Hello My name is Devon and I live in a village outside of Brockville, Ontario. I have this scary story that happened to a friend and myself on Friday January 11, 2008.
See My friend called my house one night and asked if he could come over so I said yes. He told me that he lived about twenty houses away cause he looked at the map.
When I got off the phone with him I went down stairs and told my mom I was going out to see Jacob my friend who had just called. Anyway, so I left my house and headed down the road when I got to the 20th house from mine I didn’t see him so I kept walking. I got to my old public school (Lyn Public School) which is located across from a grave yard.
It was about 6:00 pm and I decided to turn back cause my girlfriend was gonna call me at seven. So I got home and went up stairs and started playing PS2 then my mother called me and told me that Jacob was at the door. So he took off his shoes and I gave him a tour of my house.
Now my house is really, really old, around 200 years old and has a secret room with old rusty shackles even though my mom denies it. So Jack went home then came over then next day on Friday, school was cancelled cause of the apparent freezing rain. But anyway Jacob came over and brought his Camcorder and we taped the secret room and saw the shackles. So we went up stairs into the spare bedroom beside my room. There is a blocked off entrance to the attic that my mom says doesn’t exist.
So Jacob and I opened the closet door and the little door to the blocked off attic and he stuck his camcorder up there. When we looked at the footage after we were done taping it we saw a face looking into the camcorder. The camcorder turned to the right then the left and there was nothing then turned it back to the right and back to the left then we could see a face starting to appear then once more to the right then back to the left and that’s when we saw a face staring right at us.
About a day later I told my sister Allison about it cause that used to be her room before she moved down the hall then my brothers room then he moved into the basement and then it was my other sisters room Miranda before she moved out on her own.
Anyway Allison told me a story about when I was four. I was sleeping in that room and I started screaming “No let me go, don’t touch me, don’t touch me.” She was so scared that she ran into the room, grabbed me, and put me under her arm and took me into my parents bedroom and put me between them. She told them that too many creepy things have happened to her in that room and she didn’t want anything to happen to me.
I have told you all of this story but there are many more about my old house
Written by Devon Duane James Fowler Copyright 2008