The House I Met My Biggest Fear.

Entry one - June 3rd 2021

Hey, so I have a story to tell you, it's pretty weird so if your first thought is “oh my god this chicks crazy” don't worry I get it a lot and I even thought it at first. So shall we begin? I think we shall.

So to introduce myself, my names Pasley Daniels and my story begins with my new adventure to a small town called Silverton. It's located in Colorado and it used to be my dream place. I was born and raised in a big city so I never got that small community, love and share stuff, I know that probably sounds weird but in a big city whether you are in a crowd or in a small room with 1 or 2 people you feel so alone. It can be heartbreaking but nobody gets along very well where I'm from, I always got told that small town living would suck and i'd also be alone but I thought different, I thought that if I chose the perfect little town and the perfect house I would always have someone to talk to or to pass on the street without having to worry about getting robbed or worse. So from the age of 16 I picked out that perfect little town and I obviously couldn't pick out the house but I had an idea in my head. Little did I know I should have considered all my options before jumping into it.

I talked to my mum about moving out once I graduated and she obviously wasn't 100% okay with that at first but I told her that it is what I've always wanted and it’d make me happy, she finally agreed to it. So I graduated in 2015, I didn't have plans for college like actually going into a collage but instead taking courses online which seemed okay to me and I was lucky 18 when that happened so if my mum changed her mind (which happened alot) I could just tell her I can be on my own. It was about 2 months after graduating I started to look at the houses there and choose that “perfect” house, I finally chose, I chose this bigger sized house it had 2 floors and a basement along with an attic so practically it had 4 floors if you looked at it a certain way but I didn't really want to count the attic and basement. It was about a 6 and a half hour drive from where I was to silverton. I packed up all my stuff and started down the road.

After about 11 hours of driving I finally decided to take a break and stop at a small resting spot and take a little nap. I don't remember the correct time for it but I know it was pretty late when I finally reached Silverton, now the real challenge was trying to find where my house was. I thought it wouldn't be too hard especially since it was only a population of 631 people but nope I just had to choose the house that was in the absolute middle of town. So this town was really condensed together so moving around and trying to find my house wasn't the easiest thing i've done, but I finally did it. A light brown house with no real excitement or pop but I guess I called it home, the house itself was perfectly fine but the feeling I got when I walked inside was way different. It felt like I kinda got sadish mad, I can't even begin to explain how it felt, it was weird. I decided that sense it was late that i'd just lock my car up and unpack the next day. This house said that it would come furnished because they couldn't find anyone who actually wanted to buy it for some reason. I found it really weird but I wasn't gonna complain, I looked around a little and took in that I'd possibly be here for the rest of my life and if I would enjoy it I thought I would… boy was I wrong. I decided to go look at some of the rooms and try and find the room I wanted. I was the baby in the family so I never got to choose which room I wanted so it was strange actually being able to choose without being punched in the arm by my older brothers. I came across the master bedroom upstairs where I recalled from the previous owners pictures on the town's website. I was a bit nervous that nobody wanted this beautiful house or would even buy any furniture, it made me worry that something bad might had happened, but I never got told. I just tried to push away the thoughts, crawled in the bed, and fell asleep.

(4:51 am july 14th ) A sudden crashing noise woke me up, I sat straight up in bed and looked around the dark room. I couldn't see anything so I tried to stay as quiet as possible so that if the sound happend I could at least hear where it was coming from. It had to have been at least 5 minutes before I gave up and layed back down, the second I started to drift off again the noise happened again, I heard it, it came from the hall outside my bedroom door. After a minute of silence I was just gonna shake it off, but then I swore I could hear footsteps coming up to my room. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that much fear in my life, my heart started racing and it was the only thing I could hear, I was frozen, paralyzed in my bed. I heard nothing but then after a minute or two I heard a knock at my door *knock, knock* I jumped and didn't know what to do. Obviously I was convinced there was someone in the house like a robber or possibly a psychopathic killer. I was scared and all the bad things were running through my head like i'm not even 19 years old yet and I'm gonna die, I sat once again in dead silence. I was finally relaxing and kinda calming down when the door handle started moving and slowly turning, I don't know why but I got mad I think it might have been because whatever this was, was teasing me or more less taunting me. The feeling of fear was still strong but the worry of possibly dying slipped away just for enough time for me to get up, storm over to the door and slam it open. The second I did that my heart dropped when I saw nothing and no one. I stepped back in disbelief that for one no one was there and two that I was stupid enough to do that. What if there was someone there standing waiting for me with a gun or some crap. I closed the door again and then noticed a lock on it I locked it and sat on my bed and tried to understand what just happened ’“I know there was something there and I know now that if I ever go into a horror movie i'll be the one to be killed in the first ten minutes because I dont have the common sense to not open the freaking door if there's a huge possibility there is a killer on the other side!” I just kinda sat there and tried to piece together what had just happened. After this was all over it was about 6:30 ish in the morning I think i'm not sure it's what it seemed like, I ended up not being able to go back to sleep but at least nothing else happened. But I couldn't get over the fact that there were knocks on my door but the second I opened my door what ever was on the other side disappeared and I think that bothered me the most.

I finally decided to get out of bed around 7:15am so that I could do stuff I needed to do. I wanted to do some research on the house and to see if there was someone who passed away in the house or remotely close. I was honestly hoping not though because it was a nice house and like I’ve said it was my dream home. I decided to write down a to do list before anything else and it pretty much went like this:

-TO DO list-

Unpack all my stuff

Get it organized in the house

Go to the store and buy food for the fridge

Call mum and tell her

Text Wade (boyfriend)

Do some research on the history of this house

Figure out if i'm either crazy or if I believe in ghosts

So you're probably curious about Wade.. Probably not but i'm gonna talk about him any ways, so Wade is my boyfriend and he is diving up to the house now. He said that he would leave around 5:30am so that it wasn't too late when he got there so that he could help unpack stuff. Back in the big city he lived in the apartment above me and he’s been living in the same apartment complex for about 4 years. What I really love about him was that we shared the same idea and dream for the whole wanting to live in the small town and living in a cute small house together. Okay so enough about our relationship. I kinda wanted to put off unpacking at that point because of Wade not being there yet but I just unpacked the cloths and kitchen stuff so that I could move around stuff and start setting stuff up. After about two hours of unpacking it was around 10 don't really remember exactly but I got a message from Wade that Read:

“Hey babe, i'm about an hour away, be here soon love you!!”

I replied and hoped that he wasn't being his idiot self and texting while driving

“Okay babes, let me know when you hit town love you too!”

I set the phone down and grabbed my backpack from the kitchen table and took out my laptop. I still wanted to do a little bit of research on the house. I looked up the history of the town to see I anything on the house pops up on it. The first thing about the town news was something about the church is having a seance, I kinda just skimmed past that and then I realized what that actually said and I read the article on it:

“Come to our community church seance! It's at 12:00 am on the 16th this month. Wed like to have as many people as possible, you know what they say more the merrier!”

I kinda just sat there dumbfounded for a “what the actually__” my phone rang and interrupted me. I looked at the number and it was my mum

“Hello?”

“Hey sweetie, how's everything so far?” she asked with a sweet concern in her voice

“Well my town is having a church seance and I think they want people to show up so that they can use them as sacrifices.”

There was a long pause on the other end then she finally spoke

“ wait what?? A church seance? The crap is that? And sacrifices? You’re not going are you??”

I laughed a little bit at her reaction

“ no mother i'm not i'm not fond of the idea of being a sacrifice for some random church.”

“Okay good, so is Wade there yet?”

“ no not yet he's about 30 mins away now, but hopefully it won't be much longer.”

“ yeah I bet you miss him you guys never leave each other which i'm still a little upset that he let you go alone..”

“ mum he had no choice he had to work his last day and he knew I wanted to go, plus I wanted to drive and you know as well as me if he went with he would have driven the whole way, sometimes I think he forgets I like to drive to.”

Wade never lets me do something if he thinks there’s even a small chance that I could get hurt so I did find it weird that he did but i'm glad because it was an adventure.

“Well okay darling I have to go your brother just text and said he's going to try and jump into the pool from the roof and he wants me to video it.. What’s wrong with him”

“ okay mum make sure he doesn't break anything including himself, love you”

“Love you to sweetie and I will try”

I hung up and laughed a little and then my phone buzzed again and it was a message from Wade:

“hey, i'm in town and almost to the house I can't wait to see you.”

“Okay see you soon babe :3”

I put the phone back on the table and went upstairs to make the bed and make it look some what good for Wade. I went up there and closed the door .. ever since “last night” i've had the weirdest feeling of like… being watched or something, I grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it up when I set it down I heard the bedroom door handle start to turn and I whipped around, my heart started pounding again. The door slowly opened and saw him, Wade.

“My god Wade you scared the heck out of me!”

I walked over to him and hugged him tight, he hugged me back.

“I'm sorry love, I missed you tho”

“ I missed you too babe”

We talked for awhile, he and I unpacked a little more stuff and then I got to explain my morning and why I was so tired. Now Wade has never really believed in ghosts or any stuff like that so he kinda just thought it was all a dream. I didn't really want to try and explain more, I just wanted to forget about it and just assume that it was my imagination.

Wade and I talked a little more then we both decided to go to bed. As Wade slowly drifted off to sleep I stared at the ceiling waiting for it to happen again, waiting for more fear to arise in me. I waited and waited, I started to drift off asleep by mistake and then it happened. A loud crashing noise coming from the hallway outside our room, a loud crashing noise that brought back all the fear, that made Wade and I shoot up in the bed and stare at the door. I knew what was going to happen, more fear started to raise in me and I wanted to throw up. I looked over at Wade and he looked scared as well, he got up and grabbed the metal rod that was meant to hang in the window but we never got the chance to put it up. He walked over to the door and yelled “ who ever is there we have a weapon and were calling the police” things were so quiet, to quiet. Then my stomach dropped, I got the worst feeling ever, something in me was telling me to “Get Wade away from that door to get him to you before it's too late”. I didn't listen, I sat there and then it happened my fears came true. Wade opened the door and whatever the thing behind wa, it wasn't human, it was a monster. It reached through Wade, it put it's twisted sharp arm straight through him. I screamed. The thing made eye contact with me I went numb. What was it? It stepped in the room and it reached the side of the bed I was on. It reached it's hand over and placed it on me, everything went white and silent.

My vision was blurry when I came to. I looked around, it was my room, I couldn't hear anything. I sat up groggy, and looked around. I was alone, no monster, no Wade. I stood up and grabbed my phone it was 4:51 am july 14th. I saw a message from Wade:

“ hey love, going to head out around 5:30 ish. See you soon love you.”

I was happy yet confused by everything.

I guess it really all was a dream.

And that is my story about the house I met my biggest fear.

The End.