I know the house that Rebecca grew up in. I had known her and her brothers since we were little kids. We lived in the same neighborhood for years. When the family moved to the old home place miles away it did not stop the friendship and the house kind of became my second home. I know well the strange goings-on there and have heard the rocking (from an unoccupied rocking chair) up stairs when no one could possibly be there.
The series of events I am about to describe did not happen in the house but just outside. Everything I am about to write happened over 30 years ago. I might be a bit fuzzy on the details but the events truly happened.
It started late on a Sunday evening, 10 miles away, when my brother asked if he could borrow my car. He wanted to take a female friend of his to where she was staying, just a few miles away from Rebecca's home. I said okay and at about 11:00 pm he left.
The next morning I got in the car to go to work. It was during a gas crisis and the price was skyrocketing. I had wrote the mileage on the car down before he left as he said he would pay for the gas he used. What was confusing was that the miles driven on the car and the distance he had to travel to complete his journey did not add up. It seemed like at least 7 miles was missing.
I asked him that evening if he had gone to her house and back. He said "Yes, where else would I be that time of night?" thinking I was going to ask for more money than he really owed. I replied that it wasn't that, it was the fact that there weren’t enough miles on the car. He assured me he traveled there and back. He also mentioned that he did not remember the drive home chalking it up to what happens while driving a familiar road and not remembering the last couple of miles you just drove. I did not think any more of it until a week later.
The next weekend my girlfriend and I went to Rebecca’s' house
to meet up with her brother and go to the beach. We always paid our respects to
Rebecca's grandmother who lived with the family. She would be in the sitting
room, by the window in her chair. She always had a story to tell and this day
she had quite a story indeed.
She went on to tell us about the mysterious blue lights she
had seen the weekend before that lit up the entire backyard. She could see them
from her bedroom window.
I told her what my brother had encountered that same night.
Rebecca's brother joked that he was probably abducted by aliens. We all laughed
except that ever since my brother has never been the same.
I said that day that he had been acting a bit weird that week but that I had attributed it to girlfriend problems. What has happened between him and the rest of my family since is nothing short of bizarre. But that is another story.
~A Friend of the Family
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