I was only 8 years old when my family and I had moved into lot number 19. We had lived in the small town of Woodland Park, Colorado, a true beauty at first glance.
It was not until one night that we had discovered the true evil that lay behind the beauty of the towering mountains and swaying pines. We had moved into lot number 19 of the Coach-light Motel and RV Park, which was not the greatest decision we had ever made in our lives, but it was a place to live.
I was 8 years old and had two older sisters whom I had shared the same room with. The first few nights strange things would happen. On one particular night a music box on top of our old TV had went off by itself. Then the unforgettable began to unfold.
One evening my sisters and I were settling in to go to sleep and that's when we saw it. A tall 6 foot shadow had passed between our beds (our beds were placed on each corner of the room).
In regards to my own personal experience I had received a terrifying nightmare that felt completely real. In this dream I had woke up in the middle of the night. I felt a cold sensation around my ankles and looked down to see the hands of a corpse grabbing onto my ankles. To this day I am still unable to distinct this as a dream. In another personal experience that I believe was not a dream I had clearly seen two piercing white eyes and a white face looking at me.
I did some research after moving out and had found out that a man named Larry James Harper had shot himself in the lot above. He was apart of The Texas 7, a group of prisoners whom had escaped a maximum security prison. What is interesting about this is that the father of my sister's friend had a conversation with one of the men (I have no information on what the conversation was about).