In the Vent

Have you ever had the feeling of being watched. Of coarse everyone has had that feeling once in their lives. But instead of ignoring it, have you ever tried to do a bit more research on it? Have you ever actually tried to find out what would have caused that feeling. You see when i was about 2 years old i moved from my old house in Halifax, Nova Scotia, to the tiny island of Newfoundland, of coarse being about a year and a half i had no say in the topic. I lived in this house for the past 16 years and i still can't help but to continue to feel uneasy. When i was in preschool say, i was never quite the same after what i had experienced. In our last room at the end of the hall upstairs, which we called our "fun room" which was filled with all my toys and one of our only TV's. In the corner of the room, top corner of the room next to the door there was.........a vent. Nothing scary about that right? Well one day after playing with some of my army toys i started getting a little hyper. I was jumping and running, pretty much trying to get myself to calm down so i could settle in with milk and a movie. But it was during this time that i saw it. To this day i still can't remember how i could reach my head up to see inside the vent, heck even at the age of 13 i could reach there. But somehow at age 5 i looked directly into the vent. Nothing could have prepared me for the outcomes. A set of two huge gaping, black eyes looked at me directly. Every time i think about it, i get chills running throughout my body. These eyes were yellow and resembled almost that of a cat, if it wasn't for the fact that they had an almost human like pupil. I screamed as loud as i can yelling "MOMMY" or even "DADDY". The scream was blood curling and i can't help to wonder what my parents though at the time, hearing there precious baby yelling like someone had grabbed him and was dragging him away against his will. By the time they got up though, i was already hiding in the blankets. They must have though i was nuts or going through some sort of phase, cause when they looked in the vent nothing was there. After this experience i would always cover my head with blankets when i sleep, believing that if i covered my body it could not stare at me through the vent. Worst thing about it was that the vents connected throughout the house so every room i was in.........it was there watching me. Years after when our "fun room" was changed into a theater with a big TV to make up for those years we could not afford much, i still felt as if someone or "something" was staring at me. Through the vent. Even when we watched movies i slouched my head down below the seat to make sure it could not see me. Maybe at this point i was just being paranoid but my natural instincts told me to be on my guard at all times. In fact if i look i often don't see shit. Nothing is in those damn vents but i can't help but to feel scared. More years went by and my only brother moved to go to collage, so during the nights it got creepier knowing he wasn't in the room besides mine. I later moved my stuff and took his room because it was much, much bigger than mine. But when my brother comes home for the weekend he sleeps in my old room, now the guest room. I lived in my brothers room for i don't know how long now but just a few nights ago.........things felt off. That feeling i had as a kid came back to haunt me. I wasn't concerned with the supposed eyes in years. But my suspicions weren't of the vent, but of the figure behind me. A white blurry figure well always be behind me. Whenever i come out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me, or whenever i look into a dark corner. It's always the same shape of a little girl wearing a white dress and with black hair covering her eyes. So at age 15 i got fed up with it all and decided to get proof that it was all in my head. I never told anybody not even my own parents out of fear of being called a "Loony". I quickly grabbed my camcorder and started to film my entire house. Alone. It was terrifying to walk around an empty house so i got my dog to follow me downstairs and started talking over the video just to calm me down a little. As i reviewed the tape in my front living room sitting down on the couch, i.......i noticed something off about the footage. When i started to walk upstairs from entering the kitchen, over to where the living room was, the one i was sitting in, i saw the same little girl wearing a white dress appear behind the plant watching me up walk up the stairs. At first i though it was light from the window but when i tried it again the light showed no image at all. not even a lens flair. Upon realizing what happened i ran out of the house and decided to stay at a friends. I uploaded the video to YouTube but nobody really cared. I also posted it on Facebook but my Facebook friends only mocked me saying they didn't see anything and that i sounded so high in the video that i must be doing drugs, but it was the truth. Even my own parents made fun of the video and my dad asked to help me work on my next fake ghost video, where he would flick switches on behind me. But of coarse i denied. After several weeks of making videos i removed them from YouTube. I though it was best for everyone if i just left it all alone, until i opened a old book of mine that i bought at a school yard sale that teaches one how to catch ghosts. Everything about it was "fakey", the pictures were fake ghosts pictures from the internet and had cheap Dollerama ghost catching plastic toys. The one thing that caught my eye was the book itself. Although the books only purpose was for companies to make money off cheap ghost books for nerdy ghost catchers to buy it still taught me allot about ghosts. It explained to me why my dog always acted weird around cameras and ceilings, and how this thing was either connected to me or the house in some way. I would have been clueless unless if it wasn't tell i saw it. One day during midnight i saw the suns beam form a face on the wall. It didn't make any sense how light from the sun could be around at 12:00 am it's just not possible. I could not scream or move in any way, my heart just continued to beat and beat and beat until i blacked out. The next morning i awoke to the pleasantries of being in my bed with the lights off and the face gone. You would think it was just a nightmare but for some strange reason i had a feeling it was real. The face reminded me of my dead uncle, who lost his life in a freak flood before i was born. Knowing this i remember all those stories my Nan and Pop told around the fire of how my cousin was talking to her father in the sky at the age of 5, around the same time i witnessed the eyes in the vent. I knew it was all connected but the one thing i didn't get was what that little girl had to do with all this. I guess sometimes it's better to ignore that feeling of being watched.