Even my stepfather had to leave the lights on.
A picture of East Second Street from Realtor.com.
We lived on East Second Street for what I remember to be roughly a year. It was my junior xxyear of high school, 2005. My stepfather recalls never being able to turn the lights off because it always felt like something was watching him. He wasn't alone. I felt the same way.
The day it happened, I was cleaning the hallway on the first floor and reached down to ring out the mop and remember seeing a pair of red shoes attached to a pair of legs. When I looked up, there was no one there and I booked it out of the house as fast as I could, screaming.
The hallway I was cleaning. I circled the area where I saw the shoes.
When I got out to the back yard where everyone was and said what I saw, my stepfather's face was all I needed to see. I knew at that point that I wasn't the only one who experienced it.
Another picture from that house. I circled the same area I saw the shoes.
This house had all the spooky vibes. I couldn't be there alone and always wanted someone to come with me when I went upstairs. When we first moved it, I had a weird vibe when I was alone, like I was uncomfortable all the time.
This was my room. The shared staircase and doors were directly behind whoever took this photo.
My brothers and I each had a door that opened into the attic and to each other's rooms but I vowed to never open that door or go not that attic, and sure as shit, I never did. Attics and basements scare the shit out of me.
I will never know what happened in that house, if anyone else experiences anything or if whatever it was moved on. What I do know, is I am glad we were not in there that long.
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