Your Name: Mackenzie
My Story: About 6 years ago, I moved into the house I am still currently in. I was about 8 or 9. I moved in with my mom and her husband. For many years, I never had any encounters while living here.
Earlier this year, in late March or early April, I was home alone. Because I was home alone, I walked around the house naked for a few hours. I had just purchased a new book a week or so before and I decided to take it out and read it at the dining table. I was engrossed in my book, but all the while very alert because I needed to be dressed if someone came home.
I had nearly finished the book when I heard, at first, a faint voice from another room that was very deep and low. I brushed it off at first thinking maybe a TV had been left on or someone on a motorcycle had passed by blaring their radio.
Not even five minutes later, the voice came again and this time much louder. The voice distinctly told me to “Get out!” several times. I knew it was a man’s voice, though it did not sound familiar and at that point, I was sure that it was not a TV. I was frozen with panic, I didn’t even want to breathe in fear that whoever it was would come after me or become angrier. I started to think quickly of what I could do to get out.
I live right off the highway, so running out my door to my neighbor’s house (I am close to them) was not an option. I knew I had to get clothes on, but I hesitated for a few moments, unsure if I was brave enough to go to my mother’s bedroom where clean clothes were piled up on the bed. I got dressed quickly in the first things I found and I ran quickly from the bedroom and from the house, barely bothering to even shut the door. I was crying, I had been scared so badly and I ran as fast as I ever have to my neighbor’s house.
I returned to the house when my mom got home and I did not let her leave me home alone again for several months. I told her of what happened and she didn’t tell me I was silly, but said that it is possible that there was a radio on. She told me she was not sure that that could be the case, though, as it wouldn’t make sense for a radio host to shout at someone to “Get out”. That was the first time I had a paranormal experience here in this house.
A few weeks ago, just before my high school let out for winter break, I was home alone again and I was on the couch in the living room, working on online classes. I had all the TVs off so that I wouldn’t be distracted by any background noise. My little sister sometimes stays home with me when my mom leaves to run errands.
I heard footsteps come down the stairs and several go up. I didn’t think anything of it because the stairs often creak, though not like that. I stayed focus on my work. Ten minutes later, roughly, I heard laughing from the stairs. I called out my sister’s name, thinking that maybe I had been zoned-out when my mom told me my sister would be staying home with me. I called out my sister’s name a couple more times, but received no response.
Because I could tell that it was a friendly laughter, that of a child’s when they play, I was not scared enough to leave the house, but I was unnerved by the happening.
I don’t know what to do about these things. I feel like more of this sort of thing will come and I would like to know how to handle it better. Does anyone have words of advice?