This past spring my city has celebrated its five hundredth
anniversary. It is a beautiful city with parks breath
taking forest and a majestic creek. However in the midst
of all this beauty the city contains a blood stained
history.
Along time ago there was a fight between two tribes that
ended with massive blood shed. The casualties were so many
they buried their people were they fell, (over a land mass
of five to ten miles) leaving them to be in peace and one
with creator. In the year 1992 the subdivision I live in
was built. In the process of digging the foundations for
all these houses bones were unearthed with artifacts that
confirmed they were Natives. The findings did not
discourage people to move into these houses; to be
truthful nothing really occurred until I was about 12
years old.
It all started when I went over to my friend Jean’s
house in the summer, to hangout and play video games.
(First I should give you lay out of her house. When you
enter the house to the left, there is a door way that
leads into the dinning room; through the dinning room you
could see the kitchen. To your right there is a long
hallway with big wooden staircase, a study, a powder room
and the door that leads to the laundry room. In the
laundry room is one of the two entrances to the basement.
If you continue down the hall, you will end up in the
family room. From the family room you can see the main
door to the basement which you can also see from the
kitchen. Now that you have an understanding of the first
floor, I should tell you about the second floor. When you
go up the staircase her parent’s bedroom is right in front
of the stairs and to the left of the top of the stairs, is
her brother’s room. To the right of the stairs is her
brother’s bathroom, and a little ways down the hallway is
Jeans bedroom and her Nan’s bedroom. ) Jean and I went to
the family room to play video games. Jean’s Nan told us to
keep it down because she was concentrating on her knitting
in the dinning room, so we kept the T.V down very low.
While we were playing our video game, Jean was telling
me about weird things she experienced in her house. She
told me how she was reading the book “Oliver Twist “ when
she heard a little girl laughing from downstairs and then
the sound of tiny foots steps skipping up the stairs. Jean
ran out into the hall and looked over banister but no one
was there. Jean had also seen dark figures out of the
corner of her eye and the sound of foots steps in random
places in her house when no one was home.
I shrugged off what Jean had told me as her imagination,
but I was wrong VERY wrong. We continued to play video
games when I heard a deep voice calling from the
basement “NOOOOOOOOOOOO.” I dismissed the sound due to my
overactive imagination and continued to play (Nothing was
on in the basement, Jeans Nan hates A.C.) A few minutes
later I heard the same deep voice coming from the
basement. My friend Jean had paused the game and put down
her controller and said “Hayley did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” I asked making sure she wasn’t trying to
trick me.
Jean then looked me right in the eye and said “A deep
voice calling from the basement saying NOOOOOOO.”
My mouth dropped to the floor I didn’t know what to say I
nodded in acknowledgment to what she told me and we turned
off the game and ran outside to the park.
We had finally gained the courage to back inside the
house, however we decided to stay as far away from the
basement as possible to we went upstairs to her room to
listen to music. Jean and I listened to music for about an
hour when we decided to turn it off and head downstairs,
for a late lunch (The radio was defiantly off!) Before we
left the room the radio turned itself on it played this
creepy organ music and within a few seconds went to a
Jennifer Lopez song (That didn’t have an intro like that)
Jean dashed over to the radio leaving me staring in
disbelief while she unhooked the radio. She grabbed my arm
and we made a mad dash downstairs to tell her Nan, but she
told us that we were being silly little girls letting our
imagination run wild on us. Needless to say Jean left the
radio out of her room.
A few years passed (it was the summer we were 14.) and
Jean moved to a new house a little ways away, not too far
it was still in walking distance. She moved because her
grandfather had passed away and the house was full of
painful memories. I called Jean on her cell phone the
night she moved into her new to see how things were going.
( Phones were hooked up yet).
Boy did Jean have news for me. She told me the second she
stepped into the house; she sensed an overwhelming
presence of evil. Jean also told me she went into the
basement ( Without turning the lights on her hands were to
full.) to put some boxes away, when she headed for the
stairs, there was a giant green orb in front of the
stairs. Jean screamed and her parents came downstairs to
find nothing.
There were a lot of little weird things about her house
like: Her room always being cold, the sound of cupboards
opening, an overwhelming heavy feeling as soon as you come
in the house (Only way I know how to describe It.) and her
mirror. When you looked into her mirror it was almost like
it wasn’t your own reflection, it was like it was someone
else.
The encounter that made me a true believer was when I
was waiting for Jean outside in the hall for her to
change. (Stairs in this house lead right in front of her
parent’s room; her brother and Nan’s room as to the left
of the master bedroom and Jeans Bathroom and bedroom are
to the right.) I was looking over the banister when I had
this feeling of someone watching me from the master
bedroom. When I looked at the door to her parent’s room,
there stood a large dark figure the size of the door it
was looking at me, and then all of sudden it looked past
me and looked very scared and dashed off. At that point I
was yelling for Jean.
As the months passed, Jean would wake up in the middle of
the night to find her bedroom door creaking open, and she
would she either an old man wondering through the halls or
a little girl hanging off her door. (I NEVER slept over.)
Our last experience in her house before she moved away (we
are still good friends) was the winter when we were 15. It
was our first year of high school and we felt like being a
little rebellious so we skipped school, by calling
ourselves in sick, from the parking lot of the school. The
plan was a total success; we trudged all the way to Jeans
house in knee deep snow. No one was home at Jean’s house
because her parents worked, her brother was at school and
her Nan had moved back to her place of origin.
When we arrived at her house we felt more unwelcome then
usual. However we just ignored it and watched a movie and
ate some junk food. Two hours had passed and the feeling
still didn’t leave you might even say it intensified, it
seemed whatever it was wasn’t happy, with what we were
doing or it just wanted to scare us, because all of sudden
we could her voices coming from the upstairs three or four
of them chattering away nosily, Jean and I went up stairs
to find nothing and to hear nothing. On arrival back
downstairs the voices started up again, this time they
were more defined but we still couldn’t understand them,
this went on for about 20 minutes until we both heard a
whisper of a women’s voice, Jean said she heard a man’s
voice saying “Hayley, Jean why did you come here?” That
was enough for us we were out of there like a bat out of
hell, we NEVER skipped again.
There are many more things that I have experienced in my
city but they will have to wait for another time.
Any comments are welcome thank you.
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