I moved to a small town at the age of 15. My mother had remarried to a very great man. Relocating in the middle of my sophomore year in high school was traumatic to say the least. A new town, new school, new job and the dreaded new "house", at 411 Clarke Street. Mind you, I lived in very small house, before moving into a two story brick house. This was "great" I thought, I finally got to have my own bedroom.
I picked the center bedroom upstairs between my sister's room to the right and my parent's bedroom to the left. My brother slept downstairs. We moved into this house in the middle of December in 1983. A large two story brick house, with four bedrooms, a living room, kitchen and 1 1/2 baths and basement.
When you walked in the front door you entered into the largest room in the house, the living room. At the south end of the living room was a closet, for storage. Although at this time of the year it was extremely cold outside, this closet was the coldest room in this house. This room remained freezing cold all year long. This type of cold, was a bone chilling, cold. I can still feel the sensation from that room after moving out over 20 years ago.
I remember my room, with plain tan paneled walls, and a single window and closet that connected mine and my sister's rooms together. Boring for the most. My bedroom was located upstairs, in the center of the house.
It was the summer of 1984, I had a black and white T.V., I can remember it was a Friday night, I had stayed home. Many of the kid's in our hometown always partied on the weekends. I chose to stay home this particular weekend. I can remember this quite vividly, because my Mom would get after me to "quit sleeping all the time" and "go out and do something"!
I had fallen asleep with the light off in my room, watching MTV. I remember the light from the T.V., was quite bright as my room was the smallest bedroom in the house. The video playing on the T.V., was "Sister Christian" by NIGHTRANGER. I was awoken for some unknown reason. At this time I remember opening my eyes. I could not breathe, I could not move. Looming over my bed was the darkest, most massive, black unknown form, I ever encountered. I remember the air in the room was like a vacuum, there wasn't any air. I could not catch my breath. My body felt like it was strapped down on this bed. I knew at this time that I needed to move and, move fast.
I made myself set up in bed. I turned to the right setting on the edge of the bed, and began to have projectile vomiting of something red. Mind you, I had not had anything to eat, or drink that day before going bed, that had any type of red food coloring in it.
By this time, I was screaming and my MOM had ran in the room just "freaking out", wandering what was wrong with me. So, I had tried to explain my story to her. "This woman", if you can believe it, discounted my story and accused me of sneaking out of the house and going out to get drunk with my friend's.
Much to her dismay I had not left the house. My Sister was a witness for me on this, as she had been out that Friday night. I never slept in that room again. I moved to the bedroom downstairs the next day. I never even entered that room again. I graduated in 1986 and moved away.
Many strange occurrences continued to happen inside this home until I moved away in 1986. The house still remains there, although it has deteriorated some. Many stories from different people who weren't even born at that time, continue to come from this house.
I have moved back to the area and, my local beauty salon is next door. Each time I go to have my hair cut, I always look up to that bedroom window.
My beautician has told me a disturbing fact. When the town was founded, the local cemetery once existed where these houses now stand. The cemetery has since been excavated and all graves relocated outside of town. My old house and, my beauticians house set right in this general location.