My name is Kandace I'm 18 and I live in Connecticut. For the last 8 years my family has constantly moved from house to house throughout the U.S. It never bothered me until we moved into our current house on Hicks Road.
I started having these weird dreams about the house and all these door and tunnels that didn't exist. It soon got to the point where it was almost every night. One night when I had a friend, Machelle over I woke up in the middle of one of my house dreams to find my friend gone. I had figured she had gone to the bathroom or to get a drink.
When I realized none of the lights were on I got worried so I looked around. I couldn't find her so I figured it was just dark and she must have been in the room. When I got back there was a blanket tossed in the corner. As I walked closer I got a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach like nothing I have ever felt before.
I turned to find a man standing in front of my window. But for some reason I kept hearing doors opening and closing. When he stepped towards me I stepped back tripped on the blanket and smacked my head into the wall. I woke up on the couch and my friend in my bed it was the weirdest night of my life. I still get freaked out any time I hear doors creaking.