In 1987, my family moved into a secluded country house in North Carolina. Located down a long dirt path with neighbors a few miles away, it was a uniquely renovated home that was once utilized as a nursing facility. The former owner also farmed on the many acres of land surrounding the property. Since his passing, the land had been rented out to other local farmers. When my family moved in, the house had four bedrooms, including a downstairs bedroom near the closed in patio, two full baths, kitchen, dining room, laundry room and family room. It also had three storage sheds outside, including a really big white garage with a concrete floor and pad in front of garage doors. It was spacious with a huge yard, a few giant trees and even a vintage metal glider near a plum tree.
While moving in, strange things started happening immediately. One of my brothers was sitting on the sofa trying to catch a quick break before unpacking more boxes when a snake crawls from underneath the sofa near his feet. He jumps onto the sofa, screaming for our father who rushes in and is able to remove the snake. After that, things started disappearing and reappearing in odd places, like a missing shoe was found on the kitchen counter or a cassette tape found in the kitchen cupboard. Strange sounds would come from the vents and certain areas as well as doors or drawers opening and closing by themselves. Sometimes I would hear whispers and assume it was my parents having a private conversation in their bedroom but upon peeping in, I'd find the room empty. I would even sometimes hear wind whistling in my bedroom, but the window is closed and no wind blowing outside. It was unsettling. I would get an uneasy feeling like being watched at times too.
One night I was abruptly awakened out of my sleep by loud weeping sounds. I looked to find a lady sitting at the foot of my bed with her back facing me. She was wearing a blue robe with rollers in her hair. I thought it was my mom, so I called out to her. She stopped crying and it got very quiet. I was waiting for her to turn around, but she never did. So, I figured that she just didn't want to talk. I laid my head down and went back to sleep. The next day when my mom woke up for school, I asked her why was she crying in my room last night? Did something bag happen? Did someone die? Did she and my dad have an argument or something? What? She was baffled and let me know that nothing was wrong. Nothing had happened, my dad was working third shift and not even home. So, there was no argument, and she was sound asleep in her bed all night. I didn't believe her of course. I even told her what she was wearing, a blue robe and hair rollers. She denied owning a blue robe and showed me her closet as proof. I wasn't my mom, but I wasn't dreaming either.
My favorite aunt passed away suddenly a few weeks before the incident and I took it very hard. I remember one afternoon; my dad and his surviving siblings were sharing stories about their beloved late sister in the dining area. I was in the kitchen getting a soda and overheard in the conversation how my aunt had on a blue robe with hair rollers in her head when visiting her at her home one evening. I then realized that I may have seen my auntie's spirit that night. I was too afraid to say anything to them. I just walked to my room and sat quietly, wondering why she came to see me? Also, why was she crying so? Was she mourning her own death? I just let it go, especially since I never saw the spirit again.
As time went on, my mom grew very ill, having surgery after surgery. While she was resting during recovery at home, she awakened in the night to find these demon dogs with red eyes walking on hind legs around her bed, growling at her. She screamed loudly waking up the entire house and we all ran to see if she was okay. My dad simply assured us that all was fine, she was just having a nightmare and sent us kids back to bed. I believed my mom was awake like she later claimed. It wasn't long after that incident that my mom called the Pastor and an elder of the church to pray and bless the house. Mom soon fully recovered, and things were normal after that. Well, for a little while anyway!
We lived in that house for 8 years, moving in 1995, the summer I graduated from high school.
*In 2002, I drove down to the old home spot, taking a friend who was visiting from New York. It was after 9pm and was pitch black dark. I pulled into the driveway with my bright beams on so we could see the house. While sitting and sharing a few stories, a dark shadowy figure appeared in front of the house near the porch and started moving towards us. My friend was so frightened and yelled for me to back the car out. I did so and the figure started moving closer faster. As I backed out, I hurriedly put the car in drive and sped off on that dirt road not looking back. However, my friend did, and he saw the figure following my car, keeping up with us. It finally vanished as I reached the highway leaving the dirt road and apparition behind. I never went back to the house.
Other experiences we had while living there (1987-1995):
- My older brother would awaken into these fatal asthma attacks after dreaming that he was being suffocated by some unknown force.
- There were times when we'd hear a knock on the door but upon opening it, there was no one there. This happened even when other relatives visited.
- While I played outside near the plum tree, I would see an old lady on the metal glider out of the corner of my eye. When I turned to look, the lady had vanished, but the glider was moving as if someone had just gotten off of it. There was no wind blowing.
- One day while my mom was getting dressed for work, she heard someone using the bathroom and flushed the toilet. She walked closer expecting to find someone walking out, but the door was wide open and the bathroom completely empty. There was no way anyone could have come out without walking pass her. She soon realized that she was the only one home at the time. My brothers and I were already off to school and my dad hadn't gotten home yet from working overtime hours on third shift.
A metal glider similar to the one near the plum tree.
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