Post by claddaghlass on Jul 14, 2010 13:22:59 GMT -5
When I was quite young we lived in a house my Dad said he always had a bad feeling about. Unfortunately we couldn't afford to move anywhere else so we rented that one house.
My room was the smallest with an open closet. I don't remember if there were hinges on the closet or not but it was open and narrow. Maybe about six feet by six feet.
When I first started living in that room I was still in a crib. I remember there being something in the room with me. One night I awoke to feeling something sharp poking my feet. It felt like long fingernails.
As my crib was so close to the light switch I was able to stand up and turn on the light. When I turned on the light there was nothing there that I could see.
If I turned off the light the poking on my feet would start again. After a few go arounds with this I kept my light on for the night.
The poking stopped for a few days but then started up again. This time it would jab me in the legs and back. At one point it punched me on the small of my back.
I told my parents but they thought it was a product of an over active imagination.
When I got adult size bed to sleep in my bed was facing the closet.
The poking and first punch became more violent as I was very often shoved out of bed. Dad said he'd often find me out of bed or half way across the room. At first he thought it was just a kid rolling out of bed as some of them do but then started wondering if there was something else doing this. He said after a while it didn't look like a child "just rolling out of bed."
The cats loved to jump up and hang around in this rafter like area in one side of the room. They would jump up on my dresser and go from there. When they jumped down they would go out of their way to avoid the open closet area. Even if they needed help and Dad would try to pick them up if he was in front of the closet they would refuse to come down.
Another time our dog Dawn growled at the closet area.
Most of the time there was only one entity in the closet but sometimes there were as many as three.
It's hard to describe what that one area felt like. It was like a void, a black hole. There was nothing there, just emptiness. I don't know how else to describe it. It was an area without atmosphere.
I recently found out it was rumored but has never been proven that my room was used by people doing drugs and seances to call dark entities.
I was ten when we moved out of that house. It's just across the street from my grandma's. I can't pass that house without getting the feeling that that dark thing is watching me as I pass. I will take the long way around to avoid that one house.
I have not sensed it since in any other house I lived in. I believe it "lives" in that one room.
My room was the smallest with an open closet. I don't remember if there were hinges on the closet or not but it was open and narrow. Maybe about six feet by six feet.
When I first started living in that room I was still in a crib. I remember there being something in the room with me. One night I awoke to feeling something sharp poking my feet. It felt like long fingernails.
As my crib was so close to the light switch I was able to stand up and turn on the light. When I turned on the light there was nothing there that I could see.
If I turned off the light the poking on my feet would start again. After a few go arounds with this I kept my light on for the night.
The poking stopped for a few days but then started up again. This time it would jab me in the legs and back. At one point it punched me on the small of my back.
I told my parents but they thought it was a product of an over active imagination.
When I got adult size bed to sleep in my bed was facing the closet.
The poking and first punch became more violent as I was very often shoved out of bed. Dad said he'd often find me out of bed or half way across the room. At first he thought it was just a kid rolling out of bed as some of them do but then started wondering if there was something else doing this. He said after a while it didn't look like a child "just rolling out of bed."
The cats loved to jump up and hang around in this rafter like area in one side of the room. They would jump up on my dresser and go from there. When they jumped down they would go out of their way to avoid the open closet area. Even if they needed help and Dad would try to pick them up if he was in front of the closet they would refuse to come down.
Another time our dog Dawn growled at the closet area.
Most of the time there was only one entity in the closet but sometimes there were as many as three.
It's hard to describe what that one area felt like. It was like a void, a black hole. There was nothing there, just emptiness. I don't know how else to describe it. It was an area without atmosphere.
I recently found out it was rumored but has never been proven that my room was used by people doing drugs and seances to call dark entities.
I was ten when we moved out of that house. It's just across the street from my grandma's. I can't pass that house without getting the feeling that that dark thing is watching me as I pass. I will take the long way around to avoid that one house.
I have not sensed it since in any other house I lived in. I believe it "lives" in that one room.
