My family has an interesting history. We have had so many strange occurrences that, starting in the mid 80′s, we have been documenting them and putting them in filing cabinets. I might add some more of those stories on here and I’ll start with this one since it’s the latest one but by far not the strangest.
My uncle and his family moved into a new home roughly 6 months ago. Almost immediately, within a couple days, they started noticing a thick liquid dripping down the walls. It was semi clear with a white tint and very thick like corn syrup or shampoo. It wouldn’t seep out of every crack and crevice like the blood in the Amityville Horror but it would appear here and there occasionally like in a patch in the middle of the wall or drip down from above the suspended ceiling in the cellar which they have converted into a living room.
It would also appear in strange places like dripping out of electrical sockets and even coming out of an old VHS video player they never threw away. They’ve also found it in thick streams going across the floor in a straight line like the floor was at an angle and it was pouring down. One very strange thing about this stuff was that when my aunt would try to wash it off, she would obviously use a wet sponge and as soon the water touched it, the slime would turn red. I’d like to say it turned into blood but I don’t want to jump to conclusions.
After a couple months of this happening my uncle got sick of it and cut a 2 ft by 2 ft hole in the living room wall where the slime had been the night before hoping to find an explanation. He found nothing, the drywall on the other side was dry, so about a month from there and still having this slime mysteriously appear on his walls he came up with a plan. We have a rather large family so he invited everybody over for what we jokingly called a demolition party.
Everybody came over his house with their tools and we tore apart every wall we could in the house, all the teens and adults tore down the walls while the younger cousins picked up the debris and threw it in a pile in the garage. For lunch we had a barbecue out on the covered deck then we went right back to demolishing. We didn’t find any explanation for this strange goo. My uncle was at least hoping it was somehow caused by the old drywall so hopefully it would stop. We put up new drywall and we surprisingly did all of this in one day and apparently my uncle was right because the slime disappeared but it wasn’t over.
The slime disappeared but more stranger things started occurring. Objects started disappearing, I don’t just mean you would put down your keys and not be able to find them the next morning, I mean you’d be drinking a mug of coffee, put it down to get the news paper, turn back around to find the mug missing. That fast.
Whenever you were in the house for any lengthy period of time you would get the overwhelming feeling that you were being watched. I don’t know if anybody has ever felt that but it’s enough to give you the urge to run out of the house. This was when my uncles family came to the conclusion that their house was haunted.
One time I visited to see my uncles new big screen TV they just set up in the living room/cellar. He was actually still setting it up when I arrived and he asked me to sit in front of the TV to see if the signal was coming in while he was still behind it playing with wires. I sat down in his chair and stared at the screen while he fiddled behind it, when all of a sudden I saw a thick column of black mist fall through the ceiling tiles, not between the seams but pass through the tiles (like a ghost) and as soon as it hit the floor it disappeared. It was so thick it reminded me of ink dripping into water. I sat in shock for a second just staring at the spot. My uncle stepped out from behind the TV jumping me out of my shock. I asked him if he saw that and he said no and then it happened again right next to him, scaring the hell out of him making him jump a mile.
Then, a couple weeks later, one of the freakiest things happened. One of my younger cousins had to sleep over there because her parents were going on a trip to Mexico. After spending one night in the guest room they set up for her, she started sleeping on the couch for the rest of the stay there. When they asked her why she wouldn’t sleep in the guest room she answered “because the zombie keeps talking to me.”
The house was built some time in the 70′s and they know that at least 2 people died in the house, my cousin (the mentioned uncles son) heard from some friends at his school that at least one of those deaths was a murder. We aren’t jumping to conclusions about that because we’ve only heard that from a group of 14 year olds. You might say they need to contact a priest but they actually like it (including their son incase you were wondering). To them it’s a nice conversation piece. They just make sure to warn visitors and to have no more children sleep over.
If you would like to hear more of my families strange stories please comment.
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