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It was fall of 2015 and I was 14 years old. I've always stayed up late late on the weekends where the sun started to rise and and you could hear the early morning birds. I was usually up playing whatever video game I was into at the time or watching anime. One night I decided to watch one of my favorite movies to date, Spirited Away. It must have been about 3:30 or 4:00am at this point when I heard a crash outside the front of the house. It sounded metallic, like some kind of crunching and breaking of what I thought could be our satellite dish hitting the pavement of our driveway. It scared me at first, but I blew it off and figured I would just let my dad know in the morning when he woke up for work. There was no reason to bother him now about it, not like it was an emergency or anything. Since I didn't even watch cable, I resumed watching the movie. We lived in the outskirts of town, surrounded by forest. There was about a quarter mile on either side of us before we reached the neighbor's property. We lived on a hill where the road curved around the grass that lined our front yard. It was sharp enough that you couldn't see if anything was coming. While pulling out of your driveway, you had to roll the windows down and listen for any approaching cars. Across the street from us was a golf course, and a bit farther than that was a local zoo. So you can imagine there is not a lot of light or people around at night. 10 minutes or so had passed since I heard the satellite fall. When I started to hear what I thought was faint screaming from outside, I could feel my ears getting hot and my heart starting to race. I paused the movie and sat quietly listening. Another one. I tried to believe it could have been some kind of animal out there, but it was definitely the scream from another human being. I got up and just stared at the curtains that covered the window in our living room, too afraid to pull them back and look outside. The screaming continued. A woman. My mind jumped to the first horrific thing I could think of. Someone is getting murdered in the woods outside of our house. Still being weary about the situation, I woke up my older brother first and told him what I had heard. I must not have seemed frightened enough because all he did was shuffle in his bed and say with a groggy voice, it's probably a monkey or something that escaped from the zoo. It happens with him. Being around four years older than me, I decided to try to believe that. I went back out into the living room. The screaming was too surreal for me to ignore. It was blood curdling. All I could do was stand there frozen with fear, listening to it wail on faintly from outside. I wasn't sure what could be happening out there anymore. This had been going on for what felt like 10 or 15 minutes by now. If someone was getting killed in the woods in front of my house, I thought it would be over by now. With almost perfect timing. As I'm standing there frozen, hair standing up on all ends and eyes wide, there was a knocking on our front door just a few feet away from me. They're coming for us. Without even thinking, I bolted into my parents bedroom down the hall. Dad, someone's knocking on the door. It looked like some sort of force had pushed my father out of his bed. He sprung into action. He it took him all of about five seconds to get up, get to the closet and pull out a weapon. He motioned for me to stay behind him as he crept out from the hallway to the living room. With his back against the door and weapon in hand, he slowly turned the knob and opened the door to reveal a small child. This kid had to be about 7 years old, with cuts on his face and arms. My mom needs help, he said to us. My father opened the door all the way to reveal that down the hill a van had crashed head on to the tree across the street. The screaming was coming from the mother behind the wheel. Now that I could hear it fully, she had been screaming for help. He told the kid to hold on for a second while he went to throw on some clothes. By this point my mom and brother were awake and standing next to me. My father told us to stay while he went down to check out the situation. If anything really serious or gruesome was down there, he did not want any of us to see it. We took the kid in, wrapped a blanket around him and got him some water. We put cartoons on the TV and tried anything we could to distract him. My father later told us there was the mother, a toddler and an infant also in the vehicle. The toddler was completely fine and the baby had been flipped out of its car seat and was sitting on the floor of the backseat. It had its arm curled up to its body, holding it and crying. It must have broken something. The mother, on the other hand, was crushed in between the seat and the steering wheel. She went on yelling that she couldn't feel her legs and begged my father to look and see if he could see anything. He took a deep breath, pulled out his phone flashlight and tried to look down at her legs. They could have been torn up, mangled or even severed from her body for all he knew. But he couldn't see anything. The front of the car was pushed in so far that he couldn't even see past the steering wheel. The woman was small, maybe £100 or so, and that is what saved her life. Had she been any bigger, the 55 mile per hour impact would have killed her instantly. She said she had fallen asleep at the wheel on the way home from her parents house. Once the police and paramedics arrived, we gave the kid back to them and watched from our driveway. They pulled out the jaws of life to cut away the pieces of the car in order to get to her. It took about 45 minutes to get her out of what used to be her suv. The impact of the crash combined with shredding the thing apart, it hardly looked at all like a vehicle anymore. It was too far away and too dark out for me to make out most of what was happening. I don't remember them pulling her out, which is probably a good thing. I can't imagine what her legs must have looked like Everyone was put into the ambulance and headed to the hospital. My family and I stayed awake for a few hours after that, still shaken up from what had just happened. I'm 22 now and I still think about that night a few times a year. I don't think I'll ever forget the screams of pure pain and fear that I heard that night. I was 19 or 20 when we finally found a place to rent in the same neighborhood as my family. At the time, I was six months pregnant. Pregnant with my son getting situated in the house and the start of a new era. Becoming a mother. And if you are wondering, no, his father was not involved this time. So it was just me and my family for some imagery. The house was a one story three bedroom house with a den that later became my aunt's bedroom. The living room was very open and connected to a kitchen with a sliding glass door that complemented the backyard amazingly. We had a nice patch of grass surrounded in rocks. Compared to Hawaii, the house was actually very nice for the price we had gotten it at. Given the cost of living is significantly lower than it is in Hawaii. My mother let me stay in the master bedroom with its own bathroom, which was convenient for me since I constantly needed to pee every 10 seconds. When you opened my bedroom door, it led straight straight down a hallway that led to the laundry room. Staring down the hall always gave me an eerie feeling like someone could be in the room at the end of the hall just looking back at me and I would never know. When my son was around three months old, I started experiencing weird things. At first it was my door randomly slamming on its own, which inevitably ended up being just the AC turning on and off. Then it was the creaky noises that could faintly sound like footsteps coming from the attic. I told myself it was just a creaky house making a racket, nothing to worry about, right? But things started to get creepier. For a few nights I began having these vivid nightmares that would creep me out, but I would ultimately forget about them later on in the day as I needed to tend to my child and tidy my room constantly. Then came the sleep paralysis that would occur two times in the same month. The first time I experienced it in that house, it was your standard sleep paralysis. Not being able to move and just listen and be in my thoughts, looking around the room, waiting for it to end. The second time was was much more sinister and it shook me to my core. It's not uncommon to have hallucinations when under paralysis, but what I saw shook me up. For years to come. I was laying there in my room. My LED light was on red since it's the darkest color to have on, that emits enough light for me to get out of bed and make my way around the room without hurting myself or accidentally tripping over anything. Especially if my baby wakes up in the middle of the night and I need to tend to him. Looking around the red lit room, I was put on edge and felt a deep eerie sensation that I wasn't alone and something was watching me. I looked over to the right side of the room where my bathroom door was, not being able to turn my head but just look with my eyes. My bed was right beside that bedroom door, three to four feet from the side of my bed and what I saw sent a chill down my spine. The bathroom door was open, ajar with something. Standing in front of was very tall, wide shoulders and a slim body, its pale face and deep black eyes that stared right into mine. It was wearing some kind of collared jacket or hood of some sort in all black, rugged and ripped in complete and utter disbelief. I tried to close my eyes and open them again, but I couldn't take my eyes away. There it was, so close to me, just staring. I could hear the faint sounds of my cousin Tate playing some kind of video game in the living room, talking into his headset, which made the situation feel so real. The figure started to push the door more open into the bathroom, its hands slowly moving, revealing the long pointed fingernails as if it was getting ready to make a move and come towards me. But then I snapped out of it and woke up. Jumping up from my position I stumbled, stared at the bathroom until I got the courage to make my way over to it and turned the lights on. Nothing after that I kept my bathroom door shut. Every night before I slept I kept it to myself since I just didn't see the point of talking about it. I shook it off and tried to rationalize it as my mind just making things up. After that I began to experience a few unusual things. One night I was taking a shower and started to hear whispers, faint chatter of many different voices, none of which I could recognize or understand what was being said. It sounded as if I was standing in a crowded room and everyone was talking all at once in a low volume. I called out to my mom and brother thinking maybe they came into my room and were conversing with other each each other. The voices stopped abruptly and no answer back. I thought to myself well that was strange and continued to shower. Slowly the voices came back and grew louder and louder and louder until something whispered Safari right into my ear. I turned off the water and jumped out of the shower, running into my bedroom with water dripping down onto the carpet. My room was empty. All I could do was stand there frozen and stare at the bathroom once again. After I got dressed and made my way around the house to find it practically empty. Only my brother was there and I asked if he had called out to me or was on the phone. Puzzled, he shook his head no and asked why. Why? I responded that I must have been hearing things. A few days later, my cousin and I decided to have a few drinks and hang out in my room, sharing old stories about our childhood. My cousin began telling me the story of the time that we all lived in a haunted house in Virginia. At the time I was too young and wanted to be told all the details of things that happened, but I can save that story for another day. Then I remembered when I had sleep paralysis and began to tell my cousin about my experience. But before I could describe what I saw, my cousin cut me off and asked, did it have a white face? I looked at my cousin in shock and asked him, how did you know that? To which he casually replied, because I see it all the time. Where? In the backyard, he replied, why do you think I stopped smoking outside and moved to the garage? He joked. I asked him to describe to me what it looked like and he said that it wore some kind of black dress as he put it. I asked him if it had a hood or collar of some sort and he thought to himself and shook his head yes. It was strange that we had both seen something similar. I couldn't really make sense of it. Intoxicated and quite interested, I started to believe that maybe we were both seeing the exact same thing. Something was in our backyard. This next part is quite interesting and I still think about it from time to time. At some point my mom came up to me and asked me how I felt about this new house. I told her I liked it and how open and spacious it was since we had so many things that we own and didn't have a place to put it in previous homes we lived in. Then she crossed her arms and moved closer to me and asked, have you experienced anything strange? Alarmed and relieved, I started to experience explained to her what I had told Tate weeks before. When I began to describe what I saw, my mother's eyes widened in complete fear as she put her hands over her mouth and muttered, shut up. She told me that the night before my brother had sleep paralysis and saw the exact same thing standing at the foot of his bed watching him sleep as we talked amongst ourselves. I guess my uncle heard what we were talking about and came out of his room to tell us that he had also had sleep paralysis and had seen something flying around his room in a black gown ordering him to leave. It is clear that nobody had told anyone about their experiences and yet we were all seeing the same thing.