Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26876932-20160306202042

I'll get the pictures with the story once it's saved.

Here is my story:

'(Author’s note: This is a true story; I am not making ANY of this up. I wrote everything in this story from my journal I kept. This story I wrote in 3 months, and I hope for this to become my personal top story on the wiki. This is NOT a blog, it is more of a journal I had to write, for the sake of writing a story and getting the word of my true experience out) '

Hello, thank you for thinking on reading my story. No really, thank you. You reading this story is my way of reliving myself from the dread I have experienced very recently. This is a long read story. I’ve never described this whole experience with this much detail. This is a true story, and I have even  noted that in the beginning. Let me tell you the story; the reason I am glad you even clicked on this article in the first place. =Chapter 1: Jan 1, 2016- Jan 10, 2016:= 

Jan 1, 2016: Hello, my name is Eric. I am here to tell you my story. During 2015, we left our house in McAllen, TX and were now moving to Brownsville, TX to move closer to family and to a better paying job. We were living in McAllen for 10 years, because when I was born in Houston, TX, my parents moved to McAllen in December 2004, because McAllen was closer than Brownsville, and the house in McAllen costed less at the time (According to my knowledge, the mortgage in McAllen has gone up). During late August of 2015, we moved to my grandparent’s house, and in early September, we moved to a fancy apartment. We had moved out of our apartment today for the following reasons:

1: The apartment costed over 1,600 dollars a month.

2: People would mow the lawn VERY loud every Saturday morning.

3: The internet there was INCREDIBLY slow.

And we were now moving back to my grandparent’s house.

Earlier that day, we were still at our apartment, emptying the building of our items. The first thing I did when I arrived was help unpack our junk into the kitchen and rooms. Later that evening, I stayed in my uncle’s bedroom (The uncle who is the son of my granparents), on my phone. It was gloomy outside, and there was no sun; just a cloudy, grey sky.

My grandpa came in the room, and began to talk to me about boring topics like politics and the United States government (he’s always talking about that). He then left after he told me that my mom was in the backyard feeding their dogs. Okay, now at this point, I step outside the building, and just gaze upon the quiet neighborhood.

I think now is a great time to talk about the kind of neighborhood they live in, okay? My grandparents live really close to the border of Mexico, nearly less than ten miles. The house across the street to the left is unfortunately the house of people who… do drugs (I don’t know which kind of drugs though), and yell, scream, fight, laugh really loud.

The people who live in that house have had a bad history, as far as I can tell. In their house, is a man who is very loud and has a really menacing voice, a crazy psychopath lady, several Mexican people (Spanish speakers) who are all messed up very badly in their heads.

Also, at times, they have wild parties, and the only way I know this is that when they might be having a party, their music is on, and it is on loud. I originally thought the music was coming from their backyard, but now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure that the music comes in from a smaller building connected to the big part of their house. The smaller part is towards the back.

The music inside is probably loud enough to damage their ears. They have it loud enough to be heard from outside of their building. It’s so loud, it can even wake me up while I try to nap.

Most of the houses are old, and already falling apart (you might find what I am describing to be very familiar to a previous story I wrote). They were wrecked, with the wooden stilts rotting and the paint is already chipped off, revealing a disgusting brownish-grey.

There is a house directly across my grandparent’s house that is rather new, very nice and has plenty of space.

<p class="MsoNormal">It is a very nice and pretty house, the rooms inside are very spacious, packing in tons and tons of room for bedrooms, kitchen space, and family fun. The house is absolutely gorgeous, it’s the house anyone would want to live in.

<p class="MsoNormal">According to my knowledge, the people who had originally lived there moved out 4 years ago, for reasons I don’t know. The house was at 303 Cedar Street. I remember there were two parents who lived there with their 6-year old girl (Or younger) for a period of time; I don’t have all the information about them and their house.

<p class="MsoNormal">Now, let me get to where I was at in this story before I cut off on 303 Cedar Street and its history.

<p class="MsoNormal">I got bored of staying in the house and decided I needed to get some fresh air. I stepped outside the house, and stepped onto the porch. I looked across the neighborhood, the quiet, empty neighborhood. The houses look like they’ve remained exactly where they are since the 1800s without being renovated once.

<p class="MsoNormal">I looked at the house at 303 Cedar Street, and found that It was located right next to a much, much smaller house.

<p class="MsoNormal">The house next to 303 Cedar Street had something about it that felt… completely off. The house was way too small, right next to its front door were two windows on each side, and if you kept following the windows, you would reach the wall. So basically, there could only be one room on each side of the house. The front door also has one of those old fashioned wire doors in the front of the front door.

<p class="MsoNormal">Now time to get into the weirder things about this house. The windows had hurricane boards hammered over them, preventing me from seeing the inside. The windows on the left and right side both have hurricane boards hammered onto their edges.

<p class="MsoNormal">However, the hurricane boards that covered the two windows on the front of the house are white, while the hurricane boards on the left sides are a chocolate brown. They look… unnatural, as if there are no windows on the front of the house. However, a bathroom window on the left is not covered.

<p class="MsoNormal">But what I find very odd is that the house is on 315 Cedar Street. The reason why I find that weird is that the houses all around are between 300-310 Cedar Street, and 315 Cedar Street feels like it’s out of place.

<p class="MsoNormal">I began to gaze upon the house. Not because I had no motive to stare at the house, but because I noticed that many people around Cedar Street say that weird stuff happens on 315 Cedar Street.

<p class="MsoNormal">They say it is haunted.

<p class="MsoNormal">I felt interested in the house, and began staring at it like I wanted something to happen. Like I wanted some action. Like I wanted a “weird thing” to happen. That was my motive to stare at it.

<p class="MsoNormal">I began staring, and for the first few minutes, nothing happened. Nothing interesting. Nothing weird. It was like the house was just sitting there, asleep.

<p class="MsoNormal">I kept staring; I didn’t lose interest for some reason. Something just kept me staring at the house. Something kept me watching it.

<p class="MsoNormal">I kept my eyes peeled. And after some time… something really, really weird happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">I saw that the wire door to was now... opening and closing all be itself. I thought it had to be the wind, but after some time, I realized there was no wind, It was really moving and closing all by itself. I began to get really creeped out, and my heart was now starting to race. I felt so creeped out, I knew I just had to inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">I thought about what I had seen at 315 Cedar Street. It just creeped me out. I kept thinking about what I saw; the wire door was opening and closing all by itself, and there was no wind outside. I felt odd after that, I stepped into my bedroom that I would temporarily sleep in, and just lay down.

<p class="MsoNormal">My mind could not get what I saw out of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Later that evening, when supper was getting started, I decided that I know had enough courage to step outside, and gaze upon the house at 315 Cedar Street again.

<p class="MsoNormal">The wire door kept on opening and closing all by itself; but during the whole time it was opening and closing like that, the front door (The main door) stayed perfectly closed. My heart was starting to race.

<p class="MsoNormal">As the wire door kept on opening and closing, it eventually closed and stayed closed. My heart rate slowed down by a little bit, but then I noticed something out of the corner of my eye: The front door had opened.

<p class="MsoNormal">My heart was now beating faster, as I had the strangest feeling in my body as I saw the inside of the house… or more so, didn’t. Despite the fact that the front door to the house had now opened, that did not reveal what the house looked like on the inside. When I saw door opened, all I saw was pitch black on the inside, due to the hurricane boards blocking any light to come into the house.

<p class="MsoNormal">I stared at the pitch black inside of the house, terrified; I stared at the house in plain old shock, and as I stared at the house, I saw something at the corner of my eye.

<p class="MsoNormal">An old lady was now tip-toeing towards the door, and when I say tip-toeing, I mean walking so slow, you can’t even tell the person is moving. But the lady got closer and closer and when she got closest, she leaded on the wire door.

<p class="MsoNormal">The lady looked very, very old, she couldn’t have been younger than 70 years of age. The lady just stared at me, and stared, while I was too scared to even move. Then, the pulled up her hand, and did the “Come here” movement with her hand, persuading me to come to her house.

<p class="MsoNormal">That was enough for me. I went inside the house and my heart was now racing fastest. The other times when my heart was beating, my heart didn’t beat as fast as it did in this instance. It was just rushing. The adrenaline rush was so intense to the point where I was worried that I would get a heart attack from all the panic.

<p class="MsoNormal">Later that night, I couldn’t eat my dinner. I just kept thinking about what I had saw that had absolutely put me on edge. I just could not eat my food after what had happened to me earlier that afternoon (At this point it was already dark outside)

<p class="MsoNormal">After I had barely finished my supper, I walked to the bathroom, the bathroom that had a door that opened to the backyard. I washed my hands (I had to help cook dinner) and went back to the kitchen for a short conversation.

<p class="MsoNormal">My mother and my grandmother talked about boring lady gossip, and after that, I got bored. That is how they always spend their time after they finish their supper.

<p class="MsoNormal">As I left, I noticed something that horrified me. Right there, outside the dining nook window, I saw that the door to the house on 315 Cedar Street was opened, and that the light was turned on (I wasn’t able to see what the house looked like on the inside though, because the light was too bright).

<p class="MsoNormal">But the most horrifying thing about what I had saw, was that right there, in the open space where the light was turned on, where the inside of the house was...

<p class="MsoNormal">There was a silhouette of the old lady I saw at the door who persuaded me to come into her grip. She was standing up, holding her hands together.

<p class="MsoNormal">I ran so fast to my bed I didn’t even see myself run.

<p class="MsoNormal">That night, I could not sleep. I kept thinking about what I saw. I just could not forget about what I had seen. That old lady who was so close to having me in her grip, and that blank silhouette, all mixed together to create a unique kind of fear… A unique kind of dread…

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 2, 2016: I woke up very, very cold. I was dreading the house across my street…

<p class="MsoNormal">Not much had happened today other than me making spaghetti and meatballs and made gelatin at night during 6:00 P.M. All day, I tried not to look at the house across the street. I couldn’t. After what I had saw last night, I just couldn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">But then I did and I saw… Nothing…

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 3, 2016: The same as yesterday: Nothing. The house has been inactive for two days, but I can’t stop thinking about what I saw on New Year’s Day. I can’t stop thinking about how the lady wanted to get me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I feel sick.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 4, 2016: At school, I couldn’t listen to the teachers. I couldn’t pay attention. I couldn’t eat at lunch. But I could feel dread. I could dread coming back home. And I definitely, certainly, positively could feel fear.

<p class="MsoNormal">I could not stop thinking about what I had seen a few days ago. It just would not wipe from my head.

<p class="MsoNormal">You can’t say that it was several days ago and that I have to get over it. You just can’t say that. Just because this happened three days ago doesn’t mean I am going to hold this in and pretend this never happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">The thought of that phenomenon and that horror just isn’t going to leave my mind any time soon. At school, I just felt extreme fear while I thought of how that old lady wanted me to come with her. It was something that I had never experienced before.

<p class="MsoNormal">All day, I acted quiet, and even secluded myself from contact with all of my friends.

<p class="MsoNormal">The lady…

<p class="MsoNormal">I couldn’t stop thinking about what could have happened if I went with her

<p class="MsoNormal">The lady…

<p class="MsoNormal">I just got more and more frightened when thinking about what could have happened if she got me

<p class="MsoNormal">The lady…

<p class="MsoNormal">I tried to make the day last, I did NOT want to have to cross that house to get to my temporary home. I did NOT want to put myself at risk of being harmed by whoever that lady was. And I did NOT want to see what was in store for me the next time I saw that house.

<p class="MsoNormal">All day, I thought about what I had seen. I thought about the tragic possibilities that could’ve been brought by that lady.

<p class="MsoNormal">And when I heard that bell ring to let out for school, my whole body froze. My body just felt like it couldn’t take anymore thinking about that house. I dreaded even thinking the words: Three, one, five cedar and street put together.

<p class="MsoNormal">I couldn’t leave my seat when the kids were leaving the room. My teacher got after me and told me to get out and to go home already. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay anywhere away from 315 Cedar Street. But I had to leave.

<p class="MsoNormal">When I got to the front of the school, waiting (And dreading) to go home, I noticed my parents were going to pick me up.

<p class="MsoNormal">I got ready, and braced myself. I made the most of the ride home. As we got closer, and closer to the house on Cedar Street, I braced myself harder than I could’ve ever imagined. And I saw…

<p class="MsoNormal">A red car was now parked in the parking lot of the house. I knew this was bad, so as soon as we were about to turn to our house, I had my phone in my hands, it was on camera, and I snapped a picture of the red car. It looked like some variation of a mini cooper.

<p class="MsoNormal">When my dad asked why I took the picture, I just came up with some witty excuse, and surprisingly, he bought it.

<p class="MsoNormal">What I saw was a terrifying setback to what I had seen three days ago. It was the kind of thing that made me feel traumatized. But I had to just stop thinking about it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 9, 2016: May I explain my absence for the week? I had been catching up with school work, and had to get my mind off of that house and that red car as much as I could, but no matter how hard I tried to get it deleted, it wouldn’t go.

<p class="MsoNormal">I’m writing this feeling very odd, because last night, I had a creepy dream. Let me just write down what I remember of the dream, okay?

<p class="MsoNormal">It started off as me in my bedroom, and then, I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the backyard of the house. I saw that the crazy drug-addict’s house was now rainbow on the inside. In the windows were rainbows. I remember it was still day and the sun was shining, but the dream still felt weird.

<p class="MsoNormal">What was creepy was that after I was done looking into the rainbow windows of the drug addict’s house, I looked at the house on 315 Cedar Street. I noticed that it was morning time, and the position of the sun during the morning affected the light that hit the house.

<p class="MsoNormal">I saw that the house was now surrounded by a forest and that the old lady was now outside, driving her red mini cooper-like car, (So I’m assuming that was the car she drove when she was alive) exiting the driveway. But when she left, I blinked once, and in that single blink, her whole house flew up in to the sky, and with another blink, the house fell to the ground, scratch-free.

<p class="MsoNormal">I blinked two more times, and like before, the same result happened. I remembered I was at the left side of the backyard. The side where my grandmother hangs wet clothes. I was feeling bittersweet horror, as when she came back, I blinked one more time, and her house flew into the sky, and the lady and her car flew with it.

<p class="MsoNormal">I woke up to find that the room I was sleeping in was now freezing, and I was worried about catching hypothermia from the low temperature in the room. I got out of bed, and noticed that the house was getting the same lighting as it did in my dream. I went into the kitchen for a while, and I felt hunger.

<p class="MsoNormal">A few minutes later, my mother returned from her time at the library for her job as a teacher, and now, I and my mom had to go to a super market to get groceries for our brunch.

<p class="MsoNormal">That whole day, I felt stressed. I kept thinking about the dream I had. Anything else that had happened in the dream has been lost by my memory of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">I just avoided staring at the house all morning, feeling uneasy while knowing that the position of the Sun altered the lighting, giving the house the exact same appearance as it did in my dream.

<p class="MsoNormal">Or, my nightmare.

<p class="MsoNormal">I have no idea why this happened to me, but all I know is that this is an experience I have had will change my life.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 10, 2016: So I just as I told you how I had a bad dream last night, I had another one this night. Before I get into the details, let me just give you all a quick summary of what happened this afternoon.

<p class="MsoNormal">For starters, I spent most of the day on the computer, typing a rough draft for an essay I had due on Monday. It was very stressful on my part. I spent at least a good 15 minutes typing the rough draft, and then spent 22 minutes writing down the final draft. I felt very pressured mostly because this essay I had to write counted as a six weeks exam, and it would be BAD if I didn’t turn anything in.

<p class="MsoNormal">We were giving this on Thursday, meaning we only had Friday to work on it if we didn’t want to do it on the weekend (Pretty ridiculous if you ask me), and if you didn’t turn in anything on Monday, you failed the six weeks.

<p class="MsoNormal">That just made me feel very worried, to really touch it. As I typed my story, I noticed that the crazy drug-addicts were having their music on high, and it was at the starting point of becoming a distraction. I didn’t let it get to me, and just continued writing my essay (I was already done with the rough draft).

<p class="MsoNormal">But then, I heard a different sound. This sound was not music. It did not have a funny, happy, catchy rhythm. It was not a sound that made me feel comfortable.

<p class="MsoNormal">The sound was coming from outside the window next to my bedroom. Now, the computer we have is in my bedroom, to conserve space because my grandparent’s house is especially small. Not that it’s tiny.

<p class="MsoNormal">It is a big size in general, but on the inside, rooms are small, hallways are big, and the backyard is what takes most of the space in the lot.

<p class="MsoNormal">Getting back to the sound, this sound was a creepy sound. It was the wind, but its original gusty sound was now becoming morphed by the large trees and long branches in its way, making it sound different; it sounded like the howl of a wolf.

<p class="MsoNormal">I am not exaggerating that at all; the wind was that badly changed to the point where it sounded that broken and that messed up.

<p class="MsoNormal">The drug addicts then decided to finally turn down their loud music. They turned it down to a lower volume, but still hearable. All of a sudden, they began turning it louder and lower two times before leaving it off and keeping it off. They must have gotten into an argument and I’ll discuss that in just a minute.

<p class="MsoNormal">After I tried to keep concentrating on my assignment, I heard another noise. It was the sound of an ice cream truck, an ice cream truck song. This is what I sounded like; though I don’t know its official name:

<p class="MsoNormal">I was no longer distracted; I had now gone from distracted to creeped out. I quickly did my assignment, like I was doing it in a rush similar to a way I would be running for my life. I pushed myself as fast as I could, because the song produced by the ice cream truck had already reached its climax about 4 times already, and I was beginning to feel worried as if it would began to loop endlessly.

<p class="MsoNormal">Of course, I had to tell myself that sounded stupid; and that just simply couldn’t happen. But then again, there’s always a possibility something’s going to go wrong…

<p class="MsoNormal">I was now imagining a worst case scenario: What if it never stopped playing? I was wondering if it would continue to play and continue as I sleep. That was making me feel very uncomfortable. I rushed myself to get the assignment and finished it in 22 minutes, which I was not exactly proud of at this point.

<p class="MsoNormal">Later that night, I kept hearing the tune from the ice cream truck play in my head as an earworm; one that simply wouldn’t get out of my head no matter what. If anyone knows the name of the song, please tell me. My dream was no better.  

<p class="MsoNormal">I dreamed that it was around Halloween time, and what I remember was that I was at a hardware store for some odd reason (But of course dreams mean nothing), looking at things like screwdrivers, chainsaws, lawn mowers, and weed eaters. After a while of this, I don’t remember what happened next, but after that, I was now on Cedar Street, right across my grandparent’s house.

<p class="MsoNormal">I walked around, and I eventually resorted to walking towards 315. What I remembered was that the hurricane boards were still up, but for some reason, I could see through them. I peeked in one of the windows, looking through the hurricane boards, and saw that the house looked much bigger on the inside. The beginning of the house was an L-shaped hallway, with the bottom side on the right.

<p class="MsoNormal">The width of the L was in front of a wall with two eyebrows, and upon gazing upon the eyebrows, I saw that the eyebrow closest to the left was leading to the living room. I can’t 100% remember what the eyebrow on the right of that one lead to, but if my memory has me right- the eyebrow to the right side led to a kitchen, incredibly small.

<p class="MsoNormal">At the back of the living room were two (More than likely more, I couldn’t remember everything) big windows that out looked the back of the house (But it was too bright outside for me to see anything), and two (Or more) above the windows I previously mentioned, and I also saw some stairs on the left side of the living room.

<p class="MsoNormal">And that was all I remembered of the dream.

<p class="MsoNormal">That’s going to be it for the first chapter, guys. Thanks for reading this. For now, I am really horrified about what has happened into my life. I never thought this kind of thing could happen to me. It means everything that there are people like you who are reading this and are understanding what I am going through right now. I will bring you chapter 2/5 soon. Once again,

<p class="MsoNormal">Thank you.

<p class="MsoNormal">Sincerely, Eric. =Chapter 2: Jan 11, 2016- Jan 15, 2016:= <p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 11, 2016: I woke up after that to find that the weekend was over, and that I had to go to school. I quickly got dressed, and when I got to school, all day I thought about my dream.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ever since the dream I had last night, I’ve felt very curious and uncomfortable when I think about what the house might look like on the inside. The house is so small that I don’t know how anyone could live in it. But to think that it’s haunted at the same time makes me feel scared. I just feel uncomfortable looking at that house and thinking about that lady now; I feel unsafe, like I am in danger.

<p class="MsoNormal">I feel like the old lady that once lived there wants to hurt me now, like she is angry at me. And that really, really scares me. All day at school, I didn’t dare tell anyone about what has happened to me in the past few days. No. They would only laugh at me and tease me, telling me that I’m probably stupid or something. They will definitely not believe a word I tell them

<p class="MsoNormal">During my ride home, I braced myself for the dreadful turn to the left, getting ready to prepare for what 315 Cedar Street had in store for me. When I saw what was at the house, I didn’t feel particularly scared; but rather, I felt confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">In the driveway of the house, there were two cars: A roundish, grey Dodge minivan in the front of a white, square-ish minivan. When I saw them, at first, I felt WAY confused. If the lady who lived there was the one who haunted the house, and if she was the one who owned the red car, then what on earth would two other cars be doing there? Especially if the lady only needed one? These thoughts kept rushing through my head, and unfortunately, I never got a picture of the cars. I totally would’ve.

<p class="MsoNormal">I wish I would’ve.

<p class="MsoNormal">When I walked into my room, I could hear a sound outside my room. It wasn’t the song coming from an ice cream truck; it was a fight coming from the crazy man and the crazy lady across the street. They yelled so loud that it was hard to actually hear what they said. (CAPS= Yelling)

<p class="MsoNormal">What they said sounded a bit like this:

<p class="MsoNormal">(The CAPS means they are yelling at the top of their lungs.)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Ahhh!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: Ain’t those mother fuckers just the bitchiest assholes you’ve ever seen?

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Yeah those mother fuckers are!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: GOD DAMN HONEY.

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: Talk on that, huh?

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: The fuck did you say?

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Well I (Incomprehensible)!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: '''OH YEAH?!!! '''

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: YEAH!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: NO.

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: NO.

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Really?

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: FUCK YOU!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: '''NO, FUCK YOU! '''

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: FUCKING ASSHOLE!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Slams car door)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: OH YEAH? I’ll SHOW YOUR FUCKING ASS, (Incomprehensible)!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Car engine now makes an intense vroom)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: WHEN YOU COME BACK, I’LL (Incomprehensible)!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Opens car window), (Incomprehensible)!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Wait RIGHT FUCKING THERE, BABY! (Runs into the building)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Scream)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Pulls out a rifle, and begins to pull the trigger)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Gunshot)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Scream)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Drives off)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Incomprehensible)!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Gunshot)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Incomprehensible)!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Then the crazy man kept on yelling. He would not stop. He kept yelling for what felt like hours. And every once in a while, he would shoot his gun and make a huge noise. Then, he stopped. And then…

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Angry yelling and screaming)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Angry yelling and crying)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Bawling)

<p class="MsoNormal">Then, he cooled down and went inside his house. I don’t know what to say about this experience, other than I am now dying to move out of this house and move to our new, recently constructed house that is brand new, and clean.

<p class="MsoNormal">My grandparent’s house is so old and dirty, the sinks are rusted, the paint is cracking with the walls, the bathtubs are full of mildew, and the fridges are filthy, the house is so old, it was actually built in the 1930s, according to my grandparents. They’ve been living at the house for 40 years.

<p class="MsoNormal">So that was my highlight of the day.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 12, 2016: So, this entry was a rather short one, I’ll discuss real quick. When I woke up this morning, I found that my throat was terribly scratchy. Like it felt like it was a sore throat, but at the same time, it felt so horribly scratchy. I didn’t know if it was strep throat or not.

<p class="MsoNormal">While we were exiting the driveway of our house, I noticed that in the driveway of 315 Cedar Street, there was a big maroon truck parked in the back of the driveway.

<p class="MsoNormal">I definitely thought that the white and grey minivans parked in the house the other day were simply the cars of investigators, but now that I saw that there are more cars that don’t belong to the original owner of the car, I am really starting to doubt that.

<p class="MsoNormal">All day, I couldn’t eat because of my scratchy sore throat.

<p class="MsoNormal">This may not be as short as the entries for Jan 2nd or 3rd, but this entry really makes me think.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 13, 2016: My throat is now feeling less scratchy, but more painful.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 15, 2016: I had just made a quick drawing with MS paint, but then deleted it because of how stupid it looked. I won’t include the picture for two reasons:

<p class="MsoNormal">1: The picture is made with MS paint, so you can imagine how bad it is.

<p class="MsoNormal">2: The picture is deleted.

<p class="MsoNormal">My throat had now fully healed, and at night nothing really happened on 315. So that’s going to be it for my second chapter, I’ll see you all for chapter 3/5 soon.

<p class="MsoNormal">Thank you.

<p class="MsoNormal">Sincerely, Eric. =Chapter 3: Jan 30, 2016- Feb 4, 2016:= <p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 30, 2016: Sorry there were no entries for 15 days. It’s just that I may excuse myself with two, very good reasons:

<p class="MsoNormal">1: The only activity happening at 315 Cedar Street is that when I go off to school, I can see that maroon truck parked in the back of the driveway, and occasionally, the Dodge minivan parked front of the driveway.

<p class="MsoNormal">2: Speaking of school, last week, I brought a failing 52% average for history in my report card last week.

<p class="MsoNormal">Shameful.

<p class="MsoNormal">But you can’t blame me. Our history teacher, Mrs. Monica G. Espinosa is considered to be one of, if not the worst teachers in the school, and that she doesn’t teach the class ANYTHING. That’s a fact, she just gives us a mediocre handout, makes us do it, and sometimes even gives us a vocabulary assignment, where we have to write a word, its definition, use it in a sentence, and a COLOR picture. That’s just stupid.

<p class="MsoNormal">In addition, she has horrible standards, like if you talk back, she’ll make you sit in the back and write a two-page report on not talking back to her or any teacher for that matter. Also, she even yells for us to shut up. That can be reported at our school.

<p class="MsoNormal">So that is all I could say about early time today. Later that night, I saw something interesting at 315. The red variation of a mini cooper was parked in the driveway. I took a picture of it, and I was proud to have a new photo of it. It’s right here, just for you to feast your eyes on it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Just as I was getting ready to leave the position of where I was at the window, I saw something: The old lady, was leaving the house, and getting into her car. She wore a solid hot pink long sleeve shirt and I couldn’t see her pants. I could finally describe her wardrobe now that I could see her in the light.

<p class="MsoNormal">Besides that, I was now terrified, and I was on edge. When she got in the car, her lights turned on so bright, they even illuminated the inside of my grandparent’s house with red light. Scary as hell.

<p class="MsoNormal">As she exited the driveway, she had her window opened, and when she got closest to viewing me, she just stared, and drove off.

<p class="MsoNormal">The rest of the day, I was so scared about what I had seen, I wanted to lay in bed all day. Now that something as scary as what I had seen on New Year’s day, I am once again on edge right now.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jan 31, 2016: So you know the drill, I discuss what has happened, right? Okay. Earlier today, I was in the bathroom for a long time, cramping a lot. I couldn’t say for sure why it was hurting so bad, but my best guess was some very strong hot sauce I used on a meal the other day, and I put a LOT of the sauce on my meal; hence, my stomach was on fire.

<p class="MsoNormal">While I was on the seat, I could hear the ice cream truck song play again. Now, as I was there, I could hear something coming from outside: The crazy drug-addict couple of the man and the lady were fighting, and I’ll use that same format I did last time:

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Holy shit, baby!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: I know, right!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: How much on (Incomprehensible)?!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Did you see how they fucked with us like that?

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: Yeah, those mother fuckers!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: I know right?

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: Yeah!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Yeah I know right?

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: Yeah baby!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Yeah, fucking assholes!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: C’mon baby, let’s go! (Loads gun)

<p class="MsoNormal">At that point, I was shocked; I knew they were mad at someone, but to even think they were about to harm that person was by far something shocking. I didn’t want to stand up, because if I did, they could most likely see me, the window is pretty much big enough, and it has no working curtain.

<p class="MsoNormal">I just sat there till they finished arguing, and when they were finished, they drove off. After, I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water to refresh myself. After I was done, I saw through the window, across the street, the old lady with the hot pink long sleeve ( Plus purple sweatpants and white shoes) was in her front yard, dancing and jumping.

<p class="MsoNormal">The whole time, she didn’t stare at me. She just jumped as if I didn’t exist there at all. Now, I am starting to feel less worried around the house, but I know that won’t be for long.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 1, 2016: Remember how I said I felt that I would feel more safe around 315 Cedar Street? Well, last night, something happened. I woke up 5:02 A.M., which is not the hour I usually wake up. I walked out of my room, and to my shock, I saw through the living room window that at 315, the front door was opened, and the light inside was on. I absolutely dreaded that, at night when everybody in the whole house was asleep but me, like I was the only person in the house.

<p class="MsoNormal">Pretty much nothing happened but that today.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 4, 2016: I was in a very bad mood today, because one of the annoying kids at school, Faith Perez was constantly bothering me about having a marker in 1st and 9th periods. I didn’t have time to put up with that, so I just tried to ignore her while I thought about what might happen at 315. But then, when I got up and she kept it up, she asked me what “color” the Sun is. When I told her to shut her mouth, she kicked me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was pretty pissed and then the bell dismissed us. When I was outside the room, she told me to go to hell. That really set me off. After she said that, I ran out of the building as fast as I could, running to the front of the school with some of my friends.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was pretty damn pissed, and really wanted to get her back on Friday; but I couldn’t she was absent that day.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dang.

<p class="MsoNormal">At home, I did some quick chores like dusting windows, and when I was done, I sat down on the computer seat in my bedroom, and added some extra info to my journal (The one with all the info copied to the text you’re reading right now), and stepped outside to get fresh air. I began hearing something; it was the faint cry of a young female child.

<p class="MsoNormal">Her voice sounded like she couldn’t have been older than 5. At first, I couldn’t hear it very clearly; it was faint. But after a while, it began to get louder, and louder, and as it did, the voice sounded more in agony, more miserable.

<p class="MsoNormal">I walked a few steps toward the driveway, and I came to the conclusion that the sound of the little girl crying was coming from 315. Then, I saw her on the driveway, crying, her eyes were red; her whole face was red, she was wearing a pink dress, (I think) a tiara, blonde hair, and she had a little teddy bear, a torn up teddy bear.

<p class="MsoNormal">At that point, I was panicking; I knew I had to help the little girl get out of there, but I was too afraid to even step a foot close to that house. After what I have been seeing at that house, I knew that there was no way in a million years I would step foot there, but I really felt bad for the little girl, and wanted to help her and get her out of there.

<p class="MsoNormal">Just I was stepping slowly towards the house, the door on the inside opened, revealing the dark house on the inside. The old lady walked up, picked up the young child and her withered toy, and walked into the house, before one last glimpse outside.

<p class="MsoNormal">And that glimpse was at me.

<p class="MsoNormal">She literally fricking stared at me. Like as soon as she was about to close the door, she looked and stared into me with a somewhat mad expression, like she was angry.

<p class="MsoNormal">That night we went to eat at Denny’s real quick. I was just so still on how that lady looked at me, and then I realized that the little girl who was on the driveway was a ghost too.

<p class="MsoNormal">After we got our food, we left and went home, and on our left turn to the house, I saw that on 315, the red variation car was parked on the street beside the driveway of the house, and to my worst fears, I saw that in the light being illuminated from the street lights, the old lady and the little girl were about to get into the car.

<p class="MsoNormal">There can only be 3 cars side-by-side on the street, so the red car was very close. I was in deep horror right now. The lady and the little girl I had seen earlier were now in front of my whole family. I just crawled in a ball, trying not even to think about the house.

<p class="MsoNormal">The most dreadful part for me was when we got off. I felt so vulnerable to her, I felt like she could hurt me so easily, but then, I tried to just think of a way to rationalize the situation. I tried, but I couldn’t. What I was seeing in front of me was beginning to slowly, and I am not even joking, it is starting to push my mental limits.

<p class="MsoNormal">That’s the end of that chapter, guys. I don’t know what to say now, I really don’t. This kind of stuff doesn’t happen to me, but when it does, sometimes I just don’t know how to react to it. See you all on chapter 4/5, guys…

<p class="MsoNormal">Sincerely,

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric. =Chapter 4: Feb 5, 2016- Feb 9, 2016:= <p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 5, 2016: Tonight, I tried to catch up on my journal. I was in a pretty bad mood, so I felt like I needed to cool my mind off of the experience I had yesterday. No, not just the little girl and the red car outside last night, but also how the annoying kid at my school bothered me like that.

<p class="MsoNormal">And to think that she just had to kick me? For expressing that I am pissed off? That’s ridiculous. Getting back to how my Friday today went, Faith Perez was absent, and I felt bittersweet;

<p class="MsoNormal">1: I wouldn’t have to go another second in pain sitting next to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">2: I couldn’t get my sweet revenge on her for attacking me.

<p class="MsoNormal">So I just spent the rest of the day, trying, trying to catch up on my journal. I felt like most of my memories were starting to become hazy, so I typed with as much memory as I could, the only memory at all that was completely hazy was the whether or not the little girl had the tiara or not.

<p class="MsoNormal">But, the dreams I have had were not hazy at all. Those dreams I have been able to remember as clear as day. I’m just shocked to see how my dreams are sticking in my head so well like that.

<p class="MsoNormal">Speaking of dreams, tonight I had a horrible nightmare.

<p class="MsoNormal">Formatting for the dream will be like this: I’ll number the scenes in order, and I’ll describe them with as much detail as I could remember.

<p class="MsoNormal">Scene #1: I was in my grandparent’s house in the living room, and what I noticed was that the room was in the same condition as it is right now. Right now, their house is filled with our junk, and it was still like that in my dream, as if the dream I was having was reflecting on real life.

<p class="MsoNormal">I pulled out a box, one that looked exactly like an earring box my mom had when I was a little kid, one decorated with stickers on the outside, openings, and its base was black. That box was something out of my childhood, and I will always remember the times I had with it.

<p class="MsoNormal">But then, it happened. I opened the box, and on the inside, I saw that there were pictures of the house on 315 and the old lady on it.

<p class="MsoNormal">What I saw just shocked me so fucking much. I am sorry for using the F word, but seeing this was by far the most horrifying thing I had seen in any of my dreams.

<p class="MsoNormal">To think that something from my childhood, something that made me feel happy and safe when I was still an innocent child, and to physically turn it against me with my fears felt so unfair. But that’s not all how I felt. I felt like I was vulnerable. Not like before when I used that word. Now that I saw that the lady hiding in something I loved, I felt like she knew everything about me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I felt like she was following me, like she knew who I was, like she knew my past, and that made me feel like she could just take me with her at any moment. Myself in the dream didn’t feel scared, but subconsciously I felt mortified to the bottom of my soul.

<p class="MsoNormal">I still felt horrified as myself looked at the pictures. Have you ever seen something in a dream that you didn’t know was but you knew it subconsciously, you did? When I looked through the pictures, I subconsciously knew that they were from the 1930s. They were black and white, and I saw pictures of the little girl with the dress in them, too.

<p class="MsoNormal">Scene #2: I was at a food court in the closest mall. I was at the last restaurant before it got to the stores. I noticed that there was a drink cooler were there were empty/unfinished drinks. I looked at them to see what I remember to be empty/unfinished soda cans, outside drinks, beer bottles, and baby bottles.

<p class="MsoNormal">And you know what myself did?

<p class="MsoNormal">I took what seemed like an empty green baby bottle, and drank it. I the dream, I remember exactly how disgusting and revolting the flavor was. It tasted like rotting tomatoes mixed with lukewarm fruit juice, with a hint of chile. The taste was almost unbearable, and I really wanted to wake up. But unfortunately for me, that was only the beginning of my nightmare.

<p class="MsoNormal">I then began vomiting on the floor, and I remember the taste of it. It was like the normal taste of vomit, except the taste of the juice in the drink was overpowering it. It was probably the most disgusting taste I have ever perceived in my life.

<p class="MsoNormal">I ended up walked toward a shop, with vomit covered all over me. But when I got there, I realized it wasn’t a shop at all, it was a very small, low-budget Spongebob themed waterpark. The entrance was a tunnel, and when I got to the park, it was a small room with geysers, and the room was facing a beach. It was a real beach. The room was decorated in Spongebob plastic wrap, showing Spongebob, Patrick, Squidward, Sandy, Mr. Krabs and Plankton every square yard in the wrap.

<p class="MsoNormal">The geyser would shoot out water, which would push me out into the sea. I tried swimming back, but I couldn’t, the riptide began to pull me out till I drowned.

<p class="MsoNormal">Scene #3: I was outside my grandparent’s house, it was night, and the sun was already set, and there was barley any light outside. The whole sky was a dark blue. I remember looking at the pictures one more time, and they were still in black and white. This made me think that the lady lived there in the 1930s. What if she did?

<p class="MsoNormal">Me and my family were at 303 when I walked toward 315. On the inside of the bathroom window for some reason, the light was turned on. I noticed the pictures outside the house hammered on the wall.

<p class="MsoNormal">As I stepped away from my parents, I noticed that when I turned back, they were gone. I was shocked. I kept looking for them, and when I went back to 315, the door was opened and the lights were turned on.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was then pulled by an unknown force toward the house, and I was unable to move when I got past the driveway.

<p class="MsoNormal">The most horrifying part was how the dream ended. I remember that I was in the back seat of the old lady’s red car, and I couldn’t see her face. I heard the Toreador March in the background. This dream was what began to really push my limits, again.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 6, 2016: After the dream I had last night, I did not want to do anything that concerned that freaking house. Nothing. But I still write about it, I keep being pushed by the old lady and that child. I didn’t want to think about it. I just didn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tonight, I got something from the crazy lady across the street:

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: AHHH!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: YAARGGH!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: Be, be be be be, be be, be, BEEE!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Bang)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: AHH!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Bang)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: AHHH!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: ART (Incomprehensible) ARE

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: ….

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: GET OVER HERE, BABY!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: SHIT NO!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Closes gate)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: HEY!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Incomprehensible)!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Closes car door)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Turns on engine)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: VROOM!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: RAHHH!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Holy shit, baby, back off, back off!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: VROOM, MOTHERFUCKER!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: Don’t you fuck me over, baby!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: YAAHHH!! (Drives off)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: NO!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: AHHH!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: WHY DID YOU CLOSE IN ON ME?

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: AHHHH!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: FUCK!!! YOU!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: AHH, AHHHH!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Man: (Closes gate)

<p class="MsoNormal">I guess I will leave THAT up to you.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 8, 2016: Something far more horrible happened today. When I got home from school, I sat on the toilet for a while. When I got out, I went to the window that outlooks 315. I began staring at it just to think about what I had seen in my dream and compare it to reality.

<p class="MsoNormal">I wanted that to help my mind recover from almost being traumatized, by thinking that the real thing wasn’t as bad.

<p class="MsoNormal">I stared at it for a while, till I saw something happening. The main door was opening and closing all by itself; like wind was pushing it. The door kept opening and closing until it remained open and stayed open.

<p class="MsoNormal">I continued to look around, and eventually got bored, until something showed up that I will never, ever forget.

<p class="MsoNormal">I saw that a grey, small minivan had pulled up from the behind the street, and parked next to the house on 315 Cedar Street. The car simply stood there, doing nothing at all. It just stayed there. Then, after a while, one of the doors opened, and out came someone.

<p class="MsoNormal">A young lady pulled out of the car; she couldn’t have been more than 30 years of age. She wore jeans, a grey jacket, a black shirt, and white sneakers, and she had brown, spiky hair. She walked towards the house, and just left the car there. She opened the wire door, and entered the barren darkness on the inside of the house.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then, she exited the house, went to the front and pulled a newspaper from the ground. She went behind the house, and then, the main door began opening and closing all by itself.

<p class="MsoNormal">At this point, I was on edge again, my heart was beating and adrenaline was pouring in. But she got me to keep staring, so did my curiosity. They kept me to stare and the house.

<p class="MsoNormal">I kept watching the house, with my palms sweating, and I saw that when the young lady came back, the main door had stopped opening and closing. Then she got inside, and had garbage in her arms, she opened the door.

<p class="MsoNormal">When she was inside, she kept the front door opened, and turned the light on. But on the inside, I saw nothing. Nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then, she just stared at me. She looked angry, and she had an ominous look on her face. She looked like she wanted to hurt me, she looked like a criminal.

<p class="MsoNormal">I went in bed after that, and shut my eyes. Later that night, I saw that the grey car that the young lady exited in earlier was now parked in the house’s driveway. I remember her leaving the grey car on the driveway, and now, it was right in the front of the driveway.

<p class="MsoNormal">And, when I got outside to see after I had snapped my picture, I saw something in the driveway: A man. He was in a wheelchair in the driveway, he couldn’t have been older than 50. He wore all black. He had a black T-shirt, black pants, and black shoes. He used the wheelchair to get closer to the house. At that point I was done.

<p class="MsoNormal">I tried to sleep tonight. I tried, but I couldn’t. But when I did, I had an awful nightmare, they keep on happening over and over and over. It went like this:

<p class="MsoNormal">I was just walking around on the front yard of my grandparent’s house minding my own business, when I began to hear the ice cream truck song play. I went towards the street, and I noticed that the song was coming from the drug-addict’s house.

<p class="MsoNormal">As soon as I noticed this, the crazy man and the crazy lady came outside with guns, and shot at me. The shootings felt burns, the kind of burns you would feel if your hand came in contact with fire. Then, they began firing more rapidly, and then I had to run.

<p class="MsoNormal">I ended up running to the house on 315 Cedar Street to stay away from their attacks, and because I was incredibly curious. I went towards the driveway, and then, their firing stopped. Then, I stood there, wondering whether it was a good idea or not to get closer. Then, I decided to get closer anyway, I just did.

<p class="MsoNormal">As soon as I stepped foot on the driveway, the gate closed in on me, trapping me in the lot of the house. I ran away from the driveway, and towards the backyard, but then, I saw it. The young lady and her grey car pulled up behind me in the driveway, right where I was, and was now smiling at me.

<p class="MsoNormal">She then procceded to hit me with her car.

<p class="MsoNormal">She exited the driveway, with no wall blocking her from the backyard, and know was chasing me with her car. The backyard was so lengthy, and I had more space to run. But she gained on me, and gained on me, and when she got closest…

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 9, 2016: I woke up in with a sore throat. All day at school, I felt scared. When I got home, I felt scared.

<p class="MsoNormal">When I got home, I noticed the guy in the wheelchair in the driveway again. After that, I didn’t eat anything all day.

<p class="MsoNormal">That’s going to be it for chapter 4/5. I will see you all in the final chapter, chapter 5/5

<p class="MsoNormal">Sincerely,

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric. =Chapter 5: Feb 13, 2016- March 4, 2016: = <p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 13, 2016: This will be the last, final and longest chapter of this story.

<p class="MsoNormal">I will let you know that previously, I mentioned I heard that ice cream truck song? Well, I well talk about that right now. While I was in the bathroom, I could hear the song with my own two ears. The song was a mystery, I didn’t know where it came from.

<p class="MsoNormal">But I remember in my dream, I could hear the song coming from the house on 315.

<p class="MsoNormal">I didn’t do much today. But, when I left the house onto the porch to see if anything was happening at the house on 315. My mind has completely changed now, after what has happened to me at this house within less than just two months, I have changed.

<p class="MsoNormal">The house I am in right now, my grandparent’s house is a place I have loved since I was born. I celebrated the holidays twice here, celebrated coming back from vacation here, celebrated Thanksgiving three times here, and even celebrated becoming a Brony here.

<p class="MsoNormal">To even think that those wonderful, nostalgic memories could be used against me just made me feel heartbroken. Like I had lost my happiness.

<p class="MsoNormal">The old lady, the little girl, and the man in the wheelchair have just been toying with me.

<p class="MsoNormal">And, I have a feeling they’re watching me.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 14, 2016: Today… Today was a very, may I say, big/bad day for me, okay? Today, when I woke up, my mom was in the kitchen, doing some cooking. I saw some cake mix, and spent the whole morning just making the cake batter for two dozens of cupcakes.

<p class="MsoNormal">I took breaks in between, playing with some of the cars, and looking outside. Outside, I found that nothing was happening at the house, so I felt relived. Until, I saw something: The grey minivan I saw not too long ago was parked in there.

<p class="MsoNormal">Of course, I have seen that minivan several damn times already, so I might’ve as well just dismissed it and go on with my day. Later that day, one of my uncles came over. While he was there, I didn’t pay much attention to his conversations while I stirred the frosting for the cupcakes anxiously.

<p class="MsoNormal">While he and some others discussed, all I could really pay attention to was him saying that he found a “better mortgage” and that it would be “close to his parents. I didn’t know what he was saying at first, and then, it hit me.

<p class="MsoNormal">My uncle wanted to buy the house on 303 Cedar Street.

<p class="MsoNormal">You see, my grandparents are very wealthy, but they save all of their money for everything. They are very stingy. They might not even let a penny go for something when the can get that something for less. I was shunned at that point. No other times I had felt as scared as right now. Back on New Year’s day, I would’ve thought that the silhouette I saw, and thought it was the worst thing I’d ever seen, and that it couldn’t get worse.

<p class="MsoNormal">But now, now that I know that I will have to be closer to 315 Cedar Street, I felt like I was hopeless. I went out of the kitchen and to the living room, and I wanted to explain that 303 is right next to 315 and that 315 is the scariest place I know in the world. But I didn’t dare say something like that. No, I just couldn’t. Not when they were so happy.

<p class="MsoNormal">Not when they were so vulnerable.

<p class="MsoNormal">My uncle said he was going to schedule a realtor to show him the house in a few days. All day, I felt horrified at the fact that he was about to buy a house right next to a haunted house. All day, I couldn’t stop thinking about the endless, horrifying possibilities about what could happen if he bought the house.

<p class="MsoNormal">Before he left the house, he asked us to see the house on 303 Cedar Street. I was really feeling horrified by seeing what could possibly happen at 315 Cedar Street, so I really did not want to go, but I did not want to have to explain why I didn’t want to go in the process, so I quickly looked both ways for cars, and walked across the street to 303.

<p class="MsoNormal">The house was rather pretty, the paint was very new. The house had almost no backyard, however. We looked at it for a while before we walked back. I was relived, and panicking at the same time.

<p class="MsoNormal">When he left, I just thought about what I had overheard. My dad then started looking at pictures, and he even got the email of the realtor. He then let me use the computer to find details about the house. What I found interesting though, was that the realtor gave him information on every house he asked for.

<p class="MsoNormal">Here, look at this info he gave him on 303:

<p class="MsoNormal">From: [mailto:Mabbot@___.com Mabbot@___.com]'' ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''To: ej17j@___.com ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Subj: Reality ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''The house on 303 Cedar Street was built in 1963,and is a single family home. It is a 8,300 square foot lot, be it is almost the size of an acre. It will not be the house your brother in-law will regret. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''The house was last renovated the same year it was built. The latest owners of the house moved out of the house sometime in 2012, according to my best knowledge. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Since then, it has been up for sale. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">I was wondering about sending the realtor an email about information on 315 Cedar Street, and decided the expense of getting my dad mad at me was totally worth it, I am so curious for information on that house that I am starting to feel unsafe if I don’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">Later that day, when I walked outside with my parents for a walk, and I could hear the ice cream truck song outside. I followed it, and found out that it was coming from 315 Cedar Street, there it was the loudest.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 18, 2016: I haven’t been able to write any more for a while, but that’s okay because nothing has happened there. I think the old lady, the little girl, the young lady and the man in the wheelchair already know about how I wanted to find out their secret.

<p class="MsoNormal">Also, I had been sick with a stomach bug, meaning vomit. I just have to say that vomiting is the worst feeling, I could go on and on describing how it feels, but that’s not what I’m going to do. I can go into details about anything but that right now.

<p class="MsoNormal">Earlier today at school, during 8th period art, I began to feel uneasiness in my stomach, at first, but then everything went to a BOOM in there. Then, I just had to hold it in. No matter what, because I don’t trust the bathrooms at school, I don’t know if it’s just me or not, but there is something about the toilet seats that make me feel uncomfortable.

<p class="MsoNormal">From the minute I got home, the cramp went to nausea, and I had to lay in bed for an hour. While I lay in bed, I just watched My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic on my phone. A lot of times when I got horrified at what I had seen at 315 Cedar Street, I used that show to calm me down, and surprisingly, it works every time.

<p class="MsoNormal">After I was finished watching, I let myself be vulnerable to vomit, and I ended up puking out green vomit. The feeling of throwing up was almost unbearable. I didn’t want to have to feel it.

<p class="MsoNormal">That night, I had another horrible dream: I dreamed I was outside the house on 315 Cedar Street. I saw all four of the family members come close to me at the same speed. When they got closest, they spoke the following at the same time:

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you know what we suffered?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you know how painful it is to die and not be able to rest in peace?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I felt scared already; they were now beginning to question me.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you just going to stand there while we stay on planet Earth, unable to seek peace?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. I wanted to tell them I was sorry, but I couldn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, looks like you need a lecture on death and the afterlife”

<p class="MsoNormal">I really wanted to speak to them, but I couldn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright, here comes your lecture”

<p class="MsoNormal">I was then in a different world, everything was bright. I looked around and saw them standing on the invisible floor, in the same position and distance they did before. They all had the same expressions; not a thing had changed about them. Then, they spoke to me again:

<p class="MsoNormal">“This is heaven”, they said, as a land of clouds and angels appeared on the left side to them.

<p class="MsoNormal">“And this is hell”, they said, as a land of lava, fire and demons appeared on their right side.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Depending on your deeds you did when you were alive, you go to different lands in the afterlife. For example, if you did good deeds, you would go to heaven. But if you committed bad deeds and crimes, you would go to hell”, they said staring at me with that same expression.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then, the lands disappeared, and they spoke:

<p class="MsoNormal">“And THIS is what happens when you have unfinished business and don’t get to go to neither”, they spoke, doing nothing but point to themselves.

<p class="MsoNormal">All of a sudden, I was back at the house. But the family was gone. All I could see in front of me were three cars: The red car, the big maroon truck, and the small grey car.

<p class="MsoNormal">My dream ended.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 23, 2016: We really didn’t do anything today. All I did was stay in my bed watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic on my phone, to help calm down from the dream I had a couple of nights ago. At night, I could hear the crazy lady make the following noises:

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: RAH!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Bang)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Bang)

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: RAHH!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Incomprehensible) motherfucker!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lady: (Incomprehensible)

<p class="MsoNormal">Later that night when we got back from a restaurant, I saw something different at 315. There was a light on the higher level of the front door, and it was very bright. But I saw that the main door was opened, and I saw something: There was a blue light that barley lit the inside at all. I could barley see what the house looked like.

<p class="MsoNormal">But then, I saw a light coming from the inside, the light looked like it was being illuminated from a cell phone. Then, I saw the young lady holding the phone; I realized it was her. She was just holding it up, not doing anything with it.

<p class="MsoNormal">As soon as I was going to get my phone, I wanted to snap some footage of the house, but I was getting superstitious about invading their privacy. But I did it anyway.

<p class="MsoNormal">I took my phone to record what I had seen, and to my disappointment, the main door was now closed. However, the light was still on and there were cars parked in the driveway, so I managed to snap the footage.

<p class="MsoNormal">But the family and the house keeps appearing in my dreams, and it did again tonight. What I saw tonight was something that I dreaded.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was me walking down Cedar Street, looking at the houses on each side till I came across 315. I noticed that some of my friends from school were opening the door and entering, which made me feel safe; but right now, there was no way I wanted to see the inside of the house, I feel very superstitious about revealing the inside to myself.

<p class="MsoNormal">I walked up to the steps to the door, and took a long amount of time to decide whether or not to go in. I eventually decided to, but when the door opened for me to get in, I slipped, and I fell on the rug inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">The rug was very itchy. I remembered that when I just stepped on it, all of the hairs were on my pants, and I wanted to scratch it, but I couldn’t. I wanted to relieve myself from the horrible itch, but I couldn’t. Out of the pain from all of the itching, I decided to go inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">The house on the inside looked huge compared to the outside; simply put it broke the fourth wall. I tried to look for my friends, but they were gone. All I really could do was bang on the front door that had now closed. I banged on it rapidly, until I noticed the back door I could exit through.

<p class="MsoNormal">I walked out, and ran back to my grandparent’s. I found that my friends from school were there so I said hello. I went to my father’s computer for some reason, and began typing information to my journal and uploaded pictures to the internet.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then, I looked out the window to see the old lady, the little girl, the young lady, and the man in the wheelchair, watching me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I woke up after that.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 26, 2016: I can’t stop hearing the ice cream truck song, the spirits keep toying with me. They’re appearing in my dreams, they appear in my mind, they appear at their house, they’re toying with me.

<p class="MsoNormal">The ice cream truck song won’t stop playing in my head, it’s an earworm right about now. I do my best to stay calm now, but I can’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">I really wanted to tell you about what has been happening recently. My uncle was going to get a realtor to show him the house on 303 Cedar Street yesterday, and he said that he really wanted to buy it. I was becoming very concerned now, what if he would hear the ice cream truck song everyday?

<p class="MsoNormal">My worst fears are coming true, so I don’t know what to do anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 28, 2016: Today, we went to the flea market, the place my grandparents go every Sunday morning. The place there is very efficient, the place is actually were lots of people who have little money go. Everything at the place is cheap. They sell all kinds of things, ranging from toys, food, video games, TV show DVDs, movie DVDs, they have food trucks, you name it.

<p class="MsoNormal">While we were there, my younger brother got a bubble-blowing machine for around 3 dollars. He enjoyed it at the store and when we got home. When we got home, I saw the door was opened on 315. I got a little closer to the house, and I noticed that there was an uncovered window in the back.

<p class="MsoNormal">I could see light on the other side, but the inside of the house was still pitch black. I stared a little bit more, and I saw something out of the corner of my eye: There was a shadow in a wall, the shadow represented the young lady.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then, I saw here walk past the window, and saw her right there. She stared at me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I noticed the grey minivans I saw previously parked in the driveway, so I went ahead and snapped a picture.

<p class="MsoNormal">I went inside, and found that the door was still opened.

<p class="MsoNormal">It would not close, after an hour, it was still open, and when I went back outside, I saw the silhouette of the man in the wheelchair right next to the door. Unfortunately, I never got a picture of that.

<p class="MsoNormal">But he just looked so lifeless.

<p class="MsoNormal">Like he was dead. He didn’t move, or speak, make any faces I could see within the small amount of light. Nothing. But then, he did it: He moved his head toward me, and just stared.

<p class="MsoNormal">I went back inside, I couldn’t see another second of his stare. I tried watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic to help calm myself down. And it still did.

<p class="MsoNormal">Later that day, I remembered how anxious I was to send an email do my uncle’s realtor. And you know what I did? I actually did send him an email. It went like this:

<p class="MsoNormal">''From: [mailto:eroelg@___.com ej17j___.com] ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''To: [mailto:Mabbot@___.com Mabbot@___.com] ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Subj: 315 Cedar Street ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''I have been very curious on information on this house, because my brother in law was also very curious about it. He was interested in all the information about it, and he was also into buying it! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''May I please have some statistics about the house on 315 Cedar Street I can show him? I would like to have him satisfied! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">That night, when I was in bed, I saw several police cars parked on the side, and I saw police on the driveway. They were entering the house, taking a bunch of stuff out. I went back to bed, but then, more police cars showed up. Eventually, I got to sleep, and I dreamed about the spirits again.

<p class="MsoNormal">They were just watching me. Everywhere I went, they would be with me, watching me, and I could hear the ice cream truck tune.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feb 29, 2016: Remember the email I sent the realtor the other day? Well, today, got feedback from him. The email was sent to me last night, by the time I was probably asleep. The email went along the lines of something like this:

<p class="MsoNormal">''From: [mailto:Mabbot@___.com Mabbot@___.com] ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''To: [mailto:ej17j@___.com ej17j@___.com] ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Subj: 315 Cedar Street ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''The house was built in 1963, and similar to the house on 303 Cedar Street, the lot on 315 Cedar Street has a 8,300 square foot lot. The house comes with one and a half bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, a small living area, and an exit to its backyard. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''The house’s latest owners passed away in the year 2004.The accident is still unknown. According to my knowledge, the names of the owners were Maria Perez, the oldest, Hector Perez, a man with a walking problem or disability, being he had to use a wheelchair, Julia Perez, the younger, and Julie Perez, the youngest. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Now the information I got was from several people who live/have lived within Cedar Street for the past 10-20 years. If any information is incorrect, I am sorry. But that is the most information I can give you. However, even though no one is living at the house, several days ago, a grey Dodge was found parked in the driveway. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">I noticed the last sentence, and that made me realize maybe I’m not the only one who realizes what has happened on that house. But now that I know their possible names, I’m going to set it up like this:

<p class="MsoNormal">Maria Perez- The old lady

<p class="MsoNormal">Hector Perez- The man in the wheelchair

<p class="MsoNormal">Julia Perez- The younger lady

<p class="MsoNormal">Julie Perez- the female child

<p class="MsoNormal">So I pretty much knew them know. But what I don’t know is what the other cars have to do with the family. For now, I will be setting a hypothesis. The other cars might have belonged to dead relatives of the family, though I am not sure at all, it is just my hypothesis. I couldn’t be sure on that.

<p class="MsoNormal">But I’m really starting to think that’s the case.

<p class="MsoNormal">March 3, 2016: Someone else bought the house on 303 Cedar Street, so my dad was going to disregard the realtor via email.

<p class="MsoNormal">March 4, 2016: This will be the last entry I make in this story. At the time you’re reading this entry, I will have already moved to my new house. I wanted to make this entry longer, however, certain circumstances kept me from doing so.

<p class="MsoNormal">Earlier today, when we were packing our stuff, I did it: I walked to 315 Cedar Street, and just stared at the house. They didn’t scare me anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal">After a while, the door opened, and Maria looked out. I walked back to my grandparent’s house, to find that when I turned around, Maria, Hector, Julia and Julie looked at me one more time. I went back inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">I packed my stuff, and as I did, I noticed they were gone. I kept on packing, and when we were done, we got in the car, hardly even wanting to wait for our new house. I looked at the house on 315 one last time, and Maria, Hector, Julia and Julie were all standing there.

<p class="MsoNormal">We all gazed in excitement at our new house, thrilled for the memories that would come here. I was very, very glad too. Once we unpacked everything, we went with our relatives to dinner to celebrate. That night, I was able to sleep. The nightmare was finally over, everything was the way it should be.

<p class="MsoNormal">Maybe it is just me, or not, but I think that I have done a good deed here. To think that I have put the word of the family of 315 Cedar Street whom tragically died, it may be good for others to know and be able to feel sympathy for them.

<p class="MsoNormal">But maybe I got a little too carried away with that thought. Because tonight, when I was looking out my window, I saw that same red car Maria drove in pass by the street, and I thought I could hear the faint song of the ice cream truck.

<p class="MsoNormal">Thank you for taking the time to read my story, despite probably not believing it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Sincerely,

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric.

<p class="MsoNormal">She’s watching…

<p class="MsoNormal">They’re watching…

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