In The Beginning: The Music Player

I've had many paranormal experiences that date back to before I was out of my crib. This story however is the beginning of my more recent, drawn out, and terrifying predicaments. Things began to happen four years ago when I first came home on breaks (I attended a boarding school at the time.) I was 16 years old. I had lived in the house previously with my father in middle school but nothing had happened up until that point. The house is a large modern home in the country. At the time of my first pass home my father was living at the house with his fiancé and her 18-year-old daughter, we'll call her Lisa, who's room was down a small flight of stairs from mine.

The first night home I can remember feeling uneasy as soon as I got in the door. My uncertainty only grew worse as I got to the second floor and then up to my room. That night I lay in bed awake, experiencing what I can only describe as a horribly wrong feeling. I heard footsteps and Lisa's door open then close and assumed that she had gotten home late from her friends house. I decided that I needed to relax so I grabbed my CD player, popped my head phones in and crawled back into bed placing the player on my stomach and trying to ignore my uneasy mind. After about two songs the player started to skip back in the song over and over again to the same point. I looked at the player and it didn't show any settings other than play, the disc was brand new and I'd only had the batteries for about a week or so. Then it felt and heard like someone pressed the stop button on the player, the device shut off and I became even more frightened. I looked up to see a dark, tall shadow walk past my bed and into my bathroom. I then lay awake with the covers pulled over my head until I physically couldn't stay awake any longer. I had barely drifted off to sleep when I heard music coming from Lisa's room. I figured that if she had been experiencing what I had she probably couldn't sleep, either. Needless to say I didn't sleep well the rest of the night.

The next morning I went into Lisa's room and turned her stereo off. I then wandered downstairs and asked my father's fiancé when Lisa had gotten home the night before and she explained that she hadn't come home at all, she was still at her friend's house. The next night I lay awake in Lisa's bed because I was too frightened to sleep in my own. After sharing my experiences with my soon-to-be step mother she slept in the room across from Lisa's that night to help give me some peace of mind. She told me she did it all the time for Lisa because she was often too scared to be upstairs alone. Despite my fear nothing happened that night and I went back to school the next day. In fact nothing happened again until my next trip home, but more on that later.