When I was still living in Ventura California (where I was
born), my mom got married to my step dad. Her and I moved
into his house. We lived there for a few years. It was a
two story, my room was downstairs and theirs was upstairs.
I had a huge room, with this window that almost took over
an entire wall, it was so big. I was 4 at the time.
I started to hear things, voices coming from the other side
of my door, which would be the living room. There were more
than one, maybe ten voices. But one I remember quite
vividly, a man's voice. The rest sounded like echoes. They
were saying my name... over and over and over again. They
didn't want me there, always telling me to get out. I
remember being scared to death too scared to go to the bathroom, which
was just to the right, outside of my door. I would run out
and not look into the living room, then run into the
bathroom and turn on the water so that I couldn't hear
anything... then run back into my room and put the pillow
over my head. This went on night after night. Then I
started to see colors shining under my door.. red, yellow,
and green... like flashes. I ended up putting a towel
under my door so that I wouldn't see them, but the towel
ended up moving every night. One night I had to go to the
bathroom really badly, I tried to hold it... but it didn't
work. I was so scared because I was hearing them chanting
my name at that same time. So I ran out.. and stupid me..
I looked over.... and I saw them!!
There were about 6 or 7 people... transparent and kinda blue in color. They were
half way through the floor... from the waist down they were
underground.. but I could still see there entire bodies...
it was like an alternate world that was 3 feet under ours.
I ran back into my room and hid under the covers.
I had a terrible ear infection that was incredibly
painful. I was laying in bed one night with a warm water
towel against my ear. I dozed off, then woke up to this
intense bright whiteish yellow light. It was outside my
window... this HUGE diamond, just glowing. It must have
been about 10 feet high and 5 feet accross. I stared at it
for a while, then ran upstairs to my mom. After that night
I never heard those voices outside my door, or saw the
colors flashing under it again.
We moved shortly after, to Maryland. But I'll never forget that house and what I
experienced there.
The only thing my mom remembers is that I was scared out of my mind of living in that house, and I
always hated my room.
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