Well, since I dont feel like doing anyt physical work just yet, I'll start it off. Even if it is a Monday.
My oldest daughter was born 3 months before I got back from my second deployment. The house we were living in at the time was only about 900 sq/ft. It was big enough for just me and Mrs E, but it wouldnt be big enough for the new addition. We found a house just a couple of miles away in Norfolk, VA. It was an old house, built in 1910. It definitely had the "spooky" old house look to it, but we both liked it. It was 1500 sq/ft and it was just a comfortable house. 2 stories. 10ft ceilings. Wood siding.
By now, my daughter was about 6 months old and and and was still waking up in the middle of the night to eat. Nothing to concerning about the "Im hungry, get your .... in here to feed me" cry. But one night, that wasnt the cry we heard. What we heard, was a piercing scream that shoots a knife into your heart as a parent. Both Mrs E and myself bolt out of bed and run to her bedroom. Shes standing in her crib, and when we open the door, she screams even harder. I pick her up to calm her down while my wife made her a bottle.
The next night same thing. After
three days of repeated episode, we started noticing that it was always at the same time, give or take 5 mins. 2am. Every night. I finally decided to charge the camcorder, but it on "night shot", and point it at her crib and still try to get as much of the room as I could. I positioned the camera so it also captured two of the three windows in the room. I figured maybe she was just seeing headlights from passing cars. That night, right on time, she woke up screaming. We took care of her, laid her back down, and let the camera run until the
batteries drained.
In the morning, we hooked the camera up to the tv and started playing the tape back. There was the expected tossing and turning and playing, but she fell asleep after about 30 minutes. Sometime around 1am, she woke up, sat up, and turned around to face the one window off camera. Keep in mind, we are on the second floor of a two story house with 10ft ceilings. Its not like someone could come by and look at her through the window. She grinned, and started waving. And laughing. First, I still dont know how we never heard her laughter. Mrs E sleeps like a feather. It shouldve woke her up, but it didnt. After nearly an hour of playing with whatever she could see out of frame, the whole room dimmed. It was night, but we were looking at it through, basically, night vision. Up until that point, we could see everything going on in the frame, crystal clear. But it was like...I dont know...someone shut off every night light and street light. It was only for an instant. Its hard to describe... it wasnt like a flicker... but more... fluid or organic or something. That was the instant she started screaming again.
There are other stories from the same house I will share when I have the chance.
Here is the house:
