24/04/2026
Part 2: The House Awakens Again!
(Continuing on from my previous post)
Not long after coming inside, I fell into my usual nightly routine, small comforts in familiar spaces. The kitchen light hummed softly as I cleaned up, trying to shake the unease that had followed me from the garden.
As I stood in the kitchen, I heard footsteps in the dining room. Clear and solid. Moving down the steps and through the room which was next door. I paused, expecting one of the boys to appear. I even waited, half-smiling, convinced one of them was about to jump out to frighten me. When no one came, I decided to catch them first. I slowly crept toward the doorway and leaned around the corner to take a peak… Nothing. The room was empty.
I called for the boys, but there was no answer. Then I stood at the bottom of the stairs and called again. Both boys responded, still in their bedrooms playing on their computers. Neither of them had been downstairs. But I know what I heard.
It's a regular occurrence to hear footsteps here. But it still makes my heart skip a beat knowing there isn't a body to create them.
It’s strange… ever since Gabriel left a couple of days ago for work, the house feels different again. While he’s here, it's settled. The air softens. Whatever lingers seems to retreat, as though his presence pushes it back. But when he goes… it returns.
Later that night, as I walked the upstairs hallway, I saw it. A mist. Lingering just outside my son’s bedroom door. I rushed in, heart racing, convinced something was smouldering. A faint haze hung in the air, enough to catch the light. I searched everywhere. Sockets, plugs, behind furniture expecting heat, smoke, something. But there was nothing. My son looked at me as though I was a crazy woman. As quickly as it had appeared… it began to fade. Within a couple of minutes, the room was clear again. I called for my eldest son to come down to the room to see if he could see it, but by the time he stepped into the room, there was no trace.
This part of the house has always felt… different. Not threatening. Not cruel. Just aware. As though it watches… and occasionally chooses to be seen. Maybe it was making itself known? Or maybe… I shouldn’t have joked about needing help from the original groundsman. Because something, somewhere… might have answered.😳
