I suppose to go back to very earliest paranormal event of my life that I know of I would need to go back to a time when I couldn’t even get out of my own crib. My parents and I lived in a big house in a quiet neighborhood where I’m sure I spent many happy days as a drooling, dark eyed baby.

This story both my mother and father can confirm and mention from time to time when we’re discussing things that go bump in the night. They still seem to feel that something darker was implied by this event and even though I was there I honestly couldn’t say if I felt the same way. My folks also agree that I seemed to be the draw, again youth being the target of fascination or for some other reason we may not even fathom.

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For several weeks things in our house had been missing here and there, turning up in the strangest of places.  Many objects were also in their places, but moved very deliberately. Some of these objects were within my reach and others were not. It happened one day that my parents asked me about one in particular that they thought I might have moved. I told them it wasn’t me, probably in my most elegant baby-babble and claimed it was something else.

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What the something else was they never got out of me. I imagine I could explain quite a bit better now, but again, I have no memory of this.

The event that finally convinced them that something was wrong was the day my father woke up to find every single picture in the house turned upside-down. Obviously it couldn’t have been me and my mother was away on business. No one else lived in our house, or even came in to deliver or perform any other sort of service during this time. The house was not broken into either.

To make matters particularly interesting one rather heavy print was not only upside-down, but completely above the nail on which it had been hung. Resting against the wall, held up by only the very edge of the nail this feat was not impossible, but my father said, try as he might, he could never reproduce it.

Was the home we lived in at the time actually haunted? That I may never know. I do know that during this time period I seemed to talk to walls and doorways a great deal, a habit which my parents later came to think might have been something more than it seemed.

I can tell you that there were no records of anyone dying in the house and I have come to think that this was again and event that cannot necessarily be assumed to be a ghost haunting, or any type of haunting for that matter. There may exist some explanation for what my father found, but to do this day we have none. I can only say that during that time of my life I was happy and I believe on good terms with whatever was existing within our home.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline