When I was little, I didn't see my aunt often. I had never been to her house. I'd heard rumors of "the witch under the bed" from my cousins, but I never believed them.
One day, I finally visited her for the first time in all my life. When I walked into her house, it felt... Strange; like a heavy weight was pressing down on me, and it was hard to breathe. I was scared to death. I kept my thoughts to myself, and fell asleep on the couch.
I had a dream that there was a man in the house, and he was angry. He kept telling us to go away or he would kill us. He repeated it over and over.
When I woke up, it was around 6 p.m. Nobody was in the house but me. I got up to explore the rest of her house, but then I realized I was all alone, and I remembered my dream. I went into the kitchen to get some water, and then all of the sudden my eyes got really big and I turned my head slowly to look over my shoulder. There, standing behind me was a dark, shadow figure staring at me. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I was frozen in fear. We were standing there for a long time, just staring at each other. This is going to sound crazy, but I could actually hear its voice inside my head. It was telling me to go away and never come back. It was angry. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run out of that house and never look back. I wanted whatever it was gone. I somehow managed to break free of its death-stare. I ran as fast as I could out of the house, past the gate, all the way down to the end of the street.
After about an hour, I saw my mom walking towards me saying "Oh sweetie, what's wrong? Why in the world are you down here? Do you know how worried we were?" I didn't respond. I was thinking about whether I should tell her what happened or not. "Would she think I'm crazy? Maybe I am crazy..." Those were the thoughts running through my head. Then she said, "Come on, get up. Let's go back to the house." I just shook my head and started crying. "I'm not going back to that house, Mom. I'll stay here. When are we leaving?" Then my mom said, "We're staying the night here... Will you please tell me what's going on?" And that was just my luck. She had to go get my dad and my aunt just to make me get up and walk over to the house.
I was so scared that night, I slept with my mom. But I actually didn't sleep... I stayed awake and watched the room. There were loud tapping noises and the closet door kept swinging back-and-forth. I got scared and put my head under the covers. I FINALLY fell asleep at about 4 a.m.
When I woke up the next morning, my mom was gone. It was about 9:30 a.m. I got up and walked towards the door. Right before I touched the door-knob, I heard heavy breathing in my left ear. I froze. I didn't turn around because of the incident that happened the day before. I gained the courage to turn the door-knob and ran out of that room as fast as I could. I saw my mom and ran up to her and gave her a big hug, mainly because it made me feel safe.
I have never spoken of this until now. Sometimes I still have dreams of the man that wanted me to leave, but thank God it's just a dream. I've never been to my aunt's house since then. I'll probably never go back.