Lights On/Lights Off

From: julie scott [kissmet@eisa.net.au]
Sent: Monday, December 06, 1999 9:07 PM
Subject: Lights On/Lights off

I don't know if you want to use this or not but I had a brief experience one night that the story Help! This is a true story reminded me of.

I was at home alone and having a bath when I heard the back door open and close and footsteps going through the kitchen (the bathroom was next to the kitchen). Thinking it was my brother coming home I yelled out I was in the bath. I got no response. Feeling a bit spooked I finished my bath and got dressed. It was about 8pm. The first thing I did was check the back door which surprise surprise was still locked. Not feeling to happy about staying at home by myself I decided to give my mum a call and spend the night at her place. I tried ringing her four times on the house phone and kept getting the engaged single. I finally tried her on my mobile and got through straight away. She told me she hadn't been on the phone! I told her that I was on my way.

Needless to say I had turned all the lights on in the house (as you do), and I just had a horrible, scary feeling that I was not alone and whatever was 'with me' was not there in 'good spirits'.

I started at the back of the house and started turning all the lights off as I went. I locked up the front door and got into my car. The really scary part of the whole experience was when I looked back at the house as I reversed out of the driveway and saw the lounge room, kitchen, front bedroom and porch light were all on, and I swear to this day I saw the front door close (even though I had shut and locked it before I left).

I got to my mum's house and realized I had left my cat locked inside the house and I had to go back and let him out. I dragged mum out almost killed us on the drive to the house because I was still freaking out. We arrived at my place to find the lights all out so we went inside to find the cat who was hiding under my bed. I took him the the back door which to my absolute horror was wide open.

Needless to say I never stayed in the house alone again and moved out shortly after. But one thing that still stays with me is the feeling not so much evil but badness that I felt when ever I was in that house.