My sister P had, is having, a rougher life than most people. She is a single mother of two and has been diagnosed with this illness that requires her to be labeled as 100% disabled. She's a workaholic, so this diagnosis was especially upsetting, not only will her body not let her do what she loves, she is mostly stuck in her room. Her two kids are, unfortunately children, and can't understand why mommy can't give them the full attention they need, so they lashed out and became selfish, self serving young adults, although my niece is turning her life around now.
As a result of her illness, my Mom and I got together and said, we will get a large enough house to take in my sister and her children. Mostly because, the kids would call us when their mom would go into an episode and we, my mom and I, living 2 towns over, would run over to my sisters place to help. So we though it would be easier to just all live together.
We found a place big enough, with a partially finished basement, that I turned into the 5th bedroom/one bedroom apartment, There is a full bathroom on each floor, including the basement, so, you know, Jackpot. I took the basement as my room, my mom and sister took the two upstairs bedrooms and my niece and nephew took the two bedrooms on the main floor. This house is a cape, like the Billerica house, but instead of menacing closets, there is a crawl space and a slanted ceiling. The crawl space was packed tight with junk my mom refuses to throw away.
Living in the basement was difficult at first because of the access to the laundry room. Until I closed off the room, the only access to the laundry room was through my kitchen. It was maybe the 3rd week living there that I was woken up around 2am to a bright light coming from the laundry room. I just thought someone decided to do their laundry, not yet realizing the time, still rude no matter how you look at it. Here I am sleeping and someone turns on the light. So I look up at the door to the laundry room, and I see this guy, bathed in light, curly light brown hair, wearing a toga with what looked like a piece of rope tied around his waist. He was just leaning against my kitchen sink in a casual manor, with his legs crossed as if he was in a conversation with someone, and he was just smiling and looking right at me. It got dark again, and I could see his outline slowly fade. I had some trouble sleeping after that, so I put on the TV and let it lull me back to sleep.
A few nights later, I heard someone call my name. It sounded like a girl I knew in 3rd grade, I opened my eyes and I was looking at the ceiling, more to the point, I was looking at someones elbow sticking out of my ceiling. It was clearly an elbow, it was half of the forearm, the elbow, and half of the upper arm, and then the spiders came, and took it away. No, I was most assuredly awake, and no I don't take any medication prescription or otherwise. I turned on my trusty TV again and tried to let it pass.
My sister and mother got into an argument, so my sister and her kids moved out. Tired of using the stairs, my mom decided to move to one of the main floor rooms, and I moved to the two upstairs rooms, one being my bedroom, the other being my living room. It didn't matter though, that guy still found me. This time I heard my dad call my name, and I looked up and standing over/through me, was that curly haired guy, minus the light. He was standing in the middle of me, looking down at me with a kind smile, I sat strait up to where I was face to face with him, and he didn't fade, he didn't even flinch. He stayed there, face to face with me for a few seconds. I lost what ever nerve I thought I had that made me sit up, and just froze. His kind smile fixed on his face, he sort of laughed, like a short singular "ha", and left, as in, he turned and walked out of me and to my door, turned back and then dissipated. I haven't seen him since and that was two years ago. The spiders though, I see the spiders often. I don't think they mean anything. I see them scurry across my ceiling, some huge, some normal size. I have been told that spiders are good luck, so I don't bother them, they don't bother me anyway. They just seem to like to scurry around and disappear into my wall, None of what I have seen in this place has given off any hostel or evil vibe. Still, it's unsettling to wake up with someone standing in you. No cold breeze, in fact, I felt warm and safe, along with alarmed and terrified.
That's all I have, thanks for reading.
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