I am currently 23 years old and live in upstate New York and have lived here most of my life. The house I currently live in is a stone house and was a part of the underground railroad. I have never had any feelings while living here of unease, however in my old house I would always get feelings that something was watching me or was with me.
Throughout my childhood weird events have happened to me in that old Victorian house. My father's uncle who passed away before I was born painted a picture of a clown and it was framed and hung up on the wall. No matter where you were in the room the clown's eyes where watching you.
One night when I had a friend over for the night we both noticed the clown's eyes were changing colors. No cars where driving by and for the most part, it was completely dark in the room. After that night, I took the painting down and it is still put away up until this day.
The most chilling event, however, happened late another night when I was alone. The house had two storeys and my parents' and brothers' rooms were upstairs. I often stayed up later then everyone downstairs and watched T.V., but when it came time for bed after shutting the lights off I would get a feeling that something was with me. One night it happened to me. I shut the lights off and used the downstairs bathroom before going up to bed. As I rounded the corner to head upstairs I picked up our cat that was sitting at the bottom of the stairs and while standing up was grabbed by something.
Something reached out and grabbed my left shoulder while I was standing up and out of fear I ripped my shoulder back and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I didn't even look back. Being 12 years old and that scared, I ran to my room and jumped in bed and didn't say a word to my parents or brothers about it until the next day. I know what had happened was real and whatever grabbed my shoulder felt as though they had the strength of two men.
I feel as though there was something really wrong about that house even though the stone house I live in now is a lot older and has a lot of history behind it. My dad said that when he first came to look at the stone house the owner (who lives in Long Island and maybe came up twice a month) was playing this weird music about "calming the spirits".
That may be weird, but I have never been uneasy at our new place since living in for the last 4 years.
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