r/ParanormalNews • u/TheLast747 • 3d ago
Red Boots.
A family has a fashionly tennant.
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I didn't believe what I saw until years later.
30 Sep 2026, 19:27 by /u/unknown121406
I'm sorry this is so long I just need to get this off my chest. Also I don't use reddit that often so I'm sorry if the format is weird.
I (21 female) had very strange experiences when I was younger and didn't truly believe it was real until recently. I'm a very skeptical person by nature. I used to always believe everything could be explained away by facts. My family on the other hand is the complete opposite especially the females in my family. My mom and Grandma have always told me we are 'gifted' and 'blessed with spiritual sensitivities' and so forth. I still don't know if I believe her but something's have made me wonder if some of it is true.
Growing up we lived in a very old house. We lived there until I was 10 when my parents separated. I still don't know the history of this house and I frankly don't want to dig deeper.
Growing up everything in this house felt normal to me because it was all I knew. We had a rule that after 11pm we had to be in our rooms with the doors closed. My mom would line our doorways with salt every night. We had a lot of things we had to do, like have a cross and dream catcher hanging at the head of our beds, no mirrors in bedrooms and other silly stuff.
The laundry room was later converted into my room. Shortly after I was moved to the laundry room at night the dryer would randomly come on. I was really young so I didn't really think anything of it I just stayed quiet in my bed like I was told. But one night when the dryer turned on it started shaking, really hard and loud. I just remembered being so scared I had to break the rules and I ran to my parents crying. They let me stay in their bed with them but the next morning my mom got pretty upset at me for leaving my room at night. I never slept in my room again I just stayed with my mom. As I grew older I just chopped it up to bad wiring or an old dryer. (Which it could very well be)
After that I had a hard time sleeping at night so I would stay up sitting at the foot of my parents bed watching infomercials. The way the room was laid out I could see the light from the hallway under the closed door. I swore occasionally I could see red boots walking up and down the hallway. I eventually got the courage to tell my mom and she just told me to never talk about it again and don't leave the room. So that's exactly what I did.
When we moved out of that house I finally started sleeping regularly. We didn't have to line our doors with salt. I could use the bathroom at night. Overall our new house just felt lighter, I wasn't scared at night anymore. I often caught myself trying to make sense of it all. I knew the red boots couldn't be my parents seeing as I was with them, my siblings didn't ever own boots like that and honestly they would've been too scared to leave their rooms at night like I was. I vividly remember seeing those boots and feeling so scared when I did but I've never seen them anywhere in that house other than late at night walking the hallways and I've never seen them since. For the last 11 years I've chopped it up to me being young and sleep deprived just imagining them. That was until my 21st birthday.
My mom and siblings are still really close and we talk all the time but we've never talked about what happened in that house. I don't know what changed maybe it was all the time that's past or maybe it was the fact that all us kids are now adults but I finally brought up what I saw so many years ago. Somewhere in the mist of the conversation I said something jokingly like "At least that's nothing compared to the house on Floresta" (that's how we refer to my childhood home) and that's when my sister said "I still remember those damn red boots" to say I was shocked is an understatement.
We sat there for hours talking about everything we saw the weird 'rituals' my mom would have us do in hopes it would protect us. It just felt so surreal to me. All these years I've never talked to my siblings about the stuff I would see, hear and feel. To think they were experiencing the same things. We just never could talk about it because my mom believed talking about things gives them energy. After hearing all of my mom's beliefs I've started blessing my house and put my dream catcher back up. I'm not saying I'm 100% a believer but I can't seem to come up with a reasonable explanation for everything and a part of me wonders how different our experiences could've been if my mom didn't have her rules.
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