It was Easter of 2006 and I went to Calgary Canada to visit my parents and little brother. I used to live in Calgary, but moved to Los Angeles with my girlfriend when I turned 19. A month before my girlfriend and I drove up to Calgary for the Easter weekend, my parents and brother moved to a new place, a little closer to the city center. This is an older area of the city, not my favorite part of town, but it's a little more affordable I guess.
I remember every weekend talking to my brother, Chris, and he would always say that he hated the vibe he would get every time he would come home from school and had to be home alone. He described a few of the events that take place, like lights turning off and on, and the cat hissing at what appeared to be nothing.
Well, he was right... The house was a little messed up. The minute my girlfriend and I walked in the door, we felt very uneasy. It felt like we were walking into a very angry environment.
Just before dinner we were all sitting in the family room, enjoying some drinks and catching up on everything, when I noticed the cat pacing back and forth, stopping occasionally to look at the basement door that was left open about an inch or so. After a while the cat got a little closer to the door and started hissing and growling, hackles standing straight up. Chris grabbed the cat and brought it into the family room with us. The cat sat on his lap and kept his eye on the basement door.
I think a half hour passed when we heard a loud SLAM! The cat booked it out of the room and upstairs. I whipped around and looked towards where the sound had come from and noticed that the basement door was closed.
Chris pointed at the door and looked at me and said "See? I told you this place was F***** up!" Then I remembered that Chris spends a lot of his time home alone... This would definitely be pretty spooky if it was an everyday thing.
The events that followed later that night were also quite eventful. My girlfriend and I were exhausted from our drive so we decided to go to bed. I woke up around 2:30am and noticed Geri (My girlfriend) wasn't in bed. I got up to use the bathroom where I found Geri, with her face in the toilet bowl. I asked her if she was alright. She replied "Yes" then asked me if I "Could smell that..."
Confused, I asked her what she was talking about.
She said "That rotten smell. It's like... Rotting meat or garbage or something..."
I told her I didn't smell anything, and I waited with her until she was able to go back to bed.
After we crawled back into bed we heard the cat scurry up the stairs, followed by a prolonged creaking sound. Geri and I both looked at each other for a moment, and then we heard a loud SLAM! We could hear footsteps on the main floor, and I began to smell the faint odor of rotting meat. Geri could also smell it. The footsteps made their way up the stairs and the smell got worse.
I remember looking over at Geri and she had vomited on the comforter. When the footsteps reached the top of the stairs the "thing" began to pass by our room. Geri claims she saw a large black figure pass by... I didn't see anything.
When the "thing" got to the end of the hall we heard Chris yell "Oh Hell no! I'm getting so F***ing sick and tired of this S***!"
Of course, the entire house was awake and everyone rushed to Chris's room. He was out of bed, he looked very disoriented and as pale as could be. It was at this point everyone in the house began feeling uncomfortable. Then there was a scraping sound that made its way back down the hall, down the stairs, and into the basement... Followed by yet another slam of the door.
The family agreed we would go to a motel for the night. Chris looked around for the cat for about 20 minutes while everyone got dressed and ready to go and couldn't find him. Dad told him he'll be fine until morning. So we all got in the van and left... When we returned in the morning the house was filled with a disgusting odor...
We packed up as fast as we could and loaded everything into a Uhaul. My family came back down to Cali with us, they lived with us for about a month until they found a little house on the beach. My brother is living with Geri and I...and yes we found the cat, he's here safe and sound... For now, my rotweiler Harley doesn't care for him too much.