My story takes place in April 1988 in the rural area called Shoulderblade, KY. I was 20 years old and had just gotten married in my local church. The church offered us the parsonage to live in. We happily accepted and moved in right away.
The first night we were there I was so glad to have my own place to live. We settled in for the night and just as we had gotten comfortable, we hear the glass door knob on the bedroom door moving back and forth. It was a distinct sound. My husband got out of bed and grabbed his gun and walked over and motioned for me to open the door. I did and he stepped out and looked and nothing was there. He moved into the hall and looked around, then went into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom the light went out suddenly. He told me to switch it back on and I did. He checked out the whole apartment, which was in the basement of the church, and he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
The next day I spent most of my time putting away clothes and dishes. I felt very much like I was being watched the whole time. It made me feel very uneasy. I kept looking out the window to see if someone had came to the church. No one was around. That evening was spent with my husband eating dinner and watching the television. We went to bed and just before we could fall asleep, we hear a loud shouting coming from upstairs. I thought to myself, why would anyone be here this time of the night? My husband and I both felt unnerved by the whole thing. I couldn't exactly make out what was being said, but it made the hair stand up on my arms. We both decided to go up and see what was going on. When we approached the last step before you enter the chapel, the shouting stopped. I wish I could remember what was being said that night.
As we entered the chapel the first thing we noticed was no one was there. It was pouring the rain out and not one speck of mud was on the floor. It was dead silent in the church. We immediately knew it was something supernatural, maybe even evil that we had just experienced. We went back downstairs and settled in and the rest of the night was uneventful. I must say it took a long time to return to sleep. I just kept waiting for the shouting to begin again. I also said many prayers before I could go to sleep.
The next day I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me. I especially felt it in the kitchen. It was the room with the biggest windows. I kept looking out the window expecting to see someone. I finally decided to call my mother and tell her what was going on and how I felt. She decided to come spend the night with us and brought my stepdad along. She brought lots of deli food and we watched a couple movies and went to sleep. Not one thing happened and I felt at ease while they were there. I convinced myself there was nothing to really worry about.
The next night I am having the same feelings of being watched. We eat and go see my in-laws for the evening, then come home and go to bed. Once again we hear the doorknob moving back and forth. This time my husband jumps up and grabs the door open and jumps out. He looks around and slowly backs into the bedroom. He shuts the door and tells me to get dressed. I get ready and he puts his shoes on and grabs his gun and my hand and out the bedroom door we go. I take one look into the living room and I know what his fear is. Hovering in front of the living room window is this dark mass. It's floating and pacing back and forth, then it moves toward the kitchen. As it does, my husband starts toward the living room door, pulling me behind him. I don't know whether to follow or run back and hide. I don't want to get near the entity. I quickly realize I must get out of the apartment and I follow him without hesitation. When we get to the truck and as we are leaving, I look in the window and you can still see the dark mass floating across the room.
We go straight to my in-laws right up the road and tell them the story. My father-in-law is convinced it was our imagination but agrees to go look. The two of them, my husband and his father, go and search the parsonage. They see nothing out of the ordinary. The next morning we tell the preacher of the church what happened and he agrees to come bless the apartment and pray over it. After this is done, he tells us that the reason the parsonage was empty was because the previous occupants had a son who was into witchcraft. He said he used the Ouija board in the small bedroom of the apartment. That room was painted red. I never felt good about that room and didn't even have anything in that room yet. He wished us the best and told us to let him know if anything else happened.
That evening I decided to take a bath and relax, then go eat dinner with my in-laws. I got into the tub and began to feel uneasy again, like I was being watched. I decided to pull the shower curtain closed to feel hidden from the invisible eyes. The curtain was an opaque color, allowing you to still see through it slightly. Once again I saw the black misty entity go by the curtain. It passed several times and I was mortified. I hurried and got out and got dressed and left.
I never spent another night there and found another place to live only a few days later. I truly believe that the boy who used to live there brought something into the parsonage that didn't want to leave. I really never knew a church could be haunted.
This is a true story and to this day that church has lost most of its members and the preacher there actually uses cuss words in his sermons. I think the dark entity is still at work there.