Hello, guys. I know it’s been awhile since I offered you an update — well here’s one for ya. I visited my mother around Christmas, only to be updated with news of activities not only in her house, but our neighbor’s across the street.
I’ll start with my mother’s most recent experience. I wrote of the fire alarm flying across the dining room — whatever entity was so possessed as to hurl it has once again taken it upon itself (or herself, as I like to think of the lady who passed away in the house) to throw objects around. My mother and stepfather were sitting in the living room, as usual, and watching tv when they heard something fall off the little wire shelf they have near the bathroom and kitchen (a mere two-three feet away from the fire alarm). Surprised, my mother got up and walked into the dining room to see what had caused the noise. What did she fine? My little brother’s baseball trophy laying on the ground. While falling objects can be easily explained, the condition of the trophy cannot. The trophies that had been ordered for my little brother’s baseball team that year were pure, solid metal. They weren’t hollow like a lot of them are. The figure of the man with the baseball bat had been twisted beyond recognition to a point that is utterly beyond simple human strength. Confused, my parents brought it up to my little brother who said that it had appeared just fine a few hours prior to the incident.
This had occurred shortly before I visited her. While I was there, I did hear some strange noises, but nothing truly remarkable. However, my mother did relay some information regarding an issue across the street. Like I’ve said before — my mother lives in a small neighborhood and her house was built pre-1940s. The house across the street is much newer — in fact, it’s a mobile home. However, that hasn’t stopped a spooky figure from appearing to its tenants. The lady living there had awoken one night to find a figure standing over her bed, holding a knife. If I remember correctly, the figure resembled a confederate soldier (the area is near a former confederate headquarters in the Civil War). Although, the description of the Hatman also seems a bit appropriate — who knows. Either way, the woman chose to keep this experience to herself into the next night when her young daughter came running into her room crying — she had seen the same apparition.
Part of me feels that it was this same presence that made himself known to the people who live behind my mother — however, in their experience, the figures eyes were glowing a bright red and it peered out at them from the doorway of their closet.