One night I got woken up by call from my daughter at 3am and her screaming about some kind of poltergeist loose in the house she was babysitting in, which she said had already attacked her boyfriend. I asked her where the kid was, and she said he was sleeping behind the couch? Behind the couch, I asked?? Yes, she said, and her boyfriend was standing right there beside her. I asked her what happened and she said the poltergeist started moving things and making banging sounds on the walls and floor and ceiling, and then when they went to investigate the sounds, while travelling down the hallway, suddenly the front of her boyfriend's shirt got pulled up by itself and scratches started to appear on his chest right in front of her. She said she started screaming and jumped into the bathroom doorway close-by and slammed the door and locked it. She told me (later on) that when the boyfriend tried to get in, she was too scared to open it, so the boyfriend had looked down the flight of steps into the basement and saw a kind of a blur in mid air moving up the staircase toward him and he started screaming, too, and then he had shouldered the bathroom door open and forced his way in and slammed it shut and propped stuff up against the door handle, with her kneeling in the bathtub. She said they were in there no more than a minute when the bathroom doorknob starting slowly moving back and forth by itself, and that after about another minute, the door itself started vibrating rapidly and with great force and shaking back and forth in the frame. She said that her boyfriend pressed his whole body against the door and was struggling to keep it shut, but that it kept pushing against him from the outside and wiggling the doorknob back and forth rapidly, and that it has almost pushed it open a couple of times. She said that after about 3 minutes, the thing stopped trying to get in and it became quiet, so they waited another five minutes and then opened the door and looked out. Nothing. So she said they then ran to the phone in the living room for her to call me.
I told her to get the kid from behind the couch and get out on the front lawn with him and her boyfriend immediately, without taking anything, just get out, and that I was sending a taxi straight there to bring them to me. When they arrived, I saw that they were visibly terrified. I took them in and asked the boyfriend what happened. He told me the same thing she had told me. I asked him to show me the scratches, and he lifted his shirt and there was indeed a long, fresh, diagonal scratch running right from just under one nipple all the way across to his belly, and there were other red, fresh scratches around his belly area. My daughter was shaking and crying uncontrollably, and the boyfriend was visibly shaken. I made them all hot soup and warm drinks and prepared beds for them and got them all off to sleep finally. In the morning, I made them breakfast and then demanded to know if this was all a bullshit story and not, and they both insisted it was all true, that they were not lying, that every word was true. Then I called the mother of the child they were babysitting and told her what happened, and she said that "yes, I know things happen in my house", and I'm like, "are you kidding me?? And you left them alone there!??". then I told her to pick up her kid at my place and she did. In the conversation, I found out she was native Indian.
The next night, I went to her house. When I checked out the windows, I discovered every single one had a "dreamcatcher" hanging in the middle of it from the inside. Even the three doors had dreamcatchers in the small windows in the top of them. I waited outside, looking through one of the door windows, to see if I could spot her moving around inside, but no one appeared, so after awhile I knocked on the door several times, but no one answered. Then I stood quietly for about 10 minutes looking inside through one of the windows, waiting to see if I could see any movement or hear any sounds. Nothing. Dead quiet. So I tried one of the doors and it was locked. I tried the other doors and they were also locked. I tried a couple of windows, but they were secured. After about another hour of investigating around the house, I found nothing suspicious except for an old shed full of mixed piles of curious items, which mostly looked to be from the early 1900's. After peering into the darkened shed, I decided to go in and check out the junk, and when I stepped across the doorway's threshold, a literal wave of dread, despair, death, enveloped my entire body, like walking directly into some kind of energy field, so that I froze right there in my tracks, my heart froze in my chest, with a massive tightening of the muscles there, with my legs going numbish and I could hardly move my body, but I recoiled from the doorway and managed to stumble back and trip over myself in the process and half fell to the ground. My eyes never left the doorway opening, but I didn't see a thing there, but I could feel something was just inside, just inside and to the side of the darkened doorway. Then I literally got the fuck out of there. A few days later, during daylight hours, I went back to the house and walked by it and studied it closely as I passed. An old '40's-'50's-style house, kind of beat up and battered by weather, in a mild state of disrepair, long grass, two abandoned vehicles sitting in front with piles of old junk stored in them which looked to be from the early 1900's. I had planned to return to the house at a later time, but after awhile, I decided to just let it go.
I told my daughter never to return to that house ever again.
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