As time passes and we fade to dust do our souls travel to another place? Does a restless soul get trapped ?  And is this why  paranormal activity may exist? I know when we hear the ghost stories over the camp fire at night gaff at the tales because it is stranger than fiction. But have you ever had your own paranormal experience that left you wondering – a sudden brush across your shoulder, a creepy feeling lurking from behind, or just the feeling of a presence somewhere in the midst of your home.

The first apartment that we went rented was in rickety old house, we had the main floor, it was a place that seemed dreams once lived with open windows, the three fireplaces, but as time passed turned into an array of various apartments blocking the flow of rooms and turning a once majestic home into a decay of the past. This is where we lived with the birth of our first son for the first few months of his life. It was the first morning we brought our bundle of joy home to our little space of warmth and love that strange things began to happen on a daily basis.

The first was the infestation of lady  bugs basking in the light of our huge bay window.  After the ladies sudden appearance more oddities occurred such as doors that were shut would slowly open, as if someone was quietly creeping into our room in the middle of the night. In the daytime  our  front entrance which was always locked would fly open for no explicable reason, and no one was ever at the door.

But then it was late at night, in the dead hours,  when the little one would summon for his feeding and you would catch a cool breeze with a glimpse of white shift throughout the hallway. It was those nights I wondered if sleep deprivation was getting the best of me.

It wasn’t until friends began to visit and mentioned they would never live in that house because it was haunted.

“Didn’t you know?”

“Know what? That the house is haunted?”

“We had friends who lived there two summers past and they would have strange things happen every night.”

It was then I discovered the story of this majestic old house. Once upon a  time a wealthy family had dwelled in it`s comforts and called this place home.  It was during World War II  both her husband and  two sons went off to war, and never returned. It is believed the heart of the family, a mother and a wife, is still waiting for their return…It made sense the Mother waiting for the inevitable return for her husband and sons. The grief, sorrow, and pain that must have held her soul to tight and now she is left to wait.

I never felt scared  in the old haunted house, I felt comforted that once lived a women who loved her sons, just as much as I loved mine. So when the door would slowly creep open with no one to be seen I knew it was just her checking in on our  little man. After all, everyone loves a baby, even ghosts, I’m assuming…

Do you believe in the paranormal? Have you ever had an experience that is stranger than fiction?