I was just 13 at the time, and it was around Christmas. My mother and I were decorating our Christmas tree. We plugged in our radio to play Christmas music. The day was cheery, and fun filled day. My sister came down the stairs screaming with tears rolling down her cheeks. "It touched me! It touched me!" she shouted. My mom's eyes lit up in shock. "What touched you?"
"The Dark Shadow!" my sister yelped.
Since my sister was so terrified, I decided to snoop around up stairs to see this 'Dark Shadow.'When I reached the steps I had a dull feeling. The steps creaked from underneath me. A little robot from my sisters McDonalds meal was roaming around up stairs going in a circle. I picked the toy up from the carpet, then something pushed me. I felt scared, so I picked myself off the ground and ran downstairs. "MOM! There is something up there!" I shouted. "You're kidding Jacey!" my mother replied. "I'm going up there, stay here." My sister and I huddled close on the couch, I mean I was 13 I didn't know what to do. I covered my sisters head, hoping she wouldn't here my mothers screams. "Stay here! If you come up stairs you could be in danger!" I told my sister. I rushed up the stairs to find my mother laying in the hallway with red marks all over her arms, legs, stomach, and even her face. I began to cry, then shouted , "MOM! we are leaving. let's go!!" My mom could hardly stand, but she managed to get us out of the evil house, and to my grandmother's apartment a few blocks down. I pounded on the door, shouting and crying, until my grandfather answered. "Come in!
What happened?"
"Ghosts!"
"No, shadows."
When my mother got cleaned up, we settled in the guest room for the night. I could barely sleep. The next morning we went to the library and searched up history on the house. Comes to find out, a man in his mid 30's passed away the night before Christmas eve. Ever since, every family that get's involved with Christmas in the Jerome House get's tormented.
Sent in by Jacey Mirenna, Copyright 2011
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