My grandmother's house is in the middle of 20 acres of
woods. It's down in a small remote "city" called Cabool,
even though the address is Mountain Grove. It's a very old
house dating back since who-knows-when! Cabool is located
in southern Missouri, so it might date back from a long
time ago.
My grandmother and family moved here to Missouri
from California, if that has anything to do with anything.
Now, let's stop the not-so-historical lesson, and get on
with the real scary bits, though they aren't scary.
About 3 years ago, when I was in third grade, I started
living with my grandmother. I loved the house, but never at
night. I always got weird feelings. I'm no psychic or
paranormal expert, and I dunno if I'll ever be qualified.
And my eyes don't help much, either. They are always
playing tricks on me. In any rate, it was possibly around
March, it was very warm in my room. I couldn't sleep at all
so I walked down the stairs. In front of the stairs, there
was a large clock. It didn't work at all. It created no
light and no light source was behind it, but strangely
enough, there was a light source on the clock. I looked at
it and ran down the stairs onto the couch, and closed my
eyes tightly. It's hard to describe. Simply, it couldn't
have been sleep in my eyes. Simply, it could be my imagination
playing tricks on me as it always does.
This account was more recent. Maybe about a year ago in
August. I had just come home from my dad's. It was
unbearable in my room upstairs. I had to go downstairs. You
know what, it might've been after that because I remember
seeing Signs before that...Anyway...I went downstairs. The
clock was still there, but no light came off of it. I was
happy. I then laid on the couch.
Now, the couch is in front of a book case with glass to
protect the books. The living room is huge. If you go over
from the couch, there's a little archway and stairs to the
basement, aka my brother's room. I couldn't help but notice
a figure in the reflection. It looked like no one in the
house at the time. It just stood there. It didn't move at
all. I gasped, though it was quiet. My eyes grew heavy, and
I could do nothing but close them. I woke up to my grandpa
watching the news. Later, I went back down to where I was.
The reflection wasn't there. Even at night.
Nothing has happened to my grandparents. Nor their
animals. I simply believe it's my imagination. But I am
gullable. Thank you if you post this! Thank you for simply
reading it. (And I don't blame you if you think I'm lying.
But truth be told, I'm not.)
Contact me here: demonicpenguins@hotmail.com
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