Pointing at Nothing
My partner, daughters, and I moved into a new house that had been occupied by the same couple for 49 years. It happened to be right next door to our good friend, who helped us find it. The couple moved because they needed something that would better accommodate their aging and health challenges.
Our oldest daughter—who had just turned three at the time—started having imaginary friends right before we moved. Their names were Beans, Beedo, and Lala. Most of her dolls had similar names too. About a week after we moved in, she asked me a blood-curdling question.
She asked me why a man was standing in the kitchen. There was no one there, and my husband was not home yet. I asked her what he looked like and she said a big man with no hair.
A few days later, we were walking by my bedroom, and she said, “Why is that man lying in the bed”? I asked her where he was lying, and she pointed to my husband’s side of the bed. Again, there was no one there. Soon after, she started talking about “Jordan”. We did not know any Jordans.
When I asked what he looked like, she said he was tall with no hair and old like dad. She told me he was often around while we were eating. One morning, she was eating breakfast on our covered porch. Suddenly, it all got even creepier.
She was disturbed because she saw a young boy walking on his hands and feet towards our neighbor’s house. That was the first time she was disturbed by seeing anyone around the house.
She would talk about Jordan here or there but was never bothered by him. Then eventually, she stopped talking about Jordan. Until one day, in the mail, we got an insurance letter from MetLife addressed to Jordan Jones at our address.
The owners of the house before us were there 49 years and had no connection to a Jordan or the last name Jones. Soon after that, we put a gate in the fence between our and our friend neighbor’s yards. After that, strange things started happening at HER house.
The TV would turn on by itself at night while the remotes were on top of the TV stand, a flood light she disconnected would turn on randomly in her garage, and her dogs would growl and bark often.
During that time, my daughter started talking about a girl named Luna. She said, “She’s gone now but wants to be alive. She burnt her face in the fire, and someone took the flowers from her hair, and she wants them back”. When asked, my daughter said Luna and Jordan knew each other and liked us.
They also liked my neighbor’s dogs. She would often see people walking between our houses. Then, she saw someone standing behind my husband in the basement, waved, and said, “That’s not Katie”, and heard laughing and footsteps in the night.
When my youngest was two, she would wave and point at nothing often and ask, “Who’s the girl” or “Why is that girl crying”? She didn’t seem scared, though. Story credit: Reddit / wilfordthecat