I've kind of had paranormal activities happen most of my life.

The earliest I can remember is 1997, so I was about six years old. We moved around a lot when we were little.

Back this time, we're in Waco, Texas.

We had just started renting a home from this family, and I won't include their name,

but we moved into the house.

I felt like I was the only one really experiencing things.

For timeline reasons, I always name the timeline, like, where events happened in certain

houses through the street that they were on.

This particular house when I was six years old was on a street called Orchard Lane.

I remember it was a two-story house and it had a pretty decent yard with a lot of trees and beacons and we would

go picking the pecans all the time and it was across the street from some farm or something

or ranch with cows and then it had a train at night. I remember listening to the train

because it would lull me to sleep when I was woken

up through very normal activities. In that house, me and my sister would hear footsteps that we

couldn't identify the source of. We'd be upstairs playing in our bedroom, maybe Barbies or something.

And we would, on a regular basis, hear footsteps either going up the stairs, towards the room,

or going down the stairs or away from the room.

And we would stop playing and listen, expecting somebody to come and tell us something and when

nobody would appear in the doorway we'd go investigate and the whole top stairs and the stairs

itself would be emptied and we'd ask people did you come upstairs were you looking for something

and nobody would ever say

anything, you know, that they would never go upstairs, you know? One time, we were all downstairs

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