Evan Everhart
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- Hollywood, California
Part 2.
I say that the shadow men hunted me because they followed me to my aunt's house and attacked me there too. The attack at my aunt's house occurred after the events at my own house. I was in Los Osos for a relative's wake. Most of the family was there, I was younger and got a less than luxurious accommodation; the floor of my cousin's room. I went to sleep in the corner, far away from the bed. I awoke and was stretched out straight with only my head pointing towards where I'd laid down and with my feet pointed at the bed even though I'd been sleeping with my whole body curled up in the fetal position. I woke up later in the evening farther towards the bed with my ankles underneath it which frightened me even more-so at which I curled even farther into the corner after having gone across the hall to the restroom to splash my face with cold water. Once again, later even in the evening, I awoke to find myself under the bed, but this time I knew what it was as I was experiencing the same sensation of having something stuffed into my mouth to prevent my making any sound whatsoever and which barely allowed my even being able to breath as if a gag had been shoved into my mouth, the same as when I was attacked by the shadow man and the incorporeal thing which were the same. I was horribly aware of my being pulled forcibly under the bed and what was even more aware of the fact (and this is the Most terrifying and inexplicable of it to me, I am only about 5' 7" or so but the bed which I was being pulled under, was only a single sized bed and I should only roughly have been able to be pulled under it while laying perpendicular to it as I was, roughly to mid thigh) I however was up to my chin beneath the bed and being pulled farther as I tried to scream. The wall was on the other side of the bed so that if I had been pulled that far, it would have been into the wall. I finally managed to get a yelp out of my mouth and then the pulling and gagging stopped and I scrabbled out backwards from under the bed and threw my pants on and was gone within the hour.
The oddness of my house goes back into my youth as well, as I recall when I was younger and only my grandfather was home with me, we would sit watching the television and sometimes, I would hear what sounded like squelchy boots coming down the hall and I would look, and there would never be anything there and the carpets were always dry and there were no pets then either. Also, the day I left to go to my grandfather's funeral, I was the last out the door and closing it behind me when I heard a tea-pot whistle and I went in to investigate worried about someone having left on a fire on the stove, but it was not on and the tea-kettles were all cold. My grandfather always used to make tea. Another time, I remember I was sitting in the living-room when I heard what sounded like a horrible soul wrenching sorrowful wail almost on the edge of hearing, like a weeping wail emanate from the fireplace in the corner of my living-room. It is the most sad sound I have ever heard in my entire life. It sounded like a little girl pleading, pleading so she didn't even speak, just wailed. Another time, when standing in the entry hall which looks directly into the kitchen door, my friend and I saw a man approach the refrigerator from the direction of the kitchen hallway which leads to the backdoor to the house and he was about 30, ash-blond hair and glasses and a crew cut with a white shirt and a tie on. He walked up to the refrigerator and looked in and walked back to the backdoor. My friend and I looked at one another and said "Did you SEE THAT?!" we both nodded and rushed to the back door; it was still locked with it's slide bolt which can only be locked from the inside and there is no other way out of the room. I performed a minor exorcism and several blessings upon my house and most of the oddities ceased for a while, although anyone not sleeping in my bedroom which used to be my aunt's is prone to nightmares and intense sluggishness no matter what they do and the back of the hallway is still inexplicably Dark no matter what is done, even when a flash-light is shined upon the back hallway, the light appears somehow dimmer, even when it is pitch black outside. The back hallway is also the main element and subject of most of the nightmares which anyone who sleeps in the living-room suffers from (I Never tell anyone about the dreams because it usually frightens them off). So far, five people have had similar experiences with the back hallway namely the back and there being a doorway there, either black or made of flowing solid blood or flames or of a doorway with the door a crack open and something horrible beyond, which they cannot explain. In my brother Kevin's dream, he dreamed that he saw a doorway there and that his fiance who was sleeping next to him zipped to the neck in a sleeping-bag attacked him in some daemoniac fury and when he awoke, she was still zipped up, but his back was bleeding profusely with gouges all across it. I have had nightmares of a doorway in the back hallway since I can remember. There is a small room or something; a space behind that area where the doorway lies in the dreams. I found it one evening with a some people after they had spent the night and were unsettled and wanted to see what was there. We looked and there is no roof panel over the heater which is also set in that wall and you can see over the back paneling and there is a small "space" back there. Couldn't make out anything though, even with flash-lights, there was too much dust floating about.
I say that the shadow men hunted me because they followed me to my aunt's house and attacked me there too. The attack at my aunt's house occurred after the events at my own house. I was in Los Osos for a relative's wake. Most of the family was there, I was younger and got a less than luxurious accommodation; the floor of my cousin's room. I went to sleep in the corner, far away from the bed. I awoke and was stretched out straight with only my head pointing towards where I'd laid down and with my feet pointed at the bed even though I'd been sleeping with my whole body curled up in the fetal position. I woke up later in the evening farther towards the bed with my ankles underneath it which frightened me even more-so at which I curled even farther into the corner after having gone across the hall to the restroom to splash my face with cold water. Once again, later even in the evening, I awoke to find myself under the bed, but this time I knew what it was as I was experiencing the same sensation of having something stuffed into my mouth to prevent my making any sound whatsoever and which barely allowed my even being able to breath as if a gag had been shoved into my mouth, the same as when I was attacked by the shadow man and the incorporeal thing which were the same. I was horribly aware of my being pulled forcibly under the bed and what was even more aware of the fact (and this is the Most terrifying and inexplicable of it to me, I am only about 5' 7" or so but the bed which I was being pulled under, was only a single sized bed and I should only roughly have been able to be pulled under it while laying perpendicular to it as I was, roughly to mid thigh) I however was up to my chin beneath the bed and being pulled farther as I tried to scream. The wall was on the other side of the bed so that if I had been pulled that far, it would have been into the wall. I finally managed to get a yelp out of my mouth and then the pulling and gagging stopped and I scrabbled out backwards from under the bed and threw my pants on and was gone within the hour.
The oddness of my house goes back into my youth as well, as I recall when I was younger and only my grandfather was home with me, we would sit watching the television and sometimes, I would hear what sounded like squelchy boots coming down the hall and I would look, and there would never be anything there and the carpets were always dry and there were no pets then either. Also, the day I left to go to my grandfather's funeral, I was the last out the door and closing it behind me when I heard a tea-pot whistle and I went in to investigate worried about someone having left on a fire on the stove, but it was not on and the tea-kettles were all cold. My grandfather always used to make tea. Another time, I remember I was sitting in the living-room when I heard what sounded like a horrible soul wrenching sorrowful wail almost on the edge of hearing, like a weeping wail emanate from the fireplace in the corner of my living-room. It is the most sad sound I have ever heard in my entire life. It sounded like a little girl pleading, pleading so she didn't even speak, just wailed. Another time, when standing in the entry hall which looks directly into the kitchen door, my friend and I saw a man approach the refrigerator from the direction of the kitchen hallway which leads to the backdoor to the house and he was about 30, ash-blond hair and glasses and a crew cut with a white shirt and a tie on. He walked up to the refrigerator and looked in and walked back to the backdoor. My friend and I looked at one another and said "Did you SEE THAT?!" we both nodded and rushed to the back door; it was still locked with it's slide bolt which can only be locked from the inside and there is no other way out of the room. I performed a minor exorcism and several blessings upon my house and most of the oddities ceased for a while, although anyone not sleeping in my bedroom which used to be my aunt's is prone to nightmares and intense sluggishness no matter what they do and the back of the hallway is still inexplicably Dark no matter what is done, even when a flash-light is shined upon the back hallway, the light appears somehow dimmer, even when it is pitch black outside. The back hallway is also the main element and subject of most of the nightmares which anyone who sleeps in the living-room suffers from (I Never tell anyone about the dreams because it usually frightens them off). So far, five people have had similar experiences with the back hallway namely the back and there being a doorway there, either black or made of flowing solid blood or flames or of a doorway with the door a crack open and something horrible beyond, which they cannot explain. In my brother Kevin's dream, he dreamed that he saw a doorway there and that his fiance who was sleeping next to him zipped to the neck in a sleeping-bag attacked him in some daemoniac fury and when he awoke, she was still zipped up, but his back was bleeding profusely with gouges all across it. I have had nightmares of a doorway in the back hallway since I can remember. There is a small room or something; a space behind that area where the doorway lies in the dreams. I found it one evening with a some people after they had spent the night and were unsettled and wanted to see what was there. We looked and there is no roof panel over the heater which is also set in that wall and you can see over the back paneling and there is a small "space" back there. Couldn't make out anything though, even with flash-lights, there was too much dust floating about.