by Doug Parkin
Experiences from my youth continue to haunt me to this day. I have had too many of what would be classified as Supernatural experiences for me to doubt that they actually exist. One such experience happened to me as a young man living in Holladay, Utah.
I was 16 years old at the time. My family consisted of my mom and dad, two sisters and my brother, me being the youngest by 6 years. My parents joked that I was a mistake, but my mom trying to make me feel good always told me that I was planned.
When this experience occured, I was the only child left at home. My oldest sister, Sherrill took her own life when I was twelve years old. My other sister Cris had moved out and my brother Bob had joined the military. So I had pretty much free reign on the house.
I had my bedroom upstairs, but in order to gain a little more privacy, I moved into my brothers room in the basement. The Basement was unfinished except for the one bedroom they finished for my brother and my Dad’s art room where he worked as a freelance commercial artist. I had left my clothes in my upstairs room and converted my brothers closet into my art room. It was just wide enough to get my art table in. The room had a nice big bed and my music and so I was a happy camper.
The only other thing that was in the basement was my oldest sisters piano where she would spend hours and hours practicing on. It was a huge upright piano and seemed to be the oldest item in our house.
My sister was somewhat of a prodigy. She graduated Valedictorian of her class in college and was a concert pianist by the age of 15.
I don’t really understand even to this day all that had led up to her deciding to take her own life, but she had attempted it more than once before she finally succeeded.
She was to go back and visit her old classmates in college before the Christmas Holidays, but instead checked herself into a private room where she spent her last days alive.
I think it was close to two weeks before they found her body and it had decomposed to the point of not being able to have an open casket funeral. We buried her on Christmas Eve.
Not being able to view her put me in a constant state of non closure. I always held out for the chance that she might still be alive. Every time I saw someone walking down the street that had the same style of haircut that she did, I would run up to them to check to see if it were her.
Now four years later, her piano sat in the basement gathering dust, never to be played again.
This particular night I had fallen asleep listening to my rock music. Somewhere around 3:00 in the morning I woke up with a start. I didn’t know what caused me to wake up but looking over at my stereo I noticed that the record player hadn’t turned itself off and the record was still spinning with the sound of the needle softly clicking at the end of the record.
I sat up and turned off the stereo knowing that is what must have woken me up. As I lay back down and was almost back to sleep, I heard a faint tapping sound coming from outside of my room.
I jumped up, but not in fear. I knew exactly what it was. One of the reasons I really enjoyed moving my room to the basement was whenever my buddy wanted to head out and cause a little mischief in the middle of the night, he would knock on the basement window. I had already removed the screen and so I would climb out the window and we would take off. In fact that is how I learned how to drive a car. We would steal his dad’s Camero and drive around just because we could.
I went out into the big empty room, flipped open the drapes of the window and saw that there was nobody there. I thought it strange. He knew which window to knock on, but I went over to the other window, flipped the drapes open and still nobody there.
Oh Crap! I thought to myself. I missed him, but right then behind me, I heard the same soft kind of creaky, tapping sound. I spun around, but stared at nothing.
I was slightly freaked out, but quickly I got my wits about me and realized that the house makes all kinds of noises. That is what it had to be and I walked back into my room.
I had no sooner sat on the edge of my bed when I heard a fairly loud “Bong” sound. That one startled me real good and I jumped up trying to figure out what it was.
I knew what it was, it was a piano key being struck, but no, I was looking for an explanation that made more sense.
I slowly stepped out into the room and I could hear my heart pounding so loudly in my chest it was hard to breathe. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary but still freaked out knowing the sound came from the piano, I decided to head upstairs to sleep in my own room. As I stepped forward I froze in my tracks. The old piano sat there inbetween me and the stairs. I had to go around it but I was paralyzed in fear.
I looked at the piano intensely, the ivory keys seemed bright in the dark room, but wait, the ivory keys? The keyboard cover had been closed after my sister passed away and the cover had been locked with an old skeleton key.
Now I was beyond freaked, but I felt trapped. I couldn’t muster the strength to get past the piano and reach the stairs.
I heard a shuffle like something sliding on the concrete floor and I didn’t need to think about it, I was suddenly on the landing of the stairs. As I turned to head up the stairway I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t help it, but I looked to see what it was and there seemed to be a misty form sitting at the old piano. I couldn’t tell if it was my sister or even a human shape, but I suddenly noticed a movement around the head area that verified it had turned to look at me.
I was frozen in fear, standing there with my jaw dropped open. The form turned back to the piano and in a movement of what seemed like pure anger and frustration, it came down on the keys of the piano making the most horrible sound as it crashed onto the keys.
I would be surprised if any of my feet touched the stairs on the way up but I remember running down the hallway to my parents room. I opened their door and saw them sound asleep.
I didn’t know what to say or if I should just scream at the top of my lungs, so instead I shut the door and ran for my room, turned on all the lights and sat there staring at my room until morning.
During that time I tried every which way I could to try and explain what happened. I had been super tired and it surely must have been some elaborate nightmare.
When I ran into my mother, she asked how I slept last night. Before I could answer she told me that If I couldn’t keep that crappy banging music turned down then I wouldn’t be allowed to sleep downstairs anymore.
I didn’t say anything. I had already convinced myself that nobody would believe me anyway.
I didn’t venture downstairs again for what seemed like a couple of weeks. Then it was only because of a dare from my friend whom I had shared my experience with.
When I did venture down, everything was in order. The piano keyboard cover was shut and locked. My dad had been down there everyday and he never said anything. I eventually started sleeping downstairs again, but after that, I always ran past the piano and locked my door like that was supposed to make sure nothing would ever happen again.
I am sure it was my oldest sister because even though I never did again have any experiences with her, shortly after her death she made herself known to my sister Cris and for years to come. One time she was listening to the radio and the music kept being changed to static. After several times of this happening she called my mom and told her. My mom said switch it to a channel that Sherrill would like. When she did, the station stayed put and she was forced to listen to my oldest sisters music.
Sherrill was always a practical joker with Cris, One time while watching a movie, the sound kept getting louder and louder. After several times turning it down Cris could see the volume control knob turning by itself to become louder.
Luckily for me, I only had the one experience.