These are the supernatural experiences that my brother and I have experienced from the ages 6-8 and living in St.Louis. The house my
family and I lived in was considerably old (100-150 yrs.old) and had an old fashioned elevator that was used to bring food from the
kitchen to the second floor. When my father purchased the house, there was a decent amount of various junk in the elevator compartment
(which was forever stuck in the second floor position) and so we to also used it for storage.
Eerie sounds were emitted often enough to make a 7 year old sleep in his parents room. My younger brother (4 at the time) stood in
front of the elevator shaft for a decent amount of time and later told my mother that an old lady had asked him to come in the shaft
and play with her. My brother has several yet blurred recollections of an old woman watching him while he bathed. Over a three year
period in this house, my entire family heard and witnessed things you normally wouldn't be accustomed to. Your typical poltergeist
activity: pot flying, loud banging, footsteps, quiet chatter. All of which I blame on some sort of spirits.
But the one that sticks in my mind as the most terrifying was a night I sawsomthing/someone I would later refer to as: "Mr. Smile".
My brother and I shared a room and were both quietly sleeping when I awoke to a severe coldness in the room. I was laying on my
stomach and facing the right when I saw in the corner of my eye something at the foot of my bed. I sat up and faced it. I made out
the very top of a head. No hair, big ears, dark eyes and a swirly complexion. It slowly started rising as if coming out of the floor.
I began to scream and shake terribly as this "thing" seemed to raise to the ceiling. Before my dad entered the room, it smiled at me
with this horrifically huge smile and sank back into the floor.
I tried telling my dad what made me so terrified but all I could say was "smiled" (hence the name) My father didn't see anything but
noted the room was extremely cold. My brother didn't even wake. At that time my eyesight was poor but I had yet received an eye
checkup for glasses, so over the years (to calm my nerves) I tell myself it was just my imagination. But now I realize it had to have
happened. I wake now from nightmares of Mr. Smile kidnapping me or making me stare into his fleshy, twisted face. I'm twenty one
years old now and still believe in the boogeyman.
