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The college I attended just happened to be an hour's drive from the cabin, so when I determined that was where I wanted to study, my father gave me a spare set of keys to the place and told me if I ever wanted to go there, maybe for some peace and quiet or as a place to take a girl on a weekend, I just had to follow his set of rules about the place, but was otherwise welcome to go anytime. Course, by then the last place I'd want to take a girl was to a run-down shack in the woods. Didn't seem like the type of locale that would put a girl in any sorta mood cept maybe afeared for her life. Needless to say, I didn't take him up on the offer.
Until...
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
The Man in the Attic
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When I was 14 years old, I did what many my age do to earn a bit more cash, I babysat for friends of my parents. It was in November when my father introduced me to a new coworker of his, Mr. D. The D's were new to town and needed a sitter to watch their 4 year-old daughter Rachel while they attended a function at the college my dad and Mr. D taught at. I needed the money and had nothing planned that night anyway, so I agreed.
The D's new home was a brick red Victorian-style house at the end of a windy cul-de-sac on the other side of town. The school I went to was a couple streets over, but despite my extensive exploration of the town on my bike over the years, I'd never actually been down that street.
I remember the wind was really frigid and starting to pick up when I finally got there on my bike early that evening. The sun hadn't gone down yet, so the house seemed rather innocuous. They had about a half dozen garbage bags full of leaves at the curbside, and their lawn was pretty immaculate. There was a big oak tree in the front yard that obscured most of the upstairs windows.
When I was 14 years old, I did what many my age do to earn a bit more cash, I babysat for friends of my parents. It was in November when my father introduced me to a new coworker of his, Mr. D. The D's were new to town and needed a sitter to watch their 4 year-old daughter Rachel while they attended a function at the college my dad and Mr. D taught at. I needed the money and had nothing planned that night anyway, so I agreed.
The D's new home was a brick red Victorian-style house at the end of a windy cul-de-sac on the other side of town. The school I went to was a couple streets over, but despite my extensive exploration of the town on my bike over the years, I'd never actually been down that street.
I remember the wind was really frigid and starting to pick up when I finally got there on my bike early that evening. The sun hadn't gone down yet, so the house seemed rather innocuous. They had about a half dozen garbage bags full of leaves at the curbside, and their lawn was pretty immaculate. There was a big oak tree in the front yard that obscured most of the upstairs windows.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
She Found Her Way Into My Home
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Please, I don't know what to do. I've tried to tell my wife about this, but she's a science teacher and thanks to my history of practical jokes, she thinks I'm just kidding.
There is something stalking me. I don't know what it wants, but almost every night since I started seeing it, it has terrorized me. It doesn't touch me, it doesn't communicate in any sort of way, it just fills me with horror. If what I seem to ramble, please forgive me... I haven't slept in several days.
We live in the second floor of a duplex with stairs down the back of the house to the basement where the laundry machines are. There's a door at the bottom of the stairs before the door to the basement that looks out onto our back porch and into the back yard. Six days ago, I was going down to the basement to bring up some laundry and I glanced out the door as I passed. There was a figure standing at the far edge of our yard. Her back was to me, and she was just standing there, looking into the woods beyond our yard. She was dressed in nothing but a light gown. It had lots of flowing material coming off of it that was whipping around in the air slowly. The whole scene creeped me out instantly, but I thought she might be a friend of our downstairs neighbor, so I continued to the basement. When I came back up, she wasn't there.
Please, I don't know what to do. I've tried to tell my wife about this, but she's a science teacher and thanks to my history of practical jokes, she thinks I'm just kidding.
There is something stalking me. I don't know what it wants, but almost every night since I started seeing it, it has terrorized me. It doesn't touch me, it doesn't communicate in any sort of way, it just fills me with horror. If what I seem to ramble, please forgive me... I haven't slept in several days.
We live in the second floor of a duplex with stairs down the back of the house to the basement where the laundry machines are. There's a door at the bottom of the stairs before the door to the basement that looks out onto our back porch and into the back yard. Six days ago, I was going down to the basement to bring up some laundry and I glanced out the door as I passed. There was a figure standing at the far edge of our yard. Her back was to me, and she was just standing there, looking into the woods beyond our yard. She was dressed in nothing but a light gown. It had lots of flowing material coming off of it that was whipping around in the air slowly. The whole scene creeped me out instantly, but I thought she might be a friend of our downstairs neighbor, so I continued to the basement. When I came back up, she wasn't there.
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