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Here is the first in a series of columns. Are they real or fake?
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I'll tell you about my earliest experience and one of
my most memorable one, it happened around when I was
about 9 to 11 years of age, cant remember exactly.
Before it happened I had always been interested in
ghosts, I used to think I was a Ghostbuster, maybe
even egon, he was always the smartest.
Anyways, me, my mom, and my sister all moved into a
new house. The house was devided into 3 parts, 1 for
each family. It was originally meant to be one huge
house, but was turned into three sections, each very
big though. The house looked directly from a Resident
evil video game, with vines going up the side.
There was a door on the side by a large car port
where you climbed up a flight of stairs, it lead to
our living area. My room was located on the second
floor along with the bathroom, the kitchen, the
outside second floor porch, and another small room.
When looking at all of it, my room and the small room
and the kitchen were originally one giant room.
Inside my room was the door to the bathroom, so I can
see the bathroom door from my bed. I spent all that
day
in my room setting everything up, then headed
upstairs. Upstairs was the 3rd floor, a door to the
attic and then a giant wood floor living room with a
giant round window.
The attic was always extremely hot, more hot then
normal attics are. To the side was a huge hole in the
wall, and small platforms of wood lead to the other
side where instilation was falling out. You couldn't
see a floor inside that hole because it was too dark,
but I'm sure if I ever climbed out in that hole I
would fall into the neighbors kitchen.
I saw a weird thing in that attic, it was like a
burnt mark. It was in the shape of the devils
pitchfork like someone hit it against the wood wall
when it was on fire. I went back into my room and went
to the bathroom. The bathroom door was made from the
glass, decorated like a church window.
On the other side of the door in the bathroom was
what looked like old blood, stained and splattered
against the door. I quickly told my mom and she said
she'd get to it tommorow, which I nodded to and went
to bed for that night.
That night the nightmares started. I never had
nightmares like this before. They were horrible and
frightening images in my head, something horror movies
wouldn't even allow. I woke up that morning and
noticed that the bathroom doors blood was gone, my mom
denied ever cleaning it and laughed as if it was never
even there.
The next few months I had those terrible nightmares
every night, I couldn't sleep hardly at all. I woke
up, cowarding into the wall and waiting for daylight,
hoping I wouldn't have to deal with anymore
nightmarish dreams. when I slept in other houses like
my grandparents, I wouldn't have nightmares, but there
was something in that house that made me feel creeped
out and have such dreams.
Then on Easter morning around 4 A.M. in the morning I
woke up from a terrible dream. I laid there looking at
the side of the wall my bed was against, glancing at
it quietly, which was a mistake. What I saw may make
you all think I'm crazy or was asleep dreaming it, but
I am not and I wasn't.
It was a head, a floating misty head of what appeared
to be a old lady. It was gray and kinda of glowed in
the dark, floating out of the wall as I ducked away
and kept my eyes on it in terror. The head was cut
from the neck cleanly, you could see the cut marks as
if it was decapitated. It had a look of fright and
horror on its face and it disapeared into the
bathroom.
After that morning I never had nightmares, never saw
or heard a thing again in that house. I moved out a
year later and now live in a house about a 20 minute
walk away from there. Someday I may research it to
find out its history, you never know ^_^ Hope I didn't
scare ya and hope you enjoyed it!
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