“She’s not happy. Slow down. She’s right there!”
I've had several encounters and strange things happen in my life, but I’ll talk about the time where I’m told a malevolent being may have been trying to take a hold of me. I’ll do my best to try and keep it a little short.
Flashback about 15 years ago, some buddies and I were visiting all of the “haunted” places in the tristate. We had heard about this old dam house in a nearby town referred to as Dogtown, so we piled into three cars and headed to our destination. After about a hour we were lined up in our cars in front of this decrepit building. Picture an old two level building, two large picture windows one above the other, granted all the doors and windows were missing. As expected we didn’t see anything, but I did have a feeling of extreme unease; but a handful of us decided to go back the following day during the day.
Five of us went back around noon the next afternoon. Now keep in mind, this is late July, temperature was around 95F, heat index even higher and very dry. Being eighteen and invulnerable, we agreed to go inside. Climbing the four steps to the side door and crossing the threshold after everyone else entered, I was immediately hit with a sense of dread and began to shiver; the temperature around me dropped enough to see my breath. Inside was graffiti, walls busted up, furniture destroyed, under the stairway was a hole in the floor with a petrified noose hanging from it. So, we climbed up to the second floor, upon hitting the landing I immediately started dripping sweat from the sudden increase in temperature around me. We took off shortly after.
The brave five decided to tell our story and wanted to go back with more people that night. About a quarter mile from house, I got cold chills and at the time feelings I couldn’t describe. Two vehicles, parked in front, walkie talkies at hand, windows up and doors locked. I was the first to see her. Top left window, a woman, appearing to look like a early 1900’s nun. Fumbling for the walkie I radioed the other car, at least five of the nine of us saw her. Again, we left as quick as possible.
I had to be at work at 4PM the next day, got dressed did my thing and left. Around 9PM my phone rang, “Hey, where are you? You missed work, we’ve been calling for hours.” Not knowing what the hell is going on, 32 missed calls, numerous texts, I took survey of my surroundings. I was there, in the driveway, of the dam house. Obviously freaked out, I left as quick as I could. Over the next six months, I have no idea how much time was missed, as more than a dozen times I would have “blackouts” and snap back to reality in front of the house. Now being a teenager, we’re fearless and it was a way to “pick up chicks” while cruising the strip, my group of friends used me and these feelings as a circus act almost.
It got to the point I was able to tell everyone if we’d see the “nun” or not, all within a quarter of a mile from the house. I was never wrong. The last time I was physically drawn to the building, I was in the middle row between two random girls, my two buddies in front and three in the far back seat. About two miles away, not sobbing mind you, tears began streaming from my face, goosebumps covered my body, I started hyperventilating. “She’s not there. She’s not there. We have to stop. She’s not there. She’s not happy”. The girls are freaking out, my buddies thinking I was putting on a show telling me it’s cool if we don’t see her we’re still going. I responded with “She’s not at the house. She’s not happy. Slow down. She’s right there!” and pointed right in front of the car. At this point everyone looked forward and saw her standing in the middle of the road. The car screeched to a stop and slid into a field, everyone freaking out, the nun gone.
We went on toward the house regardless of what just happened. Pulling in front of the house, I realized why she was no longer in the house. Someone had bought the building and was remodeling it. To my relief, I was never drawn to the building again, but I avidly avoid going anywhere near that area.
Since then, I have had other sightings and feelings; I can’t go into a cemetery without feeling things and hearing voices of people that aren’t there. Nothing like the lost time, but feelings of things being out of place...
Submitted by Phreak
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