Hennessy

This story starts at my semi-childhood home. I didn’t spend my entire childhood at this home, mainly just my middle school and high school years. Some of my oldest memories are of paranormal experiences as a small child, and because of this I’ve always considered myself more susceptible to paranormal experiences. It’s just been a part of me for so long. This particular house my mom, two brothers, and I moved into the summer after my dad had left us. Everyone was still a wreck over him leaving, especially mom who now had to support 3 kids while working a minimum wage job. It had been a hard summer, one of the hardest in my life. Moving into this house was supposed to be a fresh start for us. We were going to live in a house that didn’t remind us of him at every turn and corner. It was SUPPOSED to be a good thing. My mother and I took a tour of the house a couple weeks before we moved in. It was a cute brown house with a huge fenced-in yard for the dogs to play in. The house was in a small subdivision on the corner. We didn’t know this before we moved in, but this house was actually one of the first ones built in this subdivision. The inside was very basic, as any cheap house would be. The day we moved in was the day I immediately realized that we weren’t the only ones in the house. It was like the air was just heavy all the time. Walking into the house automatically put you into a bad mood. Like I said, I’ve had paranormal experiences before so I just knew. Despite me being a huge believer in the paranormal, my mother is probably the biggest skeptic you could ever come across. My mom worked long hours and my brothers had visitation with my dad on the weekends, so I spent the majority of my time alone. To combat the loneliness, I would clean. It wasn’t the most fun thing a teenager could do, but it kept me busy which in turn helped me to not think about my dad. It wasn’t a new house, so there was plenty to do. One of the first experiences I had that really set it in stone that this place had something funky going on was when I had just finished cleaning the kitchen. My mother’s room was right off the kitchen and had given me the creeps since day one. As most people do, I listen to music as I clean. As soon as I took my headphones out I heard noises kind of like someone going through something in a plastic bag. The sound was coming from my mothers room. Her door was always kept closed because she didn’t like our animals to be in her room. I didn’t really want to investigate considering this was a old house. I was imagining all kinds of animals that might’ve gotten into her room and the thought of opening the door for it to come after me was enough for me to just ignore it. As I had finished cleaning the kitchen, I grabbed the Febreeze ready to spray every room I had just cleaned. I figured I would go ahead and spray my moms room since she hadn’t had time to clean it yet. I opened the door and mindlessly started spraying, and as I did so the droplets of air freshener caught to an invisible figure in front of me. I froze, not knowing how to act or what to do in this situation. The figure clearly made out the shape of a human body, but it wasn’t there. I quickly just slammed the door, not wanting to see or know more. When we first moved in, we had two dogs. One was a sweet Bassett Hound that sadly passed a few months after we moved in. Our other dog was a rambunctious MinPin puppy that kept us on our feet. We later rescued a kitten that was going to be put down. Everyone has always said that animals can sense entities better than humans, and I’ve always known this to be true. Our Bassett was an outside dog, but occasionally liked to come in a lay on the cold tile to cool off. As soon as we moved to this house, she would refuse to come in. If we forced her in, she would huddle in corners and howl and bark until we let her back out. This was bizarre to us, because she was such a calm dog. Bassett’s are known for being lazy but inside this house she did all she possibly could to get out. Our puppy had never been the type to be aggressive over anything but at this house she would growl at nothing and stare at corners of the walls for hours with the hair on her back standing up. She slept with me at night and would frequently get up in the middle of the night and stand at the end of my bed growling at the wall. This wall she would growl at was also the same wall that I’ve caught the most proof that this house has something more than just us. Our sweet little kitty would walk around at night meowing and having conversations with what seemed like himself. After a while, the whole idea of us being haunted just became a joke at the dinner table. Mom met someone new and he soon moved in. He was a believer in the paranormal but still joked about it with us. We thought it would be funny to name our ghost, so we did. All of our animals names had something to do with a kind of alcohol. Thinking it would be funny to name our ghost the same as our pets, she became known as Hennessy. Every time we would hear a noise or footsteps everyone would yell “DO YOU HEAR IT? HENNESSY IS BACK AGAIN” or something along those lines. The way I always know that Hennessy had made her arrival is my stomach will start hurting ever so slightly. Not enough to have me rolling in pain, just enough to know she’s near. One night I was l in my bed watching TV when I felt that slight pain in my stomach. I knew that meant she was near and went on snapchat to tell my friends who didn’t believe me. I took a pic of me with the flash on saying how my stomach was hurting, and in the background you can clearly see the figure of someone with glowing eyes. If you stared long enough, you could even see the outline of hair. The thing is, the background of that photo was a plain wall. It had no decor or anything on it. I turned up the contrast on my phone so it made it more visible and sent the photo to all of my friends. To this day, everyone still gets stomachaches when they see the picture.

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