The House On Eerie Street

I've always liked spooky, thrilling things like ghosts and vampires. I was one of those weird kids who wanted to watch rated R movies with my dad and play alone with an Ouija board to meet spirits. I dressed up as a ghost almost every year until I was 12, but I never thought I'd meet a real one. 

My husband and I were looking for a new house with our two kids, Cara and Jon. I was looking for an older home to redecorate, a lovely, cozy home in a nice neighborhood. It took a long time, but we found one. It was perfect, a nice backyard with a pool and 5 bedrooms. 

 About a month later, we pulled up to the house, and it was huge. Just the right amount of space for our family. Ironically, the ideal place for us to live was 1313 Eerie Lane. 

"Ooh, sounds spooky!" I said.

"Are you sure you want this? This house is apparently haunted. Other owners have had weird encounters with a so-called ghost," the realtor stated but reassured us it was just a joke.

"It's gorgeous! We'll take it." The encounters were probably just some annoying teenagers.

I didn't think anything of the weird address. I just wanted a house that could fit everyone and some guests. The outside had olive green vines growing against the house, with an old white fence around it, and the neighborhood was charming. Overall, our new home was beautiful and was where we wanted to live. Except I saw a mysterious figure pass by the mirrors. It was unusual, but I thought it was just someone's reflection.

Everything was fine for a few months until it started to get weird. On a Tuesday afternoon, the sun casts a golden glow over the rolling hills, painting the landscape in a warm, inviting light. I was cleaning my bathroom when I suddenly saw something in the mirror. I didn't think anything of it, so I went on with my tidying up. I felt a slight gust of wind go by and turned around, nothing. My husband usually gets home around 2:00. It was around 1:30 when I heard the door open downstairs.

"Home so soon; how was your day?" I uttered, and no response.

*Click, click, click*

I thought he had his earbuds in, so I didn't say anything else. My brain was focused on scrubbing the dirty shower. I understand he worked all day and was most likely ready to nap.

*Click, click, click*

"Oh gosh, you scared me!" I shouted, feeling his cold hand touch mine.

He slowly groaned, and I felt his hot breath on my neck. The door opened again, and I heard my husband again saying he was home.

Suddenly, my body froze. Who's touching my hand? Why was it so cold? I turned around briefly to see who or what was handling my hand. There was no one to be found. I saw a shadowy figure glide past my room.

"Was that? No, it couldn't be. They're not real," I thought to myself. I had never encountered any sort of paranormal activity, but this was surreal. Eventually, I ignored it and didn't think of it for the rest of the evening. 

As the sun began to set and darkness crept over the hills, an eerie silence fell upon the land. That night, I was tossing and turning in my bed, thinking what could've been that mysterious figure. Usually, I fall asleep in 5 minutes or so, but something was different. Something was wrong. My mind spun out of control, so I decided to go downstairs. 

The ancient floorboards groaned and shifted beneath my weight, sending shivers up my spine with every step. I felt a cold breeze on my skin in a flash. A noise that sounds like a whistle came from the basement. I was distracted by the basement's noise and musty smell and slowly walked down the main stairs. 

As I walked towards the door, a loud scratch was against the door. 

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

I opened the door, and something grabbed my leg; long, cold fingers pressed against my skin. I ran faster than the blink of an eye. What even was that? I thought, running towards the basement door.

"You shouldn't have come here," whispered something in the distance. Now I'm scared.

"Who...are you?" I spoke, my voice shaking with fear.

I keep seeing a figure in the shadows, but it disappears every time I try to get a closer look. My heart was pounding louder than thunder, and I ran back upstairs.

" We need to get out of here!" I whispered harshly. 

The kids ran into the room, saying they heard a child's laughter with nothing around. The realtor didn't tell us something: this house...was haunted.

"Mom, Dad, something's in the bathroom!" Jon shouted.

"Shh, we don't want it to find us, dummy," my daughter Cara announced sternly. 

"You both need to be quiet; we're gonna sleep in my room tonight, just to make sure."

We couldn't stay in one room; something was out there, and it didn't want us here. I quickly searched for a motel we could stay at until things were settled. 

"No, we're going to a motel; it's unsafe here," I exclaimed.

We packed our bags in 5 minutes, got in the car, and left. As we left the driveway, I saw a grey-looking child waving goodbye in the window with a conveying frown. The last time we went back was before the incident.

To this day, I never experienced anything like that again. We moved again, and I still wonder what that could've been. It could've been after my family. I think about it only if someone talks about a ghost or paranormal activity. 

My youngest, Jon, still hasn't been able to sleep in his room by himself. My daughter Cara has also developed some anxiety from it.

Looking back, that young child in the window looked lonely and scared. Maybe she was seeking help. I'll always wonder what happened to her before she passed or if she was dead or alive.