A Series Of Unexplainable Things

Odd and unexplainable encounters have always happened to me ever since I was a child. The one that struck me the most was in a previous house that my family and I occupied. We moved in there when I was eight years old, and I still remember the impression I had when I first walked in. It was in the corner of two busy streets and the sun was shining outside, however, when my family and I walked in, the house was eerily dark, even though there were a lot of windows and the place seemed cooler than it was outside. However, my family decided to buy the house. From then on, odd things started to happen.

In different levels of the house, it seemed that a different presence was there. The weird things usually happened on the second floor and the basement.

As we were moving in, my parents left my older brother and me inside the house. We decided to run around and play tag. There was a large wall partition between the living room and the hallway, so you can run around it. My brother and I were running and when we got to the end of the partition we would peek around the wall and see which direction the other person was headed. However, as we were chasing one another, we started noticing a dark figure running with us. When we stopped on one side of the wall we peeked around the side and would see the dark figure standing still at the end of the wall. Needless to say, we stopped playing and ran upstairs.

Another time, as I was in my room studying with the door closed and the radio on, I suddenly felt as if something was approaching. The radio had suddenly changed into a lot of white noise and suddenly I felt a large presence beside me. It felt like a very tall man was standing beside me. I didn't want to look up and because he was in between me and the door I decided to say, "I really need to study and I don't have time for this. I'm sorry." A few seconds later, the radio came back to the station I was listening to and the presence had left. I then proceeded to run down the stairs.

The basement was the worse place to be in, especially if I was alone. In the basement there were five rooms. The room I was in the most was the computer room which was directly across the heating room. The computer was faced in a way which you would have your back towards the heating room and the hallway. Every time I passed by the heating room, from the corner of my eye I would see a girl with long dark hair and white clothes standing inside. However, every time I looked up directly, no one would be there. I would always look in it as if I was expecting her to be there or to make sure no one was inside. In the computer room at night, I always felt as if she was staring at me from behind.

On one occasion, my mother asked me to do the laundry which was at the end of the hall in the basement. I hated the laundry room as it had an odd unfamiliar smell and it was in the corner of the basement with one little window. On this day during summer, when I went downstairs with the laundry in my hands it felt oddly quiet, and as I approached the laundry room behind the small window of light that shone into the room, there was also a large man standing there. He was again very tall and motionless. I dared not go in, and just threw the laundry down and ran up the stairs and told my older brother who was much more fearless than me to do it. He said he saw nothing.

When my brothers and sister and I were home alone, we would all watch TV in my parent's room as it felt like the warmest room in the house, and we all felt uncomfortable alone by ourselves either in the living room or in our own rooms. There was a bathroom in my parent's room with a door. We always felt uncomfortable with the bathroom door open so we always made sure it was shut. However, a lot of times, as we watched TV it would slowly open by itself. More than once, one of us would get up and close it, then push it to make sure we shut the door properly, but again, it would always open by itself.

Things like this would happen time and again, until we moved. In the old house my younger siblings and I never discussed what went on. After we moved to our new house my sister told me, in the old house one day, she saw girl walking up the stairs from the basement and then proceeded to the second floor. Then another night, she told me that she was playing hide and seek with our cousin, and she decided to hide behind her door in her room. After a minute of hiding, she said her closet door suddenly opened slowly, and a large man walked out from it. He crossed the window and in the moonlight she said she saw an older man with curly hair and then he just disappeared into the wall.

Her incidents seemed to describe and affirm with the same things that I had seen throughout the years. That really scared me...