For Five Years My Family Lived In A Haunted House, And The Memories Still Give Me Chills To This Day
I know what I saw that day, I know someone was in the house, because, after all, if my dad hadn’t unlocked the front door, then who had?
Canadian Horror Author
I know what I saw that day, I know someone was in the house, because, after all, if my dad hadn’t unlocked the front door, then who had?
She didn’t have the attentive gaze of someone checking up on us. No, there was something more aggressive about it. Something almost predatory.
I cut the engines, trusting my ship’s forward momentum to take me the rest of the way to the stranger. I didn’t want to risk overshooting and having to turn around. I had the strange feeling I’d only get one chance.
I’m not sure how long it took me to realize something was off. One minute, I was second-to-last in our little procession, the next, I noticed the absence of Christine’s footsteps. When I turned around, she was gone. Not off in the distance or taking a break, just … gone.
“Let me out!” I shouted, “The Clock Man’s going to get me! Please let me out!”
There was no answer from the other side, not even the sound of Tommy and his friends laughing.
I remember hearing the sirens and seeing the ambulance’s lights in the distance, but my focus was elsewhere.
I could see it moving. The separation, I mean. Slowly, like the motion of the sun setting on the horizon. It was subtle, but it was definitely moving down. That’s when I realized that humming sound from this morning was getting even louder.
I’ve always thought reality shows were smut, pure and simple. In my personal life, I steered clear of them in favor of nature documentaries and other educational programming.