THE FOLLOWING is the retelling of actual events - however - it includes one important detail I left out before; left out because it was at the time too hard a thing to relate. Now I get it out - and as Ripley's says "Believe it or not!".
PART 1: "The Awakening"
When I was about 18, we moved in a two story house. There was nothing sinister or evilish about it. Just a quaint little house of around thirty years old perhaps. White slab bricks, yellowed with time bordered the house halfway up, the rest of it siding. An old workshop sit around back, along side a well house and butane tank.
After a couple of months however, the quaint little house began showing some disturbing signs. My parents would wake me up in the middle of the night to find out what all the ruckus was about and just who the blue hades I had in my room! Bewildered I let them look around. They way they explained it was, it sounded like I had gone off my nut and trashed the windows, the furniture - and speaking with at least two other people, one a female voice. Nothing was ever out of sorts and as for any people, I simply didn't have guests in my room at night.
I had began to think it was the parents who had lost their minds. That is until one day I was home alone, downstairs and all hell broke loose upstairs in my bedroom. It sounded like a biker gang had gotten drunk and was tearing the place down - From My Room! Once up the stairs and in front of the door, it stopped. Just stopped! As if someone removed the needle from a sound effects record - just that abruptly - came to an end. Opening the door, everything was in its place.
We never discussed this with others. They would have labeled us nut cases. So we just either discussed it among ourselves or not at all. All logical possibilities were looked at, with no clear answers. There was nothing to account for the voices, the sounds of trashing the room.., nothing. It wasn't even a matter of being schizophrenic - no one heard voices in their head - just always from one room. MINE! And it was not dependent on my being present.
At some point, I guess whatever it was in my room figured we were getting too complacent, to comfortable with the activities which would happen sometimes once a month, occasionally two or three times a week. A plague of red wasps now become a part of the scene - and trust me - walking into your bedroom filled with literally scores of red wasps buzzing around would raise the hairs on your neck in a heartbeat.
In the dead of winter these wasps started showing up with no visual signs of entry. Hundreds of them. There was a trace odor, a sour, sickly smell associated with them. Once they were killed and disposed of, the smell was gone as well. Since all this activity centered on my room - the folks were wondering if I had gotten involved with a cult or something. While no one actually voiced it to me, I could hear the murmuring. Hey, I would have thought the same thing had it been another member of the family who had this stuff going on around them or in their room.
One fall, my brother, his wife and two daughters came down for the weekend. Their youngest daughter was an adorable three months old and cute as a bugs ear infant. Of course I've never seen a bug's ear so I just take people's word for it. Alia, the oldest was about four I guess, and she was destined for crushing many a young boy's heart.., a real cutie. At this time, thankfully, the activity seemed to subside, and we had hoped it was done. No one even discussed these things with my big brother - to my knowledge. We quietly hoped nothing would happen during their weekend stay.
Richard and his wife Emily arrived Friday and all was well until Saturday night. Something new and very different took place. A shift in tactics from this sinister force that inhabitant of my room. Everyone was talking and laughing downstairs in the living room, having a great time of it. My little brother Marvin was playing with the oldest daughter, Alia. For some reason I had thought of some new cool gizmo I recently purchased and just had to show my brother. Excusing myself, I raced up stairs to fetch it for all to see.
At the door, I found it was blocked. Something wedged behind it. From the way it felt, you'd of thought something weighing a couple hundred pounds was blocking the bedroom door. At first I thought I'd give it a hard and fast heave-ho, then reconsidered. It could be something I don't want broken. How something could have fallen or even what could have fallen to block the door was a bit of a curiosity. I gave a steady, smooth push - it gave and moved just far enough I could squeeze through.
I reached out and flipped the light switch on and looked behind the door. My baby niece, Sissy, lay on a blanket sleeping. This was odd in that; how did my sister in law manage to place the baby behind my door!? 'Emily would have told me she was putting Sissy in my room', I thought. Surely a baby's weight couldn't give that much resistance to the door.
I was about to dismiss the whole thing when it dawned on me, Sissy looked ashen gray! On closer inspection, she was not breathing and her eyes were rolled up in her head. Panic was setting in - but I paused long enough to feel her face and forehead. Sissy's skin was soft, cold and clammy..., In my mind I knew my precious baby niece was dead! I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest, tears welled up in my eyes....
In a panic, I rushed down stairs to get help.., and at the foot of the stairs I stood there trying to yell, scream, talk, anything - nothing was coming out.., I knew I had to calm down and fast but for the moment all I could do was look at everyone in the living room. Richard asked, "Whats wrong with you?"
I couldn't get anything out and frustration built along with my sense of urgency..., suddenly..., I noticed something mind blowing. I couldn't to believe my eyes. There was my sister in law in the rocking chair, rocking Sissy safely in her arms. I looked toward the stairs and back in total disbelief.
"Dave! Whats wrong with you?" Richard asked again, this time starting to get a little concerned, "Are you horsing around?". My mind was racing a million and one miles an hour. I knew he'd think I was cracked up or on drugs if I said anything about what I saw at this stage..., and I found my voice, finally! "Uhm, yeah.., Just playing around bro."
"Good. For a minute there I thought you seen a ghost", Richard laughed. If this had been a movie, that would have been the humor scene. But it wasn't a movie, it was all too real. "I'll be right back", I stated and rushed back up stairs to my room. Whatever it was I had touched and felt.., that cold and clammy flesh was gone! No blanket, no dead baby, nothing was there. Not even so much as a doll to mistake for a dead baby. I felt really sick.
The remainder of the weekend was without incident and I never said a word, and my brother and his family was non the wiser - however - the end of these insidious occurrences was due for an abrupt end within the next week or so.
AND THATS - the way it was. Believe it or not. It happened. AND.., be sure there is no punch line. The names were the only things changed for obvious reasons, but thats all. Why events like these happen to some people and not others is a question that remains unanswered. Not everything that goes "bump in the night" is anything more than that - but sometimes, just sometimes, its much more.
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