This experience happened many years ago, and may be unbelievable to some, but I can assure you that what happened within this house was a true experience of mine and other family members. While living there, it was like something straight out of a horror movie, but far worse. This was real and there was no escape from it, since it was the horror house we all had to return to at the end of the day. However, I may have to break this up into smaller parts to spare anyone from reading a long account. I don't tell people I know, even those I am close to, and anything about the paranormal side of this house. Anyway, here we go.
I was still just a little girl when my mom and my stepdad got married and decided to move to the east coast. My stepdad's job was in New York City, but my mom (who had always lived in the country) decided it would be better for us if we avoided the quick-paced urban hustle and bustle. So they began their house-hunting search in the forested rolling hills of Pennsylvania. They searched through countless houses, but eventually my mom's heart was set on just one.
It had been deserted for years, until now. They both loved it, but for some reason unknown to me, I detested it from the beginning and desperately tried to convince them to keep searching. It just had a weird feeling to it, like something wasn't 'right' about it. In fact, it felt very, very wrong. Every time I walked alone into the empty house, I'd get that prickly feeling on the back of my neck and every minute hair on my body stood on end. My mom thought my uneasiness was due to me getting used to her new husband, but I assured her it was the house. Of course, she didn't believe me and this caused an increasing rift between me and her. In her world, her house was perfect.
Things started slowly at first. Things progressed from the house making me feel as if I wasn't welcome, to the feeling of constantly being watched with a piercing gaze by something unseen. Wherever I went it felt like I was surrounded by things lurking in the corners. There was no relief from that sensation since it followed me everywhere. My adrenaline often caused me to leap out of my skin after I'd open doors, because there would be the startling sensation that something was waiting behind it.
Strangely, I couldn't physically see it but every cell in my body knew something was there right in front of me. It felt horrifyingly menacing. I could always feel the very real threat of it around me, as if it were a snarling dog standing with teeth bared. Over time the black shadows began to appear, even during the day. There were many of them. Out of the corner of my eye I could always see them watching and moving around. I'd get that feeling of being watched, so I'd turn my head to look and see black masses slowly fading away.
I should mention that my brother only lived with us for less than year. The tensions between my brother, my mom, and my stepdad grew to be so intense that after only several months my mom made my brother move across the country to live with my dad. I asked him if he'd ever noticed anything strange about the house. He told me that sometimes at night he'd have nightmares and wake up to the sound of growling within his room. I guess that explains why my brother always stayed up at night with the lights on. I know he stayed up because several times I'd wake up to the sound of dishes moving around, cupboards opening and closing, and the sink turning off and on late at night. To investigate, I'd often check on my brother and always see his bedroom light on. So I dismissed the kitchen ruckus as my brother getting a late night snack or something.
But it wasn't my brother. After he moved out, I'd still wake up to hearing sounds coming from the kitchen. The sink would repeatedly turn on and off. Cupboards slammed. Dishes moved around and even sometimes I'd hear them shattering on the tile floor. Some nights my mom would come into my room and yell at me for not being in bed. She never believed me, even though every night of every week I was always in bed. I was waaaay too terrified to investigate the sounds anymore, since I now undoubtedly knew it couldn't have been my brother.
After he left, it was like the floodgates had been released. He had been the lucky one, because he got the chance to leave. I was suddenly alone. My parents didn't believe me about the house and every time I tried to convince them that something horribly wrong was happening inside of it, it only created a greater rift between us. This really was only the beginning. I blame what was in the house for pushing my brother away... And for almost everything else that happened thereafter.
However, my mother eventually believed.