Looking for the Creature
We walked to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of large knives from the kitchen drawer, then entered the hallway that was next to the kitchen. This was a single-bedroom apartment. We were in the living room, and next to us was the small walk-in kitchen. Next to that was the short hallway that led to the only other room in the apartment - my brother's bedroom, which to our even greater shock now had a closed door. Why was this so frightening to us? The door was one that swung out into the hallway and into a corner rather than swinging into the bedroom. That door was always left open into the hall, and it also had a 350-pound rowing machine standing upright against it. My stepbrother never closed it and never moved the rowing machine for over a year, from what I had later learned.
We were very scared now as we crept closer to the door. I grabbed the handle and immediately heard a very distinct groan come from the room, followed by a dragging sound. We crashed the door open, flashlights and knives ready! Vic flicked on the light switch. This was a small room, as you might imagine, with a small bathroom. We closed the door behind us and searched the room and the bathroom. We searched the closet, under the bed, even the shower. There was nothing. The windows were the type that raise and latch at the center. Both of the windows were closed and latched. The door was closed, so anything that might have been in there after we entered had no way out. We stood there in horror - in shock!
The Blackout... and the Memory
In the next moment, we both suddenly felt very tired and - inexplicably - completely uninterested in anything that had just happened. We laid back down where we had been before and fell asleep right away.
The next day we were to have no memory of any of this. As a matter of fact, it was perhaps by chance that we were to remember at all.It happened to be about two weeks later. We had lunch with an English philosopher we knew who was well known in Hawaii. As we talked to him, he began to speak of visions he had had of spirits in the past few weeks. Suddenly from across the table, Vic looked at me and I looked at him... we both knew, we both instantly remembered the ghastly image that had visited us that night. For the first time in two weeks, we remembered everything. We spoke at length about the experience for several weeks that followed, but we had no answers, no conclusions. Nor did either one of us ever have any other unexplained encounters with anything that might be called "otherworldly."
It was an experience that changed both of us forever. I have had a lot of health problems ever since: bizarre illnesses that doctors have had no idea of what they are have plagued me for the past 18 years. Somehow I can't shake from my mind the possibility that the incident that we had been through and the illnesses that I have suffered are somehow related.
Comments: Was it all just a dream induced by a late-night horror movie? Or didthe filmhelp open Ted and Vic's unconscious to another reality? What's interesting about this story is that Ted and Vic shared a "dream" of the same creature about to attack them. Notable too is the physical evidence: the open doors and the sound of the "distant groan." It's another strange tale we can file in the ever-growing casebook of mysterious shadow people.
