What Is Living In That House?

A few months ago my partner's mother was tight on cash and needed help paying the rent, so she decided to rent a room out. A couple of weeks later Jason shows up eager to rent the room. I don't live with my partner so Jason had been there for a week before I met him.

I will give you a bit of background about this house and me. The house is located in a smallish suburb of Palmerston, it's small but has a nice home feel to it. My partner Brad's Mum is divorced and decorated it to her liking so it has a nice warm feel to it. I'm a Christian and, although Brad and his mother aren't, they have never mocked my religion or tried to push me away from it nor have I tried to push it upon them.

So I come to Brad's house, he meets me outside and tells me that his Mum has finally rented the room. He was excited because he was sick of people coming to look at it. Anyway, he and I lock my car and walk up to the door. As soon as I got to the small veranda out the front I felt physically sick. I felt as though I had a huge weight piled on my shoulders. It was so bad in fact Brad had to go and get me a glass of water while I leaned on the wall. Once I had the glass of water I felt a little better and we walked inside, talking about how weird that had been.

Brad introduced me to Jason, who looked to be in his forties, not overly tall, skinny and also had no front teeth! He looked downright creepy! I told myself not to be judgmental and be polite. We shook hands and we both got goosebumps, all the hairs on both of our arms stood on end and I got a chill down my spine.

When I later told Brad, he just said that it was probably me coming down with something and that's why I felt sick going inside. So I ignored it, went home and didn't think about it again.

Everything was normal with me but things began changing for Brad in a big way. He and his mother were fighting all the time, Brad became sick nearly every week, the plants inside one by one all went brown and died. Also when Brad would come home from work at 4:00, he would sleep into sometimes 2:00 in the morning. Nothing would wake him up, he also began sleep walking.

Jason has recently shaved his head and doing this has revealed two tattoos of demons clawing at his skull. He also took of his shirt the other day revealing pentagrams and various other satanic symbols. The room in which he is in has had the windows blacked out and the door has had a dead bolt put on it. Last week there was blood on the floor of the kitchen with a trail leading to his room. I flipped when I saw this but Brad assured me that he remembers seeing him with a cut forearm.

I was still feeling ill whenever I went into the house. So my birthday comes along and Brad buys me a gold cross with little diamonds in the middle. It's gorgeous and I never take it off. I began to notice that I wasn't feeling as sick when I went to the house, I felt like the cross was protecting me against something. As soon as Jason saw the cross he ordered me to take it off and that no such thing should be worn in his house! Brad jumped in then and reminded him whose house it was, that this is a free country and he should respect my religion. He then narrowed his eyes and said, "Try the other team, it has better benefits."

I must admit this rattled me in a big way. From then on I only came around when Jason was at work or the local pub. One night Jason was supposed to go to a mates, so Brad and I were planning on staying at his and having a movie night. Jason came home blind drunk and yelling about how his life is screwed up because he sold "it"... I don't know what he meant by "it" but if "it" is what I think it is... Then he definitely is screwed. He went into his room and bolted the door. We heard yelling and smelt smoke. Brad ran to the door and pounded on it saying, "You can't smoke in here, Jason". Then everything went quiet and Brad came back to the couch.

Jason left half an hour later holding a large brown book. I looked for symbols and such like you would see in the movies although there were none and I told myself to calm down, he is just a weirdo not a satanist. I decided that I was going to go home as well, as I didn't want to see Jason in that state again. He already frightened me. So Brad walked me to my car and we stood leaning on the bonnet while he tried to convince me to stay. Then I don't know what made him look, but Brad looked towards Jason's room and in the window stood this man. He had red eyes, his hands were pressed on the glass. I don't know how either one of us were able to see it as Jason had blacked out the windows.

Brad ran inside to Jason's door and we found that he had not locked the door. I tried to convince him not to go in but he was sure someone was in the house. He opened the door and I was hit with the same feeling I got when he first moved in. This one was so strong I was bent at the hips holding my chest, the feeling of fear, hatred and dread all at once. The windows were still blacked out, but there was a table in the middle of the room, with a black table cloth nothing else on it. As Brad went to open the cupboard door the light turned on and off rapidly until it blew. I yelled at him to come out and he ran to me and we both sat in my car until his Mum got home.

I don't know what happened in there, but as soon as I was outside I felt relieved. I haven't been able to bring myself back to that house. Brad is still there and sicker than ever, but because he is a smoker the doctors are just putting it down to the smoking. I want to get him out of there or at least get rid of Jason. We can't afford to get our own place being so young and my father would never let him stay with us. (He makes him sleep in my brother's room whenever he is over) Dad is old school...

I'm looking for help on this one guys. Jason is still in that house. I'm afraid for Brad, I want to warn him but it's so difficult to talk about your faith to someone who doesn't believe!