Twenty years ago, things were much different for me than
they are today. I was a widowed mother with four young
children that I supported partially by being a musician
playing keyboard and singing in a band in a nightclub on
weekend nights, and a part-time deli waitress by day.
Things were very tough financially. We lived in one of the
worst neighborhoods in the city, so when an old friend who
used to be my neighbor, called me one day to invite me to
come to her house in the country for a visit, I jumped at the
chance to spend the weekend at her farm in the country.
It wasn't long before my children began to look forward to
staying at "Aunt Marcy's" on the weekends, and soon I began
to look for a place of my own in the quaint little town
where she lived.
Marcy, her husband, and I spent one Saturday
driving all over in search of houses for rent. After driving
around for hours on end looking, we finally turned down an
old dirt road that was shaded on both sides by lines of tall
trees, and right in the heart of the country where I so
desperately longed to escape to and raise my children in
Suddenly we noticed on the left an old ramshackle
house that looked like just the perfect little place for the
kids and me! Marcy and I got out of the car to peer in
through the windows while her husband Dale sat in the car
smoking cigarettes. Even though the place would take a lot
of fixing before it could be made livable. At that point I
was willing to settle for a garage (and it was darn close)
just to get my kids out of the city. So we decided to check
with the next door neighbors to see if they knew who owned
When I knocked at the door, I nervously straightened my
hair and clothes. I heard shuffling footsteps approaching
and when the door opened I stood face to face with an older
wrinkle-faced, grey, curly haired woman with a suspicious
glare in her eyes. "Yeah?" she inquired, "what can I do for
"Do you know who owns the house next door?" I
asked, wearing my most charming smile. Just then, a grizzly
looking old man with craggy features and the exact same
suspicious glare in his sinister blue eyes appeared out of
the shadows behind her.
"Yeah we do!" he answered for
her," and we ain't interested in rentin' it out!"
My friend and I spent at least an hour promising to clean
fix and paint the place, joking with them, complimenting them
on their grandchildren etc. just about promising them the
moon to talk them into letting me rent the place. Finally they relented.
The following weekend, we moved in.
The house was very small. There was a kitchen, livingroom, bathroom, utility room
and three bedrooms. All three bedrooms were off the livingroom.
At first, all went well. The kids were so happy to
be out in the country and have their own yard to play in
that they didn't notice anything amiss and neither did I.
Then, as time wore on we began to notice things were not all
peaches and cream.
My oldest daughter woke up one night from
a nightmare in which she dreamed her dad had tried to drag
her into his coffin with him saying to her "Come with
me, Rita!!" Several nights she awoke with the feeling of
someone playing with her hair, running their fingers through
it as they sat beside her on the bed. Thinking it was me, she
would fall back to sleep.
One night she awoke, and being
thirsty she got up and got a drink of water. When she came
back into her room she was hit in the forehead by a piece of
drywall that flew out of the wall and straight at her
My son Sean who was 2 at the time, refused to go into
his sister's bedroom for any reason. If they called to him
or tried to coax him to come in he would begin to cry and
say "No there's a monster with red eyes in there!"
On weekend nights, I would come home from work
exhausted, and just want to take a bath, get some pyjamas on
and hit the hay. But as soon as I began running bath water I
would feel as if someone was watching me. I knew it was
ridiculous, I had an opaque curtain over my window, there was
NO ONE in the house but me (the kids were at the neighbor
lady's for the night) all the doors were locked. But you know
how it is when you KNOW SOMEBODY IS WATCHING YOU. I also
felt that it was a young man! Finally, after the third time of
feeling creepy and being fed up with not being able to sleep
soundly, I knocked on my neighbor lady's door the next
morning, and as she presumed I was there to pick up my kids, I
sat down at her table and addressed her with "Donna, why
didn't you tell me that house is haunted?!?!?" She looked at
me very surprised and said "Yes, I've heard that it is". Then
she proceeded to tell me the morbid details of why her
husband's parents didn't want to rent the house to me.
It seems that their oldest son, her husband Chuck's brother
committed suicide in the bedroom which now belonged to my
daughter, by hanging himself from one of the rafters. He was
15 years old at the time and I guess his parents were
abusive to all the kids, but they pushed their oldest to
excel in sports and shamed him if he couldn't perform to
their standards. I guess the boy just cracked under all the
pressure and decided to end all the abuse by taking his own
So after the suicide, they built the house next door,
closed down the little house and never spoke the child's
name again. Just pretended like he had never existed and it
had never happened.
We moved back to the city shortly thereafter, but because I
started recieving survivor's benefits we were able to live
in a much nicer part of it.
My kids all grew up, left home and are all supporting themselves now. Sometimes we get
together for family dinners and the conversation drifts back
to twenty years ago.
Sean still remembers vividly being afraid of that room, and the MONSTER WITH RED EYES in there.