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The person who submitted this story is in no way a member of The G.I.S. This story was simply posted for the enjoyment of the readers. The G.I.S. is not claiming this story is true or false. The person that submitted this story assured us it was true. The G.I.S. has never come in contact with an entity like this, we are not saying it could not happen but a case like this has never been documented.
I have waited for a long time to make an attempt to display this story.
It was very scarry, very real and I managed to get some polaroids that I choose to keep in a bible. This is not my only story, but it became the beginning of what I call my awareness, and sensitivity.
2 years ago in mid summer I found my self at a single statis agian. I picked up a part time job bartending and during that time I met a man (Robert) who would change how i looked at this life time and other demensions. He was renovating an old house here in this small minning town. My first impression of this house, was not an easy one. I didn't want to seem like a wacko right off so I kept my apprehensions to myself. This particular house was strange in all aspects. The construction was as follows. Two old, very small houses, with an extension room built in between to make one home. The smaller home had a small cellar as did the larger home on it's right. Other previous owners had dug a tunnel that traced from one home to the other directly underneath the new middle extension.
When I felt more comfortable with the relationship I expressed my feeling of being watched, and at times disliked. I even stated I felt it was like a female jealousy. This opened the flood gate of conversation. Robert had been living at this house while renovating. He could hardly contain himself as he told me of all the weirdness that he felt and experienced. I need to mention here that we seemed to always gravitate to the middle section. It felt "safe". Or safer. Well as everyone loves a ghost story, I was no different. I found out soon it was no fabrication. Robert took me down stairs to the old basement. What a creepy creepy place. He showed me the number of light bulbs that had blown out. Some where already there. He made a trip to the hardwarestore at least 3 times a week and on every invoice lightbulbs were purchased! Robert was an electrical troubleshooter in the Airforce. So it isn't like he didn't know or couldn't solve a bad connection!
He confided in me his scarry dreams. Big black coldren, filled with red liquid, and two pairs of hands floating in the red. One Pair of hands was black, and adult. The other was a childs, caucasion. There were other dreams, but this was the most graphic, and reaccuring. Finnally our feelings materialized. We were at the house in the middle section where the tv, bed, and his personal belongings. There is a long hallway which goes into the other house with a bedroom off to the right. Laughing and horsing around. A very warm and light hearted air surrounded us. I was laying on the bed looking at the ceiling, he was lying next to me looking down the long hall. All lights were on. And I made sure I was never lying close to that hall. Robert spoke very slowly
" Don't be scared, and don't get up fast,"
He had his hand on me to communicate stillness
" I want you to look down the hall and tell me what you see."
I accused him of just trying to scare me and refused to look. Truth was I was already very scared.
"Don't be afraid" he continued
":They can't hurt you. And when you look don't seem like you are looking directly at them. Be casual like nothing is different!"
My first thought...."THEY?.......THEY?" I got my courage up and peeked over his shoulder. My body begain to think for itself and sat upright searching for clothes. This is what we colaborated on seeing. A neon blueish form only 3-4feet tall, changing shape, getting taller/slimmer or smaller/ fatter. Couldn't make out any specifics. I was starring uncontollably, frozen with disbelif. I had never seen any kind of apparition. I was astounded. But it had no form. Then, this is the clincher. All the way in back of the hallway was a misty/cloudy form beginning to materalize. By this time I was standing. Head shoulders, torso and a gaite that made it's arms swing in time with it's legs. The eyes were dots of white. I could see it turning it's head because one eye would dissapear and reapear like someone turning thier head side to side. Robert caught me at the front door before I ran out into the cold October morning naked. I was blubbering. I was overcome with fear. He calmed me down and promised they couldn't hurt me. He delibertly went to the hallway with a polariod camara and said "hey guys, say cheese!" When he returned to the tv to put down the camara, he had his back to the hall. I was standing there with my eyes as wide as ballons. I seen the blue form/mass move towards him by the calves of his legs. Before I could say anything, He looked back at me and said "They are right in back of me, Huh?" I nodded. He very aggessivly told them "Don't touch me, you are not allowed to do so." It dissapated as did the smokey figure This may seem like an elaborate tail, but it's the truth and I have poloroids. The first one we took got lost for a long time, but it "reappeared" underneath a sink at my mobile home. When we first examined the photo we seen nothing. The following night he showed me where to look. It was not human. Then we began to find other non human forms. This is not the end of the story but rather the beginning. I am short of time and I really would like to share the rest of this. Since this occurance, I inherited my fathers home, and Robert lives here with me. We for some reason seem to be a magnet. My fathers house is haunted. We live with many. But the saga at the other house did not end just there.
