Far away from the place I called home. Now we are in Texas. The year is 1999 and with my parents being divorced now, my mom was the only person bringing in the money. SO, we ended up moving from a beautiful house in a suburban neighborhood and into an old house far in the country. This house was old looking. Blue. When you walked inside the long/tall hallway went straight back to the kitchen. Going up the hallway were two rooms to the left and the living room by the front door on the right and further up was my mom's room. The first time I stepped foot in the house, I already had a bad feeling. I was 15 years old and was into the scary stuff. Still remembering all the things that happened from my previous homes I had my "guard" up for any funny business.
One night after coming back from a high school football game I found that I was home alone. My mom and the rest of the family were at my uncle's house that was literally up the dirt road. I was too afraid to walk over there because of how dark it was. My ride was already gone and I was just there standing on my light-less porch. Yea, my mom forgot to turn on the front porch light before she left. So, standing there I didn't really want to go inside. What to do. "Well, at least she left the living room light on" I told myself. I unlocked the door and slowly walked in. The hallway was dark. Not one single light on in the whole house. Only in the living room was the light and TV on. For a few seconds while shutting and locking the door I stared into the dark hallway hoping not to see anything. The kitchen was dark and had an eerie look to it with the moon light just barely shining into the window above the sink. I quickly ran into the living room. I sat on the couch and reached for the phone to call my mom. But I then realized that the number list was hanging near the phone in the kitchen. There was no way in hell I was going into the kitchen. So I sat there watching TV for a while. After a few minutes I heard some music playing. I did not know where this was coming from but I did know that it was coming from down the hallway somewhere near the bedrooms. My heart jumped then stopped, at least it felt that way. Getting up from the couch I walked towards the entrance and peaked around the corner. The music was playing louder. All I could see was darkness coming at me from all corners of the house.
I decided to walk down the dark hall towards the sounds. I was trying to be a tough guy. The closer I went into the hallway I could start getting a sense of where it was coming from. It was coming from the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom I reached in and turned on the light before walking in. The radio was on and it was on the sink. I thought to myself "maybe it was on the whole time and I just now heard it?". I began to turn it off when I looked down and saw the cord unplugged from the wall, and at that instant I ran out of the bathroom and up the hallway towards the front door. As I passed my mom's room her door opened slowly but I was running to fast to really notice. It seemed like an eternity unlocking the locks. I felt like I was going to go into shock. I got the last lock undone when I heard a moan coming from the kitchen. I opened the door got out then shut slammed it behind me. I ran to the road with nowhere to go. I was 15 but still wanted to cry. I was home alone in a "haunted" house and my mom was a mile away. I stood there with my hands on my hips trying to catch my breath. It took me a few minutes to get my thoughts together I convinced myself that I was over reacting. The radio must have had batteries in it. I walked back up to the porch and sat on the steps. I sat there waiting... And waiting... And waiting.
I was lying down on my back after a few minutes. Then I hear this noise coming from inside the house. It sounded like someone walking with a pair of flip flops on. The sound was coming closer, and closer to the door. I Stood up and backed away from the porch. It got closer all the while getting louder and faster. Then it stopped. I couldn't do this anymore I thought to myself. I turned around and headed back towards the road now with a few tears in my eyes. But to my relief my mom was coming up the driveway. I ran to the car and everyone steps out. "What's the matter?" my mom asked me after seeing my face and how distraught I was. "I hate it here mom!" That's all I could say before my older sister screams out and walks back to the car in shock with her hand covering up one side of her face to not look in the direction of the house. Her eyes were wide open and her crying was held back. "What happened?!" my mom then asked her. I will never forget what she told me she told us she saw. She said that she saw three faces looking out the bedroom window at us. She described them as melted together and had these angry frowns with the eyes missing. My mom believed her. I then told her what I had experienced and after that we ended up staying at my uncles that night.
The next morning we were very nervous about going home. My older sister never came back; she stayed with family until we moved out. My youngest brother and sister didn't know about anything. And I didn't want to leave them or my mom alone so I went home to watch over them we ended up moving out a little after that. We had to move in with family until we could get another place. I believe that it was something that was trying to get me that night. Some evil strong force that forced its way into this world and did everything it could to get close to me. I believe it used the music to lure me into where it was hiding in the kitchen. If I would have stayed in that house that night I might have become possessed or something. My sister is still traumatized from that image of these faces that looked entwined together. I also later found out that my mom had experienced a negative presence in the house, and had seen quite a few things but kept her mouth shut to not worry or scare us.
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P.S. The radio did have five batteries in it. But it needed Six to work with it being unplugged...