Terror In The Breezeway

While trying to locate the site of an old township in the area that was founded back in the 1800s, we came upon this road called Sycamore Church Rd which really takes you out in the middle of nowhere it seems. There's even an old tiny one room church located on the road that has a total of ten pews at the most: three rows on each side, a short pew in front of the rows on each side and then a pew on each side at the front of the room. The church is a bit spooky at night, but so far we haven't experienced anything there the couple of times we've investigated. A little bit further down the road, there is an old railroad bridge that you travel under and you continue on a narrow paved road. The first time we went down this road and got to that bridge, I was driving and I remember stopping the car maybe 15 feet from the bridge and sitting there looking at it and thinking, "What the Hell is looking at me?" The sensation of being watched just from around the other side of the bridge was absolutely overwhelming and I refused to go past that point. Since then I've been past that point on several occasions and the road in itself is creepy. To make this part of the long story short, I've heard and seen stuff on this road, along with sensing even more stuff.

Mine and Brian's (my boyfriend) original Paranormal Research Team took a drive out on Sycamore Church Rd past the railroad bridge one night last fall. There's a gravel round-about by a hiking trail further on down that road that we pulled into to sit for a while and just observe. One of the team members swore they say a figure standing against one of the hiking signs ahead of the car, but I happened to be looking elsewhere at that point. Since then I have seen several shadow figures during different visits. However, the sensations of being watched were rather overwhelming and after a while we decided it was best that we left the area and headed home. The moment we pulled out of the round-about and started driving, I started to get an awful feeling that we were being followed... It can almost be described as a heavy feeling against the back of you I suppose, but unless you've experienced something as such, the feeling is very hard to describe. The entire time we were driving off that road, I couldn't for the life of me keep myself from continuously looking behind us and in my mind I kept imagining some sort of figure chasing after us quickly. It was disturbing to say the least and even more disturbing was how it felt like it took FOREVER to get back off that road, a lot longer than it should have and a lot longer than it took for us to travel down it upon arriving.

Fast forward ahead a while and we all made it back to the apartments. Now a little tad bit of important information: our neighbors, who were team members at that time, were babysitting their friend's kitten. This kitten was about as rambunctious as a kitten could be, but all that had to happen to calm it down was for someone to cuddle it and before you knew it, the thing was dead asleep in your arms. So one of our neighbors went across the breezeway into their apartment to go get the kitten and when they brought it over, the thing was going schizo on everyone and everything. Each of us tried holding it to calm it down, but to no avail. The first thing I blurted was, "I honestly think something followed us home tonight and it is either sensing it or seeing it." It was the only explanation that seemed plausible in my mind because I still felt as if something had followed us home from that road and was lingering and animals are known to be extra sensitive to the paranormal.

Later that night after everyone had left, Brian was sleeping on the couch, and I finished doing some paranormal research online, I decided to step out for one last cigarette before heading to bed. This took place between 4:30am and 6:30am...I honestly don't remember the time. After stepping outside, I lit my cigarette, took a seat on the edge of the top step and hadn't even been out there for a full minute when a strong sensation pulled my attention over towards the playground that was off to my right. I sat there staring at that playground for a good minute after because I couldn't ignore the sensation of being watched even though I couldn't see anyone. Then my attention was sharply pulled to the opposite end of the breezeway off to my left. That's when I started to feel like something was at the bottom of those stairs and I heard something begin to creep upward. Naturally I stood up so if it was an animal I wouldn't be caught off guard and as I looked around the corner down the breeze way I didn't see any shadow of any animal creeping up the wall. I didn't see anything at all but I still heard something coming up the stairs. So becoming more uneasy, I inched closer to my door and continued to look around the corner.

Whatever it was paused, then all of a sudden bolted up the steps. I screamed, threw the door open, screamed again as I ran inside, and slammed the door shut. I've been scared before in my life, but not once have I EVER felt so terrified and threatened. I literally felt like my life was in danger. I managed to go up to the door for a brief second and look through the peep hole, but I got a mental image in my head of something pacing outside my door, so I quickly backed away. By then I was hyperventilating to the point where I couldn't have started breathing normally even if I wanted to, my heart was beating so hard it hurt, I was shaking so bad, and I started crying (shamefully admits that last part). Not because I'm some chicken, cause really I'm not, but feeling so unsafe in my own home because I felt like I was being stalked outside my door by something I couldn't physically see was indescribable. I literally did not stop pacing and sit down for a good thirty minutes after that happened and I refused to go to sleep until the sun had already risen.

Now I suppose one could argue that it really was just some normal animal that had freaked me out, but I'd like to pose the argument against that with this explanation: The neighbor behind us at that time at the opposite end of the breeze way had a black lab puppy who was about 6 months old by the name of Bear. Sweetest dog ever and the boy is fast I tell you. I've had that thing sprint to me as fast as it can, but whatever the unseen thing that damn near attacked me outside my apartment was a hundred times faster than Bear and I wasn't about to stick around long enough to find out what it was. I haven't had anything as horrible happen to me since that night, but mentally I'm a bit scarred from that occurrence and it still creeps me out just thinking about it.