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Another scary entry in our Ghost Stories Blog Contest, this one from Pat Krueger :
Years ago two roommates (and myself) lived in the South Carolina countryside. It was a very old farmhouse; all three stories, fifteen rooms, four bathrooms, and formal downstairs library. Built in 1901, the monstrosity bore a dated Victorian façade, complete with cupolas and a trio of evil-looking turrets.
Besides the house the property had a large red barn in good condition, a tall grain silo with a copper roof that over time had achieved a deep green patina, a slant-roofed hen house, a reflecting pool visited by all the birds in the vicinity, and a small orchard filled with apple and pear trees. All surrounded by a stout three-rail wooden fence. The farmhouse sat on a large piece of property but it still seemed to dominate the land.
The following events started out friendly enough then over a period of 2-3 months escalated into serious physical injury.
It began with an annoying precociousness. Things started to disappear for no reason. The can opener. Gone. Looked and looked but never found it. A box of cereal would disappear from the cupboard and we would find it in a bedroom closet. And other stuff just disappeared. More than I can list. Then forks and knives and spoons began appearing on the floor. Just laying there. Strange. I would wake up in the morning and find knives or spoons or forks set in a circular pattern on the living-room floor. It was just plain weird. Lights would shut off by themselves. My radio on my nightstand would just turn off by itself. Sometimes, late at night, we would hear a door, open, close. Then silence.
One of my roomies had his bedroom on the first floor. One night he woke up and found a man standing over the bed staring down at him. He described the man as tall and bulky with a short haircut. He couldn’t see the features of his face. Then the man spoke. “You feel cold don’t you.” My roommate didn’t reply. He was scared stiff. The man repeated the question. “You feel cold don’t you.”
Two nights later my roommate woke up choking and gasping for air. There was a wool blanket covering his head and he was being smothered…by someone…by something. He fought the thing. He said it was really strong and wouldn’t stop. Finally whatever it was that had a hold of him let go and my roomie twisted out of bed and threw the blanket in the corner. He turned on the light and there was nothing there. His door was closed and locked.
About a week later he woke up in the morning with 2nd degree burns on his arm. We asked him. You didn’t wake up!?!? He said no. Something happened during the night. We don’t know what it was. The burns looked as if boiling water had come in contact with his flesh. And all up and down his forearm. Large water-filled blisters.
I moved out that same day.
