Do you believe in ghost, spirits or anything of the sort? Any personal experiences in regard to this matter? I'm typically not one to fall into this tin foil hat category, but I'm pissing myself right now. A long read, but creepy and may be worth it.
I was at my river house in Guerneville, CA until about an hour ago. A rural town with houses tucked away in forested areas, typically a hop, skip, and a jump away from eachother (not side by side). Let me start this off by saying I haven't consumed any drugs, hallucigenics, bath salts, or anything of the sort this evening. I have been smoking weed all day, but that's hardly relevant.
I came up here by myself tonight to get away from town, check on my plants, enjoy a nice twisty drive, relax and clear my mind from summer school statistics all week. Upon arriving, I felt a chilling wind that gave me goosebumps from the start. Keep in mind it had a high temperature of 79* today with zero wind. Something felt off from the start, but I didn't think much of it. I come up here by myself often, so it is nothing out of the ordinary. After picking up a pizza on my way up from the Union Hotel, I ate a late lunch/dinner on my back porch in a relaxed environment observing nature at it's finest.
I tended to my plants in the detached garage, watering, checking PH balance's, etc. The lights start to flicker, and the cold bone chilling vibe is back. I've never seen this before in my life, they're new bulbs and the house isn't poorly wired. It was built in 2007, and is actually nicer than my regular home. It was almost like there was a pattern to it as if someone was flicking the switch in a strategic matter. I check the bulbs, and none of them are blown. I reset the ballast, check the timer and all associated wiring and everything's fine. I turn them back on, and everything's good.
I carry on back inside where I smoke my last bowl of the night, and end it with a cigarette. I go upstairs to work on my laptop, bullshit around on the forums and begin watching Borat. I started to hear footsteps around the house on the hard wood floors, and our distinctive front door slam. Everyone know's what their doors sound like after hearing them endless times. I grabbed my Glock 40 thinking someone had broken in, but I'm very meticulous about locking my doors. I turned on the security lights that illuminate the entire premises of the property and start my investigation. The front door was locked, had someone been in the house, how'd they lock the door behind them? They keys were around my neck on a lanyard. I checked all the doors and windows, and they were all intact. I checked every room, under beds, etc. Glock loaded and ready to blast. After searching inside, I moved to checking outside for any kind of footprint in the gravel. I LOCKED the door behind me. I felt like this was a fucked up episode of Scooby Doo. While outside looking around I calm down and spark a cigarette. Towards the end, I hear a shrieking, blood curdling scream which sounded like it came from inside the house, echoing throughout the forest. By this time, my one neighbor of about 60 years old turns on his front porch lights, and I yell his name asking for help. He comes outside and asked what was going on. I frantically told him to dial 9-11 and to follow me inside the house, I told him I had no idea what was going on, but obviously he knew something serious was happening when he saw me yielding my gun.
He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket (Verizon has service, my AT&T doesn't) and he dials 9-11 following me, requesting an officer to come out to the house-explaining the situation of hearing a girl scream and a possible break in. The dispatcher told him to stay on the line and not to go back into the house. We went in anyways with her on the phone. I unlock the door, slowly creep in gun drawn, and start looking around. I look to my left and all four gas stove top burners were on turned on high and [WE not just I] heard foot steps in the back room. As stated above, I picked up a pizza, I never used the stove or oven. I yell at Dale to get the fuck out of the house, and the front door slams the hardest I've ever heard it in my life right in our pathway. He's pissing himself trying to open the door, I thought he was going to have a heart attack, while I'm standing behind him gun drawn just waiting for something to happen. My adrenaline was pumping the hardest it ever has in my life, just waiting to pull the trigger at anything. He get's the front door open and we run out to the middle of the street where four sheriffs show up lights blaring.
They flew out of their cars guns drawn, so I immediately throw my arms in the air, detach my mag, and unload the barrel setting the gun down. I explained everything to the officers and they barge in checking every square inch of the house. They explain the windows and other doors were locked as I already confirmed, there was no sign of forced entry, and the house was empty. Of course this lead to "have you had anything to drink tonight" which I hadn't. They wanted to admit me to the hospital thinking I'm a fucking loony, but Dale was there to back me up. He said he heard the shriek, saw the gas burners on (that the cops turned off), saw the front door slam in our face, and heard the aggressive foot steps. After their chain of questions and a breathalyzer there wasn't much more they could do for me, but recommended I get some sleep. HA, fuck that. I had an officer escort me around the outside of the house (with his gun drawn, I could tell he was freaked out too) as I locked every door, locked the Glock in it's safe and threw it in my trunk burning rubber out of my driveway.
Now I'm home and safe, but I don't think I'll be returning anytime soon by myself, and I won't be staying the night. I have no comprehensible explanation for tonight's events, all I know is I was legitimately scared down to the bone and probably won't be sleeping tonight.
I was at my river house in Guerneville, CA until about an hour ago. A rural town with houses tucked away in forested areas, typically a hop, skip, and a jump away from eachother (not side by side). Let me start this off by saying I haven't consumed any drugs, hallucigenics, bath salts, or anything of the sort this evening. I have been smoking weed all day, but that's hardly relevant.
I came up here by myself tonight to get away from town, check on my plants, enjoy a nice twisty drive, relax and clear my mind from summer school statistics all week. Upon arriving, I felt a chilling wind that gave me goosebumps from the start. Keep in mind it had a high temperature of 79* today with zero wind. Something felt off from the start, but I didn't think much of it. I come up here by myself often, so it is nothing out of the ordinary. After picking up a pizza on my way up from the Union Hotel, I ate a late lunch/dinner on my back porch in a relaxed environment observing nature at it's finest.
I tended to my plants in the detached garage, watering, checking PH balance's, etc. The lights start to flicker, and the cold bone chilling vibe is back. I've never seen this before in my life, they're new bulbs and the house isn't poorly wired. It was built in 2007, and is actually nicer than my regular home. It was almost like there was a pattern to it as if someone was flicking the switch in a strategic matter. I check the bulbs, and none of them are blown. I reset the ballast, check the timer and all associated wiring and everything's fine. I turn them back on, and everything's good.
I carry on back inside where I smoke my last bowl of the night, and end it with a cigarette. I go upstairs to work on my laptop, bullshit around on the forums and begin watching Borat. I started to hear footsteps around the house on the hard wood floors, and our distinctive front door slam. Everyone know's what their doors sound like after hearing them endless times. I grabbed my Glock 40 thinking someone had broken in, but I'm very meticulous about locking my doors. I turned on the security lights that illuminate the entire premises of the property and start my investigation. The front door was locked, had someone been in the house, how'd they lock the door behind them? They keys were around my neck on a lanyard. I checked all the doors and windows, and they were all intact. I checked every room, under beds, etc. Glock loaded and ready to blast. After searching inside, I moved to checking outside for any kind of footprint in the gravel. I LOCKED the door behind me. I felt like this was a fucked up episode of Scooby Doo. While outside looking around I calm down and spark a cigarette. Towards the end, I hear a shrieking, blood curdling scream which sounded like it came from inside the house, echoing throughout the forest. By this time, my one neighbor of about 60 years old turns on his front porch lights, and I yell his name asking for help. He comes outside and asked what was going on. I frantically told him to dial 9-11 and to follow me inside the house, I told him I had no idea what was going on, but obviously he knew something serious was happening when he saw me yielding my gun.
He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket (Verizon has service, my AT&T doesn't) and he dials 9-11 following me, requesting an officer to come out to the house-explaining the situation of hearing a girl scream and a possible break in. The dispatcher told him to stay on the line and not to go back into the house. We went in anyways with her on the phone. I unlock the door, slowly creep in gun drawn, and start looking around. I look to my left and all four gas stove top burners were on turned on high and [WE not just I] heard foot steps in the back room. As stated above, I picked up a pizza, I never used the stove or oven. I yell at Dale to get the fuck out of the house, and the front door slams the hardest I've ever heard it in my life right in our pathway. He's pissing himself trying to open the door, I thought he was going to have a heart attack, while I'm standing behind him gun drawn just waiting for something to happen. My adrenaline was pumping the hardest it ever has in my life, just waiting to pull the trigger at anything. He get's the front door open and we run out to the middle of the street where four sheriffs show up lights blaring.
They flew out of their cars guns drawn, so I immediately throw my arms in the air, detach my mag, and unload the barrel setting the gun down. I explained everything to the officers and they barge in checking every square inch of the house. They explain the windows and other doors were locked as I already confirmed, there was no sign of forced entry, and the house was empty. Of course this lead to "have you had anything to drink tonight" which I hadn't. They wanted to admit me to the hospital thinking I'm a fucking loony, but Dale was there to back me up. He said he heard the shriek, saw the gas burners on (that the cops turned off), saw the front door slam in our face, and heard the aggressive foot steps. After their chain of questions and a breathalyzer there wasn't much more they could do for me, but recommended I get some sleep. HA, fuck that. I had an officer escort me around the outside of the house (with his gun drawn, I could tell he was freaked out too) as I locked every door, locked the Glock in it's safe and threw it in my trunk burning rubber out of my driveway.
Now I'm home and safe, but I don't think I'll be returning anytime soon by myself, and I won't be staying the night. I have no comprehensible explanation for tonight's events, all I know is I was legitimately scared down to the bone and probably won't be sleeping tonight.
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