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March 2008 - Page 12
House of Banging and Crashes
by Raychel
About one year ago, when I was 12 (I'm 13 now), my dad had finally bought a new house in Corona, California because the houses where cheaper there. He was all excited about it because it was a big, pretty home. The second I stepped in the door, though, I felt a wave of dizziness come over me and I had to sit down. "Are you okay?" my dad asked, and I nodded yes. I just shrugged off this and walked upstairs to my room, which was right next to the second staircase.
When I walked into my room, the same dizziness rushed over me and I had a major headache. But right when I stepped out of the room, my headache went away. I tried to walk into my room two more times, but I kept getting a headache, and each time they got worse. I finally decided to visit my room again later that night. I hadn't told anyone about what I had felt in my room, and I decided to never tell them. (I was living with my dad and my two brothers.)
That night, when I walked into my room again, my stomach started to hurt extremely bad, but I decided to ignore it and just go to sleep.(It was about 12 at night) "It will feel better in the morning," I kept telling myself. When I lay down to sleep, that's when the weird stuff started happening. I had one of those closets where the doors slide, and the second I pulled up my covers, they started to shake and bang. I quickly sat up, my heart pounding almost out of my chest. I thought it was my imagination, but when I lay back down, the banging started up again, only louder. I jumped out of my bed and grabbed my glass dog (which was pretty big and heavy) and quickly slid my closet doors open. When I looked inside, there was nothing there, but when I stepped inside of it, I thought I was about to faint. But, like with my room, the second I stepped out of it, the feeling disappeared.
"It's just my imagination... it's just my imagination..." I repeated to myself over and over again. When I went back to my bed, I felt a gush of wind and footsteps coming up the staircase right next to my room. I freaked out completely, ran to the staircase to see who was coming, and, of course, there was no one there. Totally and completely horrified, I spent the rest of the night in my bathroom with the door locked.
The next night, the banging happened again, only there were footsteps downstairs now. When I walked downstairs and realized there was no one there, the pounding on the walls started. "Stop it!" I whisper-screamed, and the pounding quickly stopped. I froze and felt the undeniable feeling of being watched. I slowly backed up to the staircase and it felt as if someone was directly in front of my face, staring me down. I gasped and sprinted upstairs, spending the rest of the night in my bathroom.
I went to my mom's house for the next weekend, and when we visited my dad's house the weekend after that, I had the worse scare of all. At about midnight, when I was finally starting to fall asleep because the pounding at stopped, I heard footsteps downstairs again. Since I had faced the unknown presence last time, I decided I could face it again. When I leaned over the stair banister, so that I could see the living room, I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming. There, sitting in the chair, was a black figure of a man. His eyes were hollow and a light shade of black, almost gray. Its head slowly turned and it stared at me, the eyes starting to glow. I gasped and the figure disappeared. When I spun around, I had banged my elbow on the railing. I ran over to my dad's room and banged on the doors, but he was out on his balcony and his door was locked, so I had to go back to my bathroom and sleep.
The next morning, I told everyone what happened, and no one believed me. I know for a fact what I saw was real because there was a bruise on my elbow from turning around so fast. A few months later, I told Suzie (my current step-mom) about it. She had told me that when she was spending the night at my dad's house, she was the only one awake in the house, and suddenly she heard a crashing noise from downstairs. Thinking it was just my dog, Captain Morgan, she shrugged it off, but was horrified to see my basset hound asleep on the ground in the room. A few more crashing sounds were heard downstairs, and, terrified, she locked the door to the room and fell asleep as fast as she could.
In the morning when she walked downstairs, she realized that nothing was broken. Everything was in it's exact place, and all doors and windows were locked.
I couldn't believe this story. So I wasn't the only one experiencing these scary experiences. Finally (and thankfully) we moved out of the house into the house I'm currently living in. When I was forced to go back to the old house to pick up my stuff, I had Suzie come into the room with me. I still felt uneasy about being in my room, but I started grabbing my stuff. Suzie went into the closet to check and see if there was anything there, and she let out a small shriek. I jumped and walked over to her, trying to look over her shoulder. She came out of the closet with a messed up Barbie doll. Its head was facing the other way, a few fingers had been bitten off, the hair was crazy, and the arms were bent and a leg was missing. I suddenly felt dizzy. Suzie backed out of my room with the doll and ran downstairs with it to show my dad. I was alone in the house, and it felt as if there was a heavy presence hovering about me. My legs started to shake and I sprinted out of the house. I had never owned a Barbie doll, so I had no idea how it got there.
Was the ghost trying to show me that if I hadn't had gotten out of it's house, then that would be me? I've never stepped foot inside that house since.
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