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October 2007 - Page 2
Haunted Lakefront
by Shelly
My story starts my sophomore year of high school. Tragically, our home was destroyed due to a freak fire and we were forced to start anew. Money was tight, so the five of us made do with a small two-bedroom apartment until we were able to locate an actual house to rent. When a house was located, I was delighted to discover that the home was a lakefront home - especially with our menial finances.
I was delighted until the moment I set foot inside the place. Although it was very pleasant and cute, there was something inside of me that felt uneasy. On our first night, while all five of us were sitting downstairs in the dining room eating an early dinner, a thunderous BOOM echoed throughout the house and the ceiling above us jarred and shook. (Side note: Directly above the dining room was my bedroom.) Upon inspection, the footboard of my bed had somehow managed to unscrew itself before it slammed on to the floor, again all of its own accord. It was the first of many experiences we were to have in that home.
Because there were so many experiences over the two years we resided there, I will only give you a brief overview. At all hours of the day and night, if things were quiet in the house, scratching could be heard coming from the interior walls of the house. Water faucets would turn on and off by themselves, items would disappear for weeks and then reappear in the most unusual places; for example, a framed photograph of my grandfather disappeared for two months, only to be discovered in a kitchen cabinet. There were issues with the electricity that no electrician could explain. TVs and radios would change stations for no apparent reason. We were constantly changing light bulbs. During storms, balls of lightning would race through the kitchen and dinning room, bouncing off of the appliances. Strange mists would appear in spots all over the house, similar to cigarette smoke. This seemed to happen more in the daytime when multiple people were present to witness it.
Our pets were always acting like there was an unseen person playing with, talking to and loving on them. The things that happened were minimal at best until a few months before we moved out. Whatever the entity was, it had, for the most part, been somewhat docile and maybe even civil where we and our invited guests were concerned. The instances and experiences had all predominantly been audio coupled, of course, with the odd sensations and cold spots and then the strange, occasional mist.
We had accepted and ignored a lot of the little nuisances such as missing items or having to fight with the TV and radio to keep them on our favorite stations. We learned to ignore our pets when they alerted to things we didn't and couldn't see. In all honesty, we never really talked about these instances among ourselves. It was almost as if we were deaf, dumb and blind to it all.
One night, I had a friend staying over as did my two younger siblings. Our friends still have not told us in any depth about what occurred and this happened more than 15 years ago, but something upset each of them so much that within hours of arriving they were ready to leave. My friend was so upset that I had to drive her home in her car where she insisted I stay the night. From there, things escalated. Broken dishes would be found in the middle of the kitchen, some of which weren't even our own. Doors, dresser drawers, cabinets would open and slam closed in rooms that no one was in. Our telephone would only work in spurts and no matter what we tried; we could not dial a single emergency number. At odd times, I would hear what I thought to be a swarm of bees followed by a momentary blank space in time. I would lose minutes at a time.
My siblings suffered from night terrors as did I, my parent's relationship suffered and divorce seemed immanent. Our personal and professional lives began to crumble. My mother and I began to see things that defied explanation, my sister and brother and I were awakened most nights as our beds were violently shaking. Bruises appeared on all five of us with no memory of how or when the occurred. Our food began to spoil or disappear; our pets, which had always been so amicable, suddenly turned violent. Our individual and collective lives were falling apart and we were powerless to understand it much less stop it. It was if a black cloud surrounded us and kept us isolated not just from the world in general, but from one another as well.
Finally, we moved. It wasn't until we had settled into our new home that we each began to discuss the things we saw, felt, heard and experienced in the other home. Even today, we are ill at ease to discuss all of things that happened while we resided there. I haven't, can't and won't go in to detail in this forum other than to say that we each had experiences that were both violent and pushed the bounds of our sanity to the breaking point.
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