This abandoned house trip took place on an even more dreary night than the previous adventure. The moon was full and it was a foggy chilly night. My friend Donnie was telling me about this abandoned house that he had previously went into with another friend, Austin. He began describing it as a big, old but nice house. Having 2 floors, a basement, and an attic.
The house was relatively still packed like the occupants had moved years and years ago but left a lot of their belongings and food and other weird and yet mysterious items. The basement was full of file cabinets and a weird and creepy like infirmary style furnace which seems to me like a morgue or something (especially with the file cabinets & medical books). There were two random holes in the wall which I've never personally seen but have had them described to me as being parallel to each other and looked like two bodies could have laid next to each other & previously had been hidden behind the brick wall (until the wall was mysteriously partially knocked down exposing the unknown ditches behind it).
The first floor still had a TV, a bench that's also a chest, a kitchen full of food, and a desk full of books and papers. I've personally never seen the upper floors of the house but from Donnie's description it had a lot of stuff like clothes and suitcases and other things & the attic had a bed with stuff piled on it which to me seems odd because what's under the pile?
Anyways, after it being described to me I decided I wanted to check it out. Coincidentally on a cold, foggy night, and most oddly there was a full moon. It was probably 11 or so at night when me and Donnie eventually decided to go. On the way to the abandoned house we started to get a little creeped out, thinking about the other abandoned house and how this night was more eerie than it was then. We felt this weird attraction to the house, I don't know why or how to explain it. It just simply felt like something wanted us there. On the way there we started to think about crazy stuff like portals to Hell & just over thinking how creepy it was, like thinking about what we would do if we went in the house and got locked in by the doors slamming shut behind us and really just over thinking it.
We finally arrived at the long grown-up, narrow driveway which in itself was already creepy. The fog was so thick you could barely see 50ft in front of you. The fields surrounding the house looking as if they were almost glowing because the fog was so thick and white.
We made our way up the long narrow driveway and made it to the backside of the house. I had a sense of someone watching me but was so intrigued at how astonishingly creepy yet beautiful this house was. We made our way to the back porch were the doors were oddly already opened as if someone just invited us in.
We made our way onto the porch and started going into the front door when suddenly, out of complete nowhere something ran at us with devastating force. The only logical way I can describe it is something came at us so hard and with heavy loud banging and crashing sounds that it sounded like it had to be the size of a bear. The speed of which this unknown creature charged us as fast as a cheetah. So big as a bear and fast as a cheetah. The sounds were so loud that it sounded like everything in the room had been lifted and thrown and tables, chairs, papers and just everything in the room being thrown around like a hurricane forced wind had just blown through. The speed of which this creature moved is highly intriguing because it moved from the whole other side of the house to right beside us in the blink of an eye.
I, out of instinct ran as fast as I could. Leaving Donnie behind and looking as I was about halfway down the driveway expecting something to be behind him. At this moment I thought, well this is it. It's time to fight for my life, something came at us and it meant to hurt us. The only thing I could do was try to think of a logical explanation. The only somewhat logical explanation I could think of was that it was a coyote because I figured no other animal would have charged at us like that. I also didn't think about how loud and big it sounded. I just tried to make a logical explanation and didn't want to think of it as being super natural. I decided well I'm going back, if it was a coyote I would beat it with a fence-post that I had found in the driveway. Donnie was quite hesitant but as I made my way towards the house he followed.
We walked into the house still in shock and creeped out, and ventured into the kitchen, then to the hallway, then to the living room where there were open bibles placed directly in the middle of the floor. The hallway was where the basement steps were located. Donnie looked as if he was puzzled that the basement door was also opened like once again something wanted us to come in. There was a sticky note beside the door that wasn't there the last time Donnie came and which was odd because the note was old (you could tell by the aging and discoloration). The handwriting on the note was in small sloppy cursive which looked to be doctors handwriting. The only parts I could make out was stairs, right, and please. Which was creepy in itself, being that the file cabinets were located at the right of the steps.
Donnie and I came to the assumption that maybe something bad had taken place here and the answers were in the file cabinets and something wanted us to find out, while something also didn't want us there. It seemed like something bad had happened and maybe a body was burned in the furnace and the filing cabinets may have medical files or maybe even murder weapons I don't know but that's our assumption.
Still creeped out we decided to leave and on the way out I visioned someone behind me, not physically but mentally envisioned a man. Tall in stature, grey-ish beard and grey-ish hair, long sleeve darkish blue striped shirt, and jeans. He was standing there on the back porch just watching us leave. He stood there motionless, expressionless and had a blank slightly disturbing look on his face, he looked kind of mad. I didn't say anything to Donnie until we had gotten back to his house. When I told him, he looked at me in disbelief and said "there's no way! There's a picture in the attic of a man exactly like you described even the clothes". I turned around, creeped out, and said "dude there's no way". I was in disbelief because there's no way I just imagined a man so vividly out of nowhere and it actually being a former occupant of the house. Who was this guy? Was he good or bad? No one knows but I'm still in disbelief because it's crazy.
When I was younger, maybe 4 or 5 I dreamt that my grandmother had passed away. In my dream she was wearing a burgundy maybe maroon night-robe. She was in the bathroom and had a heart attack and fell and hit her head on the toilet. I woken up the next morning to my mother telling me that my grandma passed away and as creepy as it was I already knew. I asked my aunt only several years back if she had a burgundy/maroon gown and it turns out she was wearing it the day she passed away. It gives me chills thinking about it because when the doctors found her she had blood coming from her ears and the doctors couldn't determine why when in my dream she hit her head on the toilet. So I'm the only one who knows exactly how she died. The creepy thing is, I've never really seen the inside of my grandmas house yet in my dream everything was placed perfectly with where it really was. Gives me chills thinking about it. It's hard to believe your mind can picture something so vividly and be so precise to reality. I never would have thought I'd imagine something so vivid after that dream until the night I saw that man. His face still haunts me to this day and I can still see it perfectly.