I'm sorry but this story is going to be short.
Back when I was really young, a friend and I walked into the girls' bathroom and we both heard a girl's dress shoe tapping on the tile floor. I was looking back at the door when we both heard the taps. So I knew that it didn't come from out of the bathroom (just so you know the bathroom door was about an inch thick) we both froze when we heard this dress shoe. After a couple moments my friend walked in the rest of the bathroom to check if anyone else was in there. NOT A SOUL IN SIGHT.
Then when I was in 5 grade, my grandma's dog was dying of some sickness. When I heard a dog run under the porch, I sat still on the porch at the table for a couple moments after the sound came. I got up and there was no dog under the deck. I checked on my grandma's dog he was still hooked up on is runner.
Ok, now this is where my life gets really strange. When I was 12 years old my mom's boyfriend's place (his name is Donny) always made me think that I was crazy and it still does. Many times when I would be down in the basement listening to the radio, I would hear my mom call my name. When I would go up to ask if she called my name she would say no, and ask me why I asked. And I always told her that I heard her call my name. Things got stranger from that point.
After many other times of hearing my mom call my name, I did care for the voice. That was until she was in Boston.
Matt's (Donny's oldest son) ex-girlfriend and I were downstairs in the basement when everyone else was in Boston to see a Red Sox's game. As we were playing air hockey with the radio cranked, I heard my mom call my name loud and clear. I picked up the puck when it cam near me and turned the radio off. I walked into the next room where the stairs where and no one was there. I walked back into the room that the air hockey table and radio was. I turned the radio back on. And Matt's ex-girlfriend asked me what was wrong. I told her I heard my mom call my name. She said that she didn't hear anything. I shrugged it off. That was where it got really strange. About 5 minutes after that I heard heavy stomping coming down the stairs, I did the same thing as I did when I heard my mom.
This time matt's ex-girlfriend said how about we head up stairs now. I could tell that she was scared. I on the other hand was not. When my mom came back from Boston, and after Matt's ex-girlfriend told everyone about me, my mom asked me teasingly, "So you heard me all the way from Boston? Amazing about how she can hear me from Boston but she can't hear me when I'm standing right next to her."
About a month after that, when everyone was out at Austin's (Donny's youngest son who is older then me by a month) baseball game, I was back at Donny's when I hear a radio or a t.v. I check every room and no t.v., or radio is on. I even checked the basement when no one went down there that day.
Am I crazy or psychic? Please help me!
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