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Date: Fri, 6 Mar 1998 10:43:46 -0800 (PST)
In order to tell the whole story, I have to go into some kinda boring background information. In 1993, I had moved from Houston, Texas to Amarillo, Texas to live with my boyfriend. I have never believed in the supernatural and found it quite amusing that my boyfriend’s mother did. She told me all kinds of stories about this house she had lived in a few blocks away, as a teenager-how dishes would fly around, how the only record that would work on their record player was Abbey Road, by the Beatles-all sorts of silly things. The first incident occured at a friend of my boyfriend’s sister’s. We were all there hanging out, and one of the girls starts talking about these “shadows” that follow her around. She said that she used to be scared of them, but they had never harmed her, and she found it slightly amusing now. I thought that they were messing with me, because I was older, like they thought it would funny if they could scare me. I expressed my disbelief, and a few moments later, the girl said, “Look at the door; you can see the shadow!” I looked and, sure enough, it looked as if a person was walking by. The door had that stained glass kind of window that you can see shapes through, but you can’t make out who it is. I ran to the door and opened it, expecting to catch one of the girls running to hide, but noone was there. I was still very much in doubt, and made a joke of it, saying, “Okay, Spirit, make yourself known.”
About one minute later, an alarm clock came on, that wouldn’t shut off until we unplugged it (who sets their alarm at 10:30pm?). Needless to say, all of us were a little nervous then. I STILL had my doubts until I looked in the hallway and saw like a blueish fog completely blocking off the hallway like a wall. Now, we all smoke, and my first reaction was to nudge my boyfriend’s sister, who was staring at it, with the same expression I felt on my own face. “Do you see that?” She nodded. “It’s smoke, right?” She nodded again, and right as she did, the smoke, or fog or whatever it was looked as if it were sucked into one of the hallway bedrooms. We screamed, and as we got up to run for the door, I swear I saw the fog coming at us! I have never been so scared in my life. I almost peed in my pants! We ran through the apartment complex, and told my boyfriend and his parents what we had seen.
Of course his mother believed us, but my boyfriend and his dad thought it was hilarious. They kept laughing about “the blue light” as they called it. This was the beginning of a years worth of experiences. Experiences that have completely stopped ever since I left Amarillo, Texas. I will continue them in another post right now, as this one is getting so long!
Date: Fri, 6 Mar 1998 11:12:52 -0800 (PST)
I was living with my boyfriend in Amarillo, Texas when these things began. After about three months, I moved out (yeah, yeah), and moved in with a good friend. She lived in a duplex, half of which was condemned and completely boarded up.
One night, while we were attempting to go to sleep, I asked her if she would mind turning off the radio-she had this annoying habit of sleeping with it on. She said that she slept with it on for a reason-that someone; a homeless person or something; walked up and down the stairs all night on the other half of the duplex, every night, and she couldn’t sleep. I didn’t believe her, and asked her to turn it off, and sure enough, you could hear it perfectly through the wall, creaking with every step. I was pretty scared-a crazy homeless person who walks up and down stairs all night didn’t sound too safe to me, but she said that was all he did, and to ignore it. I did, for a few nights. We listened every night to see if it was happening again, and every night, right around 9pm, it would start. One night, we were home watching tv, and it started banging on the wall as it walked up and down the stairs.
We were very scared, and called the police, who came out-it stopped immediately, of course, and said that there was no way anyone could be getting in and out of that side of the house. We did have a closet with a door that led to the other side, but it was boarded up as well, and after checking that, the police said there wasn’t any way.
Needless to say, we were REALLY scared then. We started sleeping downstairs, so that we didn’t have to hear it. That’s when my things started disappearing. It was always things I really needed-my cigarettes, my tampons, they would disappear as soon as I brought them in the house. One time, the hair dryer disappeared after I used it.
My friend called me at work, asking where it was, although it wasn’t where I said.When I got home from work, it was in the doorway, like an offering (I know that sounds dumd, but it was how I felt), even though my friend had never found it. The scariest thing happened one night, when we were getting ready for bed, and the walking was much faster that usual. I made a joke, like, “Slow down-you have all of eternity to walk the stairs”, and it got louder and faster. I started praying out loud-we were both crying-and eventually it stopped-only to start again the next night.
I decided to move out, and when I did, I went through the dresser upstairs that was in the closet that had the doorway that went to the other side(in the house that Jack built-j/k). All my missing cigarettes, and tampons were there, in the bottom drawer. A couple of months later, I was talking to ex-boyfriend’s mother(mentioned in my first post) about the house she had lived in, and we realized that it was owned by the same people that owned my friend’s house. I did go by that house once, and when looking at it, I was overcome by this awful feeling. Have you ever felt pure evil? I had never felt that at the duplex, but looking at this house, I did. We drove away almost immediately, neither of us wanting to look at it any more. The story with that house is that, even though noone lives there, every time you walk by, if you comment on the house, you will see two old people walking through the yard. We didn’t see them when we went, but I do think I saw a shadow in the upstairs window. I didn’t think it was wierd until I later found out the house has been vacant for years. One more thing (I know this is dragging on), I have heard that the house belonged to a minister who killed his wife and son and buried them under the house. One of the men who later lived there found a piece of ministers clothing in the attic, which he kept, only to be plagued by voices and other things until he later burned it….E-mail me if you want; I would love to hear comments!