This isn't a story about me, but a story about my mother.
This happened to her when she was in Russia, still in
school. She didn't have me or my sisters yet. She was 17
years old when she had her first encounter, but she's still
a skeptic. But I'm a sure believer. Anyways, on with the
story.
My mother had a friend, let's call her "Katy", who invited
her for a birthday party, along with a few other
girls. "Katy" lived in a really old house in the country
with her family. It was an old pale blue house called
Abecid Manor. It was so old that it didn't even have an
indoor toilet! You had to go into the backyard, around a
rose bush and into one of two outhouses.
The day of the party, My mother arrived and the night went
swell. There were tons and tons of people, some were
friends of "Katy", and others were family. Everyone ate and
danced and did what anyone would do at a birthday party.
Then a few people left because it was getting late, but my
mother stayed since she was sleeping over. Two other girls
were also sleeping over, "Helen" and "Laurie".
My mother slept in a room with one of the other
girls, "Helen". The room they slept in was small, but
comfy. It had two seperate beds and a tall old wooden
dresser with a bunch of boxes sitting on top of it. "Helen"
fell asleep right away, but my mother had a hard time
because the room was unusually cold and my mother had an
uneasy feeling, as if a stranger was watching her. She knew
that it wasn't "Helen". "Helen" never made you feel afraid
when she looked at you.
The next morning, my mother awoke to a rustling sound. She
opened her eyes just a crack. She could see that light was
already pouring into the room through the window, spilling
over the floor and walls. Then she looked over to the
dresser, where the rustling sound had come from. She opened
her eyes a bit more to see an incredibly thin young women
with short dark hair just below her ears. She was wearing a
black dress with a strange design on it. The woman was
looking through the boxes that sat atop the dresser. She
seemed very concentrated. My mother decided that it was
nothing, and turned on her other side, away from the woman,
to go back to sleep. But then suddenly her eyes popped wide
open, and she felt fear wash over her. The room turned
unbearably cold and it felt like someone had poured a
bucket of ice over my mother. My mom couldn't move or
hardly breathe at all. She knew it wasn't sleep paralysis
because she had moved freely just a few seconds ago. But
the feeling went away after just a few seconds and my mom
slowly sat upright in her bed and turned to look at where
the woman was. She was gone. My mother sat there for a few
minutes, collecting herself. Then she got up to
wake "Helen". She told her the story but made "Helen"
promise not to tell "Katy" because my mom was afraid that
her experience would scare "Katy". "Helen" was reluctant,
but she promised and the two girls went to wash up and have
some breakfast.
Later, at breakfast, "Helen" convinced my mom that it was
only best to tell "Katy". They had already told "Laurie"
and she agreed with "Helen" that my mom should tell
everybody what happened. So my mom built up some courage
and spoke out loud. She said, "You know the strangest thing
happened to me. I saw a woman in my room this morning with
short dark hair. She was re-arranging some boxes on top of
the dresser. She was wearing this long black dress with a
lacy design on it. Anybody know who she is?" Everybody
stopped and stared at my mom like she had just confessed to
murder. People dropped their forks (oh by the way all
of "Katy's" family had come over for breakfast), some even
sat back in their chairs and glared at my mom with some
sort of anger. My mom sunk back into her chair and the rest
of breakfast was quiet.
Later, "Katy" pulled my mom away from everyone else and
told her that there had been a lot of strange things
happening lately at her home- objects moving on their own,
strange knockings on the walls, footsteps on vacant
stairways, and voices. Also, "Katy" confessed that she no
longer slept in that room because when she did she always
awoke with bruises on her arms and legs, but didn't feel
anything or anyone touch her in her sleep.
My mother decided to get some heads-up on the house, so she
researched and later found out that many people lived in
that house and that it was built the mid 1800's. One family
lived there who had a very beautiful daughter named Mary.
She had long dark hair and was slim, but not skinny. She
was to be married but then her fiance died suddenly in his
sleep. Mary was so devastated that she slowly began to
stave herself. She cut her hair short just beneath her
ears and then began to shut herself away from the rest of
the world. Later, Mary went into the cellar and committed
suicide by hanging herself. My mother also found out that
Mary was a very curious girl and she hated being alone, but
when her fiance died that all changed.
Before she committed
suicide Mary began to capture cats and dogs and other
homeless creatures and torture them in the room that my
mother slept in. She would stave them and cut them and
pull out their fur and so on. Mary also had a nick-name:
Scary Mary. Neighborhood kids would call her that whenever
they saw her out on the street hunting for animals. Mary
would sometimes take knives out with her and cut the
children who mocked her. My mother was so frightened by this
that she never went back to Abecid Manor again.
Well that was my mom's story. Hope you enjoyed it! Oh and
if either my mom or I have any other experiences, I'll be
sure to send 'em in!
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