“It’s Only Me.”

I live in my childhood home that has been in my family now for 3 generations. It was built by my Grandfather (my Dad’s Dad) in the 1940’s or 1950’s. Growing up, I only had my paternal Grandmother, and my maternal Grandmother and Grandfather. I was told that my paternal Grandfather died well before I was born, and my Grandmother never remarried. I grew up in this house and as a child I could never understand why of all the rooms in the house, my parents room gave me this bad feeling for some reason that I never could understand. That room is next to the bathroom and as a child I had this fear of something reaching out and grabbing me if I took too long walking past it, so I would walk down the hall and when I would get close to the doorway and just run past it into the bathroom and close the door.

Once I reached the age of 9 or 10, I still felt there was something wrong with the room but since I wasn’t a “baby anymore” I became braver and would walk past it nearly daring whatever was in the room to get me. It was not until I was about 15 or 16 years old that I asked, “How did Grandpa Stubblefield pass away?” My Grandmother told me that he had a heart attack in the house (the house I was still living in) and died in the hospital. I began thinking back about the room my parents slept in that gave me that feeling of dread. I asked her, “Was it in Mom and Dad’s room?” She confirmed that it was. Feeling like that was the mystery solved, I never really thought about it again.

Fast forward to 2010, I moved back into the house with my then husband, because we were going to start a family and my Dad who was now divorced from my Mom and a long distance truck driver (for all of his life) was going to be working in another state and offered the house to me. Jumping at the opportunity my then husband and I moved in. Our bedroom is the bedroom that my parents slept in. As life happens, my husband and I began divorce proceedings in 2017. He moved out after I had to pay him to leave my house in early 2018. Needless to say, this divorce (that still is not over as of today) has not been easy or pleasant. Things were so bad that the stress caused me to sleep for over 18 hours per day on a bad day, and due to all the sleep (not of my control) caused me to go from about 120 pounds down to 93 pounds. I had only enough energy to get up feed my 3 dogs and 2 cats, let the dogs in or out and maybe go to the bathroom and head back to sleep.

It was about only 1 or 2 months after my Ex-husband had moved out that I was in bed sleeping soundly and for some reason I randomly woke up at about 3 a.m. I heard the back door open and close. My bed was facing the doorway and hallway. I thought I must be dreaming because my dogs who sound the alarm at any door opening did not move or bark. I just laid there listening. I heard footsteps coming from the backdoor through the laundry room. I then wondered if it was my Dad coming into the house, but he did not turn on any lights. I continued to lay there trying to figure out what was going on.

I continued to look at the doorway, and because I had a Wi-Fi linked NEST (house temperature and emergency box) plugged into the hallway outlet there was a soft green glow that was in the hallway. Looking at the doorway I saw a full figure shadow step into the doorway. I continued to just lay there telling myself that I am dreaming even though I know I AM awake and I AM seeing what I AM seeing! I watched the figure enter my bedroom and I could feel it get onto the end of the bed and crawl up as if it were someone very tired and just crawled up to get into bed. I just laid there trying to figure out what to do. I felt the figure lay next to me , pressing next to me, and felt the person’s hand slide under mine and I could feel the person’s hand under mine and I could even feel the short bristly hairs on the hand much like my ex-husband. I began to panic, and I heard the person whisper to me,

“Shhhh, Its only me.”

In full panic I rolled out of bed and turned on my lamp and looked at the bed, and I was alone.

Being totally freaked out I went through the house and found nothing and no one. My front door was still locked, and I checked the gate that goes into the back yard because the gate is attached to a 7 foot fence that goes around the house making it hard (but not impossible) for someone to enter the yard, and the gate was securely locked. I could not go back to sleep after that. There was nothing and no one in the house but me and my dogs and they never moved or barked.

According to the doctor that I saw to try and get answers for the chronic sleeping that I was doing was that it was sleep deprivation even though I showed him a log of I was keeping that showed how long I was sleeping with the times I was awake that were maybe at most 30 mins. at a time.

When I told this to my Aunt, she told me of the time that she and my Uncle stayed at the house (before I moved back in) while their house was being built since there was no water on their property yet. She and my Uncle stayed in the bedroom that was my mom and dad’s that is now my room. She has always had the ability to hear or see things (ghosts or spirits). While she was trying to go to sleep she felt something in the room and started to feel a pressure on her chest like she was having a heart attack. She said, she calmly said, “Not now I’m tired, leave me alone.” And the feeling went away. The other thing she said that made her not want to say in the room ever again was her dogs (two pitbulls who are teddy bears) would not enter the room no matter how much they were called, and they are mostly always obedient when called.