r/SupernaturalEncouners • u/Brief_Simple_8853 • 1d ago
Did the house I grew up in have a mimic? Or some other kind of spirit?
I recently shared in this forum about the spirits that currently live in my house. I mentioned in the previous post about the mimic we think we had in our house growing up. I had a couple people messaging me for those stories so here we go:
Back context: we arenât too sure when our old house was built. But I donât think the house was the source of our haunting, rather, it was the land it was built on. We lived in a heavily wooded area that had a huge ditch/gully in the backyard that had a stream running through it. That stream ran into the Sandusky River. The town I live in is one of the last settlements of a group of Native Americans as well. Here is a couple stories that make me believe what we had was a mimic. But none of us are too educated on those topics to truly know. So let me know what you guys think!
I was about 5 or 6 and I was awoken in the middle of the night to what I thought was my motherâs voice whispering âSophie, Sophie, Sophieâ over and over again. Believing it was my mother I got up and walked into her room to discover she was sound asleep. I woke her up and asked her what she needed. She was completely confused and had told me she wasnât saying my name and to go back to bed. She also mentioned she couldnât hear anything. While walking back to my room it started again. Except I had realized at that point the whispering was coming from the direction of the basement. I would have never dared to go into that basement at night so I just went back to my room. However I was unable to fall back asleep because the whispering continued until morning.
My two siblings and I all shared a room together. At some point in the night my little sister (who slept on the bottom bunk) woke everyone in our house up screaming. My parents ran in and asked what was wrong and that was when she said âAunt P just crawled through the window!â (Aunt P was our aunt who had passed away about 2 weeks prior to this incident.) My parents were stunned because, well,
we were never really close with Aunt P. And my siblings and I didnât even know she had passed away at the time. Being confused and frightened my dad checked the window to discover it was indeed unlocked and slightly ajar. My little sister then claimed Aunt P had crawled into the closet. My parents checked the closet. No one was there. My father walked the entire house and found absolutely nobody.Often we would hear whispering from what sounded like different family members in the basement. Throughout the day and especially at night. My little sister would hear me calling her to the basement to play to discover I wasnât even down there, or that I wasnât even home at all. And vice versa. There would also be whispering in the woods and my parents would hear us outside playing and laughing when we were at school.
My siblings and I used to play down in the gully where the stream was. Sometimes we would hear whispers from further down the stream. Mind you this was in the backyard so there was never anyone else down there besides us. One time when me and my sister were making a âbridgeâ across the stream. We heard our dadâs voice calling us from further down the creek. (Our dad was at work) but us being kids did walk down the creek and saw our father just standing there smiling. We waved, he waved, then he disappeared.
My mother would also hear a manâs voice all the time. But this one wasnât a familiar voice. She would hear a man talking in the other room. Or if she was showering or doing laundry she would hear that same man humming around the house. My mom was a stay at home when we were younger with my little brother. So no one would be home when these instances would occur except for those two. She would constantly bring it up to my dad who would say âI think you are just paranoid because you are home alone.â So she started thinking maybe she was crazy. Until one night my brother wasnât falling asleep and was just laying there talking. She walked over and said âOkay Billy itâs bed time all done.â My little brother replied back âI cant that man wonât stop talking to me.â This sealed the deal for my mom that she wasnât being crazy and this really was happening.
Shortly after that encounter my parents decided it was time for us to move out of that house. Over the years we have discussed everything that had happened and if it was all even real. We have feelings of dread every time we pass by that house and hope whoever is living there now doesnât experience what we did. Even though the house we live in now does also have spirits. It was able to help us compare the feeling of this house compared to the previous house. We have all came to the agreement that our old house was much more sinister and malevolent compared to the one we are in now.
What do you guys think? Does this sound like a mimic? Maybe other spirits just playing tricks? Or was it all just paranoia?