Ever since I was little, me and my family always took trips upstate New York to the Catskills. We had this old beat-up trailer up there, it was probably around 50 years old at the time. It had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and two bedrooms. Back when all six of us, me, my two brothers, my parents, and my dog Chester went up there, me and my little brother, Joey, would have to sleep in the living room on the couches, as there were only two beds, one queen-sized giường for my parents, and one single giường for my older brother Tom.
Sleeping in the living room was the one part me and Joe hated about going up there. In the middle of nowhere, with only an old wooden door protecting us from whatever psychopath wanted to break in and kill us. Well, I was only 10 and Joey was only 5, so we had active imaginations. And it's a little understandable for little kids to be scared in situations like these. But the worst part of this living room at night were the blinds.
bạn would think blinds would make bạn feel safer, blocking out the blackness from outside. But these blinds didn't even cover half of the window. We were exposed to the blackness of the outside. The thoughts of somebody hoặc something standing out there, watching me sleep always haunted my mind. I always slept facing away from the window.
Chester always slept in the living room with me and Joey, which made us feel a little safer. Every night however, around the same time, we would wake up to the sound of Chester looking out the window, growling. I was always too afraid to go check outside, so I would call my dad and tell him to go look. He would always step outside and take a look to make us feel better, and then he would come back in and tell us it was probably just a deer. There came a time where my dad grew sick of this routine every night and told us to ignore it and go back to sleep.
As the years past, my mother grew tired of going up there, Chester passed away, and my older brother was always too busy with his new job. He never really enjoyed it as much as me, Joey, and my dad did anyway. This was the first năm that it was just the three of us going up there. It kind of saddened me knowing that someday soon, my dad would have to sell this place. I knew he couldn't afford to keep paying the taxes for a place that we only visited once a year. For all I knew, this would be our last time going up there.
It was a long 4-hour drive from our Long Island house to the Catskill Mountains. I didn't sleep much during the ride this time. I just watched as the buildings surrounding the highways turned from houses to trees, and then eventually to hills and mountains. It was around 5 o'clock when we arrived to the old sign that advertised a horseback riding business. That's how we knew that we were there, just a few thêm turns.
We passed bởi just about the only neighboring house for about a mile. I don't even know if I would call this a house, it was thêm of a trailer-type trang chủ itself. It was relatively close to our trailer, just a few turns away. We never saw who lived there, we never saw any sign of life there. It was strange though, every time we drove bởi it, the cỏ seemed freshly cut.
We never really thought about it too much and usually just shrugged it off with some logical explanations. We arrived at the trailer, and stepping out of the car, I immediately picked up on that great country air smell. For the rest of the day, we just relaxed and watched some TV, with a very limited selection of channels.
Once it gets dark up there, there's nothing bạn can do outside. It gets creepy up there at night. Even my dad admitted that once, which kind of creeped me out because he was never one to admit fear to us. Once we got hungry, my dad decided to go get a pizza, bánh pizza for dinner. My little brother always had a sweet tooth, and he knew that if he went with my dad, he would convince him to buy him candies and a soda.
I have been alone in the trailer many times, but that was during the day. I didn't mind that, but the sky was already getting dark, and I knew it was a fairly long drive to the pizza, bánh pizza place. They wouldn't be back until there was full darkness. I didn't want to hiển thị my dad that I was afraid though, so I stayed, asking them to bring extra oregano. I heard the Honda start and di chuyển from the cỏ to the gravel road, before driving off.
I was watching TV in the living room; it was dark enough where I had to turn on the lights at this point. It was getting darker faster than I had hoped. I then realized that with the lights on and the curtains open, I was in full view for any psycho killer outside. I knew shutting those shitty blinds would be pointless, as they wouldn't even cover me. I was scared shitless, I don't know why. I tried to calm myself down, telling myself that there is no one out there, and that no one is sick enough to be watching me through the window. I started to calm down, as one of my yêu thích TV shows started on one of the TV channels. After a little while, I became completely relaxed until, KNOCK KNOCK.
I felt like my tim, trái tim skipped three beats after hearing the sickening sound. My head immediately spun to the window, but I could see nothing but darkness. I was Nữ hoàng băng giá in fear, my tim, trái tim now racing, and I didn't know what to do. There was no way I would check who was out there. I then remembered my grandpa kept a gun in the closet. I shot up and ran to the closet where my grandpa kept all of his tools. I dug through a bunch of old boxes and tools, but found no gun. I did however find the tiếp theo best thing, an ax.
I grabbed the ax and ran back to the couch. I thought about turning off the TV and light, but I quivered at the thought of being in total darkness in this situation. Whatever was out there knew I was in there, and turning out the lights would have done me no good. I sat back down on the đi văng with the ax in my hand, hoping whoever was out there would see that I was armed.
As I sat there waiting, a few phút felt like hours. I waited for another knock on the glass, hoặc for footsteps to come up to the wooden steps to the porch, hoặc for the doorknob to turn, but there was nothing. Nothing but the sounds of the TV and crickets outside. I heard the sound of a car pulling up the gravel road and turning onto our property. They're finally back. I was so urgent to tell my dad about the knocking, but then I realized that he already thought I was, kind of paranoid.
I put the ax back in the closet and sat back down on the couch. I heard the sound of a car door shut, and then another, and then another. I guess they put the pizza, bánh pizza in the backseat. The front door opened, and my dad and brother walked in with the pizza. I was instantly relieved, remembering how hungry I was. After eating, we watched TV for an giờ before calling it a night.
Since it was just the three of us this time, my dad and brother shared the queen-sized bed, while I got the single giường in the other bedroom. This bedroom has a window as well, with no blinds at all. This window faced the woods behind the trailer. "At least it's better than being in the living room", I thought. Surprisingly, I fell asleep relatively quickly, only to wake up hours later to the sound of, KNOCK KNOCK.
I sprang up from my pillow, instantly reminded of the nightmarish situation. No, they knew I was in this room now. Who's out there? Are they watching me? Why? All of these thoughts filled my mind, almost causing me to forget the most natural and expected reaction from almost anyone. I screamed for my dad, and I immediately heard him run out of his bedroom and into mine. He turned the light on, asking me if I had gone completely insane.
I explained the thumping noise on the glass to my dad, and he reluctantly agreed to humor my story. He stepped outside with a flashlight and searched around the whole trailer. He returned inside about a một phút later, assuring me that there was nobody out there. My dad already thought that I was paranoid, but after this, I was sure he thought I was just flat-out crazy.
I didn't even try to fall back asleep that night. The thought that somebody was just outside these thin, old trailer walls, and that they've been staring right at me freaked me out. All that was stopping them from entering the trailer was an old wooden door. The worst part, my dad didn't believe me. Without a dog around anymore to warn us, this creep could sneak in and slit our throats before a single one of us woke up. These thoughts polluted my mind, so I knew I would have to stay awake and listen for that front door to open. I probably wouldn't have even fallen asleep again that night if I tried.
A few slow hours passed before the first crack of sunlight filled the room. After hours of sitting still in fear, listening, the sunlight brought me instant relief. I heard my dad get out of bed, walk past my room, and step outside. We have a beautiful mountain view of the sunrise up there, so my dad would often get up early to watch the sunrise. Knowing that my dad was awake now, I felt safe, an toàn, két an toàn enough to fall asleep for an giờ hoặc two. And as quickly as that, I fell asleep.
It wasn't until a few hours later when I woke up to the sound of my little brother riding his dirtbike around the property. It must've been noon already. I was surprised my dad didn't wake me up. When I entered the kitchen, my dad greeted me with a good afternoon, emphasis on the "afternoon". I decided to eat breakfast outside on the deck because above the phòng bếp, nhà bếp bàn was one of those sticky fly-catching roll-up tapes that bạn hang on the ceiling, and quite frankly, a bunch of dead flies and other flying bugs are not what I want to look at while eating.
It was a long boring day; I didn't do much besides watch TV, shoot cans with a BB gun, and think about the night before. Somebody knocked on the window. Somebody was outside, watching, listening. Maybe they still were. It was about 10 phút after dinnertime. The sounds of the dirtbike still filled the property, even so shortly after dinner.
My dad couldn't take the racket anymore and told him to go ride somewhere else. It was a good thing my mom wasn't there, for my dad's sake, because she wouldn't approve of a boy of such a young age riding a dirtbike without supervision; especially so close to dark. My little brother told my dad that he was going to ride on the neighbor's property. After all, nobody ever seemed to be there, and it was a perfect property for the dirtbike. My dad đã đưa ý kiến it was ok, and with that, my little brother stormed off the property, turning the corner up the hill, until the sound was completely gone.
It was quiet again, just what my dad wanted. I became bored quickly and decided to go see if Joey would let me ride around for a bit. I walked over to the neighboring lawn, but couldn't find my brother there. It was strange because he đã đưa ý kiến he was going to ride around the property. I assumed that he was just riding around the dirt roads and decided to walk back to the trailer. Until I noticed the front door to the little house at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the lawn was open.
This made me really curious because there was no car in the lawn, and I had seen no one in that house. I then had the thought that my little brother went in there, snooping around. I was extremely curious at this point, so I walked up to the house. As I got closer, I noticed my little brother's dirtbike on the side of the house. Now I knew he was in there. This got me angry. I stormed up to the house and barged in through the front door.
I screamed Joey's name, but there was no response. The only thing that broke the silence was the creaking of the deteriorating floor when I walked. The living room was small, and it only had a few pieces of furniture, including a blue đi văng with some tears in the arms, a seemingly antique wooden coffee bàn that was covered in dust, and an old TV that looked like it was from the 60s. The room was dark, as all the curtains were closed. It just had an tổng thể eerie feeling to it. I screamed Joey's name again; still silence.
I walked into the kitchen, which was in even worse shape. There were black marks on the floor in the corner, where there was probably at one point a fridge. There was an old microwave laying in another corner of the room. I wanted to take a few pictures inside this creepy house, so I took out my phone. It was off. I pressed the power button on, and the táo, apple logo popped up. While looking at the ground, I noticed something a bit unsettling.
There was a trail of blood drop stains, leading from the phòng bếp, nhà bếp sink, to somewhere outside of the kitchen. I placed my phone on the counter and followed the trail out of the kitchen, through a small hallway, and to a door. It was a small door, it looked like a closet door. I was a little afraid to open it, but I did anyway. I made a shocking discovery. It was a stairway leading to a basement. It was odd for a small, trailer-like house to have a basement. I had the stupid thought that maybe Joe was down there, but I'm sure my curiosity only used that as an excuse to keep snooping around.
I searched the tường for a light switch, but there was none. I walked down a few steps to see if I could see anything, but it was too dark. It was too dark to go down there without a light source. I decided to go get my phone to use as a flashlight, so I walked back up the stairs, until something hit me in the face. I realized I walked into a hanging light switch.
"How could I have missed that?", I thought. I pulled down the switch, turning on a very dimly lit lightbulb. Not only was it dim, but it gave off an eerie red light. I took a few steps down the stairs. The light barely provided enough light to reveal the basement, but as I peered down, I was able to see the shadows of a bunch of objects that seemed to be attached to something, hanging off the ceiling.
Before I could get a closer look, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs. It had to be Joey. I was so focused on snooping around myself that I had completely forgotten that the reason I entered in the first place was to find him. I walked up the stairs, yelling Joe's name again. "Why aren't bạn answering?", I đã đưa ý kiến as I reached the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the stairs. As I stepped back into the dark hall, I saw to the right of me, about 10 feet away, the silhouette of a large figure. That was not Joe.
I made a mad dash for the front door, noticing another blood trail leading to the front door. I ran outside. I was so horrified that I almost didn't even notice my dad's car speeding down the road at the bottom of the lawn.
Where the hell was he going? There was someone in the car with him. Was it Joey? It had to be. He was leaving. Where the hell was he going? I ran even faster to try and catch his attention, but I was too late. The car turned the tiếp theo corner and drove down the đồi núi, hill past the trees. I slowed down and turned around to see that Joey's dirtbike was still at the side of the house. What the hell? I had no choice but to run back to the trailer.
As I ran, I constantly turned around to make sure whoever was in that house wasn't following me. It was getting pretty dark now and it was kind of hard to see from a distance. Running onto our property, though surrounded bởi woods, I became extremely paranoid that there were people hiding behind the trees, watching me. My dad left the front door wide open. He was obviously in a frantic rush, but for what?
I ran inside, shut the door, and locked it, still breathing frantically. My tim, trái tim was pounding from fear, not because of the fact that I ran all the way to the trailer. I had to call my dad and ask him where the hell he was going. I reached into my pocket for my phone, only to give me the sickening reminder that I had left my phone in that house. Stupid! Why did I put it on the counter instead of in my pocket?
All I could do now was wait. It was getting really dark outside now, to the point where I would have to turn on the lights to see anything. I dreaded this because as soon as I would turn on the lights, I would be on display for anyone to see. But there was no way that I was able to fall asleep now. I was still in shock, that figure I saw, it had to be the owner of that house. I didn't know someone lived there. The condition of that house though, how could anybody live in there. And that figure, it towered over me, it had to be at least 7 feet tall.
Why the hell was Joe's dirtbike at that house? He had to have gone in there, but surely he came out. Who else could've been in that car with my dad? I knew I wasn't being a bad person, I knew I wasn't. My brother was an toàn, két an toàn and sound with my dad, and I knew that. I would have heard him if he were still in that house. I sat in the darkness for a while, just waiting to hear my dad's car pull off the gravel road and onto the grass. I didn't turn on the lights because I didn't want anyone to know that I was in there.
Before it got too dark to navigate the trailer at all, I managed to find a flashlight in the closet. I sat in the living room đi văng for about another 20 minutes, my eyes resting but my thoughts racing. However, a few moments later, my thoughts were interrupted bởi a sound, a sound that I had been anticipating. It was the sound of a car driving off the gravel road and onto the property.
I had instantly felt better; my dad was back. I reached over for the lamp and flipped on the switch. I heard the sound of a car door shut, and then another, and then, another. What the hell? Was someone else with them? No, maybe they just put some groceries in the back seat.
I relaxed until I heard two adult male voices talking outside. I turned off the light immediately and ducked under the window. The talking stopped. I waited for a few giây before sneaking a peek at the car that was parked. I could just barely make out in the dark that it was a white van. I felt like my tim, trái tim sink into my stomach. I ran to my dad's bedroom and closed the door. I had to find a place to hide. Under the giường would be too obvious, and the closet would also be too obvious.
But I remembered that inside the closet was another little door that opened up to a small compartment with a water máy bơm inside. I didn't know if I could fit in there, but I had no other options, I had to try. I stepped in the closet and shut the door behind me. I turned on my flashlight and looked around for the small door. I couldn't find it. I could hear footsteps coming up the deck outside, approaching the front door to the trailer. After desperately rummaging the closet, I found the door to the compartment, but it was way too small for me to fit into. It was stupid of me to even consider that.
I heard somebody trying to turn the doorknob to the front door. Their failed attempts to open the door led to the sound of a loud bang on the door. They were trying to kick down the door now. It only took one thêm loud bang to the door, before I heard it break down. I had to get the hell out of there. Surely they saw the light that was on not too long ago, so I'm sure that they knew I was in here.
Suddenly, I had a nightmarish thought that the person I saw in that house, was one of the intruders. Everything was becoming seemingly clear to me now. The person I saw in the house must've been knocking on the windows at night, watching me. He must've gotten my little brother. "Ugh, Joe, he's probably still in that house," I thought. God only knows what happened to him. And those things hanging in that basement, I don't even want to try to imagine what they are. How could I have left that house to save myself before even thinking about my little brother?
I heard two pairs of heavy footsteps pressing into the weak floors of the trailer. One pair of footsteps was coming down the hall toward the bedroom. I felt like my tim, trái tim stopped beating at this point. I was sure that I was going to die. As the footsteps reached the bedroom door, I started to imagine the slowest, most painful deaths that I would endure. The door to the bedroom opened, and the footsteps entered the room.
I was prepared to launch out an attack as soon as the closet doors opened. I may have only been 17 at the time, but I was no scrawny thing. I could put up a decent fight. The footsteps circled the room; I could hear the sounds of the intruder pushing things around under the bed. If I had hidden under there, I would have been as good as dead. I heard the intruder get back on his feet and come towards the closet. The footsteps came to directly outside of the doors before stopping. I was as scared as anyone could be, but I was ready to attack.
The silence was broken bởi a man from outside, screaming for the two intruders to come outside. I heard footsteps walk out of the room, back down the hall, and out of the trailer. I opened the closet door quietly and tiptoed down the hall into the living room. I slipped on my shoes and looked out the window to make sure the coast was clear. Just barely, I could make out what looked like two bodies standing in front of the white van. Only two, where was the third one?
I turned to the door, but I could see something in the kitchen. It was the silhouette of a huge figure, the same figure I saw in that house. I don't know why hoặc what possessed me, but instead of running out of that trailer instantly like anyone should have, I flipped on the light switch to the kitchen. What I saw will forever haunt my memories.
There, a deformed man, I don't even know if I would call this a man. It was a giant, 7 foot creature that was slightly slouched, with arms that almost reached down to its knees. Its hands were deformed, with the few fingers it had seeming to be facing the wrong way. One of its legs was noticeably bigger than the other. And its face, oh its face. It had the face of a human, but it seemed to have been sewn on to this thing. The stains of blood covered the facial features of the face that clearly used to belong to somebody else. I stood there, staring at that thing for probably a few seconds, before sprinting out of that trailer.
I ran past the treeline into the woods, barely able to navigate in the darkness. I remember hearing the two men shouting to me, but I didn't pay attention. After what I had just experienced and seen, my only focus was to get as far away from there as possible. I cut through the woods to make it back to the road. After running down the road for about a mile, I had to stop and catch my breath. I was sure I wasn't being followed.
The thought of my little brother came up again. I was convinced that he was dead, and I wanted to kill myself for being such a coward and not trying to find him when I could. Instead, I had been worried about myself and getting myself to safety and just shrugged it off with some stupid excuse. And whoever was in that car with my dad, I was sure they were planning on killing him, and my dad simply wanted to save me and Joe. I felt like crying but I was too scared to cry, I was too focused on being scared and checking my surroundings to make sure I wasn't being followed.
I stood in the middle of the road in the darkness of the night, surrounded bởi nothing but woods on both sides. The closest neighboring house had to be close. I could go there and ask for help; and call the police. Just before I could continue walking, a beam of light shone down the road. I looked up to see the headlights of a car speeding down the road. It couldn't be the white van, it was coming from the opposite direction. I waved my hand, signaling for the car to stop, but as it came closer, I realized it was my dad.
He slammed on the brakes and screamed at me to get in the car. There was someone in the passenger seat. It was my little brother Joey. I felt a brief moment of udder happiness and relief. But as I walked closer, I made a horrific discovery. His arm had several gashes in it, of which my dad tried to patch up with first-aid tape. The tape had soaked and turned completely red from blood. My little brother seemed to have been passed out. I almost let out a scream of shock, but I got in the backseat of the car, and we drove off, to never return to that trailer again.
My dad explained to me that my brother had returned to the trailer with his arm in a bloody mess, seemingly in shock. My dad immediately tried to patch him up the best he could, before speeding away to the nearest hospital, which was miles away. He didn't have time to find me and tell me where he was going. He figured Joey somehow injured himself on the dirtbike bởi falling off. Joey was in shock to the point where he wouldn't even speak. It wasn't until about 20 phút into the drive that Joey finally started talking, and he explained what happened to him.
The door to the house was open, and Joe decided to go snooping around inside. After opening the basement door, a man ran up with a dao, con dao and started slicing at Joe's arm. Joe somehow escaped and ran back to the trailer. bởi the tiếp theo day, Joe was an toàn, két an toàn and sound in the hospital, recovering.
My dad reported what happened to the police, and they sent a squad up to the house, which was reported completely empty. Those creeps packed up and left in a hurry. It's really sickening to know that they are still out there somewhere, continuing to do what they do, and that creature with them, that I'm probably the only one who will ever have seen that thing and lived to remember it, whatever it was.
Well, that was about 4 years ago. My dad sold the property, and we all tried to forget what happened. At the end of the day, Joey was in the car after all, just like I thought. So I didn't do anything wrong after all. I would have been dead if I hadn't trusted my gut. So I'm not a bad person.. Right?
Sleeping in the living room was the one part me and Joe hated about going up there. In the middle of nowhere, with only an old wooden door protecting us from whatever psychopath wanted to break in and kill us. Well, I was only 10 and Joey was only 5, so we had active imaginations. And it's a little understandable for little kids to be scared in situations like these. But the worst part of this living room at night were the blinds.
bạn would think blinds would make bạn feel safer, blocking out the blackness from outside. But these blinds didn't even cover half of the window. We were exposed to the blackness of the outside. The thoughts of somebody hoặc something standing out there, watching me sleep always haunted my mind. I always slept facing away from the window.
Chester always slept in the living room with me and Joey, which made us feel a little safer. Every night however, around the same time, we would wake up to the sound of Chester looking out the window, growling. I was always too afraid to go check outside, so I would call my dad and tell him to go look. He would always step outside and take a look to make us feel better, and then he would come back in and tell us it was probably just a deer. There came a time where my dad grew sick of this routine every night and told us to ignore it and go back to sleep.
As the years past, my mother grew tired of going up there, Chester passed away, and my older brother was always too busy with his new job. He never really enjoyed it as much as me, Joey, and my dad did anyway. This was the first năm that it was just the three of us going up there. It kind of saddened me knowing that someday soon, my dad would have to sell this place. I knew he couldn't afford to keep paying the taxes for a place that we only visited once a year. For all I knew, this would be our last time going up there.
It was a long 4-hour drive from our Long Island house to the Catskill Mountains. I didn't sleep much during the ride this time. I just watched as the buildings surrounding the highways turned from houses to trees, and then eventually to hills and mountains. It was around 5 o'clock when we arrived to the old sign that advertised a horseback riding business. That's how we knew that we were there, just a few thêm turns.
We passed bởi just about the only neighboring house for about a mile. I don't even know if I would call this a house, it was thêm of a trailer-type trang chủ itself. It was relatively close to our trailer, just a few turns away. We never saw who lived there, we never saw any sign of life there. It was strange though, every time we drove bởi it, the cỏ seemed freshly cut.
We never really thought about it too much and usually just shrugged it off with some logical explanations. We arrived at the trailer, and stepping out of the car, I immediately picked up on that great country air smell. For the rest of the day, we just relaxed and watched some TV, with a very limited selection of channels.
Once it gets dark up there, there's nothing bạn can do outside. It gets creepy up there at night. Even my dad admitted that once, which kind of creeped me out because he was never one to admit fear to us. Once we got hungry, my dad decided to go get a pizza, bánh pizza for dinner. My little brother always had a sweet tooth, and he knew that if he went with my dad, he would convince him to buy him candies and a soda.
I have been alone in the trailer many times, but that was during the day. I didn't mind that, but the sky was already getting dark, and I knew it was a fairly long drive to the pizza, bánh pizza place. They wouldn't be back until there was full darkness. I didn't want to hiển thị my dad that I was afraid though, so I stayed, asking them to bring extra oregano. I heard the Honda start and di chuyển from the cỏ to the gravel road, before driving off.
I was watching TV in the living room; it was dark enough where I had to turn on the lights at this point. It was getting darker faster than I had hoped. I then realized that with the lights on and the curtains open, I was in full view for any psycho killer outside. I knew shutting those shitty blinds would be pointless, as they wouldn't even cover me. I was scared shitless, I don't know why. I tried to calm myself down, telling myself that there is no one out there, and that no one is sick enough to be watching me through the window. I started to calm down, as one of my yêu thích TV shows started on one of the TV channels. After a little while, I became completely relaxed until, KNOCK KNOCK.
I felt like my tim, trái tim skipped three beats after hearing the sickening sound. My head immediately spun to the window, but I could see nothing but darkness. I was Nữ hoàng băng giá in fear, my tim, trái tim now racing, and I didn't know what to do. There was no way I would check who was out there. I then remembered my grandpa kept a gun in the closet. I shot up and ran to the closet where my grandpa kept all of his tools. I dug through a bunch of old boxes and tools, but found no gun. I did however find the tiếp theo best thing, an ax.
I grabbed the ax and ran back to the couch. I thought about turning off the TV and light, but I quivered at the thought of being in total darkness in this situation. Whatever was out there knew I was in there, and turning out the lights would have done me no good. I sat back down on the đi văng with the ax in my hand, hoping whoever was out there would see that I was armed.
As I sat there waiting, a few phút felt like hours. I waited for another knock on the glass, hoặc for footsteps to come up to the wooden steps to the porch, hoặc for the doorknob to turn, but there was nothing. Nothing but the sounds of the TV and crickets outside. I heard the sound of a car pulling up the gravel road and turning onto our property. They're finally back. I was so urgent to tell my dad about the knocking, but then I realized that he already thought I was, kind of paranoid.
I put the ax back in the closet and sat back down on the couch. I heard the sound of a car door shut, and then another, and then another. I guess they put the pizza, bánh pizza in the backseat. The front door opened, and my dad and brother walked in with the pizza. I was instantly relieved, remembering how hungry I was. After eating, we watched TV for an giờ before calling it a night.
Since it was just the three of us this time, my dad and brother shared the queen-sized bed, while I got the single giường in the other bedroom. This bedroom has a window as well, with no blinds at all. This window faced the woods behind the trailer. "At least it's better than being in the living room", I thought. Surprisingly, I fell asleep relatively quickly, only to wake up hours later to the sound of, KNOCK KNOCK.
I sprang up from my pillow, instantly reminded of the nightmarish situation. No, they knew I was in this room now. Who's out there? Are they watching me? Why? All of these thoughts filled my mind, almost causing me to forget the most natural and expected reaction from almost anyone. I screamed for my dad, and I immediately heard him run out of his bedroom and into mine. He turned the light on, asking me if I had gone completely insane.
I explained the thumping noise on the glass to my dad, and he reluctantly agreed to humor my story. He stepped outside with a flashlight and searched around the whole trailer. He returned inside about a một phút later, assuring me that there was nobody out there. My dad already thought that I was paranoid, but after this, I was sure he thought I was just flat-out crazy.
I didn't even try to fall back asleep that night. The thought that somebody was just outside these thin, old trailer walls, and that they've been staring right at me freaked me out. All that was stopping them from entering the trailer was an old wooden door. The worst part, my dad didn't believe me. Without a dog around anymore to warn us, this creep could sneak in and slit our throats before a single one of us woke up. These thoughts polluted my mind, so I knew I would have to stay awake and listen for that front door to open. I probably wouldn't have even fallen asleep again that night if I tried.
A few slow hours passed before the first crack of sunlight filled the room. After hours of sitting still in fear, listening, the sunlight brought me instant relief. I heard my dad get out of bed, walk past my room, and step outside. We have a beautiful mountain view of the sunrise up there, so my dad would often get up early to watch the sunrise. Knowing that my dad was awake now, I felt safe, an toàn, két an toàn enough to fall asleep for an giờ hoặc two. And as quickly as that, I fell asleep.
It wasn't until a few hours later when I woke up to the sound of my little brother riding his dirtbike around the property. It must've been noon already. I was surprised my dad didn't wake me up. When I entered the kitchen, my dad greeted me with a good afternoon, emphasis on the "afternoon". I decided to eat breakfast outside on the deck because above the phòng bếp, nhà bếp bàn was one of those sticky fly-catching roll-up tapes that bạn hang on the ceiling, and quite frankly, a bunch of dead flies and other flying bugs are not what I want to look at while eating.
It was a long boring day; I didn't do much besides watch TV, shoot cans with a BB gun, and think about the night before. Somebody knocked on the window. Somebody was outside, watching, listening. Maybe they still were. It was about 10 phút after dinnertime. The sounds of the dirtbike still filled the property, even so shortly after dinner.
My dad couldn't take the racket anymore and told him to go ride somewhere else. It was a good thing my mom wasn't there, for my dad's sake, because she wouldn't approve of a boy of such a young age riding a dirtbike without supervision; especially so close to dark. My little brother told my dad that he was going to ride on the neighbor's property. After all, nobody ever seemed to be there, and it was a perfect property for the dirtbike. My dad đã đưa ý kiến it was ok, and with that, my little brother stormed off the property, turning the corner up the hill, until the sound was completely gone.
It was quiet again, just what my dad wanted. I became bored quickly and decided to go see if Joey would let me ride around for a bit. I walked over to the neighboring lawn, but couldn't find my brother there. It was strange because he đã đưa ý kiến he was going to ride around the property. I assumed that he was just riding around the dirt roads and decided to walk back to the trailer. Until I noticed the front door to the little house at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the lawn was open.
This made me really curious because there was no car in the lawn, and I had seen no one in that house. I then had the thought that my little brother went in there, snooping around. I was extremely curious at this point, so I walked up to the house. As I got closer, I noticed my little brother's dirtbike on the side of the house. Now I knew he was in there. This got me angry. I stormed up to the house and barged in through the front door.
I screamed Joey's name, but there was no response. The only thing that broke the silence was the creaking of the deteriorating floor when I walked. The living room was small, and it only had a few pieces of furniture, including a blue đi văng with some tears in the arms, a seemingly antique wooden coffee bàn that was covered in dust, and an old TV that looked like it was from the 60s. The room was dark, as all the curtains were closed. It just had an tổng thể eerie feeling to it. I screamed Joey's name again; still silence.
I walked into the kitchen, which was in even worse shape. There were black marks on the floor in the corner, where there was probably at one point a fridge. There was an old microwave laying in another corner of the room. I wanted to take a few pictures inside this creepy house, so I took out my phone. It was off. I pressed the power button on, and the táo, apple logo popped up. While looking at the ground, I noticed something a bit unsettling.
There was a trail of blood drop stains, leading from the phòng bếp, nhà bếp sink, to somewhere outside of the kitchen. I placed my phone on the counter and followed the trail out of the kitchen, through a small hallway, and to a door. It was a small door, it looked like a closet door. I was a little afraid to open it, but I did anyway. I made a shocking discovery. It was a stairway leading to a basement. It was odd for a small, trailer-like house to have a basement. I had the stupid thought that maybe Joe was down there, but I'm sure my curiosity only used that as an excuse to keep snooping around.
I searched the tường for a light switch, but there was none. I walked down a few steps to see if I could see anything, but it was too dark. It was too dark to go down there without a light source. I decided to go get my phone to use as a flashlight, so I walked back up the stairs, until something hit me in the face. I realized I walked into a hanging light switch.
"How could I have missed that?", I thought. I pulled down the switch, turning on a very dimly lit lightbulb. Not only was it dim, but it gave off an eerie red light. I took a few steps down the stairs. The light barely provided enough light to reveal the basement, but as I peered down, I was able to see the shadows of a bunch of objects that seemed to be attached to something, hanging off the ceiling.
Before I could get a closer look, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs. It had to be Joey. I was so focused on snooping around myself that I had completely forgotten that the reason I entered in the first place was to find him. I walked up the stairs, yelling Joe's name again. "Why aren't bạn answering?", I đã đưa ý kiến as I reached the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the stairs. As I stepped back into the dark hall, I saw to the right of me, about 10 feet away, the silhouette of a large figure. That was not Joe.
I made a mad dash for the front door, noticing another blood trail leading to the front door. I ran outside. I was so horrified that I almost didn't even notice my dad's car speeding down the road at the bottom of the lawn.
Where the hell was he going? There was someone in the car with him. Was it Joey? It had to be. He was leaving. Where the hell was he going? I ran even faster to try and catch his attention, but I was too late. The car turned the tiếp theo corner and drove down the đồi núi, hill past the trees. I slowed down and turned around to see that Joey's dirtbike was still at the side of the house. What the hell? I had no choice but to run back to the trailer.
As I ran, I constantly turned around to make sure whoever was in that house wasn't following me. It was getting pretty dark now and it was kind of hard to see from a distance. Running onto our property, though surrounded bởi woods, I became extremely paranoid that there were people hiding behind the trees, watching me. My dad left the front door wide open. He was obviously in a frantic rush, but for what?
I ran inside, shut the door, and locked it, still breathing frantically. My tim, trái tim was pounding from fear, not because of the fact that I ran all the way to the trailer. I had to call my dad and ask him where the hell he was going. I reached into my pocket for my phone, only to give me the sickening reminder that I had left my phone in that house. Stupid! Why did I put it on the counter instead of in my pocket?
All I could do now was wait. It was getting really dark outside now, to the point where I would have to turn on the lights to see anything. I dreaded this because as soon as I would turn on the lights, I would be on display for anyone to see. But there was no way that I was able to fall asleep now. I was still in shock, that figure I saw, it had to be the owner of that house. I didn't know someone lived there. The condition of that house though, how could anybody live in there. And that figure, it towered over me, it had to be at least 7 feet tall.
Why the hell was Joe's dirtbike at that house? He had to have gone in there, but surely he came out. Who else could've been in that car with my dad? I knew I wasn't being a bad person, I knew I wasn't. My brother was an toàn, két an toàn and sound with my dad, and I knew that. I would have heard him if he were still in that house. I sat in the darkness for a while, just waiting to hear my dad's car pull off the gravel road and onto the grass. I didn't turn on the lights because I didn't want anyone to know that I was in there.
Before it got too dark to navigate the trailer at all, I managed to find a flashlight in the closet. I sat in the living room đi văng for about another 20 minutes, my eyes resting but my thoughts racing. However, a few moments later, my thoughts were interrupted bởi a sound, a sound that I had been anticipating. It was the sound of a car driving off the gravel road and onto the property.
I had instantly felt better; my dad was back. I reached over for the lamp and flipped on the switch. I heard the sound of a car door shut, and then another, and then, another. What the hell? Was someone else with them? No, maybe they just put some groceries in the back seat.
I relaxed until I heard two adult male voices talking outside. I turned off the light immediately and ducked under the window. The talking stopped. I waited for a few giây before sneaking a peek at the car that was parked. I could just barely make out in the dark that it was a white van. I felt like my tim, trái tim sink into my stomach. I ran to my dad's bedroom and closed the door. I had to find a place to hide. Under the giường would be too obvious, and the closet would also be too obvious.
But I remembered that inside the closet was another little door that opened up to a small compartment with a water máy bơm inside. I didn't know if I could fit in there, but I had no other options, I had to try. I stepped in the closet and shut the door behind me. I turned on my flashlight and looked around for the small door. I couldn't find it. I could hear footsteps coming up the deck outside, approaching the front door to the trailer. After desperately rummaging the closet, I found the door to the compartment, but it was way too small for me to fit into. It was stupid of me to even consider that.
I heard somebody trying to turn the doorknob to the front door. Their failed attempts to open the door led to the sound of a loud bang on the door. They were trying to kick down the door now. It only took one thêm loud bang to the door, before I heard it break down. I had to get the hell out of there. Surely they saw the light that was on not too long ago, so I'm sure that they knew I was in here.
Suddenly, I had a nightmarish thought that the person I saw in that house, was one of the intruders. Everything was becoming seemingly clear to me now. The person I saw in the house must've been knocking on the windows at night, watching me. He must've gotten my little brother. "Ugh, Joe, he's probably still in that house," I thought. God only knows what happened to him. And those things hanging in that basement, I don't even want to try to imagine what they are. How could I have left that house to save myself before even thinking about my little brother?
I heard two pairs of heavy footsteps pressing into the weak floors of the trailer. One pair of footsteps was coming down the hall toward the bedroom. I felt like my tim, trái tim stopped beating at this point. I was sure that I was going to die. As the footsteps reached the bedroom door, I started to imagine the slowest, most painful deaths that I would endure. The door to the bedroom opened, and the footsteps entered the room.
I was prepared to launch out an attack as soon as the closet doors opened. I may have only been 17 at the time, but I was no scrawny thing. I could put up a decent fight. The footsteps circled the room; I could hear the sounds of the intruder pushing things around under the bed. If I had hidden under there, I would have been as good as dead. I heard the intruder get back on his feet and come towards the closet. The footsteps came to directly outside of the doors before stopping. I was as scared as anyone could be, but I was ready to attack.
The silence was broken bởi a man from outside, screaming for the two intruders to come outside. I heard footsteps walk out of the room, back down the hall, and out of the trailer. I opened the closet door quietly and tiptoed down the hall into the living room. I slipped on my shoes and looked out the window to make sure the coast was clear. Just barely, I could make out what looked like two bodies standing in front of the white van. Only two, where was the third one?
I turned to the door, but I could see something in the kitchen. It was the silhouette of a huge figure, the same figure I saw in that house. I don't know why hoặc what possessed me, but instead of running out of that trailer instantly like anyone should have, I flipped on the light switch to the kitchen. What I saw will forever haunt my memories.
There, a deformed man, I don't even know if I would call this a man. It was a giant, 7 foot creature that was slightly slouched, with arms that almost reached down to its knees. Its hands were deformed, with the few fingers it had seeming to be facing the wrong way. One of its legs was noticeably bigger than the other. And its face, oh its face. It had the face of a human, but it seemed to have been sewn on to this thing. The stains of blood covered the facial features of the face that clearly used to belong to somebody else. I stood there, staring at that thing for probably a few seconds, before sprinting out of that trailer.
I ran past the treeline into the woods, barely able to navigate in the darkness. I remember hearing the two men shouting to me, but I didn't pay attention. After what I had just experienced and seen, my only focus was to get as far away from there as possible. I cut through the woods to make it back to the road. After running down the road for about a mile, I had to stop and catch my breath. I was sure I wasn't being followed.
The thought of my little brother came up again. I was convinced that he was dead, and I wanted to kill myself for being such a coward and not trying to find him when I could. Instead, I had been worried about myself and getting myself to safety and just shrugged it off with some stupid excuse. And whoever was in that car with my dad, I was sure they were planning on killing him, and my dad simply wanted to save me and Joe. I felt like crying but I was too scared to cry, I was too focused on being scared and checking my surroundings to make sure I wasn't being followed.
I stood in the middle of the road in the darkness of the night, surrounded bởi nothing but woods on both sides. The closest neighboring house had to be close. I could go there and ask for help; and call the police. Just before I could continue walking, a beam of light shone down the road. I looked up to see the headlights of a car speeding down the road. It couldn't be the white van, it was coming from the opposite direction. I waved my hand, signaling for the car to stop, but as it came closer, I realized it was my dad.
He slammed on the brakes and screamed at me to get in the car. There was someone in the passenger seat. It was my little brother Joey. I felt a brief moment of udder happiness and relief. But as I walked closer, I made a horrific discovery. His arm had several gashes in it, of which my dad tried to patch up with first-aid tape. The tape had soaked and turned completely red from blood. My little brother seemed to have been passed out. I almost let out a scream of shock, but I got in the backseat of the car, and we drove off, to never return to that trailer again.
My dad explained to me that my brother had returned to the trailer with his arm in a bloody mess, seemingly in shock. My dad immediately tried to patch him up the best he could, before speeding away to the nearest hospital, which was miles away. He didn't have time to find me and tell me where he was going. He figured Joey somehow injured himself on the dirtbike bởi falling off. Joey was in shock to the point where he wouldn't even speak. It wasn't until about 20 phút into the drive that Joey finally started talking, and he explained what happened to him.
The door to the house was open, and Joe decided to go snooping around inside. After opening the basement door, a man ran up with a dao, con dao and started slicing at Joe's arm. Joe somehow escaped and ran back to the trailer. bởi the tiếp theo day, Joe was an toàn, két an toàn and sound in the hospital, recovering.
My dad reported what happened to the police, and they sent a squad up to the house, which was reported completely empty. Those creeps packed up and left in a hurry. It's really sickening to know that they are still out there somewhere, continuing to do what they do, and that creature with them, that I'm probably the only one who will ever have seen that thing and lived to remember it, whatever it was.
Well, that was about 4 years ago. My dad sold the property, and we all tried to forget what happened. At the end of the day, Joey was in the car after all, just like I thought. So I didn't do anything wrong after all. I would have been dead if I hadn't trusted my gut. So I'm not a bad person.. Right?
