Your True Tales
June 2006 – Page 13

Shadow Wall-Climber
by Tomme Dale

1991 was my senior year in high school, and I had just moved back to my parents place, and lived with my uncle who had just put a trailer on my parents' land. My uncle and I had a mutual friend named Chris. He had brought over a Ouija board one day, so we decided to gather up a group of people that included myself, two of my uncles, and my sister. At first it was just an intriguing game to us, but as time progressed it came apparent to me that we had all became addicted to the board and its somewhat hypnotic effect it had on us. No matter what we had planned for that day, before the day was over, the night always ended with us playing with the board.

Not long after we had first started playing with the board, I started to have nightmares about demons, and confided in my sister, who broke down in tears and confessed she had been having the same nightmares. She had become so terrified that she, at 16 years old, was sleeping with her bedroom light on. I came home from a date night one night and was getting ready for bed, when I saw my sister run out of her bedroom, down the hallway and out the front door. I followed her, grabbed her by the arm and asked her what was wrong. She told me that she had seen a shadowy figure climb up her wall, that she now calls the Grim Reaper.

A few years later, because of several other unexplained events, my parents moved to another house a few blocks away, so me and my family moved into the house. Every once in a while, my children would say they heard strange noises like footsteps, and at times a very faint little girls voice giggling. Since I grew up in the house, I had no trouble believing them.

Then one night when I got home from work. I was heating my dinner up in the microwave, and my son, who was six at the time, came running out of his bedroom (the same bedroom my sister slept in) crying. He put his arms around me and said he had seen a dark figure climbing up his wall. I tried to convince him that he had just had a bad dream, but he knew better, so I decided to lay down with him until he went back to sleep. As we lay there, I heard him snoring, opened my eyes and I also saw a shadowy figure climb up the wall! I grabbed my son out of bed and we both wound up sleeping on the couch that night, and my son never slept in his room again.

Now my aunt and her 17-year-old daughter Marlena lives in the house, and her room is the middle bedroom – the same one my sister and my son stayed in. I was talking to her one day and found out she had been sleeping with her mother. When I asked her why, she just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Because I am scared to death of that shadow thingy that climbs the walls."

This sent shivers up my spine and made the hair on my neck stand up, and every once in a while my aunt swears she hears a faint cry of a little girl. I am convinced that not only is the house haunted, but we invited the entities in by using the Ouija board, which I will never do again. A lot of other strange things have happened to me and my family that have lived in the house, but the story that I just told is the one that always sticks out in my mind. It is interesting to note that my oldest daughter, who is 13 and very close to my aunt who lives there now, refuses to stay the night there, but won't tell me why?

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