My story begins on a first nations reserve in Saskatchewan, Canada. My grandparents owned a house that was originally a duplex but turned into one big house. Let me tell you, this house was CREEEEEEPY.
First of all, it was right beside this church/graveyard which both seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Little things would always happen here. This house also used to be what appeared to be a school, because in the basement was a chalkboard and desks that were never taken out.
One day, while playing in said basement with my cousins we all decided to rush upstairs and go for a bite to eat. I had forgotten to grab my coat, so halfway down the stairs I notice this hole in the wall straight ahead, lined in red. I don't recall ever seeing it before, but it scared the crap out of me so I ran right back upstairs without my coat.
But to what I really wanted to address, an experience I had one night while everybody was out. I must have been around 10 years old and I was lying in a bed across from my brother who was sleeping in the same room. I laid there for a quite a while, tossing and turning, knowing I wasn't tired at all. I would roll around and much to my surprise; I rolled towards my brother's bed only to see a glowing green light pulsating beneath his bed. I didn't want to say a word, and what happened afterwards definitely shut my mouth.
I always said that the voice I heard reminded me of a pirate. It was low, scratchy and sounded like it was used for stubbing out cigarettes. "Are you afraid of the dark?" it said in the most sinister voice you could think of, followed by the darkest laugh you could possibly imagine. That was about all I heard from it, and thank god because I would have been petrified if I had to hear anymore. I escaped it all quickly when I heard my cousin rustling in the kitchen; I jumped out of there like a wet cat and slept in my cousin's room for the rest of the night.
Do I feel bad for leaving my brother in there with no idea what was going on? Yeah I do. Do I have any idea what the hell happened? No and I don't want to know.
Since then the house was condemned by the nearby church and boarded up and covered in graffiti and is now just a memory as it has been torn down and now provides a small patch of land for the school yard that has been built.
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