Hello my name is Jane and what I am about to tell you is
the story that changed my life forever, or rather the fear
of life in the night.
Everything I knew about my family changed in the summer of 1985 after I got back from summer
camp when I was twelve. I remember growing up living with my grandparents in Iowa out in the country, in
A house that my grandfather built. I never knew my mother or father and any distant relatives never came to visit us.
I remember always, since I was very little hearing strange
noises at night, and being very scared, especially in the
small back room of the house which no one ever really went
in. And for the most part, for some reason I tried to
avoid that area completely. We never went on vacations
cause my grandma always wanted to stay near the house,
especially after my grandfather had died two years
earlier. I never understood this, but now it is all too
clear. Like I said I was awakened many nights to the sound
of people talking in hushed voices, and the smell
of food in the kitchen, and scratching and banging noises
coming from the back of the house. Noises which I always
thought to be coming from that small strange room at the
back of the house.
Once I crept down the hall one morning and opened the door, the room was rather empty, except for
a rocking chair and a long white freezer pushed up against
a small closet door. I never noticed my grandmother going
in there for food or anything, which I thought was strange
cause of the freezer. Every time I did actually go in the
room, my grandmother always seemed to call me away for some
odd chore. So after a while I quit trying to figure out
this room altogether in fear of having to do house or yard
work.
Living with my grandparents was great and
happy, I sometimes asked about my parents, and my grandma
would always get a sad look on her face.
She said she didn't know who my dad was, and my mother had
died giving birth to me but assured me she loved me very
much. I never pressed her, she seemed very upset talking about
it.
My friends from school we never allowed to stay the
night, but my grandma never minded me staying the night with
them. It came time for me to go away to summer camp which
I really loved, this would be my second time to go and I
was really looking forward to spending a week with my
friends at Fort Rose summer camp for girls. All went
well and I enjoyed two weeks of games and entertaining
nights around the campfire of spooky story telling. But I
couldn't be more relieved to get back to the comforts of my
home.
When I got back my grandmother seemed kind of strange
and quiet to say the least. When I asked her what was wrong
she would just say she was feeling tired.
I also noticed that the small weird room at the back of the
house was now dead bolted shut. I asked my Grandmother about
it thinking it rather strange, she told me that the house
in its old age has developed a draft and the door kept
opening. After that she quickly changed the subject. This
is when I first had the feeling something was very amiss
about that room, and for the first time I got the feeling
that my Grandmother was deliberately keeping something
from me.
That night I went to bed a little early being exhausted from
my bus ride.
I felt content to be home but strangely uneasy. I remember
being awakened by a noise in my room, and now I lay still
and quiet listening. I heard something moving around my bed
on the floor. I also could hear strange breathing. Now
fully awake I was aware something was in my room. I was
sure somehow a raccoon or something had gotten into the
house, it wouldn't be the first time it had happened. I
rolled over towards my bedside table, tired and feeling
bothered by the "raccoon" in my room keeping me from sleep.
So I sat up in bed and turned on the lamp.
The room was still very dim but I had enough light to see
around my room. I did a quick scan all around my bed
without getting up but saw nothing. All of the sudden I felt a bump come from under the
bed. Then some scratching and another bump. I remember
thinking man this is a strange raccoon, it had really moved my
bed. So I began calling to the raccoon and making clicking
noises like I use to do with a cat we had to try and get it
to come out from under my bed.
Just as I was getting very impatient telling the raccoon not to be scared, I
distinctly heard a voice say "over here". I suddenly was
taken aback, I wasn't sure if I had really heard it or not.
Then from under my bed I felt three really hard bumps. Then
it scurried out from under my bed. I screamed! It was the
most horrible thing I had ever seen or even imagined!
Crawling around on the floor was what I can only describe
as a grotesquely deformed monster. It had a normal sized
head, arms and chest, but the legs and pelvic area were the
size of a baby and dragged behind it. Then suddenly it
turned around to face me! There was an extra head facing
upwards that had seemed to have grown right below its
neck. The faces looked at me and said "over here." It
dragged itself around the room and towards the door and
went out. All the while I was screaming. My grandmother ran
into the room and tried to quieten me. I told her what I saw
and she instantly became shocked and and out of the room. I
was so confused at this point, I got up and looked out my
doorway seeing my grandmother checking the locks on that
room at the end of the hall. She looked at me then came
back quickly and took my hand. She went to the kitchen and
told me to sit at the table. I kept asking her what was
wrong but she wouldn't answer. She got the phone and called
the police and told them to hurry over.
At this point I was extremely scared and confused. My
grandmother seemed a little shaken but stayed strangely
calm and just kept saying she had to make some tea, which
she did. She forced cupful upon cupful into my hand trying
to keep me quiet.
Before we knew it the police arrived and my Grandmother took them to the small room at the back of
the house and unlocked it. She pointed to the closet door
and said “In there, he is in there, please take him". The
police asked her who she was talking about, but she just
keep saying "take him he's in there". The police moved the
freezer from in front of the door and unlocked it. When they
opened the door they found the thing... The thing that was
in my room! Except he or it was dead. The police demanded
an explanation at once. My grandmother sat down in the
kitchen and this is what she told them.
She said that the man in the closet had been her son, he was born at home.
No one really knew about the boy except for a few family
members including my mom, it had been her twin. The child
was so badly deformed that they hid it from everyone. And
she said it, the boy, was very evil or part of him
was. It had two heads, two separate brains. My grandmother
said that one of them never slept and watched her and my
mother strangely, always saying weird and scarry things in
strange voices. He started to go into the rooms at night
and watch my grandparents and my sister, eventually they
kept him locked in that room. After that things got much
worse with the extra head, it started to threaten my
grandmother and mother. On the night I was born It had
escaped and killed my mother. My grandmother was afraid to
tell anyone so they made her a grave in the backyard, and
locked the boy in the closet where he remained a secret.
She had to keep him bound, for he had grown so evil, but
she fed him and kept him alive, until she discovered him
dead two days ago. She wasn't strong enough to move him
because she was old so she just left him in there feeling
haunted by his body.
I never knew he was in there, and he was already dead the
night I saw him in my room. My grandmother was so scared
that he would haunt her, but it was me he hated. He had
killed my sister being jealous that she was normal and
could live a normal life. I think he only regretted
not killing me the day he killed her.
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