This happened to me maybe a year ago
Here’s a little background about my neighborhood: My house, and others, all sit in a circle. A perfect circle where people just built on, not knowing what was ever there before. Turns out, it was a Native American burial ground. Of course they just kept building, and we’ve all seen our fair share of horror movies where building on them, are a HUGE mistake.
Sometimes my closest friend and I will walk around the neighborhood, usually at night because it’s the only time she wasn’t busy. We would talk about little things such as work, boys, books, TV shows. Anything that made us happy really, and that usually made us comfortable. We would always walk past a soccer field connected to the circle. A thick wall of trees surrounded us on all sides, but if you walked through the field, there would be a old dirt path. Michelle and I were really the only ones who would walk it, and knew where it was.
Once in a blue moon we would walk down the path at night, but we would get scared and run back due to the growing feeling of Anxiety and Danger. We couldn’t walk around the circle alone because you would constantly look behind you, because you could feel someone right behind you at all times.
One night I was home alone, my little brother over a friends house for the night, and my parents on a little vacation. So it was just me, and my giant rabbit Cali. She was like a little guard dog, and was the size of a English bulldog, so she was very intimidating for a rabbit.
She would stomp if something was wrong, and would growl, and I mean growl. She rarely did this, and it was only if my brother and I was fighting. My window blinds were open and the sun was setting. I turned on my back porch light just in case Michelle was to come over, because she would use the back door to scare me.
My rabbit was chilling in the middle of the floor, my couch was on the opposite wall of the windows, so I had a clear view. An hour or two past and it was dark, but my backyard was pretty well lit. I was just playing video games, and just relaxing like I usually do. Cali jumped up and started to thump, and I also knowing what that meant, asked her “What’s wrong?”
She stood on her back legs and looked out the window, thumping again. I thought it was Michelle and called her, she picked up right away. I asked her, kinda annoyed “Stop trying to scare me and come inside. Cali is on edge”
It was a long pause before she finally spoke “I’m still at work Hannah”. Chills ran down my spine as she said it. Cali started to grunt and growl, thumping more constantly and looking out the window. Then, as I looked back at the window, I realized something. My backdoor light was on, but the light wasn’t going through the window.
I started to panic, the darkness soon started to seep into my house, and Cali backed up a little. The light at the door got brighter and brighter, until it blew out. I started to snap photos with my flash on, but none of the photos even showed it. Except one. It was this thin figure, barely a face, but had defined cheekbones and a ridge that went down its forehead. I screamed and told it to go away, running into my room to grab a thing of sage I kept just in case of something like this every happening.
As I ran downstairs it was in my living room. It’s cold, faceless gaze right on Cali. I ran for my kitchen and turned on the stove top. It was just clicking, then, boom! The flames roared, putting the sage stick into the flames and blowing it out.
I started to say a Native American prayer my grandfather and father taught me growing up, and then out of nowhere, Cali was thrown across the room. I panicked and saw it wasn’t working, so I ran out of my house through my front door, and ran into Michelle.
I was blubbering, saying things such as “It’s in there” and “It’s trying to kill me”. We both ran inside and instantly saw nothing, Cali was laying on the floor, panting scared, her nose twitching a million miles a second. Michelle doubted me, until I showed her the picture. It’s face peering though the thick black mass that was seeping slowly into my living room.
She slept over after that, and Cali stayed by our sides. We barely slept that night, but little did I know it wouldn’t be the end. I still have no clue what or who this thing was.
Recently I’ve been scratched, pushed, and I cannot sleep in my room due to an overwhelming feeling of being watched. Michelle has had things thrown around her house and scratch marks on her walls, ceiling, also furniture. This fight isn’t over sadly, and probably won’t stop until we move, or put an end to this.