The Back Door
Back in 1974, when I was only eight years old, we moved into a beautiful older home. Everything seemed to be going well. Until my mom bought a Ouija board. We all played with it, laughed at it, thought it was great fun! Until things started to take a dreary turn. One night while I lay in bed, I felt something tug at the sheets. I was only eight years old, so I didn’t think anything about it. But I kept feeling this annoying, weird, sensation of sorts. And then out of the blue something yanked both ankles, and pulled me about six inches off the bed. I jumped up and ran to the living room. Which was all the way across the house. Screaming at the top of my lungs for my mom and dad! They assured me everything was okay and not to fret. Well, I was so terrified from then on that I never would go to the bathroom, which was on the other side of the house. Instead I would use my baby doll diapers to urinate in. That’s how afraid I was to get up at night. Fast forward a few weeks later, I was standing at the back door when someone knocked! Mind you, I was making toast right at the back door! So I looked out, and no one was there! I ran outside, looked all around the house, and no one was there! There is no way anyone could’ve outrun my vision sight. I thought oh no, the ghost again! And then a few weeks later, my mom awoke at night, screaming, saying she couldn’t breathe, that something was smothering her. We were all terrified to live in the house. My dad had accused my mom of opening a portal with the Ouija board. We started talking to the neighbors about the weird events. Turns out that there had been five people brutally gunned down in this home. (So we were told.) It was a drug deal gone bad. (Again, so we were told.) And where they lay was…you guessed it, at the back door! We put our house up for sale and never looked back.