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This story is not yet finished. There is so much detail I must go over and so many things that happened that I decided to release the story chapter by chapter. I will be updating it on the original blog, so be sure to follow it if you would like to keep up to date. Otherwise, I will post the chapters here as well as they release.

Prologue

Before I begin this story, I want to give a disclaimer: all of the following events are true. Nothing about this story is fictional. These are my personal experiences, my reality. I know many creepypasta authors make this claim, but not many actually mean it – but I am dead serious. I only label this as a creepypasta because it fits the bill, and I figured it made a good story. I decided to share this with you all because I would like to spread the word of what is actually out there so that people are aware - aware of little we truly know about this world we live in, and how these things have affected my life, as well as many others. There are things much more dark and sinister than even the worst side of humanity, and I have witnessed them. This is the sort of thing that is only talked about in movies, yet for me, these are events would shape my beliefs and who I am at the core for the rest of my life. These events are what caused me to have such a deep interest in the spiritual and the supernatural, both the good and the evil sides of it. These events are what caused me to join a paranormal investigation group and aspire to help people in situations similar to the ones I have experienced, and to learn more about the other side. I am writing this story as a narrative for entertainment purposes only, and I hope you not only enjoy it, but I hope that it helps some of you understand that there is more to this world than some would like you to believe.

I also would like to give thanks to friends who have supported me throughout the years and have helped me with these memories, and who inspired me to share my story, as well as the friends who have waited so long to finally hear this story. I would also I would like to thank the rest of you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: The House that Watches

It’s difficult to judge where exactly I should begin, but I suppose I’ll tell you a bit about myself. I’m 21 year old male who grew up in Las Vegas, Nevada. My parents were very religious and wanted me to be, but I lost my faith in religion during high school. In all honesty I’m not sure I ever really believed in it, I just needed something that explain the things I’ve witnessed. Having experienced the supernatural at a very young age, it made sense at the time. As I studied deeper, it started to raise more questions than it answered, and the scripture just seemed so twisted and flawed. I soon became an agnostic. Nowadays, I simply define myself as a very spiritual person, whose faith in the afterlife is defined by my experience with it. I have a fairly complex set of beliefs - I won’t get into them now. I was a fairly normal kid growing up. I was a bit hyperactive, having ADHD, so I was a troublemaker. I hung out with the “rocker/stoner kids,” and I had a deep love for rock and metal music, nature, and most things deemed geeky or lame.

When I was in 6th grade, I met my best friend of my middle/early high school career. I wish to protect the names of the people who were involved in these events, so for the sake of the story, we’ll call him Jay. Jay and I were inseparable. We did everything together. If he wasn’t at my house, I was at his, often for several days or even weeks at a time. Eventually he moved, and though Jay lived on the very edge of town, he continued to go to the same school so he could see his friends, including myself.

Jay and I didn’t actually become best friends until 7th grade, however. I remember, Jay had just moved back into town after living in California for a year. He was excited to run into me in the hallway at school after class that day.

“Hey man!” I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned and saw it was Jay.” What’s going on, buddy?!”

“Jay! What’s going on, man?! It’s been a while!” We slapped our hands together, slid them off and touched knuckles.

“Yeah, no kidding, dude! I’ve been away in California, visiting my dad.” Jay explained, and we talked for a few minutes to catch up with each other.

“Hey dude, so listen,” He began as we slowly stopped walking, “my sister is having her birthday party this weekend and I’m allowed to bring a friend. We’re going bowling. Wanna come?” He asked. “I’d like to hang out with you and catch up!”

“Sure, of course I’ll come,” Jay and I actually met at a birthday/slumber party for a mutual friend, and this would be the second party we attended together. “Sounds like fun!”

“Sweet! Here’s the address. We’re starting at 3.”

The weekend came around and I arrived at the bowling alley. I found Jay, and took a seat with his family and friends. I introduced myself, and we began to set up the games. We played, and Jay won - he was a natural athlete. “Yes! Jebus strikes again!” He laughed after making a strike, his name on the scoreboard being “Jebus” (the Simpsons movie had just come out, which is what the name referenced).

“Nice job man, that was fun!” I said as he approached the table.

“Yeah, good job to you too!” He took his seat across from me. “Hey, do you wanna spend the night at my house tonight? My mom says it’s okay!” He offered.

“Sure, I’m down!” I left with Jay and his family to their home that night.

I remember when I entered that house, the first thing I noticed - aside from the pack of barking dogs - was the energy within the home. There was a presence so dark in that place, it felt like the whole house was watching you. I decided not to mention it.

Soon, more birthday festivities began. We had cake, sang happy birthday, opened presents, and played some Rock Band with his siblings. Eventually things died down, and it was time for bed. I slept on a mattress downstairs, alone. Nothing out of the ordinary really happened that first night, but I remember I just hated being alone in that place. I felt like from every corner, something was standing there, staring at me. In every window I felt someone was gazing inward, observing me, and whoever it was, they didn’t like me. It always felt that way. I decided to play some video games, and I hyperfocused on the game I was playing at the time - Fable: The Lost Chapters, and tried to ignore this uneasy feeling.

Chapter 2: Old Haunts

The next time I stayed over at Jay’s, I was talking with him and his sister Brittany as we were hanging out in the living room. I was laying lazily across the couch, and Jay was slumped on a smaller couch across the room. He was playing with a big exercise ball - bouncing it up and down, rolling it around. Brittany was in the kitchen next to us, looking for something to eat. We got onto the topic of ghosts. Jay and I discovered we had an intense mutual interest in the paranormal, which I believe is what began to define and shape our friendship to become an incredibly strong bond. Brittany and I weren’t particularly close, however. I only knew her for about a year before she moved away to California. She returned from time to time but never for very long, and I don’t think she liked me very much to begin with. Though I have to admit, middle school boys tend to be pretty obnoxious. I can’t really say I blame her.

“Hey,” I began, looking at Jay, “do you guys believe in ghosts?” Jay’s face lit up at the question.

“Oh yeah dude, I’m pretty sure this place is haunted!” Jay responded excitedly, dropping the ball to the ground. “The Buddha lamp in my room will sometimes come unplugged at night, and Brit has had her closet door open and close on its own.”

“Ugh, that Buddha lamp. Don’t even start!” she exclaimed, slowly retreating from the conversation, covering her ears. “Fucking creepy!”

“Yeah, we think the ghost comes from her room, or likes to stay in there, or something.” Jay added after she walked away.

“Okay, so maybe I’m not crazy.” I sat up properly on the couch. “I thought I felt something watching me last time I was here while I was in this room alone at night. I guess it’s not so bad though. Unplugging a lamp doesn’t seem that scary.”

I didn’t think much of it at the time, after all it was just a lamp, right? Now that I’m older and I have done more research however, I have realized something extremely ominous. As subtle as a lamp being unplugged may seem, Buddha is a powerful religious/spiritual figure, and it unplugged a lamp shaped like Buddha specifically… No other lamps in the house came unplugged. It specifically wanted to block out anything of a religious or spiritual nature. Only something inherently evil could be that offended by something that is supposed to bring about positivity. Thinking back on this now that I am older, it gives me the chills…

“Yeah, you’ll probably feel that a lot. I feel that all the time, and I know it does watch us. I just hope it doesn’t watch me get dressed.” Jay laughed before using the exercise ball as a footrest. “What about you, have you had any experiences with ghosts?”

“Oh man, where do I even begin?” I leaned forward slightly. “Well, the first time I ever actually saw a ghost was when I was about seven or eight years old. I lived in an old townhouse, like the one I live in now. It’s essentially an apartment the size of a small, two-story house, conjoined to three other apartments.”

“Okay, so what happened?”

“I walked into my garage to go outside and ride my bike. I reached for the button to open my garage, and I shit you not, there was a boy standing by my washing machine.”

“Whoa,” Jay had an astonished look on his face - eyes wide, eyebrows raised, mouth agape. “That’s creepy.“

“Hmm, not really, actually. Seeing him wasn’t scary at all. To me, ghosts aren’t as fearsome as people make people make it out to be. When you think about it, they’re just people without bodies. They’re not all bad.” I relaxed against the couch once again.

“I guess so.” Jay conceded. “Well, what did he look like?”

“I didn’t realize this at first, but he was absolutely void of color. He appeared transparent, like, I could see the objects behind him, I could see through him! It was as if he were composed of white light, almost like I was watching him on an old black and white television screen. He had short hair, a striped shirt, shorts, and shoes tied neatly. He was also holding a beach ball.”

“Huh. Well, what happened after you saw him?”

“Well, he spoke to me, actually.” I smirked.

“No way!” Jay contested. “What did he say?”

“He asked me if I wanted to play with him, to which I replied ‘Sure, let me just ask my mom,’ still not realizing what I had just seen. He just seemed so… alive, I guess. What was especially peculiar is that when he spoke, his mouth did not move, as if he were not even using it at all. Rather, he seemed to plant these words into my mind, like, telepathically.”

“What?! He planted words into your mind?! That’s crazy!” Jay declared almost in disbelief, with a big grin on his face. He chuckled slightly. Jay had never heard a ghost speak to him before.

“No kidding!” I agreed. “My mom was in clear view behind me at the time. She was sitting on the couch across the room, visiting with a friend. I told her there was a little boy in the garage who wanted to know if I could play. Concerned, she asked, ‘A boy? What boy?’ and she hurried to the door, like, panicking. We both looked into the garage where the boy was standing, but he was gone! Then she demanded frantically that I come inside.”

“Why do you think she freaked out?”

“I don’t know, I guess it was just creepy. She also said that she would see boy almost every night at the top of the stairs out of the corner of her eye while she was reading her books.” I got up to get a glass of water, and headed toward the kitchen. “She would tell him to go to sleep, assuming this boy was just me, getting out of bed for whatever excuse a child could find to not be in bed. When she would become frustrated and look up at the boy, there would be nobody there, as if he simply vanished.”

“Strange. So did anybody else see him too, or was it just you and your mom?” Jay asked quizically, getting up and entering the kitchen with me.

“My sister also claims to have seen him, while sleeping in my room one night. I had a bunk bed, and she was afraid to be alone in her own room since she was afraid of the dark - she was only maybe five years old at the time. I guess he asked her to play with him too, but she told him she had to go to sleep, and he disappeared. The neighbors in the other three apartments claim they saw him too.” I explained as I grabbed a glass from his cupboard and poured myself some water from his fridge.

“So she basically had the same experience as you! That’s a pretty neat coincidence when you think about it. So did you ever find out if someone died in your house?” Jay leaned against the kitchen counter, smiling with amusement.

“Yes, actually. I was just about to get onto that.“ I answered before taking a sip of water. I leaned against the counter opposite from him. "We found out from our apartment manager a little boy had died in our home, hitting his head against the front door’s doorknob after being pushed by his mother’s boyfriend in a domestic violence incident. He was about my age.”

“Damn,” Jay asserted. “That’s intense.”

“For real. There was also a time when my mom also heard voices in our garage once while it was closed. She opened the garage door to find me playing hockey in the garage, and the other hockey stick we owned was standing upright across the room. When she walked in, it suddenly dropped to the floor.”

“So you were playing hockey with the ghost?”

“Yep, I guess so. She asked who I was playing with, and I said, ‘The boy!’ and of course she asked, ‘What boy?’ and I responded ‘The boy! He’s right there!’ and pointed toward where the hockey stick fell. There was nothing there, so she again told me to come inside. I don’t remember that ever happening though, which I find even weirder.”

“That is really weird, man… Did anything else happen in that house?”

“Well, there was one other thing.” I began, walking back toward the couch in the living room. I took a seat once again. “Someone was once calling my mom’s name from her bathroom in a whisper. Thinking it was my dad, who was actually away at work at the time, she wearily asked, ‘What?’ Then, suddenly an old man exited the bathroom, quickly pacing his way across the room toward her, before looming directly over her.”

“Well that’s not fucking scary at all.” Jay responded sarcastically while remaining in the kitchen, before making his way back to the living room as well, returning to the couch he was on before.

“Right?!” I laughed. “He was wearing a red flannel sweater, old blue jeans, a pair of boots, and he had a big beard. He looked sorta like a lumberjack, she said. He yelled at her, telling her to get out, and she shot upward in panic, before realizing the man was gone. She didn’t sleep the rest of the night. She couldn’t figure out if it was just a dream or something she actually experienced, but my money’s on the latter.”

“That’s some crazy stuff man. Got anything else? I’d love to hear more!” Jay begged.

“I think I may have something else, but I’m not sure. I once was hiding in my closet at a different house, and I heard someone whisper my name in my ear. I didn’t believe in ghosts then, so I brushed it off as my mind playing tricks on me. I was five, and I had just assumed ghosts were made up, that they were only found in movies. I think the weirdest part is that I can’t remember why I was hiding in my closet.” I told him. I began to think deeply to myself, in order to figure out what was happening at the time. I still don’t remember though. Maybe it was just a game of hide and seek or something.

“I don’t know man. That’s really weird though.” Jay answered. Jay and I continued to talk about our experiences with ghosts, but unfortunately I can’t recall many of his stories.

Chapter 3: Creatures of the Night

Months had passed and not a single bit of activity had occurred, other than the Buddha lamp being unplugged occasionally. It was winter break and, naturally, I was staying the night at Jay’s house. We decided to build a fort that night out of mattresses, blankets, and tents, which is where we would usually sleep if we weren’t upstairs. His family had two living rooms, so we boys got one all to ourselves, which was pretty neat. We built several different forts throughout our time in that house, but this one was rather simple, as we worked with what we had at the time. We propped up a tent against a wall, and put two mattresses inside. We decided to bring a TV and an Xbox 360, and since the TV was one of those old CRT TVs and was fairly big, our mattresses had to hang halfway outside of the tent. We then lined up chairs in a walkway formation that lead to the entrance to the tent and covered them with sheets to create a crawl space. This effectively covered the mattresses as well so we could no longer see the rest of the room, and still allowed us to see the TV. After some hours of chilling in the tent and playing video games, we went to sleep watching some Futurama on DVD.

It was the middle of the night, and I woke up. I didn’t catch the time, but it was late, if not very early in the morning, before the sun was up. The glow from the television screen kept me awake, and the show was paused. I groaned as I rubbed my eyes.

“Dammit, man…” I said to myself, frustrated due to my sleep being interrupted. I looked around the dimly lit room, realizing the sheets for the crawlspace had somehow fallen, as well as many of the chairs. I assumed it was due to the dogs, so I turned over on my pillow and tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t manage to. I had that strange, uncomfortable feeling that someone was in the room with me, watching me again. I took a look around the room again, when something caught my eye.

“What the hell?” I thought to myself. At first I couldn’t tell if my eyes were just playing tricks on me, so I put my glasses on. I came to the grim realization that this time, being watched wasn’t just a feeling…

I looked toward the landing of the stairs, and in the glow of the television screen, I saw a shadow. It appeared to be the dark shadow of a man probably eight or nine feet tall, just standing there on the landing. I looked for any possible explanation I could as to why that shadow was there, what could have been casting it, what objects were causing this shape to appear. There was no reasonable explanation. It was just there. The only conclusion I could come to was that someone had to be standing there, someone I couldn’t see, and he seemed to just be staring at me, unwaveringly.

I was too afraid to say anything, and I didn’t want to wake Jay. Uncomfortable, I remained silent and pretended I didn’t see him. “Maybe if I just pretend to fall back to sleep and act like I didn’t see anything, it will go away…” I convinced myself. I rolled over, and curled back into my blankets, and feigned sleep.

A few minutes passed before I heard the tapping nails of dog paws against tile floors walking beside me. I turned over to look, and saw a black, shaggy dog trotting into the kitchen with a bounce in his step.

“What the fuck..?” I said under my breath. Jay owned a black dog, but not a shaggy black dog - not a dog like this. As I took a closer look, I realized the dog appeared to be transparent. I then heard his dogs bark a few times, and I immediately shot up and decided I should investigate - after all, they were German Shepherds, guard dogs, and they don’t usually bark for no reason. I heard the dogs rush out the doggy door and into the backyard as I walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights. I saw Jay’s dogs from the sliding glass door. They were staring at a wall, barking aggressively. I opened the sliding glass door to the backyard.

“Hey, hey!” I interrupted their barks, “Quit that! Come inside!” I commanded of them, but they refused to listen. They continued to bark at the wall, occasionally glancing at me. The barking was enough to wake Jay.

Jay came around the corner into the kitchen, and he approached the sliding glass door as well, opening it wider to make room for himself to yell at the dogs.

“HEY!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. The dogs suddenly stopped and turned around. “Shut the hell up and get inside!” He commanded. They reluctantly followed his orders and entered the house, but they did not move very far from the window.

“Come on man, let’s get back to sleep.” Jay suggested. I agreed, still unsure what to make of the situation. The only certainty was that I was tired as hell.

Jay woke me in the morning, and began to cook us breakfast. As I sat at the table, I asked, “Hey man, have you ever seen any like… ghost dogs around here? Like, a black, shaggy dog?”

“DUDE!” he exclaimed excitedly, turning his attention away from the eggs in front of him. “You saw it?! I see that thing all the time lately!”

“Well, shit.” I uttered. “I also saw a big, black shadow of a man on the stairs. I don’t know what that was all about.”

“I see weird shadows like that around here all the time now, dude. Trust me, you’re not nuts.”

“What’s with the sudden increase in activity?” I asked.

“I don’t know man. It’s pretty crazy! It’s actually pretty cool!”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I agreed hesitantly, still rather unnerved from the night before. Even if Jay didn’t seem very worried, something still just did not seem right about last night… 