My California Hell Home

From: Kevin (())
Story type: Ghost
Location: CA USA
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Fri Apr  3 03:14:09 2009

Hi my names Kevin and I have a horrible true story to tell.

I moved to California early last year and moved out again early this year cause I coudn't take it. I moved there with a bunch of my friends we are all 20, 23 and 24 year olds so there was allot of parties going on allot.

Well the first thing happened during a party we were throwing. I had a headache that night so I didn't do much. I was up stairs in my room when the door opened by itself real slow. AT first I thought it was someone playing a joke when I realized it then slammed shut again from the inside. I was freaked out and stayed at the other side of my room. It was dark in there. Suddenly I heard scratching from under my bed, so I ran like hell out the door.

The next time something happened was when everyone was asleep. I woke up and it was really cold, I could kinda see my breath. Then suddenly, I couldn't move because I could literaly feel someone or something on top of my stomache. I could barely breath and suddenly my closet door swung open and there was a black figure standing there.

Then suddenly I heard a few things from my friends rooms and everything stopped.

I got up faster than I could, all I wanted to do was get out of my room.

I ran into my friends room next to me and he was on the floor looking kinda freaked. He said soemthing pushed him out of bed. We ran into our other friends room and he hadn't experienced anything. We told him what happened and he said all that happened was he heard my other friend fall out of bed. We checked around the room and nothing had happened.

The next day, my friend that hadn't experienced anything the past night, fled out of the house like there was no tomorrow. He had packed his bags and everything. He said that there was somthing in the house that doens't want us living there. He said that he saw *it* last night but didn't say what.

So for the rest of the time we lived in the house it was just me and my other friend.

Later that day, we were eating lunch in the kitchen and I felt someone grab my shoulder, I thought it was my friend so I turned around and there was no one there. A few minuets later, my friend went to the bathroom, and just seconds later came running back out with a hrrible look on his face. I ran in there and nothing was wrong. He came in with me and looked shocked. He said he walked in and there was water in the bath and a girl was sitting in there covered in blood!

We didn't want to stay there that night so we went to our friends new house (the one that use to live with us) Later that night we asked why he left so soon.

And this is exactly what he told us. After we woke him up asking him if anything has happened he went back to sleep. And then woke up in the middle of the night to see at least 5 black figures standing around his bed. He could barely breath and they got closer and closer until they disapeared into the bed. In the morning he packed his bags and left.

So me and my other friend went home the next morning. When we opened the door we got the shock of our life. There was a massive hole in the back wall. And inside of the wall was a bunch of old photos. The photos were blury but on the back were suicide notes that dated back to the 1600's.

As months went on we were both being attacked in the middle of the night and seeing things during the day, we never invited anyone over in fear of them being hurt.

On December last year was when it got bad. It was around 8:00PM and I was fixing my hair in the mirror (its kinda long) I moved the mirror a bit and saw a black figure behind me. I turned around and there was nothing there. About an hour later is when it got to the worse stage of the haunting.

We were both upstairs watching T.V and we heard a crash downstairs in the kitchen. We ran downstairs which baseball bats. And froze when we walked into the kitchen. We dropped out bats as soon as we saw it. A black figure in the form on a man. Gray eyes and no face parts. It looked like it was wearing a cape of some sort. We ran like hell back up stairs and hid inside my closet, it was the smallest so there was less chance of anything being in there with us. It got freezing and footsteps started coming upstairs. Suddenly the doors from each room slammed open one by one, when it got to my room, the footsteps stopped outside it and the door blew open. The foorsteps walked in. I looked through the crack in the closet (more like a little hole) and the figure was staring at me! I could only see one of its eyes. I freaked and fell backwards. The door knob started to turn and and we freaked out. The door then opened and there was nothing there.

We slowly walked out and everything was normal. The next few weeks, we heard crashes downstairs when nothing had happened and we kept seeing a man in the mirror. After that we moved out. We even told our friend who use to live there and he said he was glad he moved out early.

Since then it has given me nightmares.

Thanks for reading and sorry for how long it is.