Moving is a breeze when you are fifteen years old and you own very little, especially when it’s just a floor above. That was Theodore’s current status when he finally got the okay from his parents to inhabit the room up in the attic. And what can be more important to a teen than privacy and space.
That small pocket of paradise on the top floor offered him that, and unfortunately for poor Theodore: A lot more.
It was 1981, and he finally had his own flat. It was a small chamber by most standards but it was his. He had a bed, some posters and a bureau for his clothes. And more importantly, the dwelling was all his. In fact, so was the entire attic floor, or so he thought. This, in and of itself, was worth the possibility that something else may already lurk up there.
“I loved bunking with my younger brother but the time had come for me to have my own arena. Although the bells and whistles would go off inside me every time I approached that attic door, I quickly mastered the technique to force those harrowing gut reactions aside and just go up. In other words, it was time to suck it up princess and be a man. That’s how bad I wanted my own room,” said Theodore.
There were two places in the attic that concerned him the most.
“I never felt right just being up in that attic. But that feeling went into overdrive whenever I looked down the attic eave to the right of my room. It was used to store things by my parents but something about it was off. There was a light bulb and socket with a small chain hanging down to turn it on and off. Something about that space drove my insides crazy. Whenever I braved to look down it, I felt like something was in there.”
But that wasn’t the worst of it. The north side of Theodore’s room contained a waist-high entryway with a small door that led to another room. One could not stand up in it but you could sit comfortably inside and could explore it by crawling. The odd shaped window to the east side made it just a bit creepier.
“Nothing made the hairs on my skin stand up more than that tiny room. Just looking at would send my senses reeling. One day I crawled inside and I immediately started to have a distressing feeling that something was wrong. The sensation that something horrible happened in here was spine-tingling. I felt the insatiable urge to just get out!”
And so Theodore did just that. He got out and stayed out.
It didn’t take long for Theodore’s unknown roommate to make its presence known.
“The very first night I was in that room something decided to let me know I was not alone. It was late at night and I was facing my bed and window to the east, with the door to my room about six feet behind me. I was undressing and getting ready to put my pajamas on when suddenly every hair on my body stood up. Electrical sensations began to surge throughout my body.”
Pulsing violently throughout, Theodore felt like he was on fire. Something was behind Theodore. Perhaps something sinister.
“I didn’t even have to turn to know something was standing in the doorway. The fear was overpowering. I felt trapped. There was nowhere to run. So I decided, with bated breath, to turn and see my aggressor.”
Theodore slowly turned to his left with his head leading the way.
“In the doorway was the outline of a dark figure. I couldn’t see its face or if it was wearing anything. It was just pure darkness. Darker than dark if that’s possible. It just stood there for what seemed like forever, looking at me, piercing through every inch of my being.”
In that instance, Theodore was frozen in position. Head cocked to the left and body partially turned. His eyes fixated on something supernatural. The fight or flight response in his body was at a standoff. He couldn’t move. No part of him was available to him.
“Inside I was screaming but all I could do was stare with terrified eyes and an open jaw at this dark outline of something I had never seen before. Was this the source of all those footsteps I would hear at night down in my old room? Was this the thing that held me down that one morning? And more importantly, what is this thing going to do to me now?”
Theodore finally managed a yelp but it was as loud as the wings of a butterfly flapping in the middle of a F5 tornado.
“And just as I did that, it was gone. The electrical sensations suddenly stopped and I could move. It was no longer there. The heaviness that had overcome me had lifted. I quickly put my pajamas on and hopped into bed, covering my head with a sheet, still not wanting to believe what had just happened.”
Theodore was terrified but soon the denial won the war in his head, allowing him to slip resistantly off to sleep. He left the light on that night. In fact, he left the light on at night from that point on.
The next morning Theodore woke up and went about his day like any other. It was now as if it was just a dream to him. Something that never really happened. Something that was just the product of an overactive imagination, taking control of his body and mind after a long, tiring day.
And that story stuck…until the next night.
“I was getting ready for bed when that exact feeling of electrical energy and heaviness once again overcame me. I knew immediately the mysterious being was back. I also knew, without looking, that it was in the doorway. This time I didn’t even bother to turn. With the light still on, I hopped into bed, pulled the cover over my head and forced my shaking self to sleep.”
This was the nightly routine that Theodore began to become accustomed to. Each night the dark sinister shadowy entity would return with Theodore’s body ever so aware of its presence. This, however, unexpectedly trained his senses to become acutely aware of things that he never had been before.
“I began to become aware of another or other presences. The sensation that something was there was the same. But the feelings associated with it, or them, wasn’t. Sometimes, it felt as it was watching over me. Sometimes it felt like it was curious, or even playful. But when the dark figure came, the paralyzing sensation of terror was crushing.”
And the truth was Theodore wasn’t interested in being aware of ghostly beings, regardless of intent.
“I didn’t really think ghosts existed and I never wasted any time thinking about them. I liked a good ghost story like anyone else, but that was it. They were just stories. I just didn’t believe they existed, or at least I didn’t want to believe. I was more interested in my friends and girls. I basically just went into denial about what I was dealing with.”
Denial may be a bad thing for most people, most of the time, but for Theodore, it helped him cope at the time with his unwanted paranormal experiences, while maintaining his sanity.
Theodore left the house in the summer of 1982 to live with his mother. His father, step-mother and siblings still remained in the house for a few more years.
“I visited my Dad a few times after that but I never went upstairs again. I got the sense by not going up to that attic, I began to anger whatever it was. I could feel it calling me up there. It’s hard to explain, but something wanted me back in that house, up there in the attic. And the more I didn’t go up there, the stronger the calling became.”
Although Theodore was now out of the house, something was still calling him back. And it did so in a very effective way: In his dreams.
In the next article, Theodore tells of the dark entity’s, or entities, attempts to draw him back to the house, revealing more about who they might have been.