A ghost that regularly paced my house whom I referred to as "The Dead Man Walking"
Dead Man Walking | The First Close Encounter
When I was a teenager, we moved into a house rather quickly which was located just down the street from the home that I essentially grew up in. At that time, both of my parent's worked second shifts, so I was often home alone. This was a common thing for me and came as a normal routine. I had been spending long periods of time at home by myself since second grade.
While my parents worked, I cleaned the house, made dinner, tended to my cat and completed what homework I might have had for the day. When I was finished, I would always call my mom at work and chat with her a bit and get her permission to have my few childhood friends who still lived in my old neighborhood come sit on my front porch for a while.
While living there, we had all experienced many odd things like hearing people talking that weren't physically seen, dishes rattling in the sink when the sink was empty, cabinet doors and bedroom doors closing and banging, footsteps through the kitchen, a child laughing and bouncing a ball through the house, cold drafts out of nowhere and just an eerie feeling of someone being in the room or watching you when no one was there. One of the nightly occurrences was hearing a car pull into the driveway and park when there was no car in sight.
One night, I had my cousin over. She was staying with us for a while until she found a place to go. We were both sitting in my living room, waiting for my friends to come down to hang out with us on the porch. While waiting, we were both laughing and chatting away. I was sitting on the side of the room which faced the arch doorway that led into the kitchen and my cousin was seated in the recliner across from me, which was positioned facing me with the back toward the entrance of the kitchen and angled just near the doorway.
Suddenly, she said that she felt a cold draft come across her and immediately, I felt that something was definitely there with us. Just then, footsteps that sounded like large, heavy boots began to pound the floor as if someone was walking very slowly toward the living room. The footsteps started at the door to the back room just on the far side of the kitchen and made their way to the arch doorway. Before entering the living room, the footsteps stopped just shy of the back of the recliner where my cousin was sitting.
She gripped the arms of the recliner, turned as pale as a sheet and yelled, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Its standing right behind me!". Indeed, whatever it was stood directly behind her for what seemed like the longest minute or two we had ever endured. There was no mistaking the energy shift in the room and the heaviness this entity created. Then, after observing us, the footsteps picked up again, this time slowly walking away from us and returning to their place of origin on the far side of the kitchen. We both decided that it was in our best interest to quickly grab the home phone and make our way to the front porch to wait for our friends to arrive. This would not be the last experience with this energy.
Dead Man Walking | The Second Close Encounter
About three years later, I had just married my high school sweetheart and we moved into a house on the other side of town. This house did not have central air conditioning, so during the summer we placed an air conditioner in the window in our dining area and ran box fans in the other rooms to circulate the air. The living room and dining area were open to each other, separated only by a half wall and was centrally located in the house. Just beyond the dining area off to the right, was the doorway leading into a small kitchen and the back door which led to the screened in porch and laundry area.
Despite our efforts to keep the house cool, it would get uncomfortably hot in our bedroom. So, we decided to bring our mattress into the living room. This was ideal for us since we spent most of our time hanging out and playing video games on the console or computer. We were merely kids at the time and didn't have many visitors, so we spent many nights sleeping in our living room.
One night, while my husband and I were sleeping, I was awoken by the sound of heavy footsteps. It sounded like large, heavy boots slowly making their way from the back door located in the kitchen all the way to the half-wall that divided the living room from the dining area. This was a sound that was all too familiar. It was so pronounced and I could feel the energy shift in the room as if someone was there with us. This eerie feeling and sense of cold came over me. I had no idea who was standing just a foot or two from us while we slept, so I didn't move a muscle. Something told me to remain calm and still, so I listened. After what again seemed like the longest few minutes of my life, the footsteps turned and made their way back towards their point of origin in the kitchen.
When I felt safe enough, I frantically woke my husband and told him what had just occurred. I explained to him that I never heard any other noises or sounds of windows or doors opening and closing. He immediately arose and investigated the house. We were baffled. Both the back and front doors were closed and locked and all of the windows were secure. There was absolutely no sign of anyone in our home.
Dead Man Walking | Future Occurrences
On and off over the years we had many other experiences in that house and in my family home where the entity first made himself known. After my oldest daughter was born and was a couple of years old, we had moved once again into another home in a different part of town. We never talked about our experiences in front of her because she was so young and we didn't want to scare her. However, she regularly pointed out and spoke about a man that she encountered often. She referred to him as "the man with the burnt face" and described him as a tall man that appeared as if half of his face had been burned.
I was never able to find out anything regarding this man and once my old house was gone and I had moved away after my divorce, I never encountered him again.
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