In 1968, we moved to a new rental house. At first, we didn’t notice anything unusual because we were busy trying to get things put away and get the house settled.
But soon enough, things began to happen.
The first thing my brothers and I noticed were the voices.
Ken was 10 years old, Tim was 9, I was 7 and Tom was 4. We would go to bed for the night and each of us would hear quiet conversations taking place near our bedrooms, each one hearing it close by but not always sure exactly where it was coming from. There were always at least 2 voices speaking. But, no matter how hard we tried to hear what was being said, we could never quite hear it clear anough. Sometimes we would get out of bed and try to follow where the voices were coming from, but whenever we did, they would stop.
Us 4 boys would go to mom and dad and tell them about the voices, but they wouldn’t believe us. Soon, they began to lose their patience and tell us in no uncertain terms to go back to bed and knock it off.
But, soon enough, they too would have to admit that something was happening in that house.