I grew up in a town called Austin, when I was a kid my aunt used to watch me after school along with her son and my little brother. We were the typical trouble making kids who always went out on our little adventures but there was something horribly wrong with not just my aunts house, but the whole neighborhood. I remember this like it happened earlier today and I will never forget the things that happened to us back then.
The start of everything was my younger cousin mike telling me and my little brother about this woman he called "mommy ego" and how she would follow him wherever we went, I used to think it was all made up and that he just wanted attention. One day we were all watching TV after school, my aunt had gone out to do something, she was super proactive in the schools and all. A commercial for one of those sink attachable water filters came on and a woman asked "would you like a refreshing glass of water?" as soon as that question had been asked, every sink in the house turned on all the way, cupboards flung open and that was it.
Needless to say we were totally bewildered, mike just sat there like it was nothing out of the ordinary. I got up and turned the sink off in the kitchen, walked into the bathroom to turn the sink off in there too. When I looked up I noticed the small barred window, there were snakes (at least 10) winding around the bars, sliding up the glass as if they were trying to get in. I freaked out and called mikes dad. He told us to stay inside as he went to the side of the house with a garden hoe and killed the snakes. Eventually my mom came over to pick me and my brother up and that was the end of the day.
Sometime later, the 3 of us were out and about in the neighborhood, exploring the creek that was near by. One of our favorite places to go was the bridge that crossed over the creek, there were dozens of mexican free tail bats that lived under there and it was fun for us to go down there and try and look at them. The smell was horrible, as we slid down the cement drainage ramp down into the clearing the water makes when the creek floods, we saw something dart off into some of the bushes on the other side of the bridge (under where all the bats were), we were curious so we ran along the water line under the bridge, terrified that a bat would bite one of us so we were definitely in a hurry.
As we went further down the creek into a brushy area that seemed very out of sight from the road, we noticed something in the water. It was a dead lamb, well the skeleton of one anyway... Inside its ribcage there was a snake coiled up under water, it was so strange. We freaked out and ran back home.
This is where it starts to get serious. One weekend we had come over to spend the night, mikes older sisters were in charge of baby sitting us, we were in the age area of about 11-13. Everything was normal until around bedtime. Mike said something about "mommy ego" being mad at him. We shrugged it off as usual. At about 2am we heard a scratching noise from the other side of the bedroom door. They were very slow and deep sounding. We were all huddled up in the same room on some bunk beds, when the scratching noises started getting louder we all got up on the top bunk together. The scratching stopped and for a minute I was relieved until we heard the soft voice of a woman, it was distorted and hard to understand what she was saying, it almost sounded like she was singing a lullaby. We were dead quiet trying to listen to what was happening with the occasional whisper from one of us asking "what did she say?" or something like that.
The cabinets in the kitchen started opening in closing, we could hear the dishes falling to the floor and then we suddenly heard mike sisters screaming, we all ran out of his room across the hall into his sisters' room where they were both hiding in bed. At this point we were all scared and didn't know what to do. The closet doors in the bedrooms started opening and closing over and over just like the cabinets in the kitchen were, the lights were blinking on and off, along with the tvs, the water turning on and off and everything seemed to be out of control.
Since the doors in the girls room were being insane we didn't stay in there long, we all ran into the living room, we were all terrified. We all got on the couch together, threw blankets over our heads and just sat there. All the door slamming and what not stopped, it was somewhat quiet again so we got up and looked around as a group. Mikes bedroom door had deep gashes in it, like someone had taken a chisel to it and carved out the door along the grain, wood chips were everywhere. They were long flimsy strips of wood at least a foot long, it was unexplainable. The house was a total wreck from things falling out of cabinets, and off shelves, however, we came to notice nothing in mikes room had moved an inch save the carvings into the door, so we all piled up in there for the night.
Before we got ready to try and go back to sleep we decided to let the dog in to "protect" us, her name was lucky, she was a big white lab. We locked ourselves in mikes room and just as we were settling down with some movie on his little TV the power went out. Everything was quiet again. We heard the woman's voice coming from outside the door accompanied by what sounded like foot steps, every so often we would hear a thump, getting louder and louder as it got closer to the outside of the bedroom. Terrified we all sat curled up side by side watching the door. The scratching started briefly then stopped. Lucky started to wimper and she crawled under the bed which did nothing to boost our confidence. The door knob started to jiggle gently and then more violently in what seemed to be frustration, something started pounding on the other side of the door as the door knob shook more and more. Suddenly the door flung wide open, so hard the door knob punched a hole in the wall, then everything was still. It had stopped.
We all said a prayer, closed the door and eventually fell back asleep. This was not the only incident at this house OR one of the areas in the surrounding neighborhood. Frankly I get the chills recalling the memories, and writing them creeps me out. I enjoy hearing other experiences knowing I'm not totally insane.
We got blamed by her parents for what had happened to the house, and to this day that house still gets brought up every now and then when we see each other. I have many other stories about what has happened in that area as well as some of the other places I have visited. I recently went back (as an adult) to revisit my childhood stomping grounds. No one lives in that house and it looks just as demented and creepy as it did back then. I revisited the creek, the bridge, and some other places that I will write about later.
Maybe ill write about my reunion with that place next time, but for now I can surely say that the eerie feeling I get when I'm there hasn't changed a bit.