a reply to: JAGStorm
My wife and I once lived in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. There was a house beside us that as we were moving in suddenly was surrounded by "crime scene"
tape. We thought about getting our deposit back but didn't know what happened and it seemed like a peaceful neighborhood, so we rolled the dice and
decided to stay.
A few months later, a nice missionary couple moved in. They had two kids and everything seemed quite normal. They started a daycare for other kids.
They didn't know what happened in the house either.
6 months or so later, things started getting odd. The couple would fight late at night, there was an occasional what we thought were physical
In the daytime, the guy started acting really odd... would no longer talk to us and started spending a lot of time in the garage out back.
There was one night where I was standing outside at 3 AM drinking a glass of wine and just winding down. There was a light in the garage.
As I watched (goosebumps on my arms right now typing this) whomever was in the garage cast a shadow on the back lawn. The shadow started spasming? or
just moving so fast side to side and up and down that I couldn't keep track of what was going on. There was no noise at all.
I went in and spent the rest of the night on the couch with my Mossburg.. just waiting till the sun came up.
When the sun came up I made sure everything was quiet, told the wife to lock the dogs in the house when she went to work and went to work myself.
When we got home the "crime scene" tape was back up. I had a few friends that were cops by this time and all they could tell me was that nobody lived
there anymore. There never was anything in the paper. The person living on the other side of the house was an old lady that had lived there forever...
when I asked her about the house she just crossed herself and closed her door.
Nobody else on the block knew what was going on either.
My landlord bought the house for so cheap he was ecstatic about it. I asked to go into the house before they came to renovate.
There was nothing in the house but a little clutter and a few personal items from the last renter.
I am considered somewhat empathic... I can pick up things sometimes. I poked around the house a bit... it just felt.. blah. Nothing bad, nothing
good.. just.. boring.
Then I walked into the master bathroom and it hit me so hard I couldn't breathe. It was like walking into a deep freezer, in my head.
I stepped back and put my arm into the doorway. I could watch the hairs on my arm raise as I put my arm into the space. Like a barrier... a huge
I tried to go in again and just couldn't... it made my eyes tear up and my teeth were clenched so hard I broke off a piece of one of my crowns.
I left and we moved soon afterwards... there was a new young couple moving in next door with a child.
I have never figured out what it was about that house and the story behind it. The only thing I found is that it changed owners every few years and
had for decades.
But whatever was in that bathroom was the worst thing I had ever felt.
I've plenty of other experiences... like another in this thread I've always tried to find anything paranormal wherever I lived and go poke around at
midnight... just to see.
So that's my scary story, which probably isn't scary at all.
Terrified me though.