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Unwelcome Visitor

As you see from my other stories, not all but many of my experiences have taken place outside my home. The times I have come in contract with the paranormal when I am home is mostly when my grandmother has contacted me when I in the state between being awake and going to sleep. Whenever my grandmother visits, it's mostly to tell me to help someone. The following incident took place at my home this past Sunday (February 10th) and it wasn't a visit from grandmother. Many could ask how you can be sure. I'm sure because like I mentioned in my stories, my grandmother has always come to either my mom or me though dreams. I was wide awake and so was my brother.

As mentioned above this happened Sunday night/Monday morning at about 1:30 am. There was only my mom, brother, and myself in the house. Since my sister got a teaching job first in Peel Region, Ontario, she lives in Mississauga and comes during the weekend. This meant that she already left to go back to Mississauga when this happened. My dad (being the selfish man he is), decided to take a trip to Jamaica with his cousin and they had been dropped off at the airport Sunday morning.

My mom had already fallen asleep after taken her medication for ulcer and high blood pressure. My brother was still up doing his homework for university and I was trying to go to sleep so I could get actually get up on time to get into work (which wasn't really successful) but I just couldn't. It wasn't that I wasn't tired; I just couldn't bring myself to fall asleep. Thinking back, I think it was related to the incident because I always get some sort of feeling when I experience the paranormal and this time I think it was to help my brother because this was his first experience and it scared the living sh*t out of him.

So, it was about 1:30, when the door bell starts ringing. My brother and I come out of our rooms puzzled as to who it might be. We initially thought that it could be either my sister or my father and uncle coming back (flight got delayed). My brother called our sister while I called our father and uncle. Their phones were turned off so that meant they already left and my sister was pissed off that we woke her up; so it was neither of them. The way our house is layout, if you open the front door, you are looking at the stairs leading upstairs. To the right, is the living room and you can walk straight into the dining room (which is divided by a wall and French doors that we keep open). To the left of the stairs, is a hallway. First you will see a small corridor area on the left where the powder room is to the right and right across from is the jacket closet and between these two spaces is the door leading to the laundry room and door to the garage. Back in the hallway, if you walk further down, to the right is the stairs leading to the basement (no doors) and to the left side is the family room. The hallway ends in the kitchen and breakfast area (there is a wooden and glass slide door dividing the breakfast area from the dining room) and the back wall of the breakfast area has the sliding door to the backyard.

The front door has both a stained and regular glass pattern on it and the side panels on each side of the door have regular glass in it so you can see both ways. So, if my brother and I stood on the stairs we could see if anyone was at the front door. That is where the problem started. There was no one there; not a solid person or even a shadow.

While we were trying to contact my sister and my father and uncle and looking to see who it was, the door bell is ringing. Also, my mother was asleep though all of this. My brother initially thought it could be one of the neighbors needing help (we have a good rapport with all of our neighbors and we are always helping each other out). But the problem was we couldn't see anybody there.

We initially decided to go down and open the door so we both went down. This is where the problem started for me. My empath emotions started to kick into high gear. Until this point, both my brother and I weren't scared just curious. Not only did I start to feel heart gripping fear, I felt the evil that was vibrating though the door. My brother was in front of me and he was the first to step off of the stairs when the picture of Lord Ganesha (Hindu deity with the elephant head) that my mother got from our trip to India started sliding back and forth on the side wall near the front door. Before readers ask about air and wind, there was not wind or air that night and none coming through the cracks of the door; not at least enough to shake the picture wildly. I remembered then that we had an alarm system put into our house after a few houses in the area got broken into.