MY HAUNTED HAPPENING – When I was a kid, I lived in this one house where I could swear that something just wasn’t right. My room was right next to the attic door. My dad kept a lot of junk up there. One day, when I was home alone, I went up there to root around to see if anything would catch my interest. Well, I was up there for a few minutes looking around and, right at the top of the stairs to the left, there was this little crawl space room with a door. I was about five feet away from it and, out of the blue, the door came open. Not a slow, maybe there was a draft that blew it open kind of deal either. This thing came open with force and it scared the hell out of me. I got out of there pretty quick and I never went up there again. Sometime later, there was an incident where, again, I was home alone, I was on my porch having a mouth battle with a neighborhood bully and, after a few choice words, I spit on him. He got mad and he came up on the porch. I ran into the house and he followed me. Ran all the way to the back of the house. The screen door going out to the yard had a window in it and since the lock was broke, you could just push it and it would open, which is what I would always do. Well, I’m running with this kid behind me and I went to push on the door and, I guess my dad had it tied up and when I went to push on it, it didn’t open and, of course, I went right through the window and down the steps. I was carved up pretty bad. I had a huge gash in my arm, you could see my bone, I was cut on my wrist, on my side, under my chin and I had a hole in my throat about the size of a quarter, which would later require an operation due to the damage it caused. I don’t remember what the problem actually was. But, I couldn’t speak above a whisper. Anyway, I said I was pushed because I felt someone push me before I went through the glass. The kid said he never touched me and that I tripped. To this day, his version of what happened and mine remains the same. I still have the scars from this incident, which required 56 stitches total and, to be honest, I’m lucky to be alive, especially because of the glass putting a hole in my throat. But, it’s not the accident that I question. My blood was all over the one step more than anything. It remained there for many years. Now, I know that a blood stain is hard to clean up. But, you figure with rain and winter, you think it would fade. Well, this one spot remained as red as the day I went through the window…at least for two years. After my dad moved out of the house, I used to visit the neighbor, who was the one who saved my life, and I used to go out in their backyard to look over the fence and, sure enough, the blood red spot was still there. It’s been a good ten years since I last stood in front of the house and the last time I was there, I just had this really weird feeling, like this house wanted me to die. It’s been about 20 years since I went through the window and, every now and then, I have a nightmare about that house. It’s a bit different every time it happens. But, what remains the same is that, for whatever reason, I’m either in the attic or I need to go up there for something and as soon as I’m there, I get a feeling that something is there, watching me, waiting for me and my death is the only thing that will make it happy. The house is still there. People are living there. From where I live now, I could be in front of it again in less than 30 minutes. I often thought about going there, knocking on the door and asking the people who live there if I could check out the attic, providing them with an explanation as to why I’m interested in doing so. But, I figure the best thing to do is to leave it alone. After all, I can put up with a bad dream every now and then.
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