Evil in The Allen Room

Posted on January 16, 2012

Before I try to explain what happened I need to tell you a little background information. The house was located at the “head of the holler", in other words it was the last house in the hollow.

Behind and around the house there were two pastures and behind those were the hills full of trees. We found several large piles of stones scattered around in the back pasture and thought they were Indian burials (kids right?). Eventually curiosity got the best of me and I started looking into the stone piles. These were large, heavy rocks and the piles were fairly big. I started finding old marble door knobs. I thought they were cool and antique so I began collecting them. This went on for awhile and then one day I found a jet black door knob. All the other door knobs were white or varying shades of white. Although I did not realize it at the time that was where this particular “story" began. Four days of weirdness.

As far as I know I have only sleep walked one time, I didn’t find out about it until the next day. My mother told me that I came walking downstairs and went into the kitchen. She thought I was going for a drink or something but then she heard the back door open. She got up and walked into the kitchen and asked me where I was going. “I have to save Slone!" I yelled. She was confused and asked me what I was talking about. I repeated it and added that Slone was my horse and I had to go save him. She told me that she would take care of my horse and she led me back to my bed. She said she realized I was sleep walking but my eyes were open and I was talking and looking right at her.

The next night I had a very vivid nightmare. I heard people screaming and yelling and when I went to the back door to look outside there was a huge dark silhouette which appeared to be standing behind the hills with its hands resting upon the hilltops. I could see it from about the waist up, it was wearing a wide brimmed hat with a pointed top. My family rushed out of the house and down the hill. I woke up terrified.

The very next night I had another nightmare. This time I was being chased. I was in my bedroom but the bed was in the middle of the room. I couldn’t see what was chasing me except for its eyes. I would look back for a split second and would see those horrible eyes. I was running around the bed in circles with the thing behind me. Every now and then I would make a jump for this window which was at the top of my door (In reality there was no door to my bedroom). Eventually I made it to the window. I strained to pull myself up so I could escape the room and get away from the thing that was after me.

In the meantime my parents downstairs heard a lot of banging noises. My father came upstairs to check on me and I was not in my room! My window was wide open, he looked out and there I was. I had jumped out of the window and dropped three stories onto a pile of chimney bricks. We had been tearing out an old chimney and tossing the bricks and mortar out that window. Dad ran downstairs, outside and picked me up and brought me back into the house. When he came into the house he literally passed out and dropped me. That was when I awoke – completely unharmed and with no idea I had been outside!

On the fourth night I was in bed asleep. A chair flew across the room, slammed into my bed and fell into the floor. This was one of those kid sized fold up aluminum lawn chairs. I am absolutely certain that it was sitting in front of my desk when I went to bed. So the sound woke me up and I raised up and looked around the room. The chair was laying in the floor, folded up by my bed! An instant later I noticed a figure standing in my doorway. It was the same one from the dream of a couple nights before but it was smaller. I could never explain why I became so brave all of a sudden but I jumped out of bed and started kicking at the thing. My first kick hit the door facing but then I kicked the shadowy looking figure and it slowly dissolved and appeared to vanish into the floor. At that time my mother came running in and asked me what was wrong. I replied “It’s in the Allen room!" She said, “What?" I repeated it. She asked me what was the Allen room and after I said “It’s in the Allen room!" maybe 5 or 6 times she grabbed me and shook me and asked again “What is the Allen room?!" By that time I replied to her with a simple “I don’t know."

The next day I was outside and for some reason a thought came into my head as though it were someone or some “thing" else telling me “The black marble door knob." I cannot explain how I came to think that, or hear that thought, but I was convinced that there was something evil associated with that piece of marble. I went to my room and got it. I took it up into the hills and I threw it as far as I could. I heard it crashing and tumbling through the dried leaves. The nightmares stopped and I never walked in my sleep again. All this happened over 30 years ago but I remember it very clearly. For a long time I asked around and no one I talked to had ever known anyone named Allen who had lived there. But I did learn that where those rock piles were there use to be some houses, but that had been several decades before we moved there.

Written by David Slone, Copyright 2012

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21 Responses to “Evil in The Allen Room”
  1. AngelSprite says:

    Interesting story. Amazing you weren’t hurt when you dropped to the bricks. What age were you?

    • Caretaker says:

      Hey AngelSprite – I was around 12 years old when this happened.

      After writing this I spent quite some time searching online for pictures of old marble door knobs but I couldn’t find any that were even similar to the ones I found there. That really surprised me and I sure wish I still had all those (except for the black one of course).

  2. Angela Sangster says:

    It makes you wonder if it was someone who had lived in those houses…angry because their home had been torn down and left in a pile of rubble. If the person wasn’t a good human being in life…maybe the spirit wasn’t very friendly either. Just specualtion…I don’t know what happened, but I know I believe you. I’ve had too many unbelievable things happen myself. I don’t blame you for getting rid of that black doorknob…sometimes you just KNOW something is negative…and I would have thrown it far from me as well! Thanks for sharing this…you write very well!

    • Caretaker says:

      Angela – I dont know how many houses there were back there but there were several. This was a coal camp which meant that the entire ‘town’ was built around a coal mine operation. In the 1920s through the 1950s the coal mining boomed but after that it began to ‘play out’. Anyway, all those houses were built for use as quarters for the miners.

  3. K2M says:

    Hi CT, what an interesting story. All of that must have been terrifying for a boy of 12 years old!!!

    • Caretaker says:

      Georgia O’connor ( See her site at Meet The Medium http://www.thespiritmessengeronline.com ) provided me with some very interesting information about this incident.

      One thing that she said was that the door knobs did not originate where I found them but instead they came from 10 or 15 miles away. She felt that they had been stolen from a large affluent household by whomever had brought them to the place where I had found them.

      That really made a lot of sense and I was very surprised that I had not thought of that myself. The houses that were once where the rock piles were, were built by the coal company to house workers. It really wouldnt make sense for them to put nice expensive marble door knobs on those type of houses.

      I was also told about a lot of other details that I won’t go into at the moment. I just wanted to share with y’all this info regarding the door knobs.

  4. Stacey Wright says:

    Wow, enjoyed the read! It does make sense that the knobs came from somewhere else, if this was just a camp, but, I wonder if the person who’d stolen them had the same experiences as you, and figured that it was the knobs, and found a place to bury them so nobody else would be inflicted with the same thing. Maybe the house it came from was haunted by an evil entity, and for some reason attached itself to the knobs, maybe? Like, the knob came from the room of the original owners, what they referred to as the “Allen room”. I hope nobody else found the interesting knobs, took them home, and experienced the same thing. The jumping from the window, *shivers*, it’s a miracle you weren’t injured, I mean, truly a miracle! So, did you check your horse out the next day? It’s interesting that you were concerned for some reason, wonder if he get stressed that night. About the sleepwalking, I’m a sleepwalker/talker, always have been. You’d never know I was really asleep unless I start rambling about something that doesn’t make sense to anyone else. I can carry on a full-blown conversation, it’s just when I have to think that I start waking up. Yeah, I hear the stories all the time, quite a source of entertainment it appears.

    • Caretaker says:

      Hey Stacey – Well, these types of places were caled camps “coal camps” but they were made up of houses so the people weren’t actually camping. We did have a couple of horses and ponies at the time, but nothing was wrong with any of them. Thanks for your comment.

  5. Gregory Brown says:


    I am speculating a bit now. I have to follow the thought before it is gone.

    As I read your story, up to the part of disposing of the Black door knob. I was asking myself why would someone do this(stealing and hiding the door knobs)? I had the idea that these door knobs could have come from a different house, could be more than 150 years old or older. As a child, I’ve seen the kind of knobs you described.

    The Allen room may no longer exist, but that doesn’t mean it never did.

    Think about what kind of mansions/large buildings have rooms that are named. I’ve seen this sort of thing in old, large, historical buildings…, presently some Law Firms still do this sort of thing. As for the motivation to steal and conceal, the person(s) could have had a grudge, like a disgruntled client. People sometimes do odd things just to “get even.” Today, someone might key your nice car to destroy the paint job. A little antagonism, and hate can go a long way, if one gives in to it. That is my guesstimate!

  6. Dustin Hammonds says:

    I remember Mom telling me about this, called it a “cursed doorknob”. Good to hear more details, very interesting.

    • Caretaker says:

      Hey Dustin, it was definitely a strange experience. I actually received a message from a psychic about all of this stuff. Georgia O’Connor from http://www.thespiritmessengeronline.com I have never put much “faith” into professed psychics but this person seems genuine. Oh, and I didn’t really seek out information from her it just sort of came about.

      She talked about how the door knob did not come from where I found it. It had been stolen from another house. The original owner was wealthy and powerful but he was very possessive and his possessions meant a great deal to him. Perhaps he grew up very poor. Anyway I thought about this and it made sense. I had not thought of it before but the door knob did look like it came from a “fancy” house and not just a coal camp house. The section of coal camp houses at the head of that “holler” were inhabited by very poor people. Elkhorn Coal Company owned the houses and took the money for that out of the miners’ pay.

      Georgia also said that the spirit was not trying to harm or even scare me in any way but that my fear and misunderstanding were what caused the negativity. She said that I am very open to this sort of thing and the spirit knew that but didn’t know the proper way to go about contact.

      I like Georgia and her husband Dennis seems really cool. I thought it was really interesting and I did get the feeling that Georgia did know something about what had happened.

  7. Jean Gray says:

    I’m curious about one thing, did you check into the history of the affluent in that area during that time period or just prior to it? Perhaps the door knob belonged on the room of this “Allen” or the family name is Allen? Certain types of stones are known for holding “energies” like little memory banks. I don’t want to sound all flakey, but I have been collecting stones since I was a kid. The theory behind why a lot of places are haunted swirl around water and the mineral content of certain rock formations, or bricks. In this case it could very well be a marble door knob. Seems there was a story there that someone wanted told or known.

  8. Jean Gray says:

    I know when I was a kid in Nebraska, it was a common thing for people to remove the door knobs in houses that were vacant or falling into disrepair. They favored the cut glass knobs, which were common. When you said marble, especially black marble for a door knob, that did seem strange. I believe black was even more costly, but I could be mistaken. Depending on the era it was used, its also very likely it could have come from a home not so nearby, but it would really be interesting to dig back through the history of the area.

    • Caretaker says:

      Jean – this all happened in a VERY rural area. There is very little information available about this area in the early days. But the only affluent anywhere near would be the actual owners of the coal company and their higher level employees and associates. What happened, basically, was Elkhorn Coal Company found out that the area was rich in coal so they came in with trucks and tractors and labor and built a coal tipple, laid railroad tracks, and started cutting into the mountains. For labor they brought people from other areas as well as hiring on the local folk (which were few and far between in those days). They built houses for these people to live in. Typically all of the houses were identical and lined up closely in rows. By the 1970s coal mining wasnt quite as important as it once was but it was still vital to the areas economy. Today most of the railroad tracks have been taken up, the coal tipple is gone and people work various jobs. The coal mines are still in operation in other areas but not where this happened.

      I found lots of old marble door knobs while living there but I only ever found the one that black.

  9. Tharon Sue Murphy Robinson says:

    I remember this house. They found a trunk of a body not far from this house and could never identify the person it belonged to. All I know is we never wanted to be near that house or the surrounding area after dark. I do really believe that it’s the land that the house is on is the problem. Something must have been disturbed when the houses started being built up in the holler. Who know what remains could be there or anywhere in these Eastern Kentucky old Coal Camps. But, as I said I remember this house really well.

  10. cez says:

    Hey Caretaker, just wondering have you ever been back to the property of your old house? You said It got burned down. Just wondering if you did go back, do you think you’d feel a presence of some sort? Also i thought of something that would be crazy hah. Going back to where you threw the black door knob.. And searching for it….and finding it!!! Wonder if you would have those dark weird experiences again! Makes a interesting thought! Thanks for the good post and providing pictures.. House gives me chills. Makes it easier to relate to story.

    • Caretaker says:

      The events I described took place in the early 1970s :) I havent been to the old place in many years. The last time I was there the house was still standing but in very bad shape. Later I heard that someone had purchased the property and were working to clean up the brush and weeds when a fire got out of control and the house burned down.

  11. kendy says:

    Caretaker, that was a really intresting story. thank you for sharing! It sounds like the psychic who told you about the doorknob might kno a bit about what happened. This is just me, but im a little wary about paychic readings, not b/c of the person who gives the reading, but b/c i wonder about from whom or what gave the psychic the information. I think there are many spirits out there, both good and bad. This is just my belief, but i feel that some of the more malevolent spirits might seek to take advantage of psychics in paticular to try and deceive others into messing with the spirit world, but who knows? I would very much like to hear your opinion on this Caretaker. Thank you again for sharing this story. Best regards, Kendy

  12. Jennifer Mills - Young says:

    I can so relate to this, in being visited at night and being so confused by what adults termed dream terrors bur felt very real to me! I had a black thing that went after me in bed, it came from the watdrobe and was a reocurring night mare according to my mother – hey I’m 49 years old and can still re-count these dreams vividly! It was always the same and seemed very real but I would get so scared and paralysed with fear when ever it happened until I ‘ woke up’ when my mum came in because I’d be whimpering or screaming, when I could manage to make a sound. Like you, one night I got brave and got angry, the whole routine was getting a bit old and I was mad! and instead of freezing in terror I also attacked it and started kicking and punching and at the first punch it melted……………never to return.

  13. pokemontrainer says:

    i really like this story, interesting and creepy :0

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