Up to this point, I had been in denial of what was going on in house. This was despite feeling the heaviness, the anxiety, & for the lack of a better phrase-the knowing. I'd been trying to find a logical explanation for everything. It was about to change and logic would not be the answer.
I am office & work out of the house. My office is in the basement. It's like a dungeon; no walk out and 3 window wells that only provide light without a view. It's not the most comfortable place to work, let alone being down there. I hadn't heard or seen anything. Nothing had every happened to me, other than the heaviness or anxiety I had felt at certain times. Up to now, I'd pretty much been left alone.
On one winter's night, that all changed. Jennifer & the girls weren't home, it was just me. I was taking advantage of this and was working late down in my basement office. I only had few lights on; the one in my office area and the one by the stairway along with the stairway light. Our basement is always warm because our heater boiler is down there. So, I'm wearing shorts, a t-shirt and I think flip flops.
As I was finishing up my work, the printer behind me started spitting out paper. I had not printed anything, there was nothing in the queue, and I had never had any problems with it before. I didn't think much of it and took it as a sign to call it a day. I turned it off to stop the paper feed however, it keep going. I thought that it was just some kind of power surge or back up and decided to just unplug it.
As I walked over to the outlet, I was beginning to sense something heavy. The anxiety hit me like a wave and as I reached down I heard it...a blood curdling scream of a woman. It was loud, very loud. Like she was right behind. I had a rush of emotions, I was scared beyond belief. The basement walls felt like they were closing in on me. I had to get the hell out of there. I didn't pass "Go", I didn't collect $200, and just made a straight line out of there.
I didn't stop after I got of the basement. I didn't want to be in the house alone. I got the hell out. I went outside and sat on the deck. It was freezing but I didn't care, I just didn't want to be in the house. I sat out there until Jennifer & the girls got home which was over an hour.
When they got home, Jennifer could tell by the look on my face that something had happened. Once I told her, I could see the fear in her face. If you watched the show, you know that my wife is not only a strong woman but a comforting one. It was her comfort and love that finally calmed me down.
What happened to me was a wake up call, a prelude of things to come. It was out in the open and I had no choice but to believe. However, we didn't know what it was or how to deal with it. We didn't know where to start. This was the beginning of more sinister things to come. Wickedness had arrived and it was about to get ugly.
This is our ghost story from the beginning to where we are now. Thanks to help of Amy Allan and Steve DiSchiavi, along with the rest of The Dead Files, we are able to live a somewhat normal life.
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Can you hear me now!!!!
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