I have lived, in my opinion, an unordinary life. If you have read my other story Visitor in the Dark, you know that I have bounced from place to place. I can't stand the ordinary! After I moved in with my father at the age of 17, he and his family had just moved from a home in Tremoton Utah to my father's home town of Kamas Utah. We moved into "Afton Brimhall's House". This is the first time that I had lived in a home that had its own name. Afton Brimhall was a good friend of my father's and grandmother's. He and his wife passed on before I had met either of them. Afton and his wife both died within the home, which at the time did not bother me. Death by this time was something that I had excepted and was more comfortable with than some. When we walked in for the first time, my step mom (and best friend) turned to my dad and told him that she couldn't live there. She said that she felt like she was unwanted in the house. I felt nothing. My step mother could not sleep when my dad was away on business, and by this time, I was beginning to feel unwanted as well. My step mom and I decided to just stick together and not let whatever was in our home bother us.
About a month later, business started to slow down and my dad started to spend more and more time at home. As soon as he began spending more time at home, the feelings began to become actions against us. At this time, not only was I experiencing problems with the presence in our home, but I was also dealing with a can of worms that I had opened at my friend's home in south jordan (look to visitor in the dark). The attacks in our home began with my step mom and then extended to me. The most terrifying of all these experiences was on my step mom's birthday. We went to dinner at trolly square, together as a family, and to temple square to hear the choir sing. When we came home that night and separated to our rooms, I began to notice that the usual feeling of being watched in my room was gone. I didn't know if I should be relieved or concerned. Just than, all the lights in the house flickered and went out, when they came back on, every electronic device in our home activated. At first we thought that maybe it was a power surge. But than it became evident that it was not. We turned off all of our electronic devices, at which point my little sisters were too scared to go to bed. My two sisters shared a room next to mine. So of course, being the wonderful sister that I am, I walked them back to bed. Once in my room, my stereo turned on and began to play one of my favorite songs at the time. Now, naturally I would not be bothered except for the fact that the song, I believe, was a warning. The band that plays this song is CKY and the song title is Escape From Hellveiw. This bothered me. Though I love the song, the message was clear. I quickly turned off my stereo and stayed in my room feeling if I left in a panic it would scare my sisters.
After a few minutes, the stereo downstairs began to play, volume up all the way, the song that I just turned off. My sisters and I met at the stairs and looked down the banister at the living room where the stereo was. My dad burst out of his room furious. He began screaming Aftons name. This scared me! He began ranting about how Afton had destroyed a good night and upset his family. I have seen my dad upset and can tell you from experience, you don't want him mad at you! So naturally my sisters and I sat quietly listening to him rant trying not give away our position to my dad. Once he was done yelling, he went to bed. Now the thing that bothered me the most was the fact that it never happened again while my dad was at home. I believe that Afton respected my dad enough to not attack us while he was home.
One year later my step mom had had enough so we moved again. I have never been back to that house and never wish to return.