Most people will probably laugh at this. I mean, I'm not really the best story teller and even though I'm an avid bookworm, I can never put the words exactly together.
My family had moved a lot since my little brother had been born. The house we just moved into was inherited by my mother from her family, after giving up on selling it after 11 years. The house needed to be remodeled, but, I knew it'd look great one day. However, this isn't about our current house. Or even the one before it. Not even the house my little brother was born in, where I saw something green and furry walk past my bathroom's glass door and just leave. No, this was a mobile home we lived in two houses before our current house. The same house that made me feel afraid even when it was still in the mobile home lot.
The house was 405 Hackberry Street. It's no longer up due to the landlady dying and her family tearing down every mobile home to make room for apartment complexes. However, those five years, ranging from my 8th grade (which was the hardest year I ever had when my best friend was killed by her boyfriend) to my senior year of high school, have been the most terrifying years of my life. I'll get started.
We first moved to this house the year I was in homeschool. I was, and still am, overweight and had been diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome that year. Everyone teased me for it because I didn't have anyone to talk to, had any friends, or I was just a freak. I wished to have friends, but no one cared. It got to the point where my dad actually dragged me out of my school and transferred me to his old high school my Sophomore year. When we had moved, my cat, Midnight, loved the house and loved walking around the place. However, she refused to go past the laundry room, in the section where the master bedroom and bathroom were. She refused to get near it and actually hissed when I walked near it. Now, Midnight may have been an old cat, but she would never hiss at anyone unless I was going to be hurt or scared. She was protective of the family and would make sure no one would harm us. Being the kid that I was, I shrugged it off. Midnight was just worried, I thought. How wrong I was. One day, my parents went to Waco to get groceries and Midnight was inside the house. However, when we returned, the house was empty. Completely empty. I looked around for her and couldn't find her anywhere. My cat, the same black cat I had raised since a kitten, was gone and there was no way she could have escaped. My family was confused, but just thought she had ran off when the door opened and hadn't returned. I hoped that was the case. However, it proved not to be the case a couple weeks later.
It was my first time sleeping on my bed at the new house. Immediately, something felt off. I... Felt something climb into bed with me and I let out a gasp of shock. What was going on!? I also felt something walk on my back. Like... Little paw prints, like Midnight had. I looked around and no one was there. I eventually got to sleep, but this happened daily. It got so bad that something even opened the door and closed it when I begged it to. I became afraid of my own bedroom. I could stay in it with the lights on, but without I was terrified. I began to sleep in the living room from then on.
Now, here is the scariest part, well, for me. I was sitting in my room on a weekend, talking to my friends on deviantArt and I... Heard someone laughing loudly and playing in the living room. At first, I thought it was my little brother and I walked inside to yell at him, but he wasn't there. I heard it come from mom's room and rushed in, going to yell at him if he was keeping mom up. However, both were asleep and I heard the voice coming from the living room again, I walked out and looked around. However, no one was there. This freaked me out. It happened a month later, except someone was saying some random gibberish. I walked around and saw my brother awake, but he was being quiet. He was helping mom as one of our new kittens, this was my Freshmen year, had gotten stuck and they was helping him out. However, the voice echoed again in the living room and I looked at it. Why weren't they surprised? For the first time, I felt alone by the family and I began to act out because of it.
While I was sleeping in the living room, I couldn't actually even sleep. I would close my eyes and I'd 'see' this girl walking on the floor with solid black eyes. I wouldn't even shut my eyes for a second and even my state issued therapist couldn't help me, even after seeing the pictures of her. I had to keep the light beside my room on, the bathroom light, as I was afraid without the light, I'd be attacked again. I began sleeping with the light on and I was finally able to sleep. It was during this time, I found Midnight... Well, what remained of her. My neighbors ran to my house claiming they had found a cat skeleton with rocks lodged into her throat. I rushed out to see it and there was her corpse. I knew whatever was in my house had killed her and she was trying to protect me from it now. I knew I was in danger now. We eventually were forced to move, thankfully. We moved to the house just before this one and it was a lot calmer, though there was still some spirit activity. It was nothing compared to what it had been.
I think the last time we ever went to 405 Hackberry Street as I wanted to look around for something. What we found was my cat, Leo, who had been born in the house. He was sitting in my old computer chair and just meowed at me. I picked him up and brought him to the van. I think he was waiting there for me as he wanted me to face my fears in the house. I did and even found mom's missing diabetic testing kit.
We've moved into our newest house half-way into my brother's sixth grade year. 405 Hackberry Street has been torn down and I was given some shocking news into this year. Turns out I wasn't the only one who had experienced this paranormal activity. It was my dad as well. He had felt Midnight walking beside him. He felt the spirit climb into my bed when he slept in it, seeing as at the time, I slept in the living room. He even told me I didn't know about. He told me that a children's picture someone or something had drawn and I was able to suddenly realize. There were kids' spirits in there. They were trapped and something was with them. Something that had wanted to kill me and had already taken Midnight's life.
You can consider me insane if you want, but this has actually happened and my dad even knows about it.