|Ramic - The Horned Entity|
The number and variety of strange, unexplained sightings of creatures reported by readers is astonishing. When they appear in one's own house, however, the effect can be nothing less than terrifying. What are they? Interdimensional beings... monsters... demons... or figments of the imagination? For Chris L. and his family, the little creature we've dubbed Ramic was quite real. This is his story.
Seven years ago, my wife and our three children moved into an apartment complex. The complex consists of five apartments connected to each other, and each apartment is a three-bedroom condo-style home. The bedrooms are upstairs, two are next to each other, while the master bedroom is down a hallway separated by a bathroom. This apartment would be the first for our new family. From the very first day we moved in, unexplainable happenings would take place. First, the lights would go off and on upstairs. I reported this to the maintenance guy the next day. He changed the light bulbs, thinking they were somehow damaged from all the heavy items the movers brought upstairs. Yet throughout the first week, it was always the same: lights going off and on. Everyday I told the maintenance guy who, finally getting sick of my pestering, agreed to test the electrical fixtures. He found nothing was wrong.
I let it slide, figuring it was just something we had to get used to, but it could get quite annoying. I would get up at 2:00 a.m. to fix the baby a bottle, and just as I hit the first step going downstairs, the light would switch off. Pitch black! Annoying, but I could handle it. What was more difficult to handle was seeing a little shadow in the kitchen, standing near the cellar door. The shadow would disappear under the door when I got too close. It was just my imagination, of course. It had to be. But this began to become a nightly routine - my little friend was always there.
I continued to dismiss it as my imagination until the day we invited some close friends to spend the night. But they didn't stay. They just left during the night. Puzzled, we asked them why they would abruptly leave without even so much as a goodbye. Were they unhappy with the accommodation we set up - a mattress on the living room floor downstairs? No, they told us, they left because they couldn't sleep - because of a small "shadow boy" who would "peek in and then run upstairs, stomping loudly."
What the Contractor Saw
Okay, it wasn't my imagination now that someone else had seen it. It was time to ask my wife if anything strange had happened to her. She admitted that she had seen the little shadow too on numerous occasions, but didn't want to say anything lest I think she was crazy. Now that it was out in the open, I felt it was time to ask other people about our new dwelling.
As it happens, I have a friend who had been a contractor on the apartment's initial construction. He asked where we were living and upon telling him where, it drew a blank look on his face. Then he tried to change the conversation. Interested in why he looked so strange, I pressed him on the matter and he confessed this weird story. When he was working on the building, he one day arrived early to pour the concrete walls for the basement at about 6:00 a.m. Upon arriving he went to look for his father (who was also a contractor) in the excavated hole to set up. Nearing the hole, he noticed a small child in a ragged old robe, like a monk's, hunched over in the hole. He yelled to the figure to get out of there, thinking it to be some kid playing. The being turned to him and he saw that it wasn't a child at all, but some kind of creature. In trying to describe it, all he could think of was Yoda from Star Wars. The creature then sprang from the hole and ran hissing all the way into the woods. He said he finished the job but vowed never to go there again.
From then on, when I saw my little shadow, I would try to ignore it and do what had to get done. Months went by before anything strange would happen. But it wasn't over, as we would soon find out. Not by a long shot.
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