Read part 1 of the haunted house saga that now seems to be my life here. (Sorry if this update is a little lengthy, a lot has happened!)
So it's been a little while since my original post, and honestly it's just because nothing super out of the ordinary (besides the same weird stuff that has always gone on in this house) has happened. Until about a week ago.
After not speaking to my roommate for almost a month, last week she surprised me by bringing home a guest one afternoon. This was strange because first of all, I hadn't even seen her leave the house in forever, let alone hang out with any friends or bring someone home. Second of all, she spoke to me and actually seemed like her normal, friendly self that I had once been so close with.
"Hi!" she greeted me cheerfully, and I'm a generally happy person as well so I greeted her happily right back instead of expressing the confusion I felt inside at this change in behavior.
"Hey! What's up?" It was as if nothing weird had ever happened.
"This is my friend from church, he's gonna take a look around our house," she informed me.
"Oh, what for?" I asked.
They both then proceeded to explain to me that apparently, this fellow was gifted with the ability to be able to see angels and demons. She had told him that she suspected some weird things were happening in the house, so he asked to come see it for himself. All of the sudden this made total sense to my brain, and I was just thinking like Oh! Yes! This is a great idea because yes our house is clearly haunted and I'm not sure why I'm just realizing this now! And I know I should be scared for once but nope I'm just gonna go back to doing whatever it was I was doing on my laptop!
This was my thought process. The initial weirdness of her speaking to me and acting normal had vanished, the fact that she had even TOLD anyone at all about the house period did not occur as shocking to me until much later, and honestly someone commenting on the fact that our house is probably haunted felt as normal to my brain as saying the house had three bathrooms.
This is how far gone I had gotten.
After walking from room to room for about half an hour, my roommate and her friend came back into the living room. He looked really nervous and his eyes were constantly darting around the room, as if he was waiting for something to jump out at him. This didn't strike me as strange (surprise, surprise) until his next few sentences.
"So, there are a few things going on in this house," he told us.
He then proceeded to describe everything strange that had been happening in the house in great detail. The candles, the keys jangling, everything. Apparently there was a spirit that lived throughout the entire house that seemed to be friendly but mischievous. But it was the next thing that he said directly just to me that finally shook me out of my stupor.
"There's a presence in your room," he told me very slowly. "It's a very ancient demon that doesn't speak any English. He's completely drawn into himself, sort of like he's shrouded, so it's hard for me tell whether he's violent or benign. It's... honestly hard to say whether or not he could attempt to harm you in the future. But he might make his presence known through visions or dreams. I would suggest being EXTREMELY wary of him."
I didn't know what to say. My whole body froze and I felt in shock. I barely heard the next thing he said, but looking back I remember it was supposed to be the scariest thing he did say and it was directed at my roommate. Apparently, there was a truly evil presence in the house that resided in my roommate's room. In fact, it lived under the bed and never moved anywhere else. This would explain her negativity the past few months and extreme change in behavior. The demon sucked out all of her positive energy and replaced it with horrible thoughts and feelings.
Before anyone could react or say anything more, I snapped out of my shock and felt only anger. I asked to speak to my roommate privately and went off on her on how shitty it was for her to mess with me like that, and obviously she told everything that had been happening to her friend and that this was some kind of sick joke. She promised me that she never told him anything, just a vague comment on weirdness in the house. This went on for a good ten minutes until I said something about her telling him about my dreams and her denying it that I realized that she was right. I never told anyone, especially her, about my dreams, so where would he have gotten the information about the creature in my bedroom?
I felt a chill go up my entire body. For the first time since moving to Charleston, I felt real fear.
After assuring her that I believed them now, we went back to the living room and the friend told us that if we don't leave now, my roommate had to at least not sleep in her bed anymore and use her room as little as possible. She opted to sleep on the couch that night, and although the thought of returning to my room after what I now knew, I slept in my room. I honestly don't remember my dream that night, but I'm sure it was the same one I had every night before that.
I would also like to thank everyone who commented on my last post. Even if you didn't say much just taking the time to read my story and putting in your two cents felt like a huge help by just being there for me. A couple people urged me that it was very important to tell someone at my church about it, and someone even suggested I show my post if I felt unable to say something like I had been before. The next day at work, I did just that and sent the story to our pastor. After he read it I was able to inform him on what my roommate's friend told us, and he agreed to come by later that day to bless the house with us.
He came home with me and we walked all around the house, taking extra time in both mine and my roommate's bedroom. We even walked around the whole outside as well. Also, I forgot to mention before (because it seemed unimportant at the time) that I usually heard scratching on my window, especially at night. I always assumed it was a tree blowing in the wind, but I had never seen this tree because to be honest we never really went into our backyard. It was kind of gross and didn't really have grass, plus there was a run down trailer that belonged to our landlord that sometimes homeless people would attempt to squat in. It made me nervous so I stayed away from it.
So as we walked around the house, I realized something terrifying. There was my window, but there was no tree outside of it. There wasn't anything anywhere near it that could possibly scratch against it at any time at all. Awesome.
After the blessing, I felt noticeably lighter. Like in my body and mind. It was as if I had been living in fog for the longest time without even noticing it, and the fog was now lifted. I thanked my pastor and prayed that this was the end of our troubles.
It wasn't.
That night, I had the dream again, only this time it was different. Instead of it starting out as a theater anxiety dream, it went right into seeing the hooded figure standing behind me whispering in my ear. But this time, another apparition stood behind me next to it. To be honest, I can't really remember what it looked like, but it was menacing and I guess I would say I remember it most closely resembling the man in the famous painting "The Scream." Only much more terrifying and definitely evil. He didn't whisper at me, only stood there staring at me in the mirror. And then very quickly, he struck me over the head and I guess I passed out in the dream which then woke me up in real life.
The first thing I noticed is that my closet and bedroom door were both open, and I knew I definitely closed them the night before. I also heard crying. I very quickly and cautiously jumped out of bed to see my roommate in the fetal position on the floor outside of my bedroom crying hysterically.
After I finally calmed her down, she said only a few words to me. "He's not under the bed anymore." She pointed behind me towards the stairs, so I decided to venture down them. The first thing I saw was that the front door was wide open. Once again, every candle in the house was lit. There were candles everywhere, ones I didn't even know that we owned. The door to the backyard was also open, and so was our refrigerator. Before I could react, the front door slammed shut and every candle went out. Okay, NOPE time to leave.
I moved at lightning speed and packed some clothes and important items into a duffel bag. I practically had to scream at my roommate for her to get up and do the same, and in under ten minutes we were out of there.
We checked into a hotel in town for the time being, and when I made sure that she was absolutely okay to be alone, I went to work to find my pastor. To my surprise, he had called in sick to work that day and wasn't answering my calls. I decided to just have a normal work day to try to calm down and be productive. I technically wasn't supposed to work that day, but I needed to do something.
I was extremely nervous when I went back to the hotel that evening, but thankfully my roommate was just chilling in our room watching TV. She seemed okay and even greeted me when I entered. We spent the night watching a movie and I told her that my pastor was sick that day. We agreed to use tomorrow to figure out what our next step would be.
After going to sleep, I woke up at around four in the morning to see my roommate not only awake, but sitting at the edge of her bed, unmoving. I groggily asked her if she was okay, and she nodded slowly. Five seconds later, she said, "Yes." It was dark, but it almost looked as if her mouth didn't match her words, sort of like a video that has its sound out of sync. Honestly though, I was so tired and still half asleep that I just rolled over and fell back asleep. And although there probably was nothing I could have done, I still regret this.
The next morning, she was gone. Her bed was made, her stuff was gone, and there was no trace of her. The front desk told me that she checked herself out early that morning. I had driven us there, and my car was still in the lot. Her phone was off when I tried to call her.
She's been missing since. The police have been notified and a missing persons report has been filed. Her car is still at our place, so wherever she went she did not drive herself. I've been staying at a friend's house this past week. The pastor has been sick with the stomach flu all week after it started the night he blessed our house.
I'm honestly fearing the worst, you guys. What could have possibly happened to her?
The only good thing that has come out of this week: I can finally feel fear again.
Submitted January 20, 2015 at 02:09PM by itsrogeroo http://ift.tt/1C0wVIi nosleep
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