Unknown Presence

From: Gretchen (Belablnde828@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Colorado
Source: Form Submission

My house has always been a scary place. It is not very old, but it is steeped with mystery nonetheless. Firstly, my home is in a very well to do area, the homes are expensive and there is an extensive waiting list to get in. So I found it very odd that the house was very available and very cheap. I had spoken with a few neighbors about my home, I was curious as to their response. The home had been vacant for over two years with a few families occuping it for a month or two and then abruptly leaving with no explanation. Not good news to an adolescent girl who had watched way too many horror flicks, but things didn't really get weird until college.

Certain events had happend in highschool but they soon became common place. The timer on the stove would go off around 3 am. This timer took force to set off and the furthest in advance it could be set off was an hour. Tired of being woken up we put duct tape on the switch... sometimes the tape would be torn off in the morning. My friends had thought I was behind them an no one was there, volume changing on TV's, blue lights wandering through the front halls, the classics. But when I got back from college is when things get scary and fast.

My roomate and I had discussed my house. She sensed the same "presence" in the same area, and both of us felt like... it could be worse than a ghost. Black marks would appear on the walls. The buzzer still went off, and the stove (and only the stove) suddenly became infested with mice. Mice were not present anywhere else in the house. My mom and were in the kitchen talking when a heard a shaking noise. My mom thinks I'm paranoid and pays no attention to my paranormal ramblings. A large vase filled with flowers shook again, I saw it and my mother asked what the noise was. I pointed to the vase, it shook again and even my mother was scared this time. She said a mouse probably crawled into vase. I took it outside to empty it, no mouse.

Meanwhile the presence in my room got stronger, it felt as though someone was staring me in the face. I would sleep in the TV room and meander into my bedroom once it got a little bit light outside. It was 6 am, I got into bed, closed my eyes... something was breathing on my face. I could hear the low gasps, the wet and sticky breath of the unknown. I opened my eyes.. nothing was there. Then I heard footsteps running back and forth across my floor. Needless to say, I'm not just afraid of the dark anymore.