After returning home Angie heard some strange footsteps. In front of the attic door was a grey mist hovering in the air, the vague outline of a woman appeared. She watched horror stricken as the mist evaporated into thin air. Angie then flipped on the lights, but a few seconds later they dimmed and went off. She made her way down the stairs and looked towards the bathroom. She noticed something following her every move. She had an eerie feeling she was not alone in her house.
Strange things started happening when Angie moved into Mission Hills. The house they bought looked like the Amityville house with the exact windows facing the front. The house was very dark and cold. The first night they heard the baby carriage rocking but the pin was in the lock position. Angie felt strange right away but her husband said she was just imagining things. He said she was over tired from just having a baby and needed to rest.
Angie tried to rest but woke up ever night at . The razors falling off the shower was her alarm clock.She could never go back to sleep after being scared awake. Each time she would go into the shower and put them back where they belong. At first she thought it was just a coincidence but it couldn’t happen every night at the same time. The air conditioning vent wasn’t near the shower so it couldn’t have been that.
A few months had passed and nothing happen. One night about 2:50 a.m the razors fell off the shower again. Angie was used to the routine and sat up in her bed. She was always startled awake and just sat there a minute. Out of the corner of her eye she sees the bathroom light turn on. She gets out of bed and turns off the bathroom light. Now she is a little freaked out because more things start happening.
She went downstairs and all the lights in the house are on. The house was dark when she went to bed that night and her family was asleep. Could it just be post pardom depression from having a new baby? Was she just hallucinating from no sleep?Angie felt like she was loosing her mind and decided to see a doctor. He gave her some killer sleeping pills that knocked her out for days. The activity in the house only happened when her family was asleep or gone. Was this Entity just after Angie?One morning, after getting the kids off to school the coffee machine turns itself on and starts making a cup of coffee. Two seconds later the fire place comes on by itself.
Maybe there was just an electrical problem in the house turning things on and off? There had to be a logical explanation because there are no ghosts. Strange things weren’t just happening but people were changing. Angie’s son started to withdraw and even drew a blue pentagram on the wall for protection. Angie was confused and thought it was evil so she scrubbed it off the wall. After doing some research she realized it was the good pentagram but wondered why her son would feel the need for protection. After the pentagram was removed really bad things started happening. Was it just a coincidence, or was it protecting them from something evil?
The day it was scrubbed off the wall her husband’s business site went down. No one knew what happened but it took months to repair causing complete bankruptcy.Angie started getting extremely tired and could barely function anymore. Her husband became very violent and started hurting their oldest boy. His world was collapsing around him and he was letting it happen. It was like an Entity had taken over his body. Angie couldn’t figure out why he never saw any of the bizarre things happening in the house.
After returning home she heard some strange footsteps. In front of the attic door was a mist hovering in the air, the vague outline of a woman appeared. She watched horror stricken as the mist evaporated into thin air. Angie then flipped on the lights, but a few seconds later they dimmed and went off. She made her way down the stairs and looked towards the bathroom. She noticed something following her every move. She had an eerie feeling she was not alone in her house.
The bathroom door was closed, but Angie feared the window might be open. She hesitated. A little voice inside her head told her not to open that door. A feeling of dread, almost a sense of immediate danger, swept over her. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention. She could feel the sweat dripping down her cleavage. She slowly took her hand from the door and backed away. As she made her way down the hallway, she looked to the bathroom. The door stood wide open. It had been firmly closed a minute before. Angie knew she wasn't loosing her mind after all. Something was in that house and it wanted her gone...To be continued