Date: Various. Circa 1998-1999
Before you read this, I just wanted to say that given the title of this entry, I hate for this to sound like some sort of cliche title of a horror movie. However, the title is indeed very fitting, and the story will speak for itself.
My house has had a lot of paranormal activity pretty much ever since it was built back in 1984, a year before I was born. The activity was never really consistent and would come and go over the years. However, the peak of the activity took place in 1998, especially. I can't remember an actual starting point as it just sort of gradually became prominent, but I would probably say around March or April of that year. To this day we (my family and I) are not really sure what it was all about or WHO's spirit it was for that matter, but it sure put us through a lot. Given the time frame, I'm willing to bet that the activity I experienced in my bedroom a few months prior (please refer to the my other entry, "Strange Noise on the Bottom Bunk") is connected to the activity I'm going to relate in this entry. Proceeding with the story now...
Around March or April 1998 we became aware that the master bedroom would frequently have this very odd feeling to it. It's quite hard to describe but it's like the room would always have this stillness, as if there was no sort of life or feeling in the air. In other words, it just felt "Dead". Gradually it would get to the point that upon entering the room it would be pure ice cold and there was this strong sense of dread as if there was someone that had pure hatred directed towards you. There were times where the feeling would be so intense that it felt like it was just the pure emotion of hatred itself manifested. It just did not feel right at all and there was always the feeling of urgency to run out. At other times it just felt "weird" in an indescribable sort of way.
It got to the point where we couldn't even go in there at all, and my parents eventually moved out of the room altogether and started to sleep in the den. They had to leave the door closed always and if they needed something out of the room they had to go in there and get it as quickly as possible then leave out. Occasionally my dad and I would open the door briefly just to check the room. Most of the time it was alright and felt safe to spend some time in there, but there were times when the feeling would come back and it was just too overwhelming.
During this same time frame, I can remember vividly, we would often feel a cold spot slowly moving through the house. We would take notice of it and thought it was a draft at first, but even if the air conditioner was turned on it wouldn't send any breeze through the house like that. This cold spot always had an odd vibe to it. It was very slow moving for one thing, it felt ice cold just like the room did, and there was always a presence as if it were a person. We would feel it often and it got to the point where we would sometimes follow it around the house just to see where it was going. We noticed that it would seem to come out of the master bedroom and would slowly move down the hallway, into the kitchen, then out into the living room and den, then it would just slowly fade off. I'm not even going to lie, everyone was a bit freaked out by that. Just imagine how it felt for us to be in the house and we would feel something lurking around like that...I'm getting goosebumps just thinking back on it.
My kid sister had a Dachshund puppy that we had just got at the time, and it would always seem to bark and whimper at "something" that we couldn't see, but we could most definitely feel it. The dog wouldn't even go near the master bedroom sometimes.
I should add too that it was really hard having to go to school with this sort of thing on my mind all day, with the addition of having to focus on schoolwork as well as dealing with stress from peers. Things just got very difficult during this time and my performance in school gradually plummeted. My teachers were becoming concerned about me and was asking what was wrong. Also, some of my peers began to take notice that I would always come to school looking scared or upset about something, but what was I to say? I definitely couldn't tell them about what was happening at home. Imagine going to school having just experienced something crazy the night before or being afraid to come home from school because you didn't know what to expect. It was all becoming very overwhelming.
Time went on and the activity gradually calmed, but we would occasionally feel something odd here and there. My parents never completely moved back in the master bedroom though. However, I ended up moving in it because I was getting older and I needed the personal space away from my siblings. I also got tired of them being so noisy while I was trying to sleep.
Upon moving into the bedroom the experiences from before was always in the back of my mind, but for a while the bedroom felt fine and nothing out of the ordinary happened. However, years later there would be the occasional occurrence, like feeling a slight cold spot, hearing little noises around the room, and other little odd things.
There would be many of nights where I would be lying down and it never seemed to fail that upon dozing off I would always hear a noise in the room, like a little popping sound for instance. Now, logic will tell one that a house is going to pop under normal circumstances such as when the house is settling, but these sounds only happened when I was trying to doze off and it would always wake me up. It's like something was deliberately trying to annoy me and every night I could always expect it to happen. The only times it wouldn't do that was when I slept with the TV on.
Additionally, there would be many of nights where I couldn't sleep in peace because there was always this feeling of someone in the room. Sometimes I would jump up out of my sleep because of it. It got so bad at times that I had to go out into the living room and sleep on the couch, and upon doing so I wouldn't have any trouble sleeping or have any strange feelings.
It took years but over time the activity ceased altogether.