The Break In

In 1986, my parent's home suffered a Break In. Two individuals used a crow bar to "jimmy" open a back window on the ground floor and proceeded to steal as much as they could from the home. Most of the things they found during the robbery were antique guns that were hung on the wall in a trophy room, diamonds in a jewelry box left on a night stand, and a silver box containing my mother's "good cutlery." They would have gotten more, but I arrived home from work and caught them in the act.

They even shut my dog into a small bathroom to keep her out of the way.

The Feeling?

Ever since I can remember, I have always had the ability to "know" when somebody is in the house. I am not talking about super huge mansions, just your average 4 bedroom homes, apartments, mobile homes, and other normal sized dwellings.

I don't like to call it a super power or ESP because it isn't. It's just a feeling I get when I enter a home.

In fact, I really don't like to call it a "feeling" at all because it goes beyond that. It is more like an interior vibration perhaps akin to goosebumps, but I have never gotten goosebumps when it happens. You know that vibration that an old television set with vacuum tubes makes right before it's screen turns on? Well, that's the closest thing I can use to describe what happens.

The more people who are in the home affects the effects of that interior vibration. Additionally, the further away a person is in the home also changes how I receive that thrum.

Just an electrical thrum that nobody feels, hears, or senses but me. And it happens every time I enter a home.

Testing It

My two older sisters did not believe me when I told them about the feeling. They wanted to set up a test and got my older brother to enter and leave the house from the back door where they could see him and I could not.

I was sat down at the kitchen table and told to let them know if and when my brother came in the back door. He entered and left the house 3 times and each time he set foot into the home, I motioned to them and told them that I felt that somebody was in the home.

Now 3 times isn't really enough evidence for most people, but it was for my sisters. My brother didn't care. He thought that we were all nuts. Anyways, I had proven myself to my sisters and since now they had a sibling that could do something weird, they started calling me a "martian."

The Break In

It was a Sunday night. I know this because the small, local grocery store that I worked in closed early at 10:00pm on Sundays and I had worked until closing time. If it had been any other day of the week, I would have worked until midnight.

By this time, both of my sisters were married and lived in other homes. My brother had moved far away. My parents were at their condo in Florida.