American Horror Story

SCARY THINGS ARE AWESOME.

I don't know if anyone else has a haunted area, but my parents' (HOLD ON. JUST ACCIDENTALLY TURNED ON AMERICAN HORROR STORY. BE PREPARED FOR RANDOM COMMENTS FROM THE SHOW. JUST THOUGHT IT WAS IRONIC THAT I JUST TURNED IT ON) house is haunted. I've known it almost since we moved in there. Our house is very old and has had 5 different additions after it was originally built. The upstairs has had the most work done on it. (Holy Shit the opening credits are freaky as fuck). I'm going to describe how the upper layout was for the majority of my life. At the top of the stairs on the left is a bedroom. Continue down the hall and there was my bedroom on the right. The hall would turn left and straighten out to my parents' room. You pass the bathroom and the nursery on the way there. I could not stand to be alone in my room after the sun had set. Once the lights outside had to turn on, there was no way I couldn't even have a tea party in my room. Granted I only used apple juice and goldfish. But that's not important. The reason I couldn't be alone up there, was because I was being watched. My parents weren't there to stand over me, and there was only my younger brother was around but he was always asleep really early and doesn't count. (Wow this shows is good. So much nudity). And then things started to go missing. Books, important documents, personal items, camera film. Sometimes, things would reappear in random places that were not appropriate for the items. Most have never shown up again.

There was a lot of activity this spring in summer in the house. It happened mostly to me and Brother 1. Before I got home from school, Brother 1 saw her. He drove up from school or somewhere. The light that's over the stairs turned on. There is that window we have at the landing on the stairs. So he saw the light turn on (What the Hell is going on in this show). And saw a womanly figure walk up the stairs and passed the landing. He went in the garage since the front door was locked. Once he got inside he shouted hello to my mom. No one was home.

I got home from school a few weeks later. I was really tired one night and went upstairs to my room and was reading. My phone was on silent. In the morning, I had a message from Brother 1 demanding I come downstairs, he needed me. I asked him what happened? He had been studying for finals and was going to get water out of kitchen. It was storming out. He was standing at the counter looking out towards the rest of the great room including the family room with 3 walls of windows. A flash went off and he looked up and saw her again. Standing in the room. In front of the window. The next flash of lightning showed nothing. He was paralyzed for a few minutes so that's why he messaged me.

The next week I came home late. Around 2 am. My parents' room was lit. I just walked past that part of the hall and down the hall to my room. Fell asleep pretty quickly. An hour later I heard a thud and it woke me up. I heard my mom talking. Well I heard a woman's voice but couldn't hear the words. I could tell someone was replying and heard boxes being moved.  It took me awhile before I could fall back asleep. Let me note my bedroom is in the front of the room so I can hear the difference between noises outside and noises inside. In the morning I asked why my parents were up so late. They were confused because they fell asleep at 1:30. No one except me was awake that late. No one else heard people talking or moving things.

I am not sure I really believe in ghosts. But they can freak me out. If a demon wants to possess you, what the fuck are you going to do?? You can't stop that shit. But I love it. It freaks me out and I can't stand it and it is awesome.

What I want to do, and I have wanted to do this for a while, is record small children singing. Anything with kids is automatically terrifying. I want to get a couple of kids together to sing "Rain rain, go away." Very, Very slowly. I want to have a recording of them singing so that whenever the water starts to slowly drip down and the lightning flashes, I will call you randomly. From an unknown or blocked number. And play the recording. In a silent room. When the recording ends, I will just slowly breathe into the phone. Until you finally hang up. Or I'll whisper a short phrase answering your question. Then hang up. Freaked out? Just wait until the rain starts to fall.

"I measure my success by body count."