When I was 13 years old, we moved into a house on Watson Dr. in Columbus Georgia. A two story house that seemed perfect.
My mother instantly fell in love with the place, finally her daughters each had their own room and the yard was huge with many beautiful azalea bushes and flowers which my mother loved doting over.
The house had a large kitchen as well as dining room and a nice sized living room. It seemed as though our moving around the country had stopped finally and we would have a real home. Little did we know that this was the beginning of a night mare. Let me tell you what happened in detail.
I have an older sister who was married at the time and living in Oklahoma, so all that were in the home was my little sisters and myself as well as my parents. The house was a 4 bedroom house with 2 bathrooms, by far the nicest we had ever lived in.
We weren't in the house long before my father started to display odd behaviors.
One day when my sister "Carrie" and I came home with a friend things started to happen.
You know how kids are, they come into a house, drop all their belongings off in the living room and head for the kitchen to grab a snack, as we began to do this, the corner our television set was in suddenly gave a large bang and all the pictures on the wall were a skewed.
We stopped dead in our tracks and began to try to rationalize it. So I went upstairs to my room to make sure something hadn't fallen that would cause this to happen. I had a little 13 inch tv sitting on a stand that really wasn't big enough to hold it and I assumed it had fallen somehow.
When I got to my room which was directly above the living room all was in order, I checked the other rooms and they were fine too.
So I went back down stairs and explained to my sister and friend that all was fine, I'd check outside. One of the walls where the tv was was an outside wall. So as I walked through the kitchen and dining room to the back door I stopped dead in my tracks.
The back door had a window in the door, so basically it was a large window with a handle. We had a blind on the window for privacy, although the blind was open. On the other side of the door was my mothers dog Precious.
This dog was great, never ever barked, we had never heard her bark, she was a perfect angel of a dog. As I approached the door and reached out for the handle, the door began to shake as if someone was trying to open a locked door...the dog on the other side barked ferociously at the door I was standing in front of.
Instantly terror seized my body. There was no one holding the handle on the door, there was no one there at all... yet all this was happening.
I grabbed my sister and friend and we fled the house. We picked up my youngest sister who was at a friends house and called my mother to tell her what had happened. We told her we weren't going home and we wouldn't live in that house.
My mother thought it was all a bunch of hogwash and told us to go home. We didn't, we waited for night to fall for our parents to get off of work before returning.
That night, as I laid in my water-bed trying to sleep, a blackness enveloped my room. I had 3 sets of windows, one right behind my water-bed which on the outside of the house had a spot light which shown all night, and filtered through the blinds, then two sets of windows to my left of the bed.
No light shown through that night, just this oppressive blackness. The next thing I knew, I felt the bottom of the water-bed, I was being pressed into the bed and felt the bottom under the water mattress.
I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't scream. I just passed out.
Very shortly after this incident, I left the house for good, I ran away and ended up in foster care. Which I remained in until I was 18 years of age.