Several years ago I bought a small house for my 8 year old son and myself. We were so happy to finally have a place of our own. The first evening we moved in we were both busy getting our bedrooms ready for us to go to bed. It had been a very long day and we were both tired.
I was just about finished with my bedroom. Just one more box and the room would be ready for my first nights sleep in our new home. Suddenly, I saw a man walk quickly past my door and down the hall. I ran to see who it was! He had come out of my little boys' bedroom! When I got to my bedrooms doorway I turned my head to look in the direction the man had gone. He was standing at the end of the hall and quickly turned onto the entry hall. I ran down the hall and by the time I got to the end of the hall he had disappeared. I didn't hear the door locks or the sound of the heavy front door open and close.
My son comes out of his bedroom and asks me, "Mom, who was that?" He had seen him too! I didn't want him to be afraid of our new home so I made up some story about us being tired and letting our imagination run wild. Lee was young and he went along with my explanation.
If, only that had been the end of it or the worst of it! We had settled in after a week or so and things were going great. Lee had made a couple of friends that lived across the street. He was happy, I was happy.
As a house warming present, Lee's Uncle Jay had bought him a puppy. She was a beautiful mixed breed pup. When Rosie, the pup, got a few months older she began to react weirdly. Rosie would refuse to walk down the hall where all the bedrooms were located. She would sit and look down that hall and bark. No amount of coaxing from Lee would make her go down that hall.
By this time, Lee and I were noticing other things that were happening around the house. We would hear strange noises, see movement from the corner of our eyes.
The big rage for kids was making cross necklaces out of plastic beads. Lee had made several and I was running out of places to hang them. So, I began to hang them on the doorknobs. At night I could hear someone or something playing with the cross necklace I had hung on my bedroom doorknob. I would jump out of bed and jerk the door open to try and catch who was messing with it. No one would be there! This happened constantly. Lee began to tell me that he could hear voices in his room at night.
I guess I should have mentioned that his bedroom walls had been painted black with brightly colored, strange symbols and figures by the previous owners. We had just painted over it in Lees favorite color.
I was beginning to wonder if the figures and symbols had meant something. Something evil and menacing. Lee started to have bad dreams and was very much afraid to sleep in his room. He had never behaved this way. Lee had always been very independent and loved having his own space.
I didn't know what to do! A mothers number one job is to keep her children safe. I have always been a believer in God and believe in prayer. I confided in a friend and she asked her minister to come and bless the house.
Things became ever so much worse after that! I would no longer allow my little boy to sleep in that bedroom. I had him sleeping with me. The noises continued. The beaded cross necklaces were being played with. You could hear the long fingernails scraping against the door as it toyed with the cross.
One beautiful summer night Lee and I are getting ready for bed. It's a beautiful night. I have the windows open in our bedroom. We say our prayers and I kiss my boy goodnight. I turn on my right side to fall asleep. After just a few minutes, I notice the room is filling with smoke or fog. I blink quickly to clear my vision. The fog fills the room. I feel my son's body stiffen.
I turn over on my left side to see what was going on with him. In the doorway, to the bedroom, is this tall, black figure that looks much like the grim ripper. I'm horrified! My son is literally scared stiff. The black figure is hooded, no face or hands. Just blackness. The fog swirls around it. This hooded figure glides around the side of the bed and around to the foot of the bed. It stops at my child's feet and begins to play with his feet.
My brain is stunned. I begin to pray the Lords Prayer. I pled the blood of Jesus. I'm praying all the prayers I can remember! This thing stops playing with my babies feet. It suddenly vanishes with a downward motion and behind it goes the fog. It was so surreal. Lee and I are both shaking uncontrollably. I call my mother and tell her the events of the night.
She insists we pack up some things and go stay with her. Thank goodness for moms! We never return to that house, ever! I hire movers to move everything out. The house sells in a few weeks. I won't even drive by it.
To this day, my now big and strong son, that is in law enforcement, refuses to even talk about our experience. We will never, ever forget what we saw and heard in that house, in that Spookville.
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I never thought about the figures painted on my son's bedroom walls as a repellent.
Everything I stated in my story is true. I wrote this story to finally get it off my chest not to gain approval from anyone. Sorry if some of you think it's "made-up."
Thank you,
Jeani