MY MOM'S HOUSE (BANNER) EL RENO OKLAHOMA

We moved there when I was fourteen years old and that is where my mother still lives. The house is built on REALLY OLD farmland. It is actually apart of the Gun Club Housing Edition. I actually liked this house. The only things I didn't like about it was that it was in the middle of nowhere. Also I hate the guest bedroom of that house, it gives off an aweful vibe. My husband and I actually stayed in the guest bedroom after falling on hard times and having to stay with my mom. We stayed with her during the summer of 2011.


The first thing that happened after moving in during our first night in the house. We didn't have electricity because we were waiting for it to be turned on. It was in the middle of the night and my mom came to my room telling me to listen to something. She took me to the backdoor and opened it. From the direction of the sceptic tank we heard a man say "Help me. Help me." It sounded like it was coming from the sceptic tank. We went outside to investigate and the closer we get to the sceptic tank it became quieter until it finally stopped. This went on for about a week after that we didn't hear it anymore. My mom and I talked about how it would be easy to dispose of someone in a sceptic tank. All of the chemicals that you have to put in to keep it clean and the chemicals that bodily waste makes.

For Christmas my stepdad bought me a shower radio/cd player. I kept it in the bathroom and I needed batteries for something. So I took the batteries out and used them. My friend Madison was staying the night and suddenly we heard a stereo blaring in the bathroom. Her and I had been talking about a song. The radio was playing the song and it had no power. Then another time I was in my room thinking about a song and the radio began to play that song.

Another time I was sitting in the living room with my mom. It was raining outside and I began to lax into a meditative state while thinking about water. We started hearing what sounded like water coming from the kitchen. We went and looked and the water was running in the sink.

My closet door would open and shut on its own accord. I would hear things being messed with inside of the closet. Also knocking on my bedroom wall.

One night during the summer I had the window opened and decided to sleep with my head at the feet of the bed. So I could get more of a breeze. When I heard rustling in between my wall and my bed. I woke up to find a man standing in that area. Only he was a solid black shadow outlined in a heavy gray. He was wearing a wide brimmed derby and dipped his head as if acknowledging me. I didn't feel threatened and fell back asleep.

A couple of weeks after seeing the shadow man. I was once again asleep in bed. When I awoke to the feeling of somebody entering the room. I would sleep with my bedroom door shut and all the lights out. My door was still shut and the room was almost pitch black. But I could see something darker than the room come from the hinges of the door. It moved along the walls and you could hear it slithering as it went. It went around the room and then went down the wall onto the floor. When it came back up it got on the bed and went over my legs. It had no temperature that I could discern. But it felt extremely heavy almost like it weighed thirty pounds or so.

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I forgot how old I was when we lived there or what grade I was in. The only thing that I really remember is my friend Melissa and I were sitting in my closet. We had a flashlight on a small plastic table in there while we talked. We were trying to get away from my little brother. When we heard a cough coming from within the closet, it was neither of us. When we looked up there was an apparition of a woman looking down at us. Of course we freaked out and ran. You could see her down to the beginning of her chest. She was a light smoky grey color, had poofy curly hair pinned back, sharp features, petite looking, and had no eyes. She was on the shelf bent down looking at us her hands on the hanger bar.

Also while living there, I had a dream about my stepdad dying. He is a semi driver. At the time we didn't have a regular vehicle, when he was in town we drove around in his semi. Well on the Fourth of July we bought some firecrackers, roman candles, bottle rockets, etc. We decided to drive out in the middle of nowhere off of a quiet highway. We were out there for about two hours or so. He had parked his semi in front of a ravine that sheered down about 25-30 feet. The back of the semi was facing the ravine. When we went to pull out the sand and gravel on the shoulder of the highway leading to the ravine, was pulling the truck backward. My stepfather had me, my mom, and little brother get out of the truck. We heard his engine screech real loud and then the semi just roll back followed by a bang. The back wheels and part of the trailer hook up were over the ledge. My mom and I finally started screaming at him to get out, but he refused. So far we were the only ones out there, finally a man his wife and teenage son were driving by, and heard our frantic screams to get my stepdad to stop. They drove a Ford F120 pickup and used a chain to try to pull the semi out. For the first thirty minutes or so the truck struggled to pull him out. A couple of times they were almost pulled in with him, but finally they were able to pull him out. I had a dream about the exact same thing that happened to us. Except nobody came to help us, and my stepdad plunged into the ravine.