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May 2001
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Haunted
Hill
by SexyStarshine
It has been years past since I have returned back to my childhood home, but still a chill follows me in my thoughts. It was rumored that Native Americans once thrived on the vast acres of country land my family had inherited from generation to generation. Indians that where murdered and driven from the land. Perhaps that could be the cause of such sinister happenings that hung in the hot Louisiana air at night. But I suspect things far worse. Even as a young girl I always knew there was something very different about myself from other children. It is as if I knew that I knew far too much. For instance, my parents bought two dogs one male and the other female. For the longest time they tried to breed them and when they had given up hope they found a new family for Sheila. At the age of four I can still recall looking at her and suddenly feeling the life force of her unborn pups! Sheila was pregnant. How vividly I recall begging my parents in earnest to believe our dog was pregnant and how they shunned me as a silly child. A week after she had been given away we got a call from her new owners. They took her to the vet and discovered with puppies from Kuwanna, our male. But I had known all the time... It is as if I can feel the energy given from unborn creatures and have even been successful in feeling out the sexes of unborn human infants. I also have visions. I see people in their caskets hours before their deaths.
I believe it may all tie back into that hill on a stretch of Louisiana. On October 15, 1979 I was born exactly nine months and one day to the date of my grandfather's death. In dreams I see myself passing him in a tunnel between life and death. I feel as if I have always known this man I never met. My parents took me home to the house on the hill and it was here that the beginning of my supernatural experiences started. In my room, my father has told me, they would hear the voice of a young child and my laughter as I cooed. I was still unable to speak. I know who he speaks of for she wore a yellow dress, had blond curls and she liked to be called Fancy. She stayed with me for four years. At the age of seven our family moved to Ohio until I was 10. At that time my mother had a new house built on the land behind the older one that stood empty on the hill. It was this house that still holds the most mystery to me. I would watch as three different doors would all open on their own to the same width and then slam shut. Once I spied as an object hurled itself from my dresser to midway across the room. I myself was not the only one had strange experiences. But it does seem as if they circle around me.
One evening my mother walking through the house heard noises coming from my bedroom. She stopped to listen and hearing a little more clearer supposing she had caught me up past my bedtime listening to the radio. Quietly she crept into my room and saw the figure of what she thought was me standing over my bed. Quickly to catch me off guard she snapped the light switch. To her horror I was lying deeply asleep, sprawled out under the covers. Even worse she saw my radio was even unplugged. Later on I found out from my aunt, my mother had awakened to the sound of severe banging and roaring on our roof. I too had awakened to theses ungodly sounds in the night.
I had a little cat that I believe became possessed in that house. The accumulation of creepy things had made me very frightened and on one evening I began to read from my Bible. I pulled my cat into my lap but she began to howl and hiss as she never had before. Instinctively I began to sing hymns from church. The cat began to spit and growl, the slits of her pupils turning horizontally instead of vertically as all cats eyes are. I clutched her tighter and prayed and sang the hymns until the hissing stopped and her eyes returned to normal. This event scared me very much. I went to my aunts house for my aunt is a very religious woman. I told her of the happenings and she came to our home with a vile of anointed oil. She put it throughout the house and on my pet. It seemed to calm the evil within.
Other things happened on the land near the house. I used to walk a stretch of land behind it. My dog Goldie would always walk ahead of me. One day I felt a tremendous pull forward. I tried to walk that way but my dog squealed a horrid cry as if in pain and ran away. Suddenly I was bombarded with images. With the image of the young girl with her yellow dress and golden curls. With the sounds of screams. The scent of death wrapped around me and I felt as though I were suffocating. Images of small dead children raced before and the worst image of all came. It was simply a mans face but in it there was so much evil. I heard the cries of small children screaming to be found. Of bodies long ago buried in that wooded area. And I knew then. He had murdered them and buried them there. Not having the nerve to tell anyone but being too afraid to return alone, I invited a friend to stay the night. I asked her to come walk the path with me. I told her nothing of my experience for fear she wouldn't come. Halfway there I felt it coming on except this time it seemed stronger and more evil. I said nothing. Suddenly my friend told me that she felt very frightened and wanted to leave. I asked her what was wrong and she replied that she felt something very wrong and like she was being pulled forward. I knew what she meant because I felt the same thing. We turned around to walk back when the pulling grew even more intense. I took no more than three steps forward when my gut was wretched with an incredible pain. I screamed and sat down. My friend trembled as mosquitoes swarmed us in the humid air. I began to worry when I saw her turn pale and begin to tremble. My friend was an epileptic. I pulled out the smelling salts as the seizure began and brought her to. In spite of the pain I drug myself forward until suddenly I felt the weight of a hundred years lift from me back. We raced home and never spoke of it or returned there again.
Still sometimes I hear the screaming of the children in my sleep.
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