I have always had this thing with ghosts or the “after life” if you will. I mainly got into it when my grandmother died August 19th, 2005 that’s when my thoughts started running wild. Every since her death I started wondering more and more about these things, if they were real, or was I really hearing the things I thought I was hearing? I can recall so vivid of the night I had a scary encounter… I lived in the “hood” at the time with my family in a small house we lived on a dead end there was a house across the street from us it was vacant and had been for a while. My hubby worked nights so the children and I was alone most nights. I would always hear noises but never paid much attention too them or I would try not to at least. I always checked my front door before going to bed and sometimes found myself checking it more times than once. One this particular night while laying in bed I heard the sound of a knob jiggling so I got out of bed to see what it was… nothing there. I went back to bed laying there restless. About 3am my oldest son comes into my room awakening me standing in front of my TV telling me he is hearing footsteps and is scared to go back to bed. I told him son it’s ok your just hearing things (I didn’t want to believe it) so as I’m laying there pleading with him to go back to bed I start to drift off back to sleep. At this time I hear a very loud pitter patter (running sound) down my living room floor I was scared to death and couldn’t move. I finally got the courage to get up and check it out nothing or nobody was there. Or maybe there was. On another occasion…Once again hubby at work we were alone again. I only had my two youngest children that night they were snuggled in bed fast asleep. So I decide to make my way to the kitchen (as I often did at night) the kitchen was located at the back of the house and needless to say I hated going back there at night there was a window there and I always felt like I was being watched. So I’m looking in the fridge the house is silent you could almost hear a pin drop…and as I’m standing there I hear this little girls voice from behind me that said….Hello mommy. I look behind me nothing there so I slowly walk to my children’s room to check on them they were still in bed sound asleep. I know I heard this voice it was plain as day I had to practically put my heart back in my chest. That morning when my hubby came home I was sure to tell him about these scary things that happened to me he then told me he had heard noises sounding like someone was trying to get in the front door. Prior to these things that happened to me I never told him about the sounds I heard before and he never mentioned them either until then.