okay, here's a weird story from my childhood.
When I was about 6 or 7, maybe 8, I lived w/ my mom and brother in a house.
One night, I was sleep walking and wandered into my mothers room and fell asleep on the floor.
In the middle of the night, she woke me up and took me back to my room.
On the way back to my room, right in the middle of our dining room, I saw a brick wall and a face quickly peeked out from behind it and looked at me. Now, there was never a wall anywhere in the middle of our dining room. And my brother was staying at a friends house that night, so no one else was in our house. I remember having a very uneasy feeling when I saw this face, but it wasn't like I was terrified, just weirded out. I went to school the next day and told my friends that I had seen the devil in my house, LOL!!
I told my mom about it a couple days later and she's always been this strange, ouija board kinda wiccan type lady so she listened to me and found it interesting.
A year or two later, she told me that when we first moved in, the landlord had told her that an old man had lived there for many years and died of old age in his bed in the room that she slept in long before we moved in. And after digging into some more research of the man and the house, she found that the man was the original owner and that he had owned the entire block which was a plantation type farm. Our house was the only original house on that block. Anyway, he and his wife were not very social and didn't get out too much, and after his wife passed he became even more of a shut in. Apparently, the house was fenced in by a brick wall and had a gate in the front. Kids in that area would throw rocks at his door and then hide behind the wall and peek out at him when he'd answer the door. I'm not sure how much of that I truly believe, but thats what my mother told me. LOL!! Guess I should try to look up all that stuff myself.
