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August 2005 – Page 9

Something Upstairs
by Danielle

When I was around five years old ('82), I lived with my mother and stepfather in an old two-story house we rented from an elderly lady. We were not to use the upstairs because she still had her deceased husband's belongings up there, so she kept the door shut and locked. The downstairs had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a foyer, a "great room," living room and kitchen. When you entered the house through the front door, straight ahead was the staircase, to the left of the staircase was my mom's room, then the bathroom, then behind the staircase was my room.

I loved to play alone with my dolls in my bedroom, mostly in the closet, which was directly under the stairs. There was a small door inside the closet that was locked, but I was always curious as to what was in it. I loved that closet so much, I would sleep in it at times!

On several different occasions, my mom told me she would be in the living room or kitchen on the other side of the house and she could hear me talking to someone. When she would come around the corner, I would be standing at the foot of the stairs looking up at the door talking. She said she would ask me who I was talking to, and my response was always "the man upstairs."

I don't remember ever talking to someone, but I do remember my mom and stepdad had to go upstairs one day to get something down for the lady... they had never been up there before, and neither had I, but when we walked up the steps, I knew where everything was. I knew which room the item was in they were looking for, and I could even tell my mother what was in the other rooms! This unnerved her VERY much!

But the thing that made her upset enough to move out of the house happened around Christmas of that year. I remember hearing the sound of a door opening, so I turned to look to see if mom was checking on me, but the door was closed. The only other door was the one in the closet (the closet itself didn't have a door on it). I peeked over my bed and it was open! I turned over and put the covers up over my head and closed my eyes. All of a sudden, I heard something behind me breathing very hard and then it hit me in the back! I screamed as loud as I could for my mom. When she came in the door was closed again. I told her what happened and she looked at my back. Dead in the center was a big red spot, which later turned into a bruise. About a week later we moved out!

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