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Date: Sun, 18 Jan 1998 18:27:35 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname C.T. MacLeod
email lepchick@mindspring.com
Over the years, I have encountered a plethora of strange happenings, and have seen and felt more odd things than I care to remember. But the story I am realting now is the most frigtening thing that has ever happend to me.
In 1990, a freind of mine called Joe introduced me to a pair of brothers, called Dan & Michael, who were friends of his. Dan & Michael were extremely personable young men & I got on with them very well. They had recently moved to St. Paul from out of Wisconsin. (I must explain here that Joe is as sensitive to paranormal phenomena as am I.)
Two months after I met them, something strange happened. Whenever we saw the brothers, Dan looked increasingly frightened & Michael became more withdrawn and was now prone to flashes of anger, lashing out at his freinds. He was no longer fun to be with. Then, without warning, Dan & Michael invited Joe & I to come to their house & watch movies. We were excited, as this was our first invite to the house.
But from the moment we set foot on the steps, both of us knew something was *very* wrong here. We got the tour of the upstairs before going down into the basement. I got to the top of the stairs & was instantly sick. My stomach twisted into knots. I looked at Joe & saw he was feeling the same thing. In the basement we sat on the couch. To the right of us was the laundry room door, the door to Michael's room & the stairs. Joe & I could feel something eminating in waves from the right side of the room & it was *defintely* unfriendly. Then Michael went into his room to fetch a movie. A black wave came pouring out of his room, engulphing us. The only word I can use to describe the feeling is pure, unadulterated evil. Joe & I gasped and bolted up the stairs. We didn't stop until we hit the lawn of the house across the street.
Things like that don't happen to me without a reason, so Joe & I started doing some research. What we found out could explain the evil we felt. It turns out the house was built just after WWII in one of those neighborhoods built to supply returning G.I.s & their families with housing. The first owners were a returning G.I. & his wife. They lived there for about 10 years. They had a son & led a seemingly normal life. But when the boy was about 8, the man snapped. He shot his wife, his son & then himself. In Michael's room.
Dan & Michael's family moved out of the house as quickly as they could sell it & have not looked back since. I am, however, happy to report, that since moving away from that house, Michael had been the pleasant person he was when I met him.