I am glad that I am finally writing this down, I should have many years ago. I can't remember how old I was, but I know that I was in the second grade. I recall drawing pictures of what I had seen in class the next day. This would have been about 20 years ago now. I was living with my family in an old farmhouse on the outskirts of Freeport, Maine.
I was laying in my bed, trying to fall asleep. The door to my room was open and so was the door to my little brother's room. The placement of the bed and design of the house was such that from my bed I could see into part of my brother's room. I rolled onto my side and looked in that direction and what I saw would forever be known to my family and I as The Yellow Eyes. As a child, I immediately classified them as eyes, although they did not look like the eyes of a person or any animal that I could now bring to mind. They seemed larger than a human's eyes and a little farther apart. They did not possess a pupil or iris that I could see (they were just solid yellow) and were glowing. The 'eyes' were luminescent, but did not seem to cast light onto anything around them. I suppose the reason I identified them as eyes was because they moved together in the same plane and appeared to be 5-6ft off the floor.
The Yellow Eyes had appeared in front of my brother's closet, which was thankfully about as far as possible from where he lay sleeping. But they didn't seem interested in him anyway, they were 'looking' right at me. The eyes moved a few feet in my direction, bobbing just slightly and then blinked out. A moment later they reappeared, a few feet closer still, right in threshold of the other bedroom. I lost it, certain that, whatever it was, it was going to 'get' me. I threw my blanket over my head, having no desire to see whatever was about to happen, and tried to scream to my father for help. I tried and tried, but was not successful. I was so terrified, the sound would not come, just my breath. After a time, I must have exhausted myself, because I did sleep that night. When I woke up I was fine and the sunlight spilling into the kitchen that morning never looked so inviting.
My brother had seen nothing and my parents were pretty dismissive about the whole incident. I can't blame them. Years later, my father offered the explanation that it was only car lights and still insists that this was the case. But this happened on the side of the house that faces the woods, not the road, and cars rarely went down that road in those days because half of it was dirt and poorly maintained. Even if the lights from a car could somehow ricochet a considerable distance from the road to something mysteriously reflective in the forest through the window and into the room, it doesn't explain how the light could be projected 3-dimensionally out from the wall. Not to mention, no one in the house ever saw anything like that before or since in the more than thirty years that my family has lived there.
Seeing The Yellow Eyes was probably the scariest thing that any of us ever experienced in that house, but it wasn't the only strange event. Most of it was easy to attribute to the place just being old, however. Light-bulbs constantly blowing, drafts, creaking, scratching (mice), terrible smells (dead mice). Others could certainly have been our minds playing tricks on us. Seeing people in the corner of our eyes who weren't there. My father said that my mother claimed to have heard children's voices in the house, before any of us kids were born, but she says now that she doesn't remember that.
One time, one of my brothers woke up choking himself, that definitely scared him, but people can do weird things in their sleep. When my sister was a teenager and I was off at school she had heard something in her closet, something big, she thought, really going berserk. I suppose that it's possible a squirrel or something had gotten in there, anything could sound big if it was really trying to make a racket. The only other incident that really got my heart beating was when I was a teenager watching television. There was this little perpetual motion trinket on top of the television. It wasn't moving or anything, just sitting there and then all of a sudden the thing went flying and almost hit me in the shoulder. I calmly got up, turned off the TV, left the room and told myself over and over again that the vibration from sound had somehow flung the toy at me. It's The Yellow Eyes though, that really drive me nuts. Not only because they scared me so terribly, but because now I want so badly to be able to explain what I saw.
Despite the occasional weirdness, we never really thought of our house as a haunting. It was always our home, in some ways it still feels more like home than the house I share with my husband. It was an absolutely wonderful place to grow up. In many ways I love that place. But to me it has always felt more 'alive' than other houses I've stayed in, and like something is always there, even when you're alone. My mother still lives there though, alone, and I don't think that she ever gets scared, or believes anything is there.
I never did any real research on the place, but the farmhouse we lived in is well over a hundred years old, the property much older. When I was very young, there was an ell attached to the house and two barns. My parents had to tear down the ell and the older barn because they were in such disrepair, but those were actually the original structures, the ell once a home. My brother's room, where I saw the eyes is kind of unique. In it is the trapdoor to the attic (where I don't think any of us have ever gone) and another small door in the wall (also not sure we ever opened it) that must either be a crawlspace or a passage that had once led into the ell. The closet door also caused us some fear as children. It has a big oblong knot in the wood, nearly spanning the height of the door and atop this knot, two odd points, like horns, making the door look a bit like it has a shadowy devil in it. But it is just a knot. The remaining barn also has some interesting patterns in the wood. A good portion of the wood inside is superficially burnt. A neighbor once told us that a previous owner tried to burn it down for the insurance money. Near the bottom of a burned beam, down just below a charcoaled portion of it, is a child's black hand-print. It almost looks as though it were burned into the wood, but more likely it is black paint or oil.
Most everything I can explain away, but The Yellow Eyes make me a believer. I have been afraid that The Yellow Eyes would come back my entire life. I literally needed a night light until I left for college. And when I went back on breaks I would have to leave the television on to fall asleep. Even when I visit now with my husband I still get a little freaked out at night. When I was a kid I didn't even feel safe at night in other houses, I thought they might be able to follow me. Sometimes, I STILL think I might see them again, like something was started that hasn't finished. I have always had a very active imagination, and children can be very egocentric, but at the time I had the feeling that The Yellow Eyes were there for me and the feeling has somewhat persisted. It is difficult for me to express in a way that makes sense, but I do feel like the incident was significant, for lack of a better word, and not incidental. Should I still be thinking about this twenty years later? I would love to hear what people think about this one and if anyone has had a similar experience.
Thanks for listening,