I lived briefly in a ranch house on a 2 acre lot in Shreveport in the 1980s. The house was in a disputed estate of a man who'd shot his wife and then himself a few years before. I didn't know that at the time I moved in.
From the minute I moved in, I had a bad feeling. The very first week I was there, I went to sit in the glider swing in the backyard on a beautiful October afternoon. The day was beautiful but the backyard was not. Because nobody was looking after the house and yard (and neither me nor my roomie had the funds to spare for that), the pool was full of mud and sticks, the garden was overgrown, the grill and lawn furniture was dirty. I had an overpowering feeling of being watched, so much so that I remember looking around to see if someone was standing in another part of the yard looking at me. I finally grabbed my keys and left in my car.
I kept the keys with me constantly all the time I lived there, as that feeling would overwhelm me often. Lights flickered, floors creaked and when I was in the bath tub, I could swear I heard a man and woman arguing in the room on the other side of the tub. I found out later that was where the murder/suicide occurred.
This house had been remodeled so many times over the years that windows looked into other rooms and doors opened to brick walls, giving it an even stranger atmosphere. Since I was so creeped out by most of the house, I didn't even go into any rooms but the ones in front, my bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen.
One day my roommate came home and told me in a testy voice if I needed something from the garage, she should be the one to get it for me. I told her I didn't even know HOW to get into the garage, which was true. She was surprised. She told me the garage was a mess; all of my moving boxes had been pulled off the shelves and all over the floor.
She went to school and worked late nights and I worked days, so we didn't talk much, however, before she told me about the garage, I was already wondering about what was going on there. Since I could hardly sleep due to the things that went on at night, I often saw her car drive up at 3 AM, when she came home.
One night, just after she'd gone to bed, I heard her scream. I'm ashamed to say it now, but I was too afraid to get up and check on her, as I'd have to pass through the 'office' (where the crime occurred, which I didn't know about at that time). I told myself if she screamed again I'd go check on her, otherwise I'd put it down to a bad dream.
The next morning she was pretty angry at me, and asked me if I'd heard her scream. I played stupid and said 'no'. She said she had just gone to bed when she rolled over and saw a man with a horrible face bending over her. He vanished when she screamed and kicked out at him. It was then I told her that I felt the house was haunted by someone who maybe did not want me there. It was then she told me about the murder/suicide and that it had occurred in the 'office' room that you had to pass through to get to the master bedroom (her room).
We tried to get more information from her mother, who had known the family, but she was a fundamentalist Christian and got angry at us for even talking about ghosts. So we didn't discuss it much after that. However, the lights blinking and floor creaking continued, and when I'd occasionally muster up the courage to close the door to the office room (I used a broom to push it closed, I was that scared of getting too close), it would be open again when I passed by later. In addition, the hallway to that room was freezing cold, as was my bedroom. I wore gloves and a coat inside the house when I had to spend time there. It was a cold winter, that was true, but the rest of the house was never as cold as my room and the hallway.
I was alone in the house late one night and I heard keys jangling in the front door like someone was trying to get in. My roommate's dog was with me and he went nuts, running to the door and barking. I was fed up by then, so I marched to the door and flung it open and yelled 'where are you'? There was no one there. It was at least 1/8 of a mile from the porch to the road, and the driveway was in plain sight, and there was no car coming or going. Also, the yard was knee deep in leaves, so if anyone had been running through the yard, I would have heard the crunch of leaves. There was nothing, just quiet.
I called the police, who told me I was out of their jurisdiction and to call the sheriff's office, so I called them, and they told me just the opposite, so it's probably a good thing there was no one there (no one living, at least). After that, I put in for a job transfer as fast as I could and left after only four months in that house. I don't think I slept more than two hours a night the entire time I was there.
There was one more thing I always wondered about and have tried to find information about on this and other paranormal sites. After about a month after I moved there, a small red light about the size of a pencil eraser started appearing on the wall across from my bed. It would appear around 9 PM and disappear at the first light of dawn. I thought it was light reflecting from the road at first, and I tried several things with the curtains, and putting things in front of the window, but it never affected the size or intensity of the light. When I put my hand over it, it vanished, but there was also no reflection from anywhere on my hand.
After a while, it began to creep me out so I just turned away from it when it appeared. I would say it was an orb, but it never seemed to move. If anyone has ever experienced or heard of what this is, I would appreciate knowing about it. Thanks.
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