Finally finished reading all 45 pages, and am now too tired to write any of the stories I recalled of my own experiences during the reading of the
thread. So for now, I'll snag one I wrote some months ago for a different ATS thread and paste it here. Later, after I get some sleep, I will come
back and add the others I thought of.
A friend of mine assisted his blind grandmother in locating and purchasing a house. The place was around fifty years old, in excellent condition, and
had a long list of previous owners. We never could find if there was a single reason for so much turnover of ownership, but people rarely seemed to
live there long. If the place was "haunted" it was of a benign variety, I admit the house was overly noisy at night and there were frequent odd drafts
or puffs of air that were noticeably different in temperature(both hot and cold) than the surrounding still air, but given the house's age those
things were easy to discount in theory, if not in practice.
There was, however, this painting in the attic. My friend told me about it one night when we stayed over after dinner and were watching a movie on the
TV in the room set aside for him by his grandmother. I commented on the various soft noises coming from the ceiling, saying we should set some traps
or get some poison or otherwise dispose of what sounded like a rodent infestation in the attic; an old blind lady could not possibly be at ease in a
house full of rats or mice that she can hear but not see. After a brief silence, my friend stated flatly that there was nothing "of concern" in the
The way his face and voice went to MIB Neutral when saying this naturally peaked my interest. I bugged him about it for a few minutes, finally he told
me that shortly after purchasing the place, he had checked the attic space to see if it would be suitable for long term storage of stuff his
grandmother didn't necessarily use but didn't want to throw away. When he went up there, he found a large, cavernous space, dry and unremarkable, very
much suited to long term storage. It was completely empty except for one thing: leaning against a vertical support and just out of arm's reach from
the trapdoor entry, there was a mid-sized painting of the head and upper torso of a young girl.
The painting was in no way sinister or otherwise "creepy looking." My friend said he remembered thinking it was a little strange; mainly because it
was just so unexpected. People abandon boxes of junk in attics, not paintings of pretty young girls. Only later did it occur to him that, seeing as
how the attic was totally empty aside from the painting, either a)The painting had been the only thing stored up there, which is strange, or b)There
had been other stuff stored up there and subsequently removed, and the painting had been purposefully left behind, because it could hardly be missed
by accident, which is also strange.
When he told his grandmother of his find, she immediately recommended they get rid of it. He told me she said "Little girls ought not be left in the
dark," but neither should they keep something so intimately personal as a hand-painted portrait that had been abandoned for unknown reasons. My
friend, reluctant to actually personally destroy the painting, put it out on the curb next to the trash, leaning up and set face-out, hoping maybe
some passerby would take it instead of the guys in the smelly truck. Either way, trash day came and went, and several weeks went by and he forgot all
about the painting.
Until one day his grandmother told him there were several boxes in her room that she had made ready for storage in the attic. When he brought the
first of them up the ladder and through the trapdoor, he saw the painting leaning in its spot against the upright, facing him.
I'm sure you all saw that coming. I did too when he was telling me the story. I was still fascinated, however, and I asked him what he did then, and
where was the painting now?
"I tried a couple more times to get rid of it. The last time, I took it to the park, folded it into one of the little BBQ grills they have there, and
set it on fire. I watched it burn to ash. The next time I went up there for grandma, it was there again." He paused, then said, "Now, when she asks me
to get something from the attic, or put something there, the place I actually go is the little shed in the back yard."
A bit more Q&A revealed that nothing actually scary or menacing or potentially dangerous had occurred; despite being repeatedly thrown away and even
burned, whatever was behind this phenomenon had not turned mean. My friend's fear or aversion was based purely on the weird-factor; paintings that
don't stay thrown away are to be avoided. I pointed this out to him and thereby convinced him to let me go up there and have a look at it myself.
(continues in next post)
edit on 9/2/2011 by Tsurugi because: BBCode