For
starters, the house itself was unusual.
It was
haunted.
No
really. It was.
I don’t
normally believe in phenomena like this but I experienced it myself.
I know what
I know.
The
reconverted barn had reconverted ghosts.
You became
the victim of its wrath if you fell asleep in its room.
Usually it
struck (if that’s the right term for it) at 1 in the morning. Then sharpened bony fingers would grip your
shoulder and hold on tight until you woke up in a fright. (I always thought of it as a he, but
it could very well have been a she.
I mean why not?)
This “thing”
whatever, was not friendly. Its physical
language was aggressive, clearly saying, “get out, you’re in my territory!”
Besides me,
it appeared to both my brothers, and a friend of ours who knew nothing about what
happened in that room, but slept there as a guest one unfortunate night for
him.
Because it
was now a house and no longer a barn, it took on the hybrid effects of
both. So, it had a hayloft with real
hay, and a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, a den (property of the
aforementioned spirit), and a large platform-like second floor landing from
which you could see all nearby doorways to all nearby rooms.
So that’s
how I knew for sure that it was this “thing” again, when it rattled the
doorknob to the kitchen, yet no one was there.
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