This story took place in 1996. That year I was 10 years old. I do not remember the date, the name of the street, at which hour, but I still remember that the incident happened during the day, and that day was my first day joining the Boy Scout.
The weather was very hot, as if I were walking in the African National Park or in the Sahara Desert. My job at that time was citing donations for our charity work. It is a good and lucky day for us because that day, many are generous to donate. If I was not mistaken and not forgotten, the donation of the day was almost $400. Very large sums for children aged 10 to 12 years old.
During the break, I saw there was one house located at the very end of the one-way street. At that time, I wanted to show-off in front of my teacher and friends. Then, I headed to the house, alone. Stupid, right?
When I stood in front of the fence, suddenly I felt horrified and shaken. My hair was all wrapped up and at the time, until now, I still remember the feeling; nausea. But, for wanting to finish the task of soliciting donations, I was determined to go to the area of the house.
Oh God, it felt scary as soon as my shoes trample on the grass of the house. If I try to rethink the incident, it's hard for me to explain my situation and feelings at that moment. As a kid, it feels heavy. Something heavy on my shoulders.
If looking from afar, the house looks pretty and tidy. But I am puzzled; why am I seeing everything bleak? It seems as if there is a death or a curse. What makes this house feel bleak, creepy and feel like a mortuary? Alas to think about it, I went straight to the entrance. Bruh…
I noticed that the door was open a little, and then I stared at the house.
"Hello?", I push the front door slowly. Use two fingers, bro. This house is indeed an owner, but it feels like idle.
"HELLO?", I raised my voice so that it could be heard by the owner of the house. Suddenly I heard a sound in the kitchen. Sounds like people in the kitchen, but the atmosphere of the house is very quiet. I can hear cockroaches running through the walls.
As the wind goes through the window, the curtains that separate the kitchen side and the living room flapping aggressively. I flipped the curtains, and I stiff for a while. I see the upper cabinet door open itself, as if someone opened it. Then, followed by the cabinet drawer. It's open itself!
I said to myself; "Fuck that, i'm done. I'm out!"
Immediately my body turns 180 degrees, less than 4 seconds. I went straight to the front door. The way I was walking at that time, almost the same as the Nazi soldiers marched in Paris during the World War 2 - with my face looking at the floor.
Until now, I can still feel the fear and horror. The house is not big. The distance from the entrance to the kitchen side, for children, may be within 20 feet, but, at the time of the incident, I felt and see, the distance to the door was far away. I didn't realize that i start to cry, inside. Maybe I was too scared.
Although all this happens fast, I feel really slow. When I head to the main door, there is a stairs heading upstairs, and it is located on the right if you are from the kitchen. This part is the creepiest.
When I approached the stairs, somehow my eyes glanced toward the stairs and My God ... my heart was exploding. I saw a figure like an adult man, standing in the middle of the stairs. What's creepy, there is no window, which lets me believe it's human. The area was a bit dark and gloomy.
My heart pounded and I could feel that it was behind me as I headed to the main door. I can feel the hands was so close to the back of my neck.
Without realizing it, I managed to get out of the house safely. I can feel my shoulders light, as if the load is gone. All my limbs tremble. Breath felt crowded and heavy. It took me couple of minutes to get back to myself. I regain consciousness when I heard my teacher call me.
I looked back and looked right at the main door of the house. I can see that there is a shoulder form or half-body shape standing behind the door. And, suddenly, I see a movement on the shoulder. That's the head! Oh My God! It look straight at me!
End of Experience.
Based on true experience. After the incident, it took me years to go back and visit the area, again. I learned from the local that there's a murderer happened inside the house. Rumors say that the wife was caught cheating her husband and to cover her scandals from the public, the wife poisoning the husband. Soon, the wife left and abandoned the house.
It happens one week before I enter the house.
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