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I’ve never told this to no one before. When I was 23, I took a trip to the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with my cousin Brandon, his wife Tanya , his 5 year old son Andrew, and his mother-in-law Joyce. Joyce is from the smokies just like my momma. Well anyways Joyce had a friend in the reality business who was trying to sell an old country club house from the 30s , that was turned into a bed and breakfast. And offered all of us a once in a lifetime opportunity to come stay with them there. It was free and I wanted to get away for a while so obviously I went. And I regret it.
I remember it had a very long old gravel driveway, took like 5 minutes to go up it. There are so many trees that it blocked out the sun. And there was this subtle mist that just lingered everywhere even though it was in the afternoon. When finally got there, Joyce’s friend and her husband where waiting for us in front of this huge old two story House. Looked liked it had 40 rooms it. For the life of me I don’t remember Joyce’s friend’s name. Doesn’t matter, we all only stayed there for one night. Not even the whole night.
When we first went in through the lobby Tanya’s son Andrew was throwing a big old fit, crying and screaming. He kept saying he didn’t want to be here over and over. I wish we all have had paid close attention to that. We had no clue what we were getting ourselves into.
They showed us our rooms, we all stayed on the first floor. Everything was made out of wood, you could smell it. It had very old smell to it, kinda moldy. We all had our own room , the rooms were about the size of a master bathroom with their own bathrooms. The one thing I remember most about the room was this old TV that sat on top of the dresser. It had a dial on the front to change channels. Thought that was cool cause it felt nostalgic. I ended up hating that TV. Probably the reason why I don’t watch TV that much.
I was tired from the long trip there, and I just wanted to take a nap before supper. Joyce and her friend said they were going to make supper for us, so I figured I had a couple hours to sleep. I remember turning on the TV and every channel was nothing but static except for one. It was an old TV show, never seen it before, it was in black and white. Don’t know if was the TV or the show. But I left it on thought some background noise would help me fall asleep faster.
As I laid there trying to fall asleep, I had this overwhelming feeling of panic completely take of me. It felt like there was someone in the room with me. It felt like whatever it was , was just standing there in the middle of the room. Staring at me. I couldn’t look over because I was so scared. I could just feel it. I really don’t know how to explain it. I couldn’t call out to no one or move because I was so afraid it would move and then I would have to look. I laid there for an hour with my eyes closed not moving. Felt like forever.
I have never been so happy to see another person in my life until Joyce came through the door to come get me for supper.
When I looked around the room after she came in, there was nobody there. I just thought maybe I was just having a panic attack, never had one before. So I really didn’t know what they feel like. I didn’t want to tell no one what happened because I didn’t want to look like a coward. Pride before the fall, right?
Well we all gathered in the dining room to eat. It felt like nighttime because it was so dark. The dining room was right next to the kitchen only thing that dividing the kitchen from the dining room was a 4foot wall with a little wooden railing on top. The railing had like brass paint on it . I only noticed the paint because the dining room didn’t have lights. So we had to eat by candlelight. I could see the brass twinkle in the candlelight. That’s how it caught my attention.
Here’s the part where I hope nobody has to experience. Ever.
Half way through our meal, I started to get that feeling again. Where there’s someone in the room with us but I can’t see them. I thought it would be best not to say anything, but I was wrong.
Everybody was real quiet all of sudden. Felt like 15 minutes of silence. I started to notice everybody was looking at each other. Like there’s something wrong. But they weren’t moving their heads just their eyes. It’s like we all feeling the same thing. Fear. I will never forget the sound I heard that soon followed after that.
I heard this very high pitched scream coming from the end of the hallway where my room was at. The scream never stopped. It just kept getting closer and closer. None of us moved. I couldn’t move. It felt like I lost complete control of my body. Like I was being held down. The screaming just kept getting closer and closer until it was right behind me and just stopped. Just complete silence. I could feel as if someone standing behind me. I was so scared and I couldn’t stop shaking.
None of us moved. We were desperately looking into each other’s eyes for help. We all just started crying uncontrollably. I felt hopeless. I have never been so scared in my life. I just wanted to end. I wanted to go home. I just kept thinking this can’t be real. This can’t be real. And then I heard speak, it whispered in my ear only one word “you”. So the only thing I could do to shut it out of mind was to focus on the brass paint on the handrail. That’s all I could think of, I don’t know why.
And just like that, it was gone. It felt like a huge amount of weight was taken off my body and I could move my body again. We all didn’t say anything, we just grabbed our stuff and got out of there as fast as we could. Went straight back home, hardly saying a single word to one another.
To this day we haven’t spoken to each other. It’s like we all just want to forget it happened. And by seeing each other it just reminds us of what happened that day.
Sometimes I relive it my dreams. I have a hard time sleeping l. And I’m terrified to be alone. I don’t tell no one that I am. Every day I think about that one word. What does it mean? I have this terrible feeling that one day, I will find out.

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