Original story:
The answer to what was in the kitchen:
quote:
Sorry! My story really isnt all that scary, but it makes me feel like a crazy person when I talk about it.
It's long, but JUST FOR YOU 313
--
Last October, my husband was working out of town, and it was just me and my 2 year old daughter and 2 month old son.
It was about 10:30 at night. My daughter was sound asleep in my bed. My son was in his swing in the living room sleeping. I was in the kitchen washing dishes. The kitchen is closed off from the living room, so I can not see anything from where I am standing by the sink.
I am just going about my business, going through my nightly routine , washing bottles. The water is running, and I can hear the baby swing rocking back and forth.
I suddenly hear something fall... I walk to the living room, and see my phone on the floor. I had placed it on the seat of the couch, and it was on the floor about 3 feet away from the couch. I picked it up, looked at it I thought maybe it was vibrating and slid off, but no missed alerts. So i put it Across the cup holders, which are flat and not at an angle at all, so I thought there was no way it could slide off. I went back to washing dishes... I hear it fall again. I go pick it up. This time, I put it inside of the cup holder, which is about 2 1/2 inches deep. I go back to the kitchen, and turn on the water. It falls again.
At this point I am a little weirded out. So I take the phone with me to the kitchen, and place it on the island which is to my back. I go back to washing dishes. Suddenly, the scalding hot water I rinse in, turned Ice cold... and I got the worst sensation of fear I have ever had. I was frozen, my knees felt weak, and I has an absolutely terrified feeling, but I had to turn around.
I turned around to see my phone sliding across the (level) island... My heart jumped into my throat, and i just watched as it stopped with half of it hanging over the edge. At that point my son let out the most blood curdling scream.. i grabbed the phone, grabbed him, and ran to my bedroom at the back of the house.
I call my husband hysterical. From the bedroom door, I can see the light in the kitchen going on and off, on and off. I am scrambling trying to wake my daughter, who was sound asleep still. My husband , still on the phone, calls a friend of his, who live just a few minutes away to come check on me... I am in my bed room just listening in horror, as I can hear the cabinets slamming in the kitchen. When my husband's friend got there, he used the extra key to come in, because I was not leaving my room to head towards the kitchen. When he walked in, he just stopped, and stared into the kitchen. I heard him say "oh my god"... ran back to the room, helped me grab my kids and the baby bag, and told me to run out of the door. My husband had not mentioned anything about what I had experienced.
As we are getting the kids into the truck, my daughter who is still asleep, lifted up her head, and asks where the man with the black kitty went. I asked her what she was talking about... she said a man with a black kitty was standing by the door when we left.
I stayed the night at a friend's house, and the next morning I went back to the house, with a priest. When we walked in, my collection of 22 wall crosses were all hung upside down. The priest called a friend of his, and suggested that I leave them alone in the house.
I had him walk with me through the house as I packed large bags for all of us, and went to stay with my husband out of town. We got a phone call from the priest, who asked us to be sure that our children were baptized, and said nothing else.
When we came back to town, he too (my husband) experienced the cabinet noises and other banging noises. My daughter was always talking about different men with different animals. We moved out of the house a month later.
My husband's friend still will not tell me what he saw. He has told my husband, but he will not tell me either. He says it is best that I dont know. Every noise still wakes me up at night... I will never be the same.
The answer to what was in the kitchen:
quote:
Im not quite sure why K wanted me to post this on here, but from the amount of begging it seemed pretty important. Despite the rudeness, I am doing a friend a favor. Let me be the first to tell you K is the most level headed person I have ever met in my life. It is a hard story to believe but even if I hadn't experienced it , coming from her I would have believed it. She isn't the type of person to freak out over nothing. She has been through some tough stuff in her life, and makes it look like a breeze. She used to be the strongest female I know. What happened that night changed her completely. It changed me too.
J tends to go out of town for work quite often. So K is usually at home alone. He tends to be a bit of a worrier, so everytime he is out of town we agreed that I'll stop by to check in on K, see if she needed anything and stuff like that.
This happened in early October, right around the time there were break ins happening in the neighborhood. The house next door to them got hit the night before. K has a gun and knows how to use it, but J still asked me to check in on her pretty often. I guess it was almost 11 or so, when I got a phone call from Js work phone. He says, Hey, im on the phone with K right now, and she is locked in our bedroom. She is crying and panicking. I think she heard or saw something that gave her scare. She wont leave the room to check and wont get off the phone with me. Can you check in on her." knowing that she was on the other line freaking out and having him call me when he is uaually sound asleep worried me.
Like I said, K isn't the typ to freak out. So I threw so shoes on, and drove over. I live just a few minutes away. Right off I could tell something wasn't right. I just had that feeling, so I grabbed my gun from under the seat, and walked up to the door. I got the strangest feeling in the world. I felt as if something was pushing me from the house. I could hear a lot of commotion, and I though for sure, someone was in the house. I was banging on the door, ringing the doorbell finaly I just grabbed the kety. I walked in an immediately yelled for K, to let her know it was me. She opened the door, and I heard her tell J, he is here.
Then I glanced over into the kitchen, and I felt frozen. What was apparently a few seconds felt like a life time. I saw what appeared to be a black cloud was hovering over the island. It was thick, but translucent at the same time. I saw the oven open and close. Then the cloud suddenly hit the floor and started to rise like smoke does from fire. It appeared to kind of glow a sickly yellow color, and I could make out the figure of a very large being. It looked to be 7 or 8 feet tall. It had what I would compare to the scales of a lizard or a snake I couldn't get myself to look at the face.
I got a cold chill that shook me out of my frozen state, and all I remember is running down the hall grabbing the 2 year old girl, and the baby bag, and telling k to grab the baby and run. I kept telling her don't look back, just go. When we finally got to her truck the little girl who had been in a sound sleep, popped her head up and asked about the black man with the cat. K pretended she didn't hear but I know she did. I followed her to my mother's house. I called her on the way to let her know what happened, and asked her not to ask k questions so she would calm down.
K spilled it all and my mom called my aunt who works in the catholic church in Navasota, and she a friend of hers, a priest who said he'd be over first thing in the morning. As soon as I knew she was ok, I left to go home. On the way I called j, and tried to explain to him what happened. He thought I was crazy. I thought I was crazy.
I ended up driving to my girls house, and then I remembered we didn't lock the door and I thought about the break ins. Now k knows I saw something but she doesn't know this next part and J has asked me never to tell her. I told my girlfriend everything that happened. She didn't believe me and thought we should go back to lock up the house. I did not want to go.
When we got back the door was wide open which is I guess how we left it. Every cabinet door was open. The fridge was open. The over open but nothing out of place. Until we went into the baby's room. All of his clothing from the drawer were neatly placed in a circle on his floor. In the middle of the circle was the picture frame that held his sonogram picture and first photo. That really freaked me out. In the girls room it was the same thing. Only all of the clothing laid on her floor was white with no picture.
That strange feeling I had before was gone, but the way everything was left was too creepy for words. K went back to the house to get some clothes for her and the babies to go and stay w/ j while he was working in Beaumont. My aunt and her friend went with her, and asked her to leave as soon as she had gathered items. I'm not sure what went on there, but I know whatever my aunt told my mom really scared her.
I know they found some other stuff disturbed that wasn't when we got there, and they told us and k and j to be sure they baptized the kids. K doesn't understand why. J wants to keep it that way for her own sake. Before then I have never been a religious person but you better believe that I am now. K is different. Its like something took a spark from her. I know I'll never get over it. I ask that you please do not disclose the info about the baby stuff. It has taken K so long just to be ok after that I don't want her and I know her husband doesn't want her freaking out again. Sorry this was so long I just wanted to be thorough. im only going to leave this up til about 6 tonight
