For Tamara Witte: When I lived in the Belmont neighborhood of Charlottesville about 15 years ago we rented a small house built in the 30s - 40s. While living there I often heard the clanging of pots and pans in the middle of the night. At first I attributed it to dreams and later to one of the cats and would simple turn over and go back to sleep, that is until one night I heard singing. I thought maybe I left the tv on but noticed that there was no light coming from the living room. In addition both cats were on my bed and I could still hear faint singing (the kind of singing 4-5 year olds make up for their own amusement) and pans being clinked together. As I approached the kitchen everything stopped. Turned on the light and everything looked as it should. When I reached my bedroom it started up again. This played out many nights mostly when my daughter was at her mothers, but I think Amanda Bower had some of her own experiences such as stuff messed with in her room etc. A couple of times I tried running down the hall to catch whoever or whatever in the act but it always stopped as I turned the corner. One night in particular it was particularly annoying and I went into the kitchen and read the riot act to an empty kitchen and as I was heading back down the hall to my room there was a very defiant bang from under the cabinets a pause and then a continuation of the singing and playing. I went back into the kitchen in my most apologetic Daddy voice explained that I had to work and if she wanted to play she had to do so quietly. From then on I rarely heard anything but the very faint singing from time to time and now it was during the day and only occasionally at night. In addition it would move throughout the house. It might come from one of the bedrooms if I was in the living room or the living room while cooking dinner etc almost like she was trying to stay out of the way. After being laid off I took an over the road truck driving job and sub let the house out to some friends of mine with a 3-4 year old daughter. I often stayed with them when in town and after several months passed they finally asked me about the little girl who lived in the house. Initially they only heard their daughter talking (they thought to herself) and thought it was cute, that is until they heard a little girls voice talking with her. Latter they would get glimpses of her in the hall or kitchen. As their daughter got a little older and could speak more they would catch her standing in front of the open pantry door talking to her friend that liked to play the hiding game in the kitchen cabinets. Once during a football nap Tommy (the dad) heard his daughter and the girl giggling and talking in the living room near him so pretended to still be asleep. When the voices were unbearably close he sat up opened his eye as quick as he could to see his daughter and her friend standing at the foot of the couch. The girl smiled and poof was gone. After they moved out I lived there a short time but rarely heard the little girl anymore. On the day I moved out I made one last trip into the basement to retrieve some of Mandys toys from when she was little. It was a hot summer day and although I had felt small cold spots prior in the house, while in the basement near the boxes of toys I was enveloped in the coldest cold I ever felt (I have been in sub zero weather before) all around me and the toys. I did not feel threatened but there was an uneasy vibe (defensive, angry, sad all at once). The basement had a dirt floor and slanted in such away that you could not walk the the length. I dont think I ever told Mandy this part, but I took some of her toys including a doll out of the boxes and hid them in parts of the basement where only a child could get to easily and the cold lifted and I was now sweating like a pig down there. When I was ready to leave I did one last check of the basement to catch the light and lock up and about halfway back there was again an incredible cold but this time felt like an impenetrable wall, for the first time I felt very unwelcome kind of like if youare going to go then go NOW!, and spun on my heal and hit the light chain as I brisked by on my way out.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 03:13:24 +0000
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