They’re in my wall

When I first looked at this place the owner looked back into the woods as he unlocked the door. It wasn’t a glance to look at the scenery, more of a “should I hurry and unlock this door” kind of look. You can tell when someone knows something. The place gave off a hollow silence waiting to be awaken. It felt like someone was there or had just been there. Two and a half years later and everything I’ve encountered here tells me I was correct remembering the look he gave into the woods.

My bedroom sits next to the bathroom. The rooms share the wall where my headboard was situated. The first few weeks the new sounds took a while to get use to. Watching TV one night, my head was against the headboard. The first few thumps I blew off as the TV. After a while it sounded like a hallway inside the wall. I pressed my ear up to it. That’s exactly what I was hearing. A busy hallway inside the wall. Echo’s of walking and doors shutting. I examined the wall between the rooms. In the bathroom is a wall heater, in the bedroom is an outlet. No plumbing or air ducts or anything that would give off obvious sounds. The tub is metal, it shouldn’t be flexing like fiberglass or plastic surrounds. At times it would sound like there’s someone right up against the wall with me. I would knock and all the sounds would come to a halt. Slowly they would pick back up to the steady pace they normally are.

A few months ago I moved my bed to the opposite wall just so I could face the doorway out into the hall. Occasionally I could hear sounds in the wall if I laid still enough. Friday morning I was slowly getting up. Work doesn’t start until 10:30 or 11:00 am. When ever I get there. I sat in the bathroom getting ready for my shower. Just sitting there half awake I heard a scuff inside the wall. I looked at the wall heater directly in front of me and felt the sensation I was being watched. Right above the towel bar was the nail that held the picture I had knocked off the wall Monday when I pulled my towel off the bar too fastnail_2rs. The nail slowly moved up and down as it pushed it’s way out from the wall and stopped. That was the fastest shower I ever took. Before I left for work I sat the Digital Voice Recorder on the dresser and taped it to the wall. This ran for seven and a half hours. When I got home the first thing I did was listen to it. Within the first half hour the sounds started. These will take a while to listen too and I have to get the file off the recorder and onto my computer. There’s more coming…

 

The House I Grew Up In. part 9

The Anomaly

A few years ago I Google street viewed the house I grew up in. When I panned around I found this round thing in the sky. house_4X

house_3XNot thinking much of it I put it with all the other junk I collect in meticulously ordered folders. While looking for something the other day I came across it and decided to go look at this area again. I didn’t see the circular anomaly anywhere else in the neighborhood or in any other random places I’ve searched. No matter what angle I approached the house, the object was above it. I decided to view it from the next street behind the house and it showed up directly over that area.

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The one view I was able to catch a bird flying under it. It would be interesting find out what this is. If it’s a glitch in Google maps or something, but I could never find this round thing any where else I searched.

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Front Doorsman

I came home early today. All I wanted to do was finish sleeping. As soon as I walked in I went to bed. Exactly at noon the Wednesday Noon sirens went off. I woke up around 2:30 ready to do something. I moved my furniture away from the baseboard heat for the winter. Rearranging my layout put the front door to my left instead of behind me. One of my computers is connected to the TV and this is where I sat. The first time I saw this my nerves alerted my body into intensity. Starting to stand up to defend myself, out of the left of my eyesight a man came rushing through the front door hallway. It was real enough to get a reaction out of me and very unexpected because of the  natural movement he made. Nothing was there. Laughing that I spooked myself, I went into a quiet afternoon haze watching documentaries online. Then it happened again. The exact same movement in the hall coming right at me. This was too real and for the second time my heart was racing. It’s been several hours since the last time I’ve seen this. I hope to catch this in a photo…

fragrant Silence

When I walked in this evening my house had a strong fragrance of flowers. I don’t know anything about flowers so I can’t say what one it was but it was strong. As the fragrance faded, the inside of my house got eerily silent. I have the feeling I’ve interrupted something and all eyes are on me. Even while I write this I can still feel a lingering presence.

My Phone – The Farmhouse

The company I worked for bought up a lot of property to develop. They purchased it in the late 80’s and rented out the few remaining homes that were left on it. The section we went to is ready to start bulldozing and an old farmhouse sat back behind some woods that’s slated to be torn down. We skipped out of work and went to see if there was anything valuable we could salvage. It’s been empty so long we passed the driveway twice because it was so overgrown. The driveway looked like an access trail to the fields. Using the company vehicle, we drove through the brush and came up on the house. There was definitely something about this place that had my attention. There was life to it after being abandoned so long. I get my phone out to get some pictures. It’s dead! My phone is never dead, it’s never died since I’ve had it. With normal use I can go a day and a half, now I can’t even get the screen to come on. I plugged it into the car charger and it came on until the ignition was turned off.

There wasn’t anything to salvage like light fixtures or knobs or neat old things left behind that were meaningless at the time. I was too annoyed to about my phone not working, I couldn’t calm down enough to soak up the surroundings. We didn’t stay long. When we came out of the house the Sheriff was coming up the driveway. We walked over to his car as he got out. We showed him our I.D.’s and let him know we worked for the company that owned the property. What stuck out about him was it seemed like he was having trouble with his radio. Watercolor_#9rs2He wrote down our names and license plate number but just closed it back up and put it in his shirt pocket. He told us no one has ever been back there at that house in the 30 years he’s worked for the county. He’s never been back there and followed the fresh path coming in. We told him we were leaving and he made us pull out before him. Just down the road my phone vibrates. I dig it out of my pocket and its working. I type in my pass code and the home screen comes on. My battery shows it’s ¾’s charged…