My family and I had moved into a house in an older part of town. We were so excited to be out of an apartment and into a bigger home. We did some redecorating and painted, we were trying to cozy up the place. I was finishing my daughter's room and had asked her to come in to see. My daughter was 3 so anything pink and princess like was enough for her. However, when she entered the doorway, I noticed that she looked extremely uncomfortable. I had to ask her 3 times to come in the room. I thought maybe she had been tired and cranky so I forgot about it, gave her a snack and laid her down.
A few months had past and my daughter didn't want to sleep in her room anymore. I thought maybe it was because I had been sleeping on the couch (I was helping my brother with his paper route and had often fallen asleep on the couch) but it was not.
She finally came clean and told me there was a "dinosaur" in her room. I asked her what kind of dinosaur, and she said "a scary one" After she told me this she did not step foot in her room without someone in there with her. One night I was arguing with my husband and not thinking I had put her in her bed in the room after she had fallen asleep on the couch. I didn't want to wake her up. My husband walked out of the house to vent and I heard knocking around in my daughter's room.
I opened the door and switched on the light to find my daughter suspended in the air, about 3 feet above her bed, up against the wall and she was being restrained there. I screamed and called for my husband. Any feelings of fear went right out the window at this point, I jumped onto the bed grabbed her up and carried her out of the room.
She was hysterical, she was crying so hard it hurt her to speak. I was crying, which didn't make things better. My husband finally came into the house, I was trying to tell him what was going on but he couldn't make out what I was saying. Sitting there holding my daughter it hit me... "I can't believe this s*** is real".
I gave my daughter to my husband and went in the room. I was furious. I screamed at whatever was in there, taunting it, daring it to come out. BIG MISTAKE... Whatever was in there was pissed off. The fan had turned on by itself, the lights were flickering.
My husband came into the room, trying to figure out what was going on, and the look on his face when he entered the doorway was priceless. I looked at him he turned white and said "move now!" He pulled me out of the room, sat me on the couch and told me that when came into the room he saw something that looked like a black mist coming out of the bottom corner of the room and moving near my body.
After my daughter had calmed down for a minute, she said "mommy, thank you, that dinosaur was trying to hurt my heart".
Please don't think for a second that I looked into the history of the house or anything cliché like that... I packed my stuff and left. I was out of the house with in 3 days and in those 3 days during the move we stayed at my mother's house.
You can call me weak and cowardly, but the welfare of my child was not something I was going to sacrifice just to prove a point or reclaim the house.