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Ashley - Sterling, Virginia - 2001-2003
In early 2001, my parents and I started renting a two-story house that
wasn't more than 40 years old. We never knew about the previous owners or
any history on the house. We were only told that the old owners moved out in
a hurry. There were two sheds in the backyard that were full of old stuff
that was left by the previous owners, so they really did leave in a hurry.
Odd things didn't start happening until after we lived there for a few
months. There were four bedrooms upstairs and I had one that was on the end
of the upstairs. That room was always freezing and it had a heavy feeling to
it -- like whenever you walked into the room it felt like you were walking
into a freezer and you were weighted down by something. After being sick a
few times in that room, I moved to the bedroom adjacent to it. That room
never got cold or had any weird feelings to it.
I used to cheerlead and play soccer, I had many trophies of all the years I
did sports -- I had them all lined up on a dresser right next to my closet.
One day, when I got home from school all my trophies were laying on the
ground in a row. The house was empty all day and my door was closed the
entire time I was at school. A lot of stuff happened in the closet of my
room also. I would have toys that made noises be turned off and on, the
switches would actually be switched to off when I put them away and then
they would turn on in the middle of the night. And we had an attic that my
father went into once since we lived there. There were no animals in the
attic, just cobwebs and our winter stuff. But at night we would hear bumping
sounds, sort of like someone knocking on the attic floor, but with carpet on
the floor of the attic.
One day I was telling my friend about it, so we started knocking on the
ceiling of my room. It was a simple "knock knock" and not two minutes later
we heard a "knock knock" back. It scared us to the point where I would sleep
in the living room for a little while. And my parents said that they
couldn't hear anything, not us knocking or the knock back. Soon we decided
to move closer to my new high school. The last month we were there I was
sitting upstairs in the family room when I kept getting the feeling of being
poked in the leg, stomach, sides, and arms. It was my muscles twitching --
like someone was poking me. Ever since moving out of that house I've had
minor encounters with different things, but nothing compared to what went on
in that house. I could never get any information on that house from
anywhere, but I am continuing to look to this day.
