Hey there, my name's Gloria, I'm a 29-year-old mother of
two girls: Macie (6) and Sarah (9), and I would like to
tell you what has been happening to me since I moved into
my new home.
It all started out fine. We bought a very nice little
house. It was one of those dream homes, and we were one of
those dream families: A dad, a mom, two kids, a dog and two
cats. But anyways, we moved in rather quickly. All of us
instantly felt warm and cosy in the house, except my
youngest daughter Macie. She didn't want to go in the house
at first and when she finally did she cried and told me she
was cold.
One of my cats, Snowball, was also afraid of the
house and acted very tense when inside, huddling by my dog
and my other cat (they had formed a sort of alliance
together: Whenever one is scared, sad, uncomfortable etc.
it goes to the other two for comfort). I thought it was
because she had just given birth to 8 kittens, and still
felt protective by instinct. So I just shrugged the strange
behavior off.
After about two weeks of staying in a cramped hotel room
with the family pets in a kennel, we finally finished
furnishing the house and it looked marvelous by now, even
better then before. It looked beautiful on the inside and
the outside. But what bothered me was the eerie sensations
I got when alone in the house. But I ignored that (as much
as I could) because I guess I didn't WANT to believe... yet.
One night, shortly after moving into the house, I was
putting Macie to bed when she began to cry. "What's wrong
honey?" I asked her. She was crying like something had
upset her real bad, and Macie was not one to be upset easy.
It was Sarah, my oldest, who was the sensitive one.
"I don't wanna go in my room mommy." She said in between
sobs. "David might come back." I was puzzled by this
because no body in our whole family was named David and we
didn't know any David either.
"Who's David?" I asked. Macie just stared at me, not saying
a word. Then after a few minutes she spoke. "David is the
tall man who comes in my room every night and scares me."
Macie began to cry again, and not just quietly, but roaring
sobs. "I don't wanna sleep in my room mommy!" Macie yelled.
I began to get aggravated with her and told her to just
close her eyes and go to sleep. But She wouldn't calm down
and got even more upset once I turned off the lights and
went downstairs. Macie screamed her head off upstairs for I
don't know how long, until my husband finally went to check
on her. He hated it when children cried. For some reason it
upset him. Anyways, a few minutes later, Rob (my husband)
came downstairs with Macie in his arms (still bawling) and
said, "Uh, Hun? You might wanna take a look at this." I
frowned and thought that Macie had maybe done something
like throw her toys everywhere. On the rare occasions when
Macie was upset she'd throw her toys across her room. But
when I entered Macie's room, I almost passed out. Written
on her wall in red paint (I HOPE!) were the words: "Macie,
wanna play?" I immediately woke Sarah and we all went to a
near-by hotel, and later got a priest to bless the house.
We didn't have any more encounters until Stella came
along...
Every once in a while, Macie would get herself an imaginary
friend... and Sarah would tease Macie about it until the
friend "moves out". But this one was different.
I was in my room reading a book when I heard Macie say the
words I will never forget: "Hi Stella, I'm Macie. Here, you
can see my dollies." Macie said it in the cutest and
happiest voice I have ever heard, and I just toke it as
another one of her imaginary friends. After a few more
minutes of listening to Macie play with her new friend
Stella, I heard Sarah opening her door and coming in.
Macie's room was right beside my bedroom, so I could hear
through the walls. "Hey Macie." Sarah said in a taunting
tone of voice. "Who's your friend?"
Macie was quiet for a second, then she said, "This is
Stella. She's nice. Want to play with her?" I suddenly knew
that this meant trouble. Sarah was tough on her sister a
lot, even though she cried whenever she got the tiniest
cut. But boy was I in for a surprise when Sarah said, "Okay
sure. Stella, I have a new jewelry case that my friend
bought me. Wanna see it?" I was in shock. Sarah never, EVER
toke part in Macie's playtime. That sent shivers up my
spine a little bit.
Over a few days, Stella made her presence known. Macie and
Sarah would play with Stella for long hours, only stopping
for eating, going to the washroom, etc.. Whenever the girls
came down for breakfast, lunch or dinner, Stella seemed to
follow because the family pets would run and hide, or
growl/hiss in the direction of the girls, which they had
never done before. And the girls also insisted that Stella
had a place at the table. Me and my husband allowed it
because there were two extra places at the table. The girls
loved Stella, but me and my husband were getting worried.
Stella seemed to be taking over their lives. They no longer
did what they loved to do in the summer time. We tried once
to separate them but Stella seemed to come back every time.
Now I thought Stella was a made-up figment of their
imaginations... until one day the family went off for an
all-day break from home to an amusement park. The girls
enjoyed it, but when we came home there was a huge mess in
the kitchen and the family pets were all hiding together,
as if scared. Broken plates scattered the floors of the
kitchen, knives and forks stuck into the walls. This scared
us all. But what happened next was worse.
Fall rolled around and the girls went off to school. This
upset Stella a lot. Me and my husband would hear loud
banging on the walls whenever we were home, and there would
be scratches and sometimes we'd even hear someone
screaming, not from fear but rather from outrageous anger.
Then one Monday morning my husband left for work as usual,
and I got the girls ready for school. They both looked
especially gloomy and didn't talk and the family pets were
acting strange. They refused to go into the house; they
stayed in the backyard. Finally, I had to ask what was
wrong. The two girls suddenly burst out crying. Sarah
managed to get out the words the almost made me
scream: "Stella won't let us leave!" Macie then added in
her own note, "She said that if we leave she'll do
something real bad to everyone!" Sarah spoke again, "She
said we had to repay her for getting rid of David!" That
was the last straw. I couldn't stay in the house any
longer. I gathered the pets and the kids, and as we were
walking away we heard a tremendous crash coming from the
house and it echoed real loud. The girls screamed and the
family pets seemed spooked too. I had them on a leash,
thank god. I felt like I was in a horror film. Later, we
all got to a gas station and I called Rob and told him the
whole story. We never went back to that place again.
This all happened in that every order. My kids were so
scared that they slept with me, Rob and the family pets in
the same room for three months and later got thorough help
from a psychiatrist. Me and Rob were blessed and we have
never had another encounter since. The name in this story
were fake to protect the privacy of the innocent.
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