Subject: WWW Form Submission
Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2006 21:42:52 -0700 (PDT)
Location: winnemucca, nevada
When i was 12 years old my family moved to Winnemucca, Nevada so my mom could work at one of the gold mines there. We moved into a house right next to the court house on Melarkey street. We lived there for close on to a year, and the following are only some of the strange encounters there.
The whole house had an eerie feeling to it, but we just passed it off as it was the house was just really old. Amid the sounds of traffic and the neighbors fighting next door the house was quiet, as if no one was there at all. My sisters room was the darkest of all, even in the middle of the day her room had the presence of an early evening darkness.
I began to notice at night time the sound of footsteps through the house, going from the front door to the back. Often times i was home alone. I remember vividly several times being tripped over, yet no one would be there.
Our basement was a whole other story. This is where our laundry was done. At nighttime no one would enter the basement alone. I would go only maybe five or six steps down and become paralyzed with fear. I didnt know if i should turn and run, or just stand there and face what i feared would be a pack of demons. I say demons because one such instance I went to change the laundry over and i heard a scratching sound coming from one of the corners. I turned to look thinking it was a mouse and saw the front half of a dark figure crawling across the floor. I ran upstairs screaming in terror.
A few months later i began to notice the paint on the walls was fading and a faint reddish color would appear under the white paint, i couldnt make out the words, but some symbols were there. The television would turn on and off on its own. When it turned on it would turn on at full volume and nothing but static(we had full cable, no staticy channels).
The worst was what the house did to my family. My mom became mean and cruel, always angry and becoming increasingly violent. I would often plot to kill my sister and brother. When we finally moved out all that was gone. It was like it never happened.
As bizarre as it may sound, these encounters are true and still burn in my memory. I truly believe it takes a brave soul to enter that house.