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My husband and I were moving to Boston MA from Portland OR. We had found a beautiful home that had been converted into apartments. Since we were in Portland OR we only had seen pictures of the home.
It was a beautiful railroad style apartment. It was a one bedroom apartment that had everything included except cable. We rented the apartment sight unseen, It seemed like it was a great deal, we ended up doing most of the paperwork through the mail, and we signed on the apartment. Making this move finally meant a new start for us, we were very happy. After a long drive we finally made it to Boston MA.
It was March 12th 2005 when we pulled up to our new home. This home had everything that I had wanted in a typical old east coast home. The neighborhood was beautiful, it even had a small corner store at the top of the street. The home had a warm, welcoming feeling. The house had a old stone foundation and built in cabinets, beautiful wood work in the crown molding. I started to explore and walked down the old creaky stairs to the basement. I noticed that the floor had uneven dirty concrete floors. I got the, “I am being watched feeling”. I shrugged it off as no big deal because this basement had one light hanging from a wire in the middle of the room. There were several little rooms off of the main basement room that sat in darkness. The washer and dryer was right next to the stairs. I went back deeper back in the basement the floors turned from concrete to dirt. The little rooms were packed with things, from old wire beds to stacked boxes. I thought I heard a low growling and breathing so I went back to join my husband, and the landlords.
In the backyard there were piles of leafs in one corner of the lot. There were beautiful tall flowers all over the yard. I started to look around the yard, and noticed that there were two grave stones that were were from the 19th century. They were Celtic cross gravestone looking. They were covered in moss and leafs. I was a little creeped out but I did not put too much thought into it. But it was always there in the back of my mind.
It only took a short time but we fell into a nice comfortable routine. We were starting to make friends, we were living in Everett MA, which is just two miles away from Boston. Our landlords lived upstairs and we were becoming friends with them. For three months everything was perfect.
Three months after we had moved in, small things started to happen. Nothing that would be cause for alarm. I would put a cup on the table and come back into the room and it would be placed on the counter. I started to miss place things like keys, our dog Molly’s leash, even my shampoo in the shower would be on the counter in the bathroom. I thought that maybe I was starting to put things in spots and somehow not remembering moving these items. I thought that I would see things out of the corner of my eye, I even saw a transparent apparition walk into the bathroom as I walked into the house. I stood there, fearful, heart beating. My husband asked me what was the matter, I was afraid to tell him because of what he would think. We had not been married that long and I did not want to put our relationship in jeopardy.
The back room (which happened to be our bedroom) was the coldest, and the most uncomfortable. Whenever I would walk into our bedroom the lights would flutter off and on simultaneously making a electrical snapping. It sounded like power lines, but there were no power lines anywhere near our house.
One evening I had gone to bed early because I had to get up for work early. I walked into the bedroom and the lights started to make that sharp electric noise and zapping off and on. The room was very cold to the point you could see your breath, but this was pretty typical for our bedroom to be so cold so again I brushed it off. I quickly jumped into bed warmed up, shut my eyes and was jolted awake what seemed like seconds later. My eyes quickly looked at the alarm clock and it was 312am.
I was frozen in fear I opened my eyes. I could hear my heart beat and was breathing heavy. I saw a man and a woman standing in the closet. He was wearing a top hat and a straight legged black suit, his hat touched the top of the ceiling and she was wearing a victorian style black dress. The old man had sunken in dark angry eyes, pale skin, she was empty and soulless. He smiled showing his black teeth, and laughed in a very demonic manor. I blinked and they were gone as quickly as they came. I tried to wake up my husband, I tried shaking him and yelling at him to wake up. He has no memory of me trying to wake him. When I told him the next morning he had no idea what I was talking about. He told me that it was a bad dream and not to worry about it.
For the next five months I would wake up at 312 am. For no reason, I would be wide awake. Sometimes I would see this tall man and sometimes he would not be there. There were many nights it seemed as if the bed would have little tremors. I would put my hand on my husband thinking he was shaking (that he was the reason for the bed shaking) and he was perfectly still. Molly would sit there and growl towards the hallway or directly behind me. She did this from the time we moved in to the time we left. She was a dog that in the five short years we had her barked maybe four times.
I was in the shower the next morning and it was still very dark out, and I was minding my own business trying to wake up. The shower curtain quickly pushed in as if someone was playing with me from the outside of the shower. I said “Lewis, what are you doing awake”? No answer…. I see a tall dark shadow that walks in front of the shower curtain. I quickly pull back the shower curtain say gotcha (thinking it was Lewis), there was no body there. The lights made that same buzzing and snapping noise, and the lights popped and went out. The bathroom door unlatched and the door slowly opened. I was terrorized in fear. I grabbed my towel, and slowly climbed out of the claw foot tub. I felt like someone was staring me down. I could feel my heartbeat, and hear my heavy fast breathing. Lewis then appeared in the door looking sleepy eyed asking me if I was done in the bathroom yet? I just stood there stunned.
The next week I was down in the basement (doing laundry) during the summer and no one was home but me. I heard a loud creaking and foot steps as if someone was walking across the floor. I froze because I feared that there was a stranger in my house. My husband was at work so I knew it was not him. We had a beagle (Molly) at the time, so I had assumed that it was her. I turned around and looked down and she was sitting right next to me, staring into the darkness, her head was in an alert position and she was growling. I slowly walked back up the stairs to my apartment, I could hear a low murmuring noise along with footsteps in my house. My apartment door was locked. I put the key in the door handle and the noise in the apartment stopped. The door flew open my house was empty, no murmuring, no footsteps.
Whenever I would have to do anything in the basement I would get the feeling of being watched and a very heavy feeling. This would make me hurry what I was doing and run up the old wooden stairs back to my apartment. At one point I heard and felt breathing on my neck. After that I would not go down there alone.
My husband and I one night had to switch sides of the bed because I was getting up early to go to work and the way our bedroom was we had to push the bed up against a wall. He had moved to the inside and I was sleeping on the outside. He shoulders kinda jerked a bit, sat up quickly and ripped off his shirt, screaming, “It’s burning”! I looked at his back and he had a huge welt that was a bright pink between his shoulder blades. The next day there were three scratch marks on his back.
After this happened, two days later, I was home alone and I was listening to the radio, I heard loud and clear “Sarah”! I was stunned and frozen in fear. I heard the footsteps again. This time the footsteps were coming from behind me accompanied with a cold heavy breathing.
My husbands parents were visiting us. Since we only had a one bedroom we let his parents have the bedroom and we slept out in the living room. They had been at our house for a few days, one night we were all sleeping and I was startled awake at 312am, I was laying on our futon in the living room, and I had a straight view to bedroom. I witnessed the bedroom door open and shut on its own. I just laid there, I heard the footsteps, thump, thump, heavy breathing, thump. I pulled the blankets over my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut hoping it would just go away. The TV turned on, and it was super loud causing me to scream. My mother in law woke up. She came storming out of the bedroom asking me, “what is going on out here, do you know what time it is”? She was mad, I was still sitting in fear, tears were coming down my face. I turned on the light and cried to Lewis, we have to move. Please we HAVE TO MOVE!
We had a party to go to the next night. At the party we had met the people that once lived in our apartment. Within an hour of meeting them, they asked us if we had seen the old man that lived in the house. They then told us that is why they left. He kept getting attacked. He then froze up and did not want to talk about it anymore.
We left shortly after that. I would not go back into the house to get our things. My husband would put our things out on the walk and I would take them to the car. We have experienced things since we left that house, but never as bad as it was in that house. We later learned that the graves were from the tall man and the woman that I had been seeing in the house.
