by ILL GREEN » Tue Feb 18, 2014 4:20 am
When I was a kid, I grew up in a house that was built in 1896. The most strangest and creepiest experience of my childhood.
First thing that happened was I woke up around 5:30am. I walked to the bathroom and while brushing my teeth, I saw my dog's bowl moving toward me. I looked once, huh, looked twice, yup its moving. I ran out of there yelling and I got scolded by my father who was upset that I ran screaming. I tried to explain but they say it was probably a mouse.
A week later, my parents leave me home alone to guard the house. I heard some noises so not to upset my father I decided to man up and said to the air "I know you're there, you don't scare me anymore!" Then thats when I heard footsteps coming downstairs toward me so I jetted to the living room and buried myself under the pillows of the couch. When I peaked I saw the painting on the wall shaking and jittering. I prayed and it was quiet after that but I never told my pops about it.
I had a stuffed doll of My Pet Monster which was my favorite Christmas gift. Every night before bed I placed him on his chair in the corner of my room. In the mornings, I noticed that he always was in a slight disposition than what I had him in the night before. I didn't think nothing of it because I figured it probably moved a bit during the night due to its weight. Monster was around ten pounds. One night, same routine of placing Monster on the chair and then going to bed. I woke up from a nightmare and upon opening my eyes I see this doll climbing on the side of my bed. I didn't yell but I was startled. I stood up on my bed and can see his feet on the floor and his hands trying to grasp a firm grip on the mattress. I grabbed the doll and threw him onhis chair. That was the last time because the doll never moved again.
In broad daylight, my parents and relatives were over for a bbq. My father sees what he describes to be a native indian dressed in white. My father, thinking it was an intruder, went to meet the subject but when he and my cousins went to confront it, it disappeared before their eyes. To this day they still talk about it. And finally my father acknowledges my claims after that.
In that house, I dreamt of the devil many times. Chasing me, speaking in tongues and wanting to harm me. Those dreams happened far too often.
The house is still erected and new family lives there now, I tried to speak to the owners but they looked at me like I was crazy so we never exchanged stories. But I know they saw. . .things.
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