This is a true story regarding an event that happened when I was about 10 years old.  If I've posted this before, please ignore and skip this blog.  I've told many people about it before so if you're one of them just skip it.

This is not about UFO's, but it is just as strange.

My brother and I shared a bunk bed in my home as children.  The window right next to our bed was adjacent to a 4' X 10' foot alcove next to our bedroom that was surrounded by bushes.  There was a full moon that night and I was awakened by a figure digging a hole in the alcove right next to our window.  It was summer, we had no AC and the window was open.  I awakened my brother and we left the bedroom because we were scared and sat on the floor in the room adjacent to ours for about 10 minutes while he was digging so we could still see out the window and yet be away from this.  Then we saw the figure leaving our back yard going by each of the three windows of the adjacent room we were sitting in and exiting via the  gate of our back yard..

We thought we heard the front door of the house opening and closing, so we figured my Dad was doing something there (it was a man wearing a "farmer's hat" - kind of like an 1800's wide brimmed  job, but my Dad didn't own one of those to the best of my knowledge.)

The next day I went to look at this alcove to see what was dug up in there.  There were absolutely no signs of digging in the area.  All soil intact...Just grass & weeds, etc.  I showed my brother this and he agreed and we blew the whole thing off.

For 30 years he and I never discussed this but when we finally did, we both had the same memories of that night.  Now we talk about it 40 years later still trying to figure it out.

He moved out a couple years later after this event and I had the room to myself.  I was constantly having nightmares of ghost's presence and odd noises in my part of the house.  My mother always reassured me that "houses make noises". 

One night about 2 a.m. I was awkened to my mother and two sisters' screams.  I went to the bathroom where they were and my younger sister's face was full of blood and full of "cat scratches".

  My mother blamed it on our cat, but I've had 20 or more cat pets in my life and they just don't attack you like that in the middle of the night with multiple wounds in the face without a major provocation.  In fact I have only heard of one aggressive domestic house cat in my life and our little female calico had never shown violent tendencies.

 Just for background info, this was supposedly an Indian burial ground for the Sauk Indian tribe and in fact our street in Park Forest was named Sauk Trail for an ages-old Indian trail and our house was the low point in the neighborhood.  We found many Indian arrowheads in our backyard and I always thought that was a normal occurrence but have never found another arrowhead in the last 40 years of my life in any other places I have lived.

To finish a long story.....my grandmother and aunt moved in two houses away several years after that and had become friends with the people that now lived at my old home.  When I met them about 15 years ago I asked if I could tour the house for old times sake.  During our visit it somehow came up about the weird things that had happened in the house...and lo and behold....the woman of the house had experienced similar weird experiences including waking up to a "male ghost sitting on the edge of her bed".  Goose bump time.  I even had the creeps visiting the house that many years after I had lived there.

Very freaky...haunted house kind of thing.

Don't know what got me on that tangent but it will always be a question in my mind.