They say animals can sense and
see more than we can. There was definitely something strange going on in our
home back then. Our cat never liked to stay in the house alone. Our home back
in the summer of 1964 was the top floor of a two-family house in Clifton, New
Jersey, USA. I believe the house was over one hundred years old of wood
construction that had a basement we shared with the family downstairs.
Our bedroom, that is my brother
Ben and I shared the attic via the staircase leading off the bathroom, it was
the only way up to the attic, and you had to go through the bathroom to get
there and vice versa. Ben and I were very young, Ben was nearly two years
younger than me and I was about seven years old at the time, so our mum often
made us share a bath together.
One day, while having a bath
together we heard the sound of footsteps, as if someone was coming down the
wooden staircase from the attic. At first, we were not scared, because we
thought perhaps it was our father or mother coming down the stairs from the
attic. I guess I was more aware of what was happening than my brother was as he
was younger than me. The sound of someone or something coming up or down the
staircase from the attic was a common occurrence throughout the following five
years we lived there. Both Mum and Dad would often hear the same sound when
they were in the bathroom. And Ben and I often heard the same sound of
footsteps as we lay in bed in the attic.
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After a while we became used to
the weird sound of footsteps on the wooden staircase, although as children it
would scare us sometimes, especially at night, then we had to sleep with the
light on.
Now, our muggy cat called Suki never
liked the house. Suki would often dive under the sofa and hiss and scowl at
something that we could not see, but the cat could. Suki’s behavior at these
times was unusual because normally she was the type of cat that liked to be
handled and stroked.
My dad found out several years
later there had been a horrific murder at the house; apparently a man had
repeatedly stabbed his wife to death. We were the last occupants of the house,
as the house and a few more along the street were sold to the local Bell
Company to make way for a car park. But, I shall never forget 42 Barkley
Avenue. Boo!
Are you listening, what are you dreaming?
As Jesus said, “Belief is everything.”
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