I was born and lived in Bluefield, West Virginia until I was six and had many weird experiences there. I went back when I was 15 for my grandmother's funeral and it still had that unchanged creepy vibe to it. I had a situation when I first lived there where very strange things happened in the house I lived in.
I had a situation ( I say situation as apposed to experience because I feared for my life) where I walked into our kitchen one night and saw two yellow eyes in the dark staring at me. My mother (an old hippy) was doing a seance with my father and some friends at the time (as many probably did in the late 60's and 70's, as well as ouija boards of which my mother was also fond...I even had a dog named ouija). I ran into the living room and explained what I saw but my parents explained it away saying it was headlights coming in from the window from a passing car..I know the difference between headlights and eyes..what I saw looked like a cat or dog's eyes when light reflects off of them and they weren't coming from the window..they were from inside the kitchen. A little while later a big doberman showed up on our front porch. My father ran it off because it was growling and acting like it was going to attack..no one knew who it belonged to ..it was not our neighbors (of which we knew them all...people were friendlier like that back then).
Later after that I started seeing what looked like a black cat on the beams (my father was adding to the house and my bedroom was under construction partly with the addition of a closet) of the unfinished closet, walking around. I told my mother who again dismissed it. My brother and I shared a room and I had forgotten all about the experience until he started waking me up saying he saw "black men". I did not know what he meant but he said they stood in the corners watching us all the time. My father (a marine ) would not allow us to have a night light so my brother and I started using a LiteBrite and plugging it in to have some light. Each night my brother woke me up saying he heard or saw them running around under/around the bed and around us in the dark. I figured it was only his imagination and the dark playing tricks but it did make me think about the black cat I saw. Finally my brother got over it about the same time I woke up to it.
My father had finished the closet and I awoke one night to see someone standing in front of it. I could not see them fully just a shadow of someone standing in front of the closet's white door with the help of a little light from an outside street lamp. I closed my eyes and prayed like hell...I didn't open them again but hid under the covers until I fell asleep. Sometime later I was awoken in the middle of the night by what sounded to me like men marching. I heard someone say something like "attention" or something. I thought it was the tv or some war flick my marine father was watching. I opened my eyes and saw writing all over the walls. It looked like gradeschool writings with scary stick figures and symbols. I could barely make them out in the dim light but they were scrawled everywhere. I woke up my brother and flicked on the light but nothing was on the walls or in the room and in fact all the lights were off and no one was awake in the house at all.
The last thing that happened actually happened in the daylight. My brother woke me up early one morning. He said that he was playing with his toys in bed (as we often did when young, until our parents got up) and had dropped his truck in the gap between the headboard and mattress. The truck had gone under the bed. When he looked in the crack (which was about six inches wide) to try to get the truck he said he saw someone under there looking at him. My brother was shaking and nearly to tears. I think the only thing that scared him more than that was the fear of waking my father up early on a Saturday morning. I looked in the crack and saw nothing. There was no one there. I told my brother to go back to sleep and rolled over. I could see in the closet, which even though new in design still had the infamous "always open" door. In the bottom of the closet there was a stack of blankets my mother kept there for storage. I saw the blankets move as if something was under the top one. I also noticed it wasn't folded any longer but bunched up as if someone were curled up underneath it and laying on the rest of them. For some reason the only thing that popped into my head was that it was the black cat. I dunno why, because whatever was under there was much bigger than a cat or dog - it was human size. I got up, creeping towards it slowly. I had made up my mind that I was gonna move those blankets and see what the hell it was once and for all. Brave or stupid, I dunno? When the blankets moved again my brother grabbed me so hard and ran that I actually had big bleeding marks on my arm from his fingernails. He pulled me into my parents room and cried and cried about it...no one believed him or me. I knew to keep my mouth shut.
Fortunately for us the house caught fire shortly afterwards. The cause of the fire was supposedly a plastic chair (of which my brother and I both owned one) had been knocked over on the floor furnace and melted causing the fire. Funny thing is, neither of my parents claimed to have done it and neither me or my brother would get up at all after lights were out, especially alone. My brother had taken to wetting the bed and taking a whipping, to getting up in the dark of night. We moved and I forgot about it for a few years, or tried anyhow.
As I said when I went back the town had a dreamy weird feeling to it. I was glad it was just a short stay. I don't plan on going back.
Jeremy Plaster
jplastinumb@aol.com
Jeremy adds: "I have heard little about this kind of phenomena before, some might say it was spiritual of some kind evoked through the seances and/or oiuja stuff my parents were playing around with. My aunt died in a car crash shortly after the house burned and my mother and father divorced. My father stayed in the town and we moved to another state. My father committed suicide shortly after that and my mother has dealt with poor health ever since..not sure if it is related and I am not a firm believer of the spiritual but it may be related somehow?"
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