From the very moment I stepped foot into this old farmhouse, I felt a dark presence that emanated from every corner. At first, I thought it was just in my head and because I was afraid of the dark it messed with my senses allowing paranoia to set in. The truth of the matter was much worse though.
Running out of options, I bought the place because it was dirt cheap, and someone had just abandoned it, so they sold the old place within a few days. If I remember right, the closing was within a week of seeing the house in the first place. That should have been the very first indicator of a problem, but I was too blind to see it till later. My husband at the time, believed in things that went bump in the night but wasn’t as scared as I have always been, so he would tend to make fun of me, even though he had never seen things like I had.
The minute I took one look at this beautiful old farmhouse with original hard wood floors and that it
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and then hold it for ten seconds. When I take another, I find that something feels different. I can sense a presence. Not wanting to really find out what is in the room with me, I pull the covers even higher over my head and I don’t open my eyes for nothing. Eventually, I drift off to sleep after I feel that the coast is clear, and my fears have subsided. However, I was not expecting to feel a very cold hand on my arm in the middle of the night, but when I do I start to shake severely. I don’t live with a single soul and my parents had died years ago so it wasn’t them. Not to mention, no one else had keys to my small apartment in the city where break ins are all too common. Is this a burglar checking to see if I am really asleep or a serial killer who wants to get his jollies off hearing me scream? Honestly, I don’t know, and I don’t care just as long as they leave me alone, s
As I start to feel weak and my vision fades to black, the last thing I remember of that moment is his voice, “It will only get better.” Then I black out for a while before awaking to a noise on the outside of the window.A soft tapping noise, like a twig hitting the windowpane in the breeze, or something like that. Opening my eyes, a sharp pain slices through my head like a knife and I feel like ten hangovers hit me at once in vengeance. My stomach is tossing and turning and before I know it, I am forced to open my eyes again and rush to the bathroom to throw up everything I have had for the last day and a half. I only know this, because I had pizza two days ago and I am fairly sure that I saw a piece of pepperoni undigested in the toilet.Feeling that overwhelming need to go to the bathroom, I find that I can’t even pee and all that comes out is some overly smelly gas that smells like something dead. Sitting there for a
Hearing something strange in my backyard, I glance out the window and hear someone or should I say something howling. “Howl” “Howwwwlll” I stop before turning around and walking over to the wall so I can flip on the light switch to my room. Something is definitely odd, because the minute my finger flips the switch, the howling stops. As I stand completely still, I feel a presence in the room with me. Just before I spin on my heels and turn to see what is behind me, I am hit in the back of the head by something hard as it makes a thud that echoes throughout my skull. When I come to, the pain in my head explodes like a bomb went off and I can hear nothing of what is going on in the room around me. Opening my eyes, I see two shapes moving about and on closer inspection I notice that they are quite large and slow moving. One is a woman and looks hairier than most Americans, so I can only assume that they are either of Europea
Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling. I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole. It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl. The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end. I remember one night. I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed. Convincing myself that it was just something in my head, I keep my eyes closed and count to 100. When I am done, I hear it again. As I open my eyes, I feel the sheets begin to slowly lower as if someone was pulling them from the foot of the bed. When I see the shadowy dark figure emerge, I scream out into the night. Fearing no one will help me, I try to make my escape and end up flat on my face before realizing that my feet were still caught up in the sheets. Struggling to get back up again, I
I’m talking to my mom on the phone and listening to a song on the radio while I sit in my room staring out the window at the storm. It’s an especially strong one I might add, because as I sit there, I notice that a tree gets ripped right out of the ground and is lopped on an electric wire a couple feet away from it. As I watch this happen, an alert comes over the radio and then the phone blinks out. “Dang it.” I say as I glance down at my phone and wonder what just happened. Hearing the alert system on the radio, I climb off my bed and walk over to turn it up before I hear that there is a serious threat. Something about a contagion in the air and that everyone should stay indoors, or they might breathe it in. See, I am not stupid. Everyone knows that if it is in the air, even staying indoors won’t help with the situation. So, I start to laugh a little before realizing that they are dead serious. Hearing the aler
For about a year and a half now, I have been sleeping in my living room in my comfy black faux suede reclining chair in front of the fireplace. My kids always thought it was odd that I had a bedroom upstairs that seemed perfectly fine, but I never used it once my ex-husband was gone. Matter fact, I flat out refused to go in there after dark because it creeped me out to no end. So, when I sit here in the dark with only a small lamp in the dining room for light to see where the bathroom is, I begin to wonder how I am not scared when I see the shadows move from behind me. I guess it is because whatever is in my bedroom upstairs, feels threatening. What is down here however, feels like it is part of me for some reason. I know that doesn’t make sense, but I feel that perhaps the shadows that move around me once belonged to either a little boy who died in a barn fire in the very early 1900’s or an older woman who died here just after that.&nbs
While opening presents on Christmas morning, I watch as my mother walks over to the tree and picks up a large package with a big shiny purple bow on it. She turns around with a mischievous smile on her face before looking me in the eye and stating, “This one is for you. I saved the best for last.”Feeling extremely excited, I thrust my hands out to reach for it. When she places it in my palms, I notice that it is much heavier than I expected for such a small package. With a funny look on her face, she steps back and sits on the couch to the right of me and stares at me till I unwrap it, saying, “Hurry, I want to see if you really like it.”Hesitating, I watch her eyes bug out when I decide to milk it for all it is worth, till she screams at me in excitement, “Hurry.”Placing the package between my legs for leverage, I find the seam of the tape and slowly pull it bit by bit until the paper starts to peel
After washing my hair and rinsing off, I step out and grab my towel. Hearing someone speak, I ask, “Hello. Mom is that you?” Frowning when no one answers, I hurry to dry off when I feel a brisk chill in the air and the hairs on my arms stand on end. Turning around, I see a chilling image in the mirror. It is me, but not really. There is something off just a little and I can’t put my finger on it till I blink, and then it goes back to normal. The image was of the doll Marybelle. Her eyes were so dead and empty that I could tell it’s what I saw and when I realize this, the first thing I want to do is throw that doll in the fire and burn it to ashes. After a few minutes, I decide that it was just a figment of my imagination and that because it looks so real it just freaks me out a little, that’s all. Shaking my head to get her mental image out of my head, I hurry to pull my pants on and button up my shirt before re
Waking up in the morning, nothing seemed strange at all. I sat down in front of the television and watched the news. Then I made my children sausage, eggs, and toast before they had to leave for school. Hearing the school bus honk outside, I glanced over at the clock on the kitchen wall and realized that they were late for the bus. That was just the first thing that went wrong today but not the last, I promise. After the kids barely made it on to the bus, with no time to spare, I sat down with a cup of coffee and realized that in the bottom of the cup is a dead fly. Once I took a shower, I went about my daily business of cleaning the house, making the beds, and doing the laundry. Not at any time during this daily ritual, did I ever once think that things would go so horribly wrong before I would close my eyes and go to sleep at the end of the night. But now, it is 4 p.m. and for some unknown reason, the world has gone crazy.
After washing my hair and rinsing off, I step out and grab my towel. Hearing someone speak, I ask, “Hello. Mom is that you?” Frowning when no one answers, I hurry to dry off when I feel a brisk chill in the air and the hairs on my arms stand on end. Turning around, I see a chilling image in the mirror. It is me, but not really. There is something off just a little and I can’t put my finger on it till I blink, and then it goes back to normal. The image was of the doll Marybelle. Her eyes were so dead and empty that I could tell it’s what I saw and when I realize this, the first thing I want to do is throw that doll in the fire and burn it to ashes. After a few minutes, I decide that it was just a figment of my imagination and that because it looks so real it just freaks me out a little, that’s all. Shaking my head to get her mental image out of my head, I hurry to pull my pants on and button up my shirt before re
While opening presents on Christmas morning, I watch as my mother walks over to the tree and picks up a large package with a big shiny purple bow on it. She turns around with a mischievous smile on her face before looking me in the eye and stating, “This one is for you. I saved the best for last.”Feeling extremely excited, I thrust my hands out to reach for it. When she places it in my palms, I notice that it is much heavier than I expected for such a small package. With a funny look on her face, she steps back and sits on the couch to the right of me and stares at me till I unwrap it, saying, “Hurry, I want to see if you really like it.”Hesitating, I watch her eyes bug out when I decide to milk it for all it is worth, till she screams at me in excitement, “Hurry.”Placing the package between my legs for leverage, I find the seam of the tape and slowly pull it bit by bit until the paper starts to peel
For about a year and a half now, I have been sleeping in my living room in my comfy black faux suede reclining chair in front of the fireplace. My kids always thought it was odd that I had a bedroom upstairs that seemed perfectly fine, but I never used it once my ex-husband was gone. Matter fact, I flat out refused to go in there after dark because it creeped me out to no end. So, when I sit here in the dark with only a small lamp in the dining room for light to see where the bathroom is, I begin to wonder how I am not scared when I see the shadows move from behind me. I guess it is because whatever is in my bedroom upstairs, feels threatening. What is down here however, feels like it is part of me for some reason. I know that doesn’t make sense, but I feel that perhaps the shadows that move around me once belonged to either a little boy who died in a barn fire in the very early 1900’s or an older woman who died here just after that.&nbs
I’m talking to my mom on the phone and listening to a song on the radio while I sit in my room staring out the window at the storm. It’s an especially strong one I might add, because as I sit there, I notice that a tree gets ripped right out of the ground and is lopped on an electric wire a couple feet away from it. As I watch this happen, an alert comes over the radio and then the phone blinks out. “Dang it.” I say as I glance down at my phone and wonder what just happened. Hearing the alert system on the radio, I climb off my bed and walk over to turn it up before I hear that there is a serious threat. Something about a contagion in the air and that everyone should stay indoors, or they might breathe it in. See, I am not stupid. Everyone knows that if it is in the air, even staying indoors won’t help with the situation. So, I start to laugh a little before realizing that they are dead serious. Hearing the aler
Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling. I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole. It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl. The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end. I remember one night. I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed. Convincing myself that it was just something in my head, I keep my eyes closed and count to 100. When I am done, I hear it again. As I open my eyes, I feel the sheets begin to slowly lower as if someone was pulling them from the foot of the bed. When I see the shadowy dark figure emerge, I scream out into the night. Fearing no one will help me, I try to make my escape and end up flat on my face before realizing that my feet were still caught up in the sheets. Struggling to get back up again, I
Hearing something strange in my backyard, I glance out the window and hear someone or should I say something howling. “Howl” “Howwwwlll” I stop before turning around and walking over to the wall so I can flip on the light switch to my room. Something is definitely odd, because the minute my finger flips the switch, the howling stops. As I stand completely still, I feel a presence in the room with me. Just before I spin on my heels and turn to see what is behind me, I am hit in the back of the head by something hard as it makes a thud that echoes throughout my skull. When I come to, the pain in my head explodes like a bomb went off and I can hear nothing of what is going on in the room around me. Opening my eyes, I see two shapes moving about and on closer inspection I notice that they are quite large and slow moving. One is a woman and looks hairier than most Americans, so I can only assume that they are either of Europea
As I start to feel weak and my vision fades to black, the last thing I remember of that moment is his voice, “It will only get better.” Then I black out for a while before awaking to a noise on the outside of the window.A soft tapping noise, like a twig hitting the windowpane in the breeze, or something like that. Opening my eyes, a sharp pain slices through my head like a knife and I feel like ten hangovers hit me at once in vengeance. My stomach is tossing and turning and before I know it, I am forced to open my eyes again and rush to the bathroom to throw up everything I have had for the last day and a half. I only know this, because I had pizza two days ago and I am fairly sure that I saw a piece of pepperoni undigested in the toilet.Feeling that overwhelming need to go to the bathroom, I find that I can’t even pee and all that comes out is some overly smelly gas that smells like something dead. Sitting there for a
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and then hold it for ten seconds. When I take another, I find that something feels different. I can sense a presence. Not wanting to really find out what is in the room with me, I pull the covers even higher over my head and I don’t open my eyes for nothing. Eventually, I drift off to sleep after I feel that the coast is clear, and my fears have subsided. However, I was not expecting to feel a very cold hand on my arm in the middle of the night, but when I do I start to shake severely. I don’t live with a single soul and my parents had died years ago so it wasn’t them. Not to mention, no one else had keys to my small apartment in the city where break ins are all too common. Is this a burglar checking to see if I am really asleep or a serial killer who wants to get his jollies off hearing me scream? Honestly, I don’t know, and I don’t care just as long as they leave me alone, s