Reflections: Living in a haunted house – Part 2

I know that this sounds really strange, but I was born in a haunted house. You see my mother and father bought this house from my mothers inheritance from her beloved Aunt. The house they boughts owner was dying of cancer, she had spent her whole life in this house. This house was built on the remains of an old plantation, indian burial grounds in the middle of its pecan and fruit orchards. The owner asked my mother for the climbing white rose bush in front of the window, and my mother told her no. Well later on, when me and my sister were about ages four and seven, her spirit would walk in and tell us that the house was too full of people and that our family needed to move out. She was not mean, just fed up. She thought that she was still alive. You wonder why we did not run screaming from the room. Well for one reason, my sister is clairvoyant, and I am clairaudient. We were not afraid of the ghosts in our house, we were afraid of our father. He himself was an atheist and deeply into science. My mother on the other hand was deeply religious. I know, what a pair, but opposites do attract. At any rate, when we told our mother what the lady said, she turned white, and told us to never tell anyone, and that they would think we were crazy. After awhile she would tell us to stop lying, and that we were of the devil. She did not scare my sister, but I was so scared of what my mother was saying that, I refused to say my nighttime prayer. I took the meaning the wrong way. It was the one that says,”Now I lay me down to sleep,” that part did not scare me the part about the lord taking my soul should I die did. Actually the spirit activity did not really crank up until one night, my sister spent the night with her best friend, and my parents had friends over for a card game. The Sunday before that my father burnt my mothers bible in the back yard, out of spite. That next night during the card game, I being very small, crept out to the hallway to watch. I was a hyperactive child and did not go to sleep fast. Any way as they were in the living room playing cards, smoking and drinking beer, I heard a noise like a locomotive or a Hurricane behind me, the wind blew past me into the living room that had blown the cards and beer and ciggerettes to the floor. That night is the night, that it walked in. It was an very angry entity, it hated my father with a passion. I do not wonder why, because we were all afraid of our father more than our mother. My father would drink, and when he drank he was very violent. You get the idea of where our real fear was? At any rate, it would shine a light in his face so that he could not sleep. It would yank the covers from his side of the bed, it would also throw dishes at him. The furniture would move around at night. He and mother were terrified, my sister and I were not. We knew that it would not hurt us. When my younger brothers were born, father gave up the fight and we moved into a new home. As far as we know, no one stays in that house long. We still see spirits, but we are never harmed. My father renovated that house, and in some ways we think that started the activity. But most of the spirits did not see us actually, it was almost as if they were just passing through the house and disapeering into the woods, like a doorway. The thing that went after father, well we used to say he started that fight and lost. I actually loved that old house, Ileft home at an early age. Twenty some odd years later I came home to find out my father had commited suicide. It was strange, when I was doing chemotherepy, I use to meditate, and I thought I felt his spirit there. I did not know he had passed away. I see him now and then, he is in his own haunted house now.