this story is from Otterbeme
My daughter has been a magnet for all kinds of paranormal experiences through the years. The first time I was aware of anything different about her was when she was in first grade. We were living in a rural area around Cochran, Pennsylvania. There were very few houses around us, mostly fields. Right after we moved into the trailer, I noticed that my collection of knick knacks kept being moved around the house during the night.
I would wake up and find them in different places through out the living room and dining area. I blamed my daughter and asked her not to play with them, some of them were antique and I didn't want them broken. She denied moving them, but she was the only one in the trailer with me, except for my partner, and he worked nights.
This went on for a few months and I actually punished her for this, grounding her to her room for a few hours at a time. She insisted that she hadn't moved them and there was someone in the house at night. I thought she was making it up, or at least was not going to admit to moving them because she enjoyed playing with them and looking at them when I was with her.
One night I was coming out of the bathroom and started towards the kitchen area, it was raining and seemed much cooler in the hallway as I went towards her room. As I went past her room, her door slammed shut. I reached for it and tried to open it. The door would not open, I became very frightened and called out to her to open the door.
She was crying and telling me she wasn't holding the door. After a few seconds I was able to pull the door open and found her crying on the bed. "I told you someone is here," she sobbed. I looked around but couldn't see anyone and searched the trailer as well.
That night my daughter slept with me and when we woke up the knick knacks had been re-arranged again. I asked her to tell me about what she saw at night, all she could say was she saw shadows but they were nice. She thought the door got stuck because I wouldn't believe her about the knick knacks. After that, I believed that she wasn't moving my things around. We lived in the trailer for a few more months and I accepted that something was moving things around, but they didn't seem to be hostile, just mischievous. Since then I've learned about poltergeists and figured that is what it was.
