life of terror part 1 chapter 1

Chapter 1 1994-1995

My family moved into my old house in 1994 I was 2 years old at the time. The first night we moved in my sister and I started to hear origin music coming from our bedroom closet. I got up and went to investigate when I open the closet doors there was a man leaning against the doorway. I could see only his body and his hair but I couldn’t see the face and he was 6 feet tall. We scream and when my mom ran in and turn on lights he was gone (She said it was just a nightmare.)

March 21 1994, 9am I was getting ready for the first day of preschool when I started to hear footsteps in my room. I call my sister who is 4 years older then me and she told me she heard nothing but as soon as she put one foot out the door it started up again. That night she told our parents on what we heard they say it was nothing. 3/23/94 was the night when the nightmares began. In my nightmare I'm walking down a road chasing a guy. Than I was lying in the middle of the road and I see a truck in front of me. Than there was a flash than I saw some high school laughing at me. Than there was another flash and I was in a house with red carpet. Down the hall there was guy staring at me than the house caught on fire. I woke up screaming and after that I slept with my mom the whole time we were living there.

A month after the nightmares began things started to kick up. We would hear footsteps in the hallways at night. Light bulbs would explode, lock doors would be found open, stuff like beds, TV’s, tables, and toys would move on their own. Than the night before we moved I forgot the date. We started to hear fighting in the hallway. I went to take a look and there in the hallway I saw the same man that I saw the first night we moved in. But this time I can see his face. There was blood running down his cheeks and a bullet hole in his forehead. When I started to scream my mom ran out of the room and she saw it. She woke up my dad and he ran out and when he saw it we pack up and moved early the next morning. We will never know who he was and we didn’t want to know...

This is not the end it’s only the beginning of my life of terror.