I've been having these weird dreams lately - some worse than the others. It's starting to really take its toll on me. And when I do get to sleep peacefully - I am usually awakened a few minutes later.
I usually come to my grandmothers in Texas every month or so. Usually for my college spring break and what not. But it wasn't until recently that I've started experiencing weird stuff in her brand new home. They believe I am imagining things - because it is a new house and it has its creaks and moans. But I will leave that up to you too decide.
It all started in December - my grandfather had to go to the hospital for a back injury - so I was house sitting. I would sleep in their bedroom - because let's face it - it was downstairs and by the alarm - it made me feel safe. I had just finished cooking dinner and got settled into the bed - watching my favorite movie, Hook. My grandmother called and said she would be coming to pick me up tomorrow so I could see my grandfather. So I decided to take a shower nothing fancy or long, just to wash my hair and the works. Well about halfway through the shower - I heard the door alarm go off saying, "Garage door." So I got out of the shower, turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around my body and went to the kitchen area to look out the window.
The door wasn't opened, so I thought I had one of those moments where you think you hear something but you don't. So I decided to go into the laundry room, I grabbed some clothes and changed. Again I heard the alarm go off. I got annoyed thinking it was my aunt or something coming to pick up canning material (my grandmother cans food for fun). So I unset the alarm, turned on the light and went to the garage door. I pulled on it and pushed on it - but it was locked. It sort of began to creep me out.
When I got back into the house (the door is less than 20 feet from the garage), I locked the deadbolt and the bottom lock. I even reset the alarm - and settled with the whole, "I'm getting worked up over nothing." So I quickly made me a shake before walking towards the door. I had one of those moments where I thought I dropped like a drop of the shake and stopped to bend down.
I stopped because I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise up and I could hear plain (but muffled) as day like they were right beside me, "Who do you think is in here with us?"
And I heard someone respond, "I don't know."
The second voice was more muffled than the first - quieter as well. But it was enough for me to run into my grandparents room and call my parents at 8 pm their time. My dad stayed on the phone with me while my mother called my aunt to go and check the house out. She said she didn't see anyone - but if I heard it again - call the cops.
Now, I haven't heard voices in a while. But it was around 10 pm and I went downstairs to make me some coffee (I was working on my term paper). I stopped right by the front door like I did last time - like I couldn't move and I once again heard, "Who do you think is in here with us?"
But the second voice was different this time, instead of the same reply it was more like I couldn't understand it. But I think it or someone said, "------Do you think she can -----us?"
The lines were part I couldn't hear - so I woke up my grandpa and he grabbed his gun and walked outside. He walked around his property and said he didn't see or hear anyone.
Today was worse for me. After I had gotten settled into bed last night, completely worn out - I began to doze off. But I was awakened by voices - like they were downstairs below me - and they weren't quiet either. They talked for maybe a good 2 hours before I could hear the stairs squeaking. I closed my eyes and pulled the covers over my head.
I tried to ignore the feeling all day and I stayed up until 3 in the afternoon before I was able to take a nap. It was my dream that creeped me out beyond compare.
I was sitting in my room and I heard the same voices talking - and for some reason it annoyed me. So I walked down the stairs and started towards my grandmothers office when the lights went out. I let out an angry sigh until the back up lights kicked in and I was able to see. As I moved towards her door, my head starting hurting - like I could hear a buzzing noise (kind of like the ring tones younger kids use in middle school to see if their teacher is deaf). I put my finger in my ear and opened it. I saw maybe like two men and a kid just sitting there. They were talking.
The younger man of the group looked up at the ceiling as if he heard something and said what I kept hearing in the house, "Who do you thinks in here with us?"
The older man who looked like he was in his late 60's looked towards him, shrugging. "-----Do you think she can hear us?"
But it wasn't the fact that their voices were the same that was freaking me out. It was the kid who was just staring at me - making goose bumps cover my arm. He then stood up and started screaming - it cracked the windows and as they cracked his face cracked - and let me tell you watching a kids face turn black then start to crack can jolt anyone up.
I sat up in bed and brought my hand up to my head because it began to hurt and I got up because I needed Advil. I walked down stairs and my grandmother looked at me and said, "Shawna your forehead is bleeding."
Sure enough I had a cut on my forehead and I had a piece of glass in it. How I got it? I will never be sure. But I can tell you this, I hate this house. I want to move. I want to go home. I'm scared. I'm genuiley beyond scared. I'm scared for myself and my grandparents.
I don't know if I was just having one of those moments where you start placing two and two together. But it was one of those moments that make me want to leave.