It was 3:23 a.m. and Theodore’s eyelids swung open. He was awoken by the sensation that something evil was in the room. He froze with terror as he peered up at the ceiling, refusing to survey his room that was now mired in the fog of early morning darkness.
“I had this eerie sensation that I was not alone. I squeamishly removed my gaze from the ceiling to glance down and across the room, fully expecting to see something I had hoped was not there. But it was,” explained Theodore.
Theodore now in his mother’s house, which was just thirty miles from the Guilford house, found himself face-to-face with some sort of unknown dark entity.
“Floating just across the room was this black figure, blacker than the dark of the room, with empty eyes just peering down on me. As soon as it knew I saw it, that dark menace headed straight for me with a speed that seemed faster than light.”
Theodore let out a blood curdling scream, flung the bed sheets off his quivering body and raced for the bedroom door at breakneck speed. And in a moment not too soon, he reached the door, flicking the room light on.
“My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it thumping in my chest. I quickly turned to see if it was still there but it was gone, along with that heavy feeling that I was not alone. I wasn’t sure what to make of it so I passed it off as just another nightmare.”
But what Theodore didn’t know at the time was that this was just a beginning of a long barrage of night terrors, visions and apparitions that would haunt him throughout his life. And worse, the cause of them may be originating from the Guilford house.
“It seemed to me that almost every other night or so I was having these bad nightmares, each with a similar theme: It would be after 3 a.m., I’d awaken to the sense that something evil was in the room and it was always out to get me. This horrifying charade would typically end with me screaming my lungs out while trying to escape, waking everyone up in the house in the process.”
A few years later, after many restless nights, Theodore had an insight. Something he had overlooked and not thought about before.
“It dawned on me one day that I had never remembered what it was I was dreaming about in my nightmare. Was it a recurring bad dream? Were there clues in them that would help me understand what was happening to me? I decided to find out.”
Theodore had read somewhere that if you told yourself, over and over again, just prior to going to sleep, to remember your dreams in the morning, you would. It seemed too good to pass up so he tried. And what he remembered was startling.
“I drifted off to sleep one night and suddenly found myself standing outside the Guilford house. It beckoned for me to come in. In fact, the house demanded it and I could feel myself being pulled in. The thing is, I didn’t want to go in. Something really bad was in there. I struggled fiercely and just as I was being sucked in, I woke up screaming. And it was in this moment that I began to connect the dots.”
Theodore just now realized that these years of night suffering may be related to the Guilford house. He was now in his twenties and had long forgotten about that house. But it was now first and foremost in his mind.
“Could this house be the reason behind all this? I was taken aback. I had left that house behind many years ago and no longer gave it much thought. I have always believed that once you left a haunted house, that was that. It appears I was wrong.”
Theodore, before bed the next night, prepared his mind to remember his dreams for the next day. This time however, he asked that a question be answered: Why is the house still haunting him.
“I wanted to know what is the deal with this house. I had to find out if this house is indeed connected to my night issues and why.”
That night he found himself inside the Guilford house. He could see two wrinkly older ladies, who appeared to be sisters, living there. But something was wrong. Something very, very wrong.
Someone was sick.
“I remember feeling this overwhelming amount of pain, sorrow and despair. It permeated my whole being and was so overpowering it was debilitating. One of them was suffering. I think she had cancer. Her pain was so thick and on a scale that I had never felt before. The whole house was drenched in her pain.”
Theodore also noticed she was bedridden up in that small attic room. The very one he spent two years in as a teen.
“I couldn’t believe it. Could her spirit be the one haunting that house? Could she be the one behind those footsteps I heard every night? Is she the one I sensed watching me each night in that attic before bed?”
Theodore was excited. Now he needed to know if the two sisters had indeed existed and lived in that house. He went and told his step-mother about his dream. She was shocked.
“She looked at me amazed. She said she had learned from old papers they found under some old wooden boards in the attic, that two sisters had lived there in the past. How could I have possibly known?”
Theodore was starting to believe that the culprit behind all his tortuous nights may have been the spirit of that poor old lady, who suffered a god-awful painful death in the Guilford house. She must of somehow attached to him while he was there, following him since.
“I felt relief. It was finally over. I thought this knowledge would solve my dilemma. Perhaps now I could go on living my life without being oppressed with nightmares and dark entities.
“A few months later I awoke one night and just above the center of my body to the right was a head. A floating purple head. It was just hovering there glaring straight down at me. And once again, as soon as this thing saw me look at it, it went straight for my face.”
In what can be best described as poorly defined epileptic movements, Theodore heaved himself out of bed as he made another infamous sprint to the door. To Theodore’s disgust, the Guilford house was back.
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.