A few weird things have happened in my life. I’m telling the
most recent.
I live at a house that must be at least 40 years old, but I
am not sure how old it is. I have been living here with my parents for three
years. It’s rented. Actually, I have been living here for less than a years,
because I was living at another city, but I would visit my parents at least
twice a month.
My room is in the middle of the house, and it has a regular
wooden door, and a glass door. The glass door, you can’t really see through,
but you can make out shapes and sometimes, depending on the light and proximity
to the door, colors.
My brother (older than I) used to say he didn’t like my
room, because he would see shadows passing by the glass door. I told him he was
crazy, that it was probably my mother going to get water or something.
So last November I moved back in with my parents. At first,
nothing unusual happened. Sometimes I would hear something upstairs (there is
this big area there, where now is sort of a gym) Since my father’s office is
upstairs, I would assume it was him, and I was probably right. When he wasn’t
at home, I would think it was the cats, or something.
So, one afternoon, on a weekend, my father was out, my
mother was sleeping at her bedroom, and my brother was watching kill bill on
the living room. I got out of the shower and went to my bedroom to get dressed.
While I was dressing, I saw just what my brother had said, a dark shadow, a
man, passing by the glass door. I thought my father had arrived. I knew it
wasn’t my brother, because I could hear the music of the movie, playing.
When I got out of the bedroom I was surprise to learn that
my father had NOT arrived, and my brother swears he did not pass by my door. I
believe him, because he was kind of scary about it.
Weird, right? I finally started to believe my brother. That
same night, later, I was on my bed, trying to sleep, and I heard sounds
upstairs. Sounded like footsteps on wooden floor, but the floor upstairs is not
made of wood. Normally, I wouldn’t do anything, but after what happened that
afternoon, I went there and left my Ipod recording, hoping I would catch the
walking or some EVP. I did.
I cant really say it was a EVP or just a disembodied voice,
because I wasn’t there, I was sleeping, :), but it’s really scary. The first I
heard sounded to me like “Pedro”. Oh, I forgot to mention, I’m from brazil (sorry
about the grammar and vocabulary mistakes, :D), so, obviously, the “ghosts” are
speaking Portuguese (yes, Brazilians speak Portuguese, not Spanish lol). So,
Pedro is a name, meaning Peter. I don’t know anybody named Pedro, but it’s very
clear. The other EVP, or disembodied voice, whatever, sounded like “meu pai”
(pronounces something like “mew pie”) meaning “my father”. Another one,
fainter, sounded to me like “pedro” again, but this time spoken twice.
I uploaded the sounds at 4shared, if anyone wants to
download them to hear:
meu pai
pedro
pedropedro
After hearing that, I went upstairs with my brother, at
night, to try to do some ghost hunting. Of course we did like the ghost
hunters, turning the lights off and all (for what ever reason they do that). We
took pictures (only a few dust “orbs”), and we sat to try to get EVP. So we
were there for a while, asking question. Then we started to talk, about other
stuff, there, in the dark, and I thought I saw a shadow, a thin, small,
shapeless, shadow, moving into the bathroom. I gave no attention, because,
well, it was dark, I thought it was my imagination. But the thing is, my
brother kept looking in that direction. When I asked if he had seen anything,
he said he was not sure, but he thought he saw a shadow going to the bathroom.
We took more pictures, asked questions, but that night we caught nothing.
After that I decided not to mess with it any longer, because
I didn’t want to disturb anyone, or anything. It may sound silly, but I live
here, and whatever it is, it doesn’t bother me, it’s activity is centered
upstairs, it’s very rare, and I have heard stories that you can make things
worst by trying continuously to contact entities.
Months later, I was talking about it to my father, and he
told me the owner of the house is called Pedro. I don’t know if it has any
connection, and I can’t really find out if it does because this Pedro guy is
living out of the country.
That is all. Just sharing stories. At this house there is
another weird thing that happens, but I don’t think it has anything to do with
the EVPS and activities upstairs. It’s regarding a ghost cat, but I’ll post it
at another topic.
Just for curiosity, this is a photo taken upstairs,
the night I went with my brother. There are two orbs, not really impressive,
but orbs never impress me
, also it illustrates the story:

