It has taken me a long time to be open about what happened to me when I was 5. But I guess it's better now then never to share my story.
Before my father committed suicide, every late night/early morning it would start as what looked like eyes on the basement door. They were very evil looking eyes and always meant that "he" was coming. When I say he I mean "The Heater Man" I called him this because when you are young and things come out of nowhere you associate it with where you think it comes from. My idea being the space heater we had on the floor. He would come every night and sit at the foot of my bed. He was a mix of a milky white and deep dark black. He did not have a normal face. When I saw his face from the side, it looked as though he had something long and sharp sticking out from it. He would never touch me, but the feeling he gave out was pure terror. He was not a nice spirit at all.
One night (usually I hid under the covers pulled over my head, lying on my tummy) I got the strength to sit up and lean forward to almost touch him. When I got closer and had my hand out. He turned quickly around to face me, and I'll never forget those eyes.
Deep black, like two voids of nothing. They were the same eyes that appeared on the basement door watching me every night. I quickly jumped back under the covers and hid until morning.
It was that morning that my father hung himself in the basement. I still cannot help but feel as though the "heater man" was the reason. No one had any clue about my father doing what he did; he showed no signs and was perfectly fine until that night I reached out to the "heater man". The morning that he did what he did, my mother was in the living room and heard a large slamming sound. When she checked it out, the screen door was completely bent from the inside.
Was this the "heater man" leaving the home? I don't know.
About 3 years ago the owners of that house were having a yard sale, and offered us to come in and take a look around at that house. (I guess it wasn't rented in at the time still) Everything was peachy until I reached the room where all those events took place. And it hit me like a ton of bricks. The energy there was too much for me to handle and I was sent into a major panic attack.
I will never return to that house... Ever again.
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