It's me, Leslie, again with another scary experience from my dad's house. I know I told you that I would never spend another night at my father's house, but I never been more wrong. It was last Thursday September 6, of this year when my dad got sick, where we needed to help out with the cleaning, cooking, and so on. Well, I and my husband Alex, were getting ready for bed, I took a sleeping pill, so that I could get a good night sleep, so I thought.
It was exactly 3:12 a.m. when I got up gasping for air! I sat up in bed and called for Alex, who was already awake, he asked me, "what's wrong?", and I said I feel like the house is on fire. He said to me, yeah, it smells like smoke, wood burning. We jumped out of bed thinking the house was on fire. My father has a fireplace in the living room, but everything turned out to be okay.
We went back to bed talking what had just happened to us, we both felt like the room we were in was covered in smoke, it was very hard to breathe, like if the air had been sucked out! A little while later, we were calmed down enough to lay back down and try to get some sleep. Alex, having to go the bathroom, got up and went out the door, about a second later, Alex came in as white as a ghost, and was saying, there is somebody in your brother's room, they are talking, and cursing, and when he went to the door, everything stopped, no voices, nothing. He started back down the hallway to my room, where we were sleeping. If you remember, my brother was the one who would play with a ouija board quite often when he was younger, as Alex walked away from my brother's door, he was saying to himself "It's only my imagination, I don't believe in this stuff", and just then, he said he felt something grab his shoulder and push him towards my bedroom, where he screamed and yelled "something's after me, something is after me!"
By then, we all got up and wanted to know what was going on, as we were explaining to my dad about smelling the smoke and not being able to breathe, and hearing the voices. He looked at us and to my shocking surprise, said there is something evil in this house! My jaw dropped because for the longest time I have seen, felt, heard things that can't be explained, my dad always denied, or never really listened to any of it, til' now!
My dad said that not long before, things, weird things were happening, like the t.v. Going on and off by itself, the bathroom sink would turn on, he said he could hear like there was pots and pans being thrown around, and when he would go see what it was, nothing seemed to be out of place, and then he said one morning, when he went to the bathroom, which you have to pass my brother's room first, when he heard somebody calling his name, Pete, they would say and the reason I'm saying "they", is because my dad said there was more than one voice calling to him. He then started to walk towards my brother's room, the voices were getting louder and louder. He stopped in front of the door, and said "who is in here, I have a gun, so you better come out!" After a pause, he began to open the door, when he said it wouldn't open, he pushed it with all his might the door swung open, and the most awful smell in the world came out! He said it smelled like something rotten and dead, and has he reached for the light to turn on, the light bulb blew, no light! My dad at that point said he closed the door and to himself started to pray, he said he had never felt like this ever, scared and confused about the whole thing.
One of you readers said that my brother must of opened a portal if you will, from the ouija board, letting all sorts of lost souls to travel in and around our home. My dad has let a person of the church who we have known all of our lives, to go see if they could "cleanse" the house, but needless to say, I think that it will not work, and that we will continue to endure these supernatural events. I just hope in the long run, something could be done to lead them to heaven and to stop believing that "they" are still living among us, when in fact they are dead!