Ever since I was little (well I am still young, 15 yrs.
old) I have always felt 'something' in my house. I
used to tell my mom when I was younger, like for example 3
yrs. old, that there was a man in my tree. At first it
frightened her, but she later passed it off as a wild
imagination because thats also when I started telling
little lies.
I 'grew' out of seeing the man in my tree
around the age of 12. I started feeling as if I was always
being watched but when I told my mom about this she said
that I watched too many horror movies.
I would also hear things like whispering at night or knocking and clicking
noises. I brushed the knocking and clicking off because I
noticed that when the wind blows, my room would creak, I'm
not sure why, it's the only room in the house that does so
and it's all one story. But the whispering would often
frighten me because it always seems so close. I could
reach out and touch whatever was making the noise.
Soon after the whispering started, I started having the
strangest dreams. They make me want to cry still to this
day. Once, I remember this because it was the one that
frightened me the most. I dreamt that I was running in a
basement, my basement to be exact, but I never turned
around to see what was chasing me but it was like I just
knew. I came to the 'back room' and the wall was caved in,
only at the top and I couldn't see anything in it, it grew
darker and I backed up into the corner of the room. The
room got so dark that I couldn't even make out where the
doorway was anymore and it got icy cold. I heard walking
and it started coming closer and closer and the closer it
got the faster it was. Then suddenly it stopped in the
doorway and it got silent. I could hear breathing and could
feel someones eyes on me. Then whatever or whoever it was
took another step and paused, then another and paused. It
did this until I could feel the breath in my face but it
was as if it could not see me. Then I reached my hand out
and touched the face of someone. Thats when I woke up to
find myself standing in the middle of my room with my arm
stretched out.
That was the last dream I have had and there
were many before that but this one is what cause whoever
was in the basement to come out. The weird thing is, that
back wall is now caved in, and my mom and I swear that
there is 'something' in our basement and we hear walking
noises a lot.
This is my latest story and the most frightening.
I was on-line chatting with my best friend when I started to feel
eyes watching me from in the kitchen. Then as quickly as
the feeling came it was gone. I then heard walking in the
dining room and I told my friend that I think one of my
parents were up, it was around 10:55 at that time and they
get up very early to go to work. I got up to check and see
who was walking around to find no one there at all. And
then when I went back into the computer room. It said that I
sent a message to my friend in a different language. We
both, still, have no idea what it says or how it was sent.
At 11:00 that night I got off the computer to go to bed.
And found myself very uneasy and even hesitated about even
walking into the dining room, but I had to walk through
there to get to my room. I quickly walked to my room and
closed my door tight making sure it could not open. I then
opened my bedroom window because it being summer I like to
listen to the bugs while I go to sleep. I turned off my
light and looked out my window. It was going on 11:05, I
know that because I have about six clocks in my room and I
glanced at one. I was just getting ready to get up and go
to bed when I saw a man, maybe late teens early twenties,
walking down my road. I watched confused for we have a
curfew in my town and most everyone obeys it. I watched him
for a minute when suddenly he stopped. Now my light was
off and I know he couldn't see me, but he stopped and
turned and looked straight at me.
Now I don't get scared easily and I don't mess around with
the paranormal. And I swear on everything I love that the
man I saw that night was not...well 'right'. He was wearing
blue jeans and had on a dark colored shirt which was tucked
into his jeans. His hair was a bit on the shaggy side and
he had a manly build. But there was something 'wrong' with
his eyes, they were the brightest blue I have ever seen.
And when I say bright I mean they glowed. They were on the
whitish side but you could see the blue. And they were so
sad, I started crying right when I saw his face, although I
did not even realize I crying until I touched my face. Now
I know for a fact that I only looked out my window for a
short time, a few minutes maybe, but when I turned away I
happened to look at my clock and it was 1:30 in the morning.
I don't know how time went by so fast. All I know is what
I saw, what I remember and that still to this day someone
is in this house, and I saw him that night.
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