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haunting in the east bay day 1
My name is James Robert Bartlett, and for most of my life on earth, I've always believed in the supernatural. But I didn't really believe in evil spirits or demons. I experienced some strange stuff back in middle school but none of that was evil, just loony. All that changed when I started high school back in 2006, when my family moved into a single story, three bedroom house in a small East Bay town of Brentwood, CA. I never thought evil spirits existed...but this house proved me wrong.
August 2nd 2006
8:30am
We just got the rest of our stuff into the moving van, and took that eleven mile drive to what I thought was my dream home. Cheesey, I know, but that how I really felt. We turned into the commuty known as Havenwood; once we made that turn, I immediately felt that something wasn't right, but I shook it off as being in a new town and all that. We passed a few streets; a pool full of happy, laughing children; then we finally turn onto our street.
As we turned onto Grovewood and drove to our home at the end of the street, the feeling of dread came back; but. yet again. I ignored it. Then as a tree cleared the way, I saw the most beautiful house you have ever seen. It was a single story, peach colored building; the walkway was curvy at best with brick lining; with flowers from the front to the back gate with cactus connecting the two. As we pulled up into the driveway, I looked up at the house; and, for some reason, it felt off - like it was staring at me...that feeling went away when we went into the garage.
My mom turned the car off and shut the garage door so our cats wouldn't run out. I was the first to get out, since I wasn't trapped by boxes, and the first one to enter the main part of the house. Once I walked into the house, the air felt really stale - but I just thought maybe it was the summer air. Then I found myself drawn to the backroom, I went back there and opened the blinds as I stared out the window; I felt like something was watching me from the shed, then I heard my name being called.
"Yes, mom?!" I yelled, but got no response. As I turned around to see what she wanted, I heard a crash and felt something hit my leg. When I looked back, I found the blinds down by my feet. I was a little freaked out, I'll admit, but I thought I was caught on the chord or something, but when I looked around my feet there was no chord, and that was just the start of my hell.
6:10pm
It was evening by time we finished unpacking and got all the furniture in. Everybody decided to go to the pool; but I was a bit tired, so I decied to stay behind and watch a DVD. As I was laying there, the feeling of being watched overwhelmed me again, then I started to hear knocking coming from the garage. It was light at first, then it got heavier and it began to move around the house. First, it would be on the ceiling, then it would be on the floor, then it sounded like it was coming from all over the place. After five long minutes, it stopped just like that.
Out of the silence, I heard in a deep male voice say, "James, you're mine."
I was white as a sheet by the time they got back, but I didn't tell them what happened they might have thought that I was crazy.
August 2nd 2006
8:30am
We just got the rest of our stuff into the moving van, and took that eleven mile drive to what I thought was my dream home. Cheesey, I know, but that how I really felt. We turned into the commuty known as Havenwood; once we made that turn, I immediately felt that something wasn't right, but I shook it off as being in a new town and all that. We passed a few streets; a pool full of happy, laughing children; then we finally turn onto our street.
As we turned onto Grovewood and drove to our home at the end of the street, the feeling of dread came back; but. yet again. I ignored it. Then as a tree cleared the way, I saw the most beautiful house you have ever seen. It was a single story, peach colored building; the walkway was curvy at best with brick lining; with flowers from the front to the back gate with cactus connecting the two. As we pulled up into the driveway, I looked up at the house; and, for some reason, it felt off - like it was staring at me...that feeling went away when we went into the garage.
My mom turned the car off and shut the garage door so our cats wouldn't run out. I was the first to get out, since I wasn't trapped by boxes, and the first one to enter the main part of the house. Once I walked into the house, the air felt really stale - but I just thought maybe it was the summer air. Then I found myself drawn to the backroom, I went back there and opened the blinds as I stared out the window; I felt like something was watching me from the shed, then I heard my name being called.
"Yes, mom?!" I yelled, but got no response. As I turned around to see what she wanted, I heard a crash and felt something hit my leg. When I looked back, I found the blinds down by my feet. I was a little freaked out, I'll admit, but I thought I was caught on the chord or something, but when I looked around my feet there was no chord, and that was just the start of my hell.
6:10pm
It was evening by time we finished unpacking and got all the furniture in. Everybody decided to go to the pool; but I was a bit tired, so I decied to stay behind and watch a DVD. As I was laying there, the feeling of being watched overwhelmed me again, then I started to hear knocking coming from the garage. It was light at first, then it got heavier and it began to move around the house. First, it would be on the ceiling, then it would be on the floor, then it sounded like it was coming from all over the place. After five long minutes, it stopped just like that.
Out of the silence, I heard in a deep male voice say, "James, you're mine."
I was white as a sheet by the time they got back, but I didn't tell them what happened they might have thought that I was crazy.
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