I had moved into a brand new house in Early 1996. It was a
big two story, with 4 bedrooms and could have been a 5th
bedroom but we used one as a computer room.
My Mother had cancer since a few years before we moved in, and while we lived there slowly died
from it. In early 1997 she died. Also around this time I was most often alone in the house as my Dad worked 250 miles away in Las Vegas and my Brother was always out. It
seemed like after that the house had what seemed to me like the beginning of poltergeist like
activity, but quickly changed into something much worse.
My first experience happened one day when I was home alone,
my Dad had gone away for a few days and my Brother
was quite often away from the house since he had just
gotten a car. I was sitting in the computer room and got a
strange feeling as if something was in there. My dog was
laying on
the floor looking around with her one eye that wasn't
toward the floor. She seemed kinda spooked. I looked back
at the computer screen and out of the corner of my eye I
saw
a small pencil which was on an aquarium nearby quickly
hover into the air and hit the blinds on the window. I
jumped and looked at where the pencil, which had just been
on the other side of the room, was now laying. My dog
jumped up, her ears up and her eyes wide, looked towards
the sound of the hit blinds.
I don't know why but that incident just
kind of went off my mind. I scratched my head and looked
back at the screen of the computer. For some reason I
wasn't scared
of what happened. After all it was just a pencil. But
things started getting creepier. The house would stay cold
quite a bit after the incident and quite often you'd hear
things.
Another
night I was alone in the house, I was upstairs in my
bedroom and very clearly heard the door from my garage
into the house shut. This was very eerie as my Dad was out
of town and
no one else was supposed to be there. It was enough to
also get my dog barking, from the same room, as she would
always do when someone was home. I got up and we hurried
down
the stairs to find no one. Now this door is very heavy and
it not only shakes the house a bit, but its very loud.
Unmistakable. I looked around near the door. I had
everything dark down-
stairs. I looked into the computer room to see very
quickly what looked like a shadow and then it just
disappeared. This freaked me out bad and I called to my
dog and we both
ran up-stairs and stayed in my room till morning.
After this happened not much else went on,
although I could still feel like something wasn't right
with the house and for the most part it was cold. Most
nights I would stay up
late on the computer since I had home school and most of
the time I would be finished with my work and not have to
get up early. Every night it seemed that I would walk out
of the
computer room and feel as if something was following me. I
would walk out of the room and flip on lights as I went
along and didn't shut them off until I was out of the
room. The feeling got
to be so bad my pulse would race very quickly and my
breathing was very fast pace. I would most often find
myself running through the house and up the stairs to my
bedroom, looking back
as if I was ready to see something chase me. It was a
horrible feeling every night and I get shivers just
thinking about it. As soon as I entered my room I felt
safe, like it wouldn't enter.
Most every night I would awake to also hear footsteps,
sometimes running, sometimes walking up the stairs. My Dad
also told me that he heard such things. We would often
hear our pool table being used downstairs, doors closing in the
master bedroom, and other strange noises that we could
never find out what was doing them. The house would very
often creek as if someone was walking upstairs, enough to make
us turn down the TV to listen. Upon checking if anyone is
there, nothing. These footsteps and sometimes
the sound of the shower door closing happened in the
master bedroom. My Mom's clothes and items she kept where
in a closet in the master bedroom where quite often we
would close the closet door only to find it open or vice versa. Me and
my brother tested it often to, and without fail it did it
every time. The whole bedroom had the worse feeling. I
would go in and constantly be looking around waiting for something to
appear, I knew something was there, and in the closet the
feeling only got worse.
One night my Dad and my Brother where sitting
watching TV and they say they both looked at the kitchen
for some reason. As if they saw something. Nothing was
there. Then very quickly, what they called a black shadow moved across the
room, by the TV, through the pool table to end at our
birds cage in the corner, knocking it completely off its
perch. They say it happened so quick that it seemed like a shadowy air just
jolted across the room. They both looked at each other and
asked "What the hell was that?" The way they said it made
me think of how I often felt this feeling of being followed and the
shadow I saw briefly in the computer room. The worst was
yet to come for me though.
It was a summer night and me and a friend were
out in front of the house till late into the night. We
were talking about UFO's looking up into the unusually
clear summer California night. I then went to the subject of how many
things that happened in the house. He always believed me
and always wanted something to happen in the house
while he was there. Always seems like when you start
thinking about this stuff, paranormal things always
happen. We were getting tired as it was about 2:30 am or so
and he was getting ready to jump on his bike and take off.
We both looked up towards the house, thinking about
everything that went on, and up at my brother's room, which
was slightly illuminated from a hall light I left on.
Faintly we both saw a shadow walk from my bothers room and
out into the hall to disappear heading towards the master
bedroom.
We both shivered and looked at each other. He looked pale.
We both knew I had to go back in, and of course I was all
alone there. I tried to con him into staying the night
but he just insisted now, loosing his bravery of wanting
to see something in the house, that he go home. He took
off after I looked through the house and made sure no one
was there.
I was terrified at the very thought of having to
stay alone. I stood at the door, a shiver went through my
entire body. I immediately thought to go to my bedroom as
I had always felt safe there. I called my dog leaving every
light on in the house and retreated to my room as quickly
as I could, even passing the very spot where no more than
an half hour before we had seen the shadow. My room was
infarct on the same hall and my brothers bedroom right next
door. I played some video games trying to get my mind
off everything and finally around 4:30 am got in bed. I
don't know why I turned off the light but my room always
had felt safe and I was tired. My dog lay in the corner
away from the door and opposite my bed. I got to sleep only to wake up about
30 minutes later to what sounded like banging on the walls
in the master bedroom. I lay with my eyes wide open almost
crying from fear.
The noise got louder as if it jumped the next room into
the guest bedroom. I could only listen, absolutely
terrified, as it moved to the hall and to my door. My door
shook, the pounding on it seemed like
it would knock the door off the hinges. My dog now in an
opposite corner, her ears up and growling. I had left a
light on in the hallway and could see feet, standing at
the door. The noise went on for about one minute. I felt as if I was
going to faint any minute but some how I kept. Then it
stopped. My door was locked. Then I saw the handle move
and then forced around as if the being was mad about it being locked. I heard the
banging on the door again along with it trying to still
open the door. I then felt an even more overwhelming
feeling of whatever this was, was wanting to kill me. This thing
was here and now at that point wanting to kill me. I just
cried silently as everything came to a stop again. The
feet gone.
I thought it was over. I lay there paralyzed in
fear drenched in sweat and tears. I blinked. Then, near
the door, it stood there. My heart almost jumped out of my
chest. It stayed still, a large being. It was a man at least somewhere 6.3-
6.5 or so and its shadow was huge. As I looked at it, it
seemed to be holding something sharp. Through the light
comming through the side of the door from the hallway, the object it was holding looked as if
it was dripping something. I felt totally overwhelmed with
the feeling of death and this being the last second of my
life. It then started to walk toward me, I tried to yell as loud as I could only
to have my voice caught in my throat and the thought in my
head of no one being there to hear it even if I did. I
slowly reached towards the light in my room, it still making its walk towards me.
Shaking violently I turn on the light, to be laying once
more in the room all by myself. The room was horribly cold
and even more so on my sweat drenched clothes. I lay there
shaking, breathing heavy, my heart racing. A feeling of
death still in the room. I slowly look away from the door
and at my dog, she's in the corner, her tail to the wall. She walks to me as I
call her name, my voice still jumpy. I pet her, and feel
her heart pounding quickly, her legs shaking violently.
I just lay there, thankful it was gone, trying
to catch up with myself. It was now getting light outside
and I was still terrified but not as bad. I got up my
legs felt as if I was going to fall, and walked to the door. I slowly opened it not fully
knowing what could be out there. I opened it all the way,
and peeked out, no one was around. The hallway, just as
cold as my room. As I looked at my door I saw small traces of what seemed to be blood. I looked at the plaster walls nearby and also very small
traces. I didn't have the guts to go into the master
bedroom where the sound started
and so I ran downstairs, my dog quickly following me. I
grabbed the dog leash and ran outside not even locking the
door. I stayed outside the whole rest of the morning,
until I saw my Brother pull up.
He looked at me strangely as to why I was sitting outside
in my pajamas with the dog. I just couldn't tell him. At
around the same time my Dad pulls in as we were all
supposed to go out as soon as
he got home. He saw us sitting on the sidewalk curb. We
got up and went in. Them both looking at me strangely and
wanting to know exactly what went on. I was last in and
felt a presence still there
as I had always. My Dad mentions, how eerily cold it was
in there even for this house. Me and my Brother sat
downstairs watching TV as my Dad went upstairs to unpack
his things. He noticed small amounts of
blood through the closet and bedroom. Just about
everywhere the banging had occurred a small amount still
lay there. He came down stairs, "Did you have an accident?
I saw some blood around, what happened?"
I told them to go back upstairs with me as I was to
afraid even then to go back up myself. I went back to my
room, the door still open. Looked at the floor where it
was standing and saw small puddles of what also
appeared to be blood. Now of course dry. They stood there,
waiting for an explanation. I sat on my bed, pale from
even trying to remember and told them all about it.
Although strange, they never thought I was lying,
as they both had weird experiences other than the few small
ones I mentioned above. Nightmares about someone killing
another with a large knife, shadows
in their rooms, weird smells from that closet that smelt
like something rotten only to have it disappear later,
voices that seemed to be talking from another room and
even sometimes in the same room, often
calling their names. Beds looked like they were sat on or
even laid on after they were made, things would end up
missing never to be found or somewhere way out of place,
and all three of us noticed a small doll in the guest room
would often move from place to place every so often you'd
be in the room and look at it.
I lived in the house from then on for about 1
year, with about the same activity, never seeing the large
shadow again. I still saw smaller ones and not the
clearly. I finally got out the house around the middle of
1999 when me and my Dad moved to Florida. Often I will
think about all that happened. In many ways I thought some
of it might be my Mom's spirit roaming about, and maybe it was
her once in awhile. I still couldn't figure out why she
would stay behind. I pray to God though that if she is
there that whatever that dark
evil spirit is in that house can not harm her kind spirit
in anyway. I wonder what had happened to the people that
had lived there after us. We had never found out any
history of the land. The house was brand new so if anything
it was the land. I have since never had any paranormal
experiences, but to this day still have nightmares about
that night. Every bit of it is still implanted into my
mind and even sitting here thinking about it
makes me look about my room for shadows. I moved back to
California about 1 year after living in Florida. We drove
by the house once. Its for sale, so something bad must
have happened to the new owners since they loved the
house.
I still, just driving by, get a strong feeling of evil
there.
Thank you for reading! Happy Halloween!
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