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this is my story of how i narrowly survived my encounter with the paranormal shortly following moving into my new house.

It all started on May 12 2014, when my roomates, Austin and James, and i decided to move out of our apartment and into a house, after feeling quite cramped in two bedrooms, We decided to

look online to find a house in our price range. We found four viable options and so we decided to go check them out. The first two were nothing really special, they were in

pretty bad condition and the first one we looked at had no heating or cooling. the third house was like a dream house you see in a magazine, it had an amazing view of the forest

and a nice pool, but when we were ready to give the realtor our offer he said that it had already been sold and we had to leave. Needless to say we were tired after looking

at three different houses and being denied our favorite of them so we really just wanted to get all of this over with as quickly as possible. We got to the fourth house at about 6:30

and the sun had begun to set. We looked at the house and we couldn't believe that it was in our price range, it had a very old look to it but it was in great shape, it had a fountain

out front that wasnt on at the time but the realtor said all the water and electricity worked just fine. We excitedly entered the house and began looking around, we found that it had 4

bedrooms and 3 bathrooms which was way more than we needed, and included an attic that the realtor "couldn't find the key to." we all met in the kitchen and James asked the

realtor why the house was so cheap to which the realtor made a pained expression as though he had hoped we wouldn't ask about it, after a short pause he revealed to us

that the previous owners, a Man and his wife and their 2 daughters, had been murdered in the house a year and a half ago. apparently the police had never had any leads as to who killed them

but they all had the same lacerations on their throats and had all bled to death in their beds. we huddled together and talked it over but agreeing that the price could

be lowered even further now knowing that, we decided we weren't worried about the murders, oh god how i wish we had just left then and there, but we agreed with the realtor to get the house for only $9000

which was way less than we were expecting to spend on any house. so We signed all the papers and we left the house to get everything arranged to get moved in by the end of the week.

as we were leaving Austin said, "did you guys feel that just now?" to which James and i both said, feel what?" he said"i feel like someones' watching us," we all looked back to the house and

wall jumped and Austin gave a slight yelp, in the window of the attic there was the shadow of a man, James yelled "hey, hey you this is our house, get the hell out of here!"

The realtor gave a quiet giggle to himself and said, " that's just the tattered curtains up there, gave me a hell of a scare the first time i saw it too,"

"i thought you didn't have the key to the attic," i said "oh no i don't but if you see it in the light of day," he paused grabbing the flashlight out of his car and illuminating

the window,"you can see its just curtains" we all gave a sigh of relief and got into our car and went back to our apartment.

May 13, 11:06 am

The next morning i awoke to find Austin and James had already packed nearly everything in the apartment into boxes  and loaded them onto the truck they'd rented. all that was left was, my stuff. they told me they were gonna go get some burgers after all the hard work they had done and that i would have to load all my stuff onto the truck myself. after i finally finished loading up my mattress they returned, burger-less, and Austin said, "wow we thought you'd still have most of it sitting next to the truck," i gave him a glare and asked where the burgers were to which they explained that they had gotten me one but they passed a homeless man who looked hungry so they gave it to him, i knew that both of them would sooner have a snowball fight with hamburgers than share with a homeless guy but i gave it up and said, "lets go to our new house then."

May 13, 1:26 pm

We arrived at the house and unpacked everything and got the tvs and computers running and surprisingly enough we managed to get the internet working too. after we had settled most of the boxes into our rooms we all agreed that we wanted to go up to the attic to feel safe. James grabbed one of his boxes and took out a lock picking kit, to which Austin and i laughed and asked when on earth he expected to need those, and he said angrily," well we need them now don't we." so we gave him a break and headed up to the attic door. as James went to pick the lock we heard a faint rustle coming from inside. "what was that?" i asked, "probably a rat or something," said Austin. James told us to shut up and he needed concentration so we kept quiet listening for any more noises from the other side. he finally got it open and we were greeted with a huge plume of dust and cold air. we entered and saw that it was full of boxes of stuff and furniture covered with cloths. we looked around and started searching through the boxes for anything we could use or sell. after about 5 minutes Austin called us over saying he had found something cool. when we got to him he was standing behind what looked like a painting but it was covered with one of the clothes, "what is it?" asked James. Austin pulled the cloth up revealing a portrait of an old man with beady black eyes and an old Victorian cloak. "that's your definition of cool?" i mocked. he said we should hang it in the living room and James and i had no problem with it.

May 13, 8:16pm

after sitting on the couch for a couple of hours watching tv i was getting a little tired. i knew it was too early to go to bed so i went into the kitchen to make some food, since i hadn't eaten all day after not getting my burger, while i was making what little food was available, frosted flakes, i heard something move in the living room. "Austin, James is that you?" i yelled. i felt an eerie chill go down my spine when no one responded, had i left the tv on? no i remember turning it off. so i walked into the living room and i found that the portrait of the old man had fallen off the wall, "good job Austin," i snickered. i pulled the painting up to put it back on the wall and i dropped it astounded, the man in the painting was gone. James came out and asked what was going on. i just stood there trapped in the thoughts of those people who had died in this house and the rustle that we heard in the attic. "Hey!" Austin yelled breaking me out of my trance, whats wrong with you?" he asked. i pointed at the painting and he lifted it, "whoa what the hell," he said. "James!" Austin yelled, James come in here!" no response, "is he asleep already?" Austin said annoyed. he set the painting down and started toward James' room but was stopped by a loud yell and then a thud, "James?!" Austin and i yelled running toward his room. we tried opening his door but it was being blocked by something, we both pushed it in and managed to unblock it. what we found made us both stop cold in our tracks. James was lying in his bed with his throat ripped out and a look of fear on his face. "oh my god," Austin managed to stutter out. then we heard the sound of metal on metal from the corner of the room. it, it was the man from the painting, he had metal talons on his hands and a smirk on his face, "you bastard!" screamed Austin, the man just snickered and started slowly walking towards us, i screamed and ran out of the room leaving Austin all alone with him. how could i do that to my friend? just leave him there with that, that thing? i heard running behind me, "oh god this is the end for me," i thought. then i heard Austin saying, "ha whatever that thing is he isn't immune to getting kicked in the nuts," i gave a half hearted smile wondering how he could be joking around with James dead in the other room. we heard a loud thudding in the hallway, Oh god its coming," i said,"Run, get to the car!" Austin yelled. we ran for it the thudding getting closer. we were almost to the door when i heard what sounded like metal swinging incredibly fast and Austin stopped, i kept running looking back to see that thing with his talons deep into Austins chest, i got to the door and frantically opened it and went outside slamming the door behind me and sprinting to the car. i checked my pocket to make sure i still had the keys, i did something good tonight. i opened the car door and climbed in, i put the key in the ignition ad then heard a loud crashing noise. the door had been blown off its hinges by, by Austins body thrown by that thing, that evil thing had used my friend to open an unlocked door! I turned the key and the evil old man was running toward me i put the car in drive and drove right into him, slamming on the breaks. he flew a good 9 feet before hitting the ground, i put the car in reverse and started pulling out. as i got the car turned around i could vaguely see that thing getting up, i broke its leg, i could see the bone sticking out of the side. but just as i got ready to get the hell out of this place i saw it push the bone back in and then, it started charging at me. "What the Hell!" i yelled ramming my foot on the gas pedal. as i was driving i could see that thing standing at the end of the driveway standing, staring at me with those beady black eyes, and then it jumped through the window of the attic and I didn't look back again.

when i went to the police and told them what i had seen they putout an APB for an old man with wolverine claws, at least that's what they said before sending me to a mental facility, i guess telling people you saw a man from a painting kill your friends they don't really believe you. so now iv'e been here for the last 2 months and my therapist says i should vent out my crazy, not his exact words but that's what i got from it, so i wrote my story. the orderly says someone delivered something for me at the front. I don't now what it is but she sounded like it was something i was should remember, but something about her eyes is bothering me, they don't have any color in them and they gleam just like that thi- 