My experience happened a little over a year ago,
and I hope that it never happens again.
It was the summer, and my family (that is to say my dad,
his wife, three children whom we'll call Betty, Emily, and
Nicky, their parents, and me) rented this really small log
cabin built in 1878 or something like that in the middle
of nowhere. It was directly beside a lake, so the view
from the deck was beautiful.
Well, I knew from the moment I stepped inside that
something was awry. It was pitch black inside of this
cabin, and it was incredibly cold. My stepmom went in
first, and after about 5 minutes, found the light switch
for the hall and called us inside. The rest of that
afternoon/evening was uneventful, but when we had to
choose beds, it began to get wierd.
See, there is a large balcony that has three beds on it.
Two small ones and a large one. Across from this balcony
was a small room with two more beds in it. Well, Becky,
age 8, and I decided that Emily, 3, and Nicky, 4, should
sleep in that room. We sent them in with all of their
things and shut the door so that they could go to sleep.
Well, about 30 seconds later, they burst through the door,
crying and screaming. I rushed over to them and asked what
was wrong. Nicky told me that they didn't want to sleep in
that room because it was scary and something about someone
watching them. I slowly walked in to that room and
understood why they were scared.
The room was midnight black even though it had a window,
and almost so cold you could see your breath. I grabbed
their stuff an ran out of that room. That night, they
slept in the two small beds and I shared the large one
with Becky. I also remember leaving the light in that room
on. In the morning, however, it was off, and after many
questions, I found that no one had turned it off that
night. Also, that night I had really bad insomnia, which I
never have.
Well, that kind of shook me up, but I didn't want to
scare the kids, so I didn't tell them anything about it.
The rest of that day was also uneventful, but that night
was one that I'll never forget.
All of the kids had gone to bed and I was, once again,
awake with insomnia. The first strange thing that I
noticed was the shadow of the doorknob to that wierd dark
room. Now, this was no wierd doorknob, just a regular round
one. But the shadow was shaped exactly like an old machine
gun. I tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but I jsut
couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.
Suddenly, I heard Becky turn over and looked at her. It
took all of my willpower not to scream.
Becky's eyes were completely open, and I swear that they
looked dead and glassy. I gently said her name and asked
her if she was awake. She didn't answer, only shifted her
hand. She stayed like that for about 3 minutes until she
finally turned over again. I started to cry and ended up
sleeping on the couch in the living room. The next
morning, Becky remembered nothing at all about it. And the
light in the room was once again off.
Needless to say, the next morning I was quite glad to
leave that cabin, and I don't expect that I'll ever go
back.
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