Your True
Tales
March 2003 –
Page 10
The
Possession
by Randy H.
This happened to me, my family and some friends about 18 years ago. There was an old deserted house that was rumored to be haunted. One night we all went to this house so my sister could use her Ouija board; she was into that kind of stuff. There was my mom, two sisters, four friends and me. I wasn't really into this, so I was just standing back, watching.
The next thing I remember, I was being led downstairs from the top floor, and not knowing how I got there. According to all eyewitnesses, I hunched down next to a wall and started crying and saying, "It has to end now." Then I got up with my eyes still closed and started to walk through the house. Up until that day, I had never set foot in that house, so they were all surprised to see me walk through this house with my eyes closed and not bump into anything. Then they said I climbed the stairs to the second floor. The whole group was following me and I was still crying. When I got to the second floor, I went into a room with three big picture windows and stopped to scratch "It's over" on the wall with my fingernails.
By then, everyone had gotten into the room. My mom said she was yelling at me to wake up - I was scaring her and my sisters. I guess it was then that I turned to the windows and started to go toward them. With all my crying and repeatedly saying "it's over," they all thought I was going to jump.
Before I go any further, let me add that two of my brothers-in-law were there also. This is where it gets even weirder. Apparently, they both got in front of me and tried to wake me and stop me. These are both guys that are over 6 feet tall and around 260 lbs. each. I picked them up by the skin on their stomachs and lifted them and was still walking to the window with one over each shoulder! The only thing that stopped me was that my sister ran in front of me and punched me square in the face and I went down.
Then I'm being led down the stairs and outside. I sat on the porch trying to figure out what just happened. Some things started coming back to me and it started to freak me out. I started telling everyone what I had just experienced.
My name had been Richard. I was a traveling salesman, and when I went on business trips I kidnapped little kids and brought them home to torture. I remember one little girl in particular - not her face, but I saw a grown-up's hands pushing her small hands into the fireplace, and smoke was coming off her fingers as they burned. I could hear her screams.
The next thing I saw was her hanging on a wall from a large wooden peg, her wrists bound together. At that time I believe she was dead. Someone then told me there was no fireplace in the house, so I took them in and kicked a hole in the wall where I seen the fireplace - and sure enough there it was. By then everyone was freaked out, so we left.
As we were walking toward the cars, I heard my name called, so I turned and looked toward the house. There was a man standing in the second-story window. He had black, slicked-back hair, white long-sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled once, thin black tie, brown slacks with ironed crease, and hands in his pockets. He said, "It isn't over. You'll be back." No one else could see or hear him. I left and have never gone back. Since then, the house has been torn down. I got married about five years ago and told my wife's family about it, and they told me that they knew the family that lived there and was able to verify that the house had been transferred from England and that the owner was a salesman by the name of Richard.
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