It started out like any other day, except for the fact that I finally was going to live on my own, in my own house. I found a house isolated in a forest, not another house for miles. I have been there before, looked it all over already, and it is really nice, it has a second story, an attic and a basement. It is my dream home, in the forest, no city noise, just me the outdoors.
My parents were tearing up when I was packing up, but I knew it was high time I set out on my own, I mean I'm twenty for god sakes. They tried to get me to stay they tried every trick in the book, including telling me it was haunted. I laughed and said, "Sorry Mom and Dad, but that's impossible no one has died there." They both insisted that it was true, but I kept pushing the thought away. I hated to see them like that, so as soon as my stuff was in the moving company's truck, I got in my car and went to my new house.
On the way to my new house my mind was a mixture of emotions, I was happy and excited to be on my own, but at the same time sad that I had to leave, but like I said I was 20 years old. I would have moved out last year, but there were no houses for sale that I liked. They were either a wreck or in the city, and I hate the city. My new home is two hours away from my parents. It was the closest one available, that I had any interest in. If there was a house that was closer to home, I may not be so conflicted. I wish that there had been, but why waste a ton of money on a place to live if you can't enjoy it?
I arrived at the house and saw that what little furniture I owned was already unpacked and arranged neatly for me. I knew the ad said that they were highly rated, but I didn't pay them to do this. "Maybe they were just being nice", I thought. I called the moving company to thank them they said they had done nothing of the sort, and that they left the boxes in the front room right in front of the door, because they heard strange noises when they were in the house. I dismissed the noise as the house settling, I assumed that one of them did it and didn't want me to have to pay extra for it. Then I just went on with my day.
It has been one week since I moved here, and I have been having increasingly worse nightmares. Every now and then I will think I hear footsteps or knocking on doors, but when I go to check it out, no one is there. I don't know if it's from lack of sleep, or if I'm going insane, but I am hoping it will pass. I do believe in ghosts, I always have, but I hope that this is not one of them; I hope that it is just from lack of sleep. After today though, I am starting to doubt that it is just me. I was going to do some dishes, but I had to take the trash out first and when I got back inside the dishes were gone. I looked for them, and I found them in the cabinet cleaned spotless and dried… If there is a ghost here at least it's a friendly one, or at least it seems that way.
I've been living here for two months now, and it seems that the activity hasn't even hit a high point yet, I'm not saying things have been calm either though. Every time I think I have seen the worst of it, it always proves me wrong. The other day I was writing in this journal, and I suddenly needed a drink, I heard a class hit the table hard. When I looked there was a class of water sitting on the table. This seems like a nice thing too, I know, but whatever this thing is has done some pretty wicked stuff too, and that makes me really skeptical of all the "nice" things it does for me, like the water, I poured it down the drain and got a coke from the fridge. I had all of the activity documented, and then it literally went up in flames.
I was asleep in my bed when I heard the sound of paper ripping, it was coming from the living room, as I went to investigate I saw the room light up bright red. I ran down the hall to find my journal tossed on the floor, I noticed that it looked a lot thinner, as I looked up I saw a ball of flaming paper floating in the air, and behind it was the spirit its self. It appeared to be an older male, he had no eyes, was missing his nose, and was missing an arm. He smiled at me in a sinister way and then the flames went out, and he vanished. I have never felt so frightened by anything in my life, I couldn't move. I have never felt a room change temperature that fast either, one second it was so hot that I could have roasted a marsh-mellow from ten feet away, and the next second it was so cold that the windows frosted over instantly.
I eventually got up the nerve to move, so I grabbed the journal and ran to my room. I looked at the clock and realized I had been standing in that bedroom for two whole hours! I knew I was there for a while, but that was way longer than what it felt like. I went back to sleep, if you can call it that, I was being woke up by "bumps in the night" all night long.
That was a couple of days ago, it was the roughest night of my life. I was glad I had the next day off from work. I slept all the way through to today. It was the first time I had slept here without nightmares, I was so relaxed that I almost didn't notice the red writing on the crisp white walls of the house a I went to get dressed for work. It read "YOU ARE NOT WELCOME!" There was more all the way to my room, some of it was ineligible but what I could read said, "THIS IS MY HOUSE!" "GET OUT!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it was too much to bare. I threw on my work uniform and went to work. When I returned, eight hours later, everything was spotless, I was astonished, speechless. I know what I saw, there was what I assumed was blood everywhere, but now… now it's like it never happened.
Today I fell asleep on the job, because of this tormenting ghost. Now it is bringing random objects in the house to life. Luckily my boss, Tucker, and I are at more of a friend level, than a boss to coworker level. Tom found me on the floor where I collapsed. He asked what was going on. He knew that it wasn't like me to do this. So I told him the truth, about everything. We were being quiet, but when you do this in the middle of a workplace, you get some ease-droppers, and sure enough Mike and Joe were up my backside all day about it. Tucker said that he would come over to see for himself tomorrow, and I would not be at all surprised if Mike and Joe show up too. I wouldn't refuse to let them in, I'm nice to people… no matter how annoying.
Well today was eventful to say the least. My boss came over and sure enough ten minutes later here come Mike and Joe. When I saw them they were looking through the window at Tom and me. I went to the door and I said, "… Well are you to "spies" coming in, or are you going to sit out here and freeze to death?"
"We'll come inside, and thanks, it was getting cold out there." , they both stated at the same time.
When we all went into the living room to get settled in, they complemented on how nice the house was, right as I was about to say thank you, a voice answered for me. It didn't sound like it came from a certain place, it seemed to emanate from the whole house, and it was by no means a whisper. The second they heard it they all jumped out of their seats, all but me, I was either too tired or too used to it. The funny part was seeing the annoying duo clinging to one another in fear. I laughed myself out of my chair, because it looked just like Shaggy and Scooby from that old cartoon Scooby Doo.
"What are you laughing at?" the duo asked, I hadn't realized it, but Tucker was laughing too. After we got to the point to where we could stop laughing at them, the room was dead silent. The eary silence broken about two minutes later suddenly we heard a door slam from the basement, I never went down there to look at it, I was always so paranoid about that place since the activity started up. The stagnant air was soon after filled with footsteps, sounded like a pair of boots. It started at almost a whisper's volume level, but they soon got louder, they were coming toward us. I ducked down behind my couch, the others did the same. It didn't do much good, suddenly when it sounded like the source of the sound were in the same room should have been in the room with us, the sound stopped. We all slowly rose to our feet we looked at each other for two seconds, and then BOOM! The couch exploded. Huge splinters and nails, along with fabric flew into the wall, and our shins like a frag grenade. If we would have stayed down we may have been killed. We all fell to the ground in pain, he finally appeared, as a pacing pitch black silhouette with those blood red eyes. "I told you to get out of my house, but instead you brought even more people in!" The dark mass was shouting so loud that we could not here ourselves scream. "I will warn you just this last time, GET OUT!" All fell silent, I got my cellphone and called to have an ambulance take us to the hospital, because there was so much shrapnel from the couch in our legs that we couldn't get up.
After the call I must have passed out, because I don't remember anything after doing so, it took them a whole day to take all of the shrapnel out, they said that they stopped counting after they reached one hundred foreign bodies from our legs Tucker is expected to make a full recovery, but sadly, even though they were annoying as hell, Joe died on the way to the hospital, from blood loss, a nail flew though his leg and cut an artery Mike wanted to be put under, so he wouldn't feel anything when they took the shrapnel out, and just never woke up. They held us for a week to be sure that there would be no infection. I am staying at Tucker's house, for now, I was going to go back to the house to get my journal, but it had somehow been mailed to Tucker's house. I am going to start researching the house's history today to see if anything unusual.
I was going through some newspaper clippings and came across some really interesting info on the house it was owned by World War 2 veteran, who went by the name of Brian. He went insane and thought he invented a machine that could make you live forever. Ironically he died strapped into the very device. The cause of his death was electrocution, but apparently he thinks it worked. I'm going to try and get a priest to cleanse my house as soon as I can.
I finally got a hold of a nearby priest and he, and I have decided tomorrow and the next day would be the best days to cleanse my home, the holiest days of the year, God will be with us the whole time on that day. I hope this works…
Well today is the day, the day that I just might get my house back. I would consider that my Christmas present, the best one ever. You could feel the air change as we entered the home. "There is something evil in here." The priest murmured to himself as he opened a black suitcase which contained several vials all labeled HOLY WATER, two crosses, rosary beads, and a Holy Bible. He pulled out the rosary bead necklace and put it on, then he got a vile of holy water and splashed some on the door way, then he put some on me in across formation, said a prayer and told me no matter what happens don't give it attention, ignore it, you must have faith in god. Once we start we can't quit, we have to finish the ceremony. I said that I understood and that I was ready.
So we walked around the house starting upstairs and working our way down he opened his bible, and repeated the same verse over and over while holding a cross out in front of him. I was in charge of the holy water splashing when I held the vile, I felt a feeling of warmness come over me; I couldn't resist the strong urge to smile. Each wall needed to be splashed, every doorway and window too.
We eventually had just the basement to do, and because it didn't do much to us the whole time I thought we were in for a doozy when we cleansed the basement. I was not ready for this, but no turning back now. We opened the door and for the first time I saw the basement of my house. In the back right corner of the room there was a glass dome with a huge coiling electric wire under metal mesh flooring. The room was so dense I felt like I could barely breath I Just wanted to get out, so I asked that we start right now the priest seemed to be in as much of a rush as me. So we started, and he told me to use the holy water on everything down here. I started with the door as he started the prayer.
The moment we started the activity erupted stuff was flying around the room, stuff was being thrown at us, and boxes that held files, old newspapers, and other papers went off like confetti cannons. It knew it was trapped in that room, and it wanted us out. At about mid-way through (two or three repetitions of the prayer) I got to the last wall, and was heading over to the device, but when I got there the most god forsaken sound came from it. There is no way to describe it. It was just down right unholy. As I went to splash some holy water on it switched on, and I realized what it was. That crazy Idiot made a door way for the most evil spirits, that's right, a portal to hell. I knew I needed to do something fast. By the sound of the priest's voice, he knew what it was too. I flung the whole vile at the devise. The bottle shattered and the holy water got on the machine and dripped down into the "doorway" itself it shot out blue flames and shut.
We waited a few moments, but there was only silence. "Is it over?" I asked nervously
"I believe so my son." He said
"Sorry if I caused you any trouble." I said
"Not at all my boy, it is all part of my job. You were the one in trouble." He replied smiling
"I guess I'll see you in church Sunday?" I asked
"I'll do you one better. If you are living here alone, would you like to join my family for Christmas dinner?" He proposed
Now that was an offer I couldn't pass up. I asked him what his name was as he was getting into his car and as he climbed in his car he replied Lucifer Jones. I'm not too sure if I want to go to that house now, but I guess if what we did today worked, then I will scratch it off as a simple coincidence.
I had the most peaceful night of my life after that ordeal. And Christmas dinner was fantastic! He has the nicest family ever. I had a fantastic time. Well I guess it's finally over, so I won't need this journal anymore. I'll keep it as a reminder of what I went through to keep this wonderful house.