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From: Michel Cromwell
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: A true story....
Date: Thu, 16 Mar 1995 08:22:38 -0800
This happened in 1976-77 while I was living in a two bedroom house
in Manhattan Beach, CA with two other friends. No one did drugs or
anything like that so what happened definitely wasn't any kind of
hallucination. Annie, one of my roommates had come by one night and said
that she had a difficult time going into our bathroom, which had doors
leading to it from both bedrooms. She said she felt extremely
uncomfortable. Neither Cindy nor I had ever noticed anything, but then we
spent little time in the house at all since we weren't far from the
beach. Annie suggested we have a seance to see if anything was in the
house.
None of us knew what we were doing, but Annie knew someone who
did and invited them to come to the house on a Friday night. I was
pretty open to it, although extremely skeptical about anything happening,
and so was my other roommate. Anyway, on one Friday night three guys
showed up with Annie, and though I don't remember how we got
everything ready, I do remember that the guy who took the lead,
had us make sure all the windows were closed, we put a towel
against the base of the bathroom window (to make sure there were no
draughts) and then he lit a large candle which he made sure was firmly in
the holder we had provided. He stood and watched if for awhile and then
set it down in the empty/dry bathtub (no shower). We closed both doors
and all went out into the now candle-lit livingroom. He had us all hold
hands and I can't remember what was said other than this man trying to
speak to whoever or whatever might be in the house. He asked for a
confirmation that someone/something was in the bathroom - he wanted the
candle, which was brand new, to be extinquished, and he was trying to
either get this thing out of the bathroom or at least allow it to
leave. I don't remember much else that was said after that.
Nothing seemed to happen for awhile, but then this rather creepy (and
for lack of better words) low inaudible buzzing/humming started. It was
more like it was some kind of low electrical current flowing through all
of us - as if you could hear it and feel it "within" your body and
therefore it also seemed that you were hearing it outside your body as
well. I found it very uncomfortable and wanted to break the connection,
and in particular wanted to let go of my roommate's hand who was sitting
on my left of the sofa. I think others were feeling the same sensations
as I was because it wasn't long after that I started hearing others in
the group whispering and the connection/humming stopped. None of us
felt very comfortable and even our conversation seemed forced. We all were
feeling like something not quite right was happening. Finally, Annie
said in a whisper "look at Cindy" who was my roommate sitting next to
me. I was almost afraid to look at her, but as I turned my head she had
this dead, vacant stare and was looking towards my bedroom (you could
see the bathroom door from where she sat on the sofa. By then I had
dropped her hand and was calling her name. I started to feel a bit
frantic when there was absolutely no response or even slight
blinking of her eyes. She didn't acknowledge hearing any of us.
Suddenly, she bolted off the couch with Annie and I right behind
her. Before she could open the bathroom door the leader of the group
stopped her and then proceeded to open it slowly. There was this cold
air that "wooshed" out of the room and felt as if it went right through
our bodies as we clustered around the open door. As if we'd just let
something/someone out of the room. The candle, to our shock was not
only out, but had been knocked over, candle holder and all! Just from
how it looked we knew there was no way it could have fallen over on its
own, something/someone would have had to lift it and lay it on it's
side.
Then Cindy, who hadn't uttered a word until then said "We finally
let him out." None of us had a clue what she was talking about, and when
asked who "he" was, she had no idea. She said she just knew she had to
get to the door and let "him" out.
I was almost terrified to have these guys leave, since they were
the ones who had sort of unleashed whatever this was on us. There was
no other occurance after that, and for weeks we had no idea who "he"
might be. But then one afternoon as Cindy and I were sitting out on the
steps talking about the seance we saw our paperboy who was about 15 years
old, coming up the street. We thought if anyone might know anything it
could be him. We stopped him and asked him about the house. He told us
that no one had lived in the house for very long since a guy had
overdosed on heroin in the bathroom about six years prior. We both just
knew that we'd let this guy out of the bathroom. I have no idea why or
how he was finally freed from the bathroom, but it wasn't long after this
conversation with the paperboy that we decided to move out of the house.
During our move, someone had made the observation that the numbers on
the house were 1313, and that we were the 13th house from either end of
our block. Not that that seemed any big deal...but it was a bit creepy.
This house was only about a block off of Manhattan Beach Blvd. and I have
no idea if any other events have happened at that same location since we
all moved out and went our separate ways.
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