We felt so fortunate. Dale had a job in San Francisco that summer, and his Uncle who lived nearby asked us to house sit for them while they were away. We jumped at the chance. They lived in a beautiful home in an upscale neighborhood with a pool—a perfect place for me and our 6-month old son to hang out while Dale worked in the city.
There was only one hitch. Shortly after moving in, I became increasingly afraid to be alone in the house. I was okay when Dale was at home. But as soon as he left for work, a creepy feeling overwhelmed me. As I walked through the house I was aware of something sinister and malicious watching me. It was as if the walls had eyes that followed me everywhere. As if I was living in the belly of the Beast.
I could not stay in the house. Every morning I would pack up food and diapers and books and towels and whatever else I needed so that my son and I could camp out on the patio by the pool all day. There I felt some measure of relief. While the house behind me felt menacing, at least I was not surrounded by those eyes, not immersed in the midst of it.
One of my house-sitting chores was to keep the lush landscaping that surrounded the home watered, and I did my best. But one side of the house I could not water, the side where the bedrooms of the teenage children were located. What I felt staring out at me from those windows was too unnerving.
One day when Dale was home I felt brave enough to open those two bedrooms and look inside. Nothing seemed amiss. Yet I felt sinister unwelcome and looking out the windows that had so frightened me, I had a strong premonition that something horrible was waiting to happen.
This feeling of impending doom came whenever I heard the wind chimes blow outside our bedroom window. How I hated that eerie sound, and how grateful I felt when Dale, for some unstated reason, took them down. I didn’t press him about it. I wasn’t yet willing to share my spooky feelings with my young husband who seemed to fear nothing, who was so practical and level-headed. I was afraid he’d think me silly or foolish. I didn’t want to admit how scared I was in his Uncle’s beautiful home.
But one evening when we were watching TV together, Dale jumped up and switched the channel just as a horror movie was about to play. Until then, he had always loved watching spooky movies.
That’s when I found out that he too had the same creepy feeling in the house—like something evil was lurking, or the house itself had become possessed and was watching us and waiting. We both had the horrible premonition that something awful was about to happen.
So while it was a relief to find that I was not alone, that this frightening sense of being watched and impending doom was not merely my imagination, I could not shake it and could not continue to live there with it.
That’s when I decided enough was enough. Either we were going to have to move, or IT was. I was no longer willing to allow myself to be forced out onto the patio each day. I decided to fight back.
I’d grown up attending Sunday School each week. I’d been taught that God is Love and All-in-all. I reasoned that if this was so, then God as Love must surround me, must fill the very space that occupied that house. Either this was true or it wasn’t. And I was going to find out which.
So instead of going out on the patio one morning, I sat at the dining room table and prayed. My prayer was simply to feel God’s presence, that Love, surrounding me and filling that house. No thought, no thinking, no reasoning—just feeling Love. And I sat there like that until the whole room seemed filled with a warm inviting light, until my whole being seemed filled with Love, until I forgot all about any evil presence or the need to be rid of it. All that I felt was joy.
When my prayer ended, the house was free. That sense of evil had vanished. I walked around the house and was flooded with happiness. The house was normal, non-threatening. Whatever had occupied it before was gone. Even the children’s rooms were peaceful, empty.
The rest of our stay there was uneventful. Nothing horrible happened then, or in the future, as far as we knew. We did question his Uncle years later about whether he’d had any abnormal experiences in the house, and he said he never had. Dale and I speculated that perhaps one of the teenagers had dabbled in the occult. They did seem rather strange, as most teens do, I suppose.
So we never found out why we both felt such a sense of evil and impending doom while living there. I told Dale about how I no longer needed to spend the day outside, that whatever had been bothering me before had vanished. He was not so lucky. That evil sense never left him while we were there, and to this day he says that he would never want to stay in that house. For many, many years we could not hang wind chimes in our home. It was too eerie!
You’d think after having had “exorcised” the Beast, I never again would have been troubled by ghosts or demons or evil incarnate. But you’d be wrong.
Several years later when I had two small children I again was visited by a sense of pure evil. And this time was even more terrifying than being in the belly of the Beast. So terrifying, in fact, that I was paralyzed with fear. I could not move, I could not scream, I could barely breathe. For the Beast had crept into my bed, pinned me down, and sat grinning on my chest.
More about that next time.
This is Part IV of an ongoing series of true life ghost stories, experienced either by me or by people I trusted.
You can read the full series of ghost stories at the links below.
- True Ghost Stories, Part I – Growing Up in a Haunted House
- True Ghost Stories, Part II – Attack of the Poltergeist
- True Ghost Stories, Part III – When the Dead Refuse to Leave
- True Ghost Stories, Part IV – Resident Evil: In the Belly of the Beast
- True Ghost Stories, Part V – A Demon on My Chest
- True Ghost Stories, Part VI – Evil Incarnate
- True Ghost stories, Part VIII – Do I Believe This Stuff?
Love your ghost stories, it’s been the perfect thing to get me in the mood for Halloween!
Thank Anya. It’s been fun getting these stories in print finally.
I can’t wait for your next post!
So glad you are enjoying these!
Wow, Deborah. It’s unnerving how these eerie feelings of darkness and evil can drive us to the point where we are no longer in control of our own contentment. I love when you wrote, “While the house behind me felt menacing, at least I was not surrounded by those eyes, not immersed in the midst of it.” Such a vivid way to entrap us by captivating our senses. I get chills just thinking about “those eyes” watching you and your child.
And how about your ending! I have had so many experiences where I couldn’t get up out of bed because I felt like someone was crushing me. Whenever I would tell someone, they thought I was simply dreaming. But every single time, I was wide awake and almost screaming for help as I tried to get up. This would only last for a few brief seconds, however, those seconds feel like an eternity when your life is in danger. I look forward to your next story!
Thanks Gina. When I had that experience of something sitting on my chest I hadn’t realized that it was actually a common experience for many cultures, which they account for in different ways. I’ll have more about that in my next post.
Cool, Deborah. Creepy and an experience that seems completely plausible.
Thanks Michelle.
I really am enjoying this series, Deborah!
I’m so glad–thanks, Tom.
Wonderful posts to stumble across this afternoon, thank you!
I’ve never had the chest crushing feeling (thankfully), however…the house my wife I and purchased 5 years ago has something strange in the garage (this also being my workshop/fix-all/etc area). I cannot explain it, and I’ve never told my spouse; as she would be too afraid to even live in the house knowing such a thing, and to my knowledge she’s never experienced anything creepy in the garage.
I will often get the feeling/sense that there is something or someone else in the garage with me, and it’s never a good entity. It’s only the garage however. Once i’ve closed the door behind me entering the house, the feeling is completely gone. More than once I’ve had horrible “mental visions” in the garage (seeing my wife dead in the car, or myself hanging from the rafter) but never a REAL type of vision, only mental (which keeps me from ever looking through the car window with any real focus while it’s parked in there.
I’ve often thought myself silly for being creeped out by my imagination, but I swear to you, this is NOT just in my head. I don’t have any answers, I don’t know the history of the house, or the garage…and to be honest, I’m not sure I care to dig too deeply in order to find out. Whatever it is, it isn’t pleasant. This is actually the first I’ve ever spoken of it (written even). It’s evil. It does not mean me well, that much I am certain of…
That is creepy! I’m glad it’s only the garage and not the house. I don’t think it’s your imagination either, but like you, I don’t know how to explain it. I do know that such feelings or evil “beings” cannot really do any harm, and they can be “exorcised”, as I was able to do in my Uncle’s home. You might try that and see if it works.
Anyway, so glad you wrote and shared your story. It’s more common than we know because most of us aren’t willing to share with others these experiences.
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Thank you so much for sharing this!