A Haunting in Seebring, FL
The year was 1990 and my great Aunt Ethel, who was often loving referred to as Aunt Clarabell after Clarabell the Clown due to her inability to remain quiet and keep her opinions to herself, had just passed away. I being 19 years old was elected by my parents, well...more like drafted...to go down to Florida and bring my grandmother back to NY State. After a 36 hour train ride in coach down, because my mother had a fear of flying that she projected onto my young self, I arrived in Florida exhausted, tired and in need of a shower.
I arrived at the house and on the outside it looked like very normal home. It was a single level ranch with an attached garage. It had three bedrooms and two baths and was in a nice neighborhood. At first it looked heaven to me for it was in nice shape and pleasing to the eyes. But something was strange about that house. At first I assumed it was a plumbing issue for as I finished taking a shower when I heard strange noises coming from the walls. The second bathroom was right next to the guest room that I was given to stay in as I helped my grandmother pack for her sister's home was to be sold.
As time went by more odd things occurred in that strange house. I would often get raps on the walls behind me. Every morning after taking a shower and hearing the raps on the walls then I would go into my room and close the door. I would then hear the doorknob jiggle every single morning. I quickly turn around, still with a towel wrapped around me and open the door but no one was there. One morning I did my routine, closed the door and simply turned around and stared at the doorknob. It wiggled back and forth on its own before me. I opened the door and again no one was there.
The activity increased the longer I was there. I stayed two months in total before leaving. The wraps on the walls increased, the doorknobs jiggled and then footsteps were heard pacing the hall at night as I slept. I slept with the door open for my grandmother was just across the hall and she heard nothing. Nothing happened to her, just me!
The home housed two special clocks; one a grandfather clock and the other a cuckoo clock. Ironically, both clocks stopped one hour to the minute apart and my grandmother had trouble getting the clocks to start again. I didn't think much of it at the time. I guess the message was "Times Up" for that night the footsteps came into my room as I tried to sleep. I never felt such heaviness in the air before or since. It was if someone was standing and staring at me. Suddenly the pillow sank beneath my head as if someone had punched it with their fist. I opened my eyes and no one was there. I got up and left the room and slept my grandmother that night. Her room didn't have heaviness to it and I felt safer.
The next morning she called her other sister, Grace who lived in California and told her what happened. Grace said not to worry about it and she would take care of it. After the call the activity decreased but I still got the raps on the wall and the footsteps in the hall. I don't know if Grace had some connection to the entity, some kind of power over it or if perhaps it simply failed to scare me away.
I normally do not get scared and I have never felt the need to sleep with another person for protection before or since that night. Yes, this story is a bit anti-climatic but it's a true story and I am simply reporting it to you. My conclusions is yes, there is an afterlife. Yes, there are things we cannot explain and I do believe we are never alone. I often feel a presence with me, a warm and loving presence. I had that feeling since I was a child. Perhaps, that also saved me from what could have been an attack. I'm not big on religion and I don't go to church but I could never forgo someone else's faith when I have to admit there are many things I simply I do not understand.