Okay, so a little backstory is in order.
I live in Alaska, fairly removed from any of the “large” Alaskan cities that exist. My friends and neighbors are all somewhat far away from where I reside, though everyone in this region is somewhat apart from the rest. At least when you don’t live “in town”. In between every house is football fields of trees. There’s usually only one little road (more like path) to each house, all of them being just dirt roads. This makes it especially difficult to travel when it is winter time, as the only thing that allows you to determine what is road and what is not is the thick forest that forms a near barrier on either side of the roads. You are literally driving in the middle of the forest.
So, here’s the actual story.
It begins midway through the winter season. I was in high school and my parents both worked out of town a lot, my father being in the military and often going on long trips, though he was never able to tell what they were. I still don’t know what he does for a living, he’s not able to tell me. My mother works in management of a large international business and has to travel around the world meetings and conferences, though Skype is now beginning to become the new method for such activities. Anyway, I digress.
I was hired by my father’s coworker, at least he says, to watch over his house while he’s away too. Basically I come over, check it out, stay for awhile and he said I could use his PlayStation 3 (when it was still the best PlayStation) while I watched over the house. I did this for what I think was the first week and a half of break before the visit in question.
The drive over there went fine, no hitting the trees along the roads or getting stuck in the snow. I went inside his big wood cabin after parking in his garage that was separate and apart from the house and noticed nothing off, nothing unusual. Complete and utter silence. I went through my normal routine. Checking the guest bedrooms which were downstairs and the bathroom. I checked upstairs in the weight room, then his bedroom, then the walk in closet, then his bathroom. Nothing off. I went downstairs and sat on the couch after starting up the fireplace to warm up the house (another thing I was asked to do) and turned on the PS3.
I’m not sure how longed I played before the door was unlocked and opened but it probably wasn’t very long. I turned my head to where I soon would be able to see who it was and, to my relief, it was my father’s friend/coworker. We chatted about how everything is going and if anything odd has been happening. I of course tell him my honest opinion based on my observations and he says he’ll only be here for a bit, just needs to grab a few things. I didn’t ask what, I only saw him disappear into one of the back rooms.
Once he came back he was bringing a few bags with him and said he’ll be back in a few days. Not a second later he opened back up the door and asked me why I left the side garage door open. I utter, “Uhh…” before looking out the window and saw the door indeed open. I told him that I didn’t remember doing it and he said he wasn’t upset, was just wondering if there was a reason. I watched him go out and close it before waving back at me one last time before leaving again in his large dark blue truck.
I remember how puzzled I was while I played on the PS3. I could not remember opening that door, let alone leaving it open. I remember how I went through the garage door and jumped over the motion sensor after hitting the close button, allowing it to close without impediment. After not being able to come up with an explanation that made any sense to me, I resigned the thought.
After some time I was beginning to get ready to head back to my parent’s house. I checked everything ONE last time before grabbing the remote to turn off the PS3. I turned down the volume and once it got really low I could hear a faint knocking. The most quiet knock I’ve ever heard. It was like a baby tapping a blanket almost, it was so insignificant yet I was taken aback.
There’s nobody here to make a knocking sound. Nobody. I just sat there for a bit, listening to a pattern of knocking that if I wasn’t paying close attention, I never would have heard it. It could have been passed off as just some random house sounds, but it wasn’t really a continuous bump, bump, bump. It was like a bump-bump, bump, bump-bump. Eventually I found the courage to go and check it out. I scared though, as the sound was coming from down the hall, and no refrigerator or anything like that was there to make that sound.
As I walked down the hall the sound grew less faint and more distinct. It definitely was not any machine or “house noise”. The sound reached a peak and began to grow more faint, so I backed up and faced a door that I had already checked earlier. It was the door to the laundry room and crawl space, and at the end of that was the backdoor. I looked at the bottom of the door and even though there was carpet, you could see whether or not the light was on in the room. It was sort of hard to tell, so I got down on the floor and looked underneath the door. It was clear then that the light was off. I opened the door and quickly turned on the lights and saw only an empty room. I stayed still and listened. And guess what. No. Fucking. Sound.
I got angry, but I’m not the type to yell and throw a fit when I’m angry, I go quiet and my senses increase. I backed out of the room, staring at the hatch to the crawl space and back to the backdoor. I turned off the lights and closed the door I came through and stood in front of it, silent. I listened for what felt like hours. No sound. I had this feeling in my stomach that was utter fear and went and stood around the side of the TV and that big wooden frame that it rested in. I could see above the TV screen and I believed this was the best spot to think. I felt SOMEONE’s presence in that room. It’s unmistakable. You just know when there’s somebody in the room with you, or just around the corner. There’s a feeling, a sort of distortion in the “energy”. I felt it times ten thousand.
I stood there, silently. Watching. Waiting. I was waiting for someone to come out, nothing. Nothing at all. Eventually I came back from around the TV and I just up and left. It was dark then. I ran across the snow covered yard in my snow boots and opened up the garage door with the password code that rested on the side of the garage and got into my car, drove out, tapped the button to close the garage (I had to go BACK inside of the garage) and drove off. It felt like ten seconds, but it must have been two or three minutes. I had my head on a swivel the whole time, worried someone would be following me or WORSE, in the car. I didn’t have time to check it before I left. FUCK FUCK FUCK was my thoughts. Is this it? Is this really it?
I got home fine and checked my car to find nothing and nobody. I called my dad’s friend and told him about the situation and he barely said a word. All he said was that he’d be there tomorrow to come check it out. The fact that he was so willing and concerned about the incident gave me reason to believe something or somebody was there.
He told me to meet him at his house tomorrow around noon and I was there and we both examined the house. Nothing weird, nothing noticeable. BUT, when we examined the outside of the house, that’s a different story. As we made our way around the back side of the house, we saw foot prints around the back door and leading off in multiple directions. He looked at me and didn’t even ask if they were mine, he just looked at them and then the doorknob. Nothing was physically wrong with it, it was still locked, but those footprints…why? How? Who would sit there and knock at the door? What was the intent? I doubt I’ll ever know, but damn. It sure scared the living shit out of me.
Anyway, he stayed back at his house for two days before we decided it was okay for me to stay and watch it again. Nothing else happened, but we have zero explanation for those footprints and honestly, it might have been nothing. Maybe no harm was intended. But that’s certainly not what I think was the case, but we’ll never know.
Submitted January 09, 2016 at 02:34AM by toska13 http://ift.tt/1K3hCzH LetsNotMeet
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