When I was twenty one we lived in a very lovely two story stone house in Wenatchee Washington. Every night we could hear things walking around. One night a woman cried in the room between my mom’s room and mine. My mom thought it was me and I thought it was her. She asked me why I was crying and I said it was not me and I had thought it was her crying. We both got out of bed and turned the lights on. There was no one in the room between us. The only way in or out required passing by my mom or me so no one had come in or left.
One nite I was fed up with the constant harassment. I was upstairs of the house standing on top of the landing I yelled down the stairs calling the thing making all the noise down stairs every cuss word I could think of. I heard something walk rapidly over to the stairs and saw it as it walked onto the lower landing and stand in the light that lit the staircase. It looked up at me with its red glowing eyes. It was the same hairy creature I had seen when I was little. It was furious that I had dared to call it names. It was the same hatred and fury at me as when I saw it the first time when I was a little girl.
I stood frozen there for a while looking down at it. I slowly backed away from the top of the landing to the door of the bathroom where my mom was. I very shakily told her what I had seen and we both cautiously went to look down the stairs but there was nothing there.
Just after my son was born 29 years ago I was home alone with my son and as usual had all the lights on in the house. It was a sixty foot trailer with two bedrooms. One nite I felt something stronger than usual in the trailer. I walked to the beginning of the hall way and looked down it into the back bedroom. I saw a black orb float across the back bedroom doorway. I walked back there to have a look around. On the floor of the back bedroom created by the shadow of some clothes was the perfect detailed head of the devil. I moved the clothes and thought that is the end of that.
I walk towards the front room and in the second bedroom I see the exact same face of the devil again made again from the shadow of more clothes. I moved the clothes to change the shadow. By now I am thoroughly shook up.
I walk a bit further towards the front room and this time there is a perfect head of a bear snarling made up from the shadow of another pile of clothes.
I go and sit uncomfortably in the kitchen watching the doorway to the bedrooms. As I watch a completely solid human sized bird’s lower legs and feet slowly walk out of the bedroom doorway and walk towards me across the living room. I grabbed my son and ran. I never went into the trailer after dark after that. I moved into my travel trailer. Nothing ever came into the travel trailer. Something would open the door occasionally but nothing ever came in.
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