It’s a hot and muggy late night in August 1992, just over ten years since Theodore left the Guilford house. Tonight his routine purple head visitor was up to its tricks again.
Typically it would float just above and to the right of his head. It would hover with its hazy outline gyrating from side to side, intently peering down on Theodore. It appeared to be willing him awake so it could begin its horrifying antics that would quickly lead to Theodore’s embarrassing hysterics, that it, and Theodore, no doubt had become accustomed.
But not tonight.
Theodore’s eyelids popped opened and he saw that damn purple head again. He sprung from his bed and with a loud and determined tone, he said, “In the name of my Lord Jesus Christ I command you to leave!” Within seconds it quickly faded away. It would be the last time Theodore saw it. Astonished, but pleased, he finally realized something.
“I knew then that I had the power in me to command these entities to leave.I was relieved but my biggest problem still remained. Those nightmares. Those awful dreams of waking up outside that wretched house and being pulled in. How am I going to stop those?”
For the next four years those dreaded nightmares continued unabated. Theodore never knew when they would come. But when they did, it left him reeling for weeks at a time.
“I remember telling myself that if I could make the purple head disappear for good then maybe I could stop the nightmares too. But I felt I needed to understand why I was still having them after all these years.”
That night Theodore set his mind to remember any dreams that he might have. And as if on cue, the house dream returned.
“To my absolute utter dismay, I woke up inside the house. I was more terrified than ever before but before I could do anything about it, something quite peculiar unfolded in front of me.”
Theodore saw people, lots of people, including the two sisters who used to live in the house of which he dreamed of before, all sitting down on couches. They were arm-to-arm and appeared to fill three long couches that spanned the length of three wide walls in the living room.
“They were all just sitting there. Side-by-side and facing forward. Their expressions appeared hollow and empty. Unaware perhaps of each other and certainly of me. Some were dressed in late 1800 and early 1900’s attire. Some looked like farmers, others I just wasn’t quite sure. But the one thing I was sure of was that they all had lived in that house at some time.”
Theodore woke up in a cold sweat. Oh my God he thought. Could those poor souls be trapped in the house by some malevolent, perhaps demonic, being. Is that the entity that’s been on my tail all these years. If so why.
Theodore knew the answer. The house had just answered that question.
“What was most disturbing was the last thing I saw before I woke up. It was an empty space on one of the couches. I knew what that meant. It was if the house was taunting me. I was mortified.”
Something evil is in the Guilford house and it looks like it’s holding Theodore’s spot.
Theodore began putting two and two together and felt it was time for action.
“Things finally added up. All that pain and negativity that occurred in that house or on that land in the past must of attracted some dark form or demonic being. And everything that has happened to me since may have to do with demonic oppression. The stage before possession.”
The problem Theodore had now was what to do. He knew if he told someone they would think he was a special kind of mental.
“You just don’t tell people these things. The only ones that would believe you are the ones that actually are crazy. It was a lose-lose situation for me. I was exasperated on what to do about all of this.”
The nightmares continued to plague Theodore for five more years until 2001 when he came across something unique while on a trip back home.
“I was out shopping in those little shops across from Mystic Aquarium when I came across this statue that caught my eye. It was that of a gargoyle. I’ve heard legends about Gargoyles on how they protected the Church from evil spirits. I knew it was a long shot but I figured at this point I had nothing to lose.”
The very first night Theodore returned back home, he placed the statue on his night stand. He really wasn’t sure exactly what effect it might have but was willing to try anything.
“I remember just putting the statue there not really thinking anything was going to happen. But that night I had the most vivid dream of my life.”
It was a cool night and was pitch dark outside. Theodore was on the move and heading towards something unknown at breakneck speed. That something became quite clear once it came into view: The Guilford house.
“I suddenly tensed up and tried to turn around but couldn’t. It was then that I realized I was 20 feet off the ground and not in control of my movement. It was the house. The damn house was pulling me in.”
Chills resonated through Theodore’s spine. His face grimaced as his sense of dread skyrocketed. What’s even worse is that Theodore is now self-aware.
“I now realize I’m awake in my dream yet I have no control on what is happening. Whatever is pulling me in is too strong for me. I cannot resist it. I thought the house has finally won and my life is over.”
But to Theodore’s heart-stopping surprise, he stops mid-air just a few yards from the attic window. On the small roof overhang below the attic window is something perched with outspread wings. It is too incredulous to believe yet it is there. It’s a gargoyle.
“It was alive. It had a skinny torso and legs, clawed feet and these large wings that extended out in both directions. I mean it was scrawny looking but big and intimidating. My head was spinning. I was scared of it. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
But Theodore’s fear quickly waned as he realized the gargoyle was there to protect him. In that instant he woke up.
“I really didn’t know what to make of that dream the next day. I was confused to as if it was real or just the power of the mind.”
It’s been over 14 years since Theodore bought that gargoyle and he keeps it next to his bed every night. It appears that the house can no longer attack him but it clearly has not left him.
“I still have had a few dreams of the house since but never am I feeling powerless or have the sensation of being sucked in.”
Instead, the dreams he now has of the house are more on the trickery side.
“I would wake up outside the house but the house would look innocent. Void of evil I guess. I would somehow be invited to come into the house. The choice was being given to me. It was if the house was trying to woo me in. Letting me know everything is okay and its safe to come in.”
But Theodore wont go in. He politely says no thank you and the dream ends.
“I’m pretty sure nothing has changed. That entity wants me there but because I am somehow protected by that gargoyle statue, its trying to get me to come in on my own free will. I’m not falling for that.”
The Guilford house appears to contain multiple spirits trapped by some evil entity, a demon even. It’s hunger for the souls of those who once lived there appears unrelenting and infinite.
“I’m not the only one. Just a couple years ago I spoke with my brother and he too has had these dreams with the same theme: Being sucked into the house against one’s will. “
The house has seats to fill. Theodore hopes that it won’t be him sitting there when its his time to go.
“If I had the money I would buy that house and leave it empty.”
To Theodore the Guilford house brings to mind a haunting line in the song, “Hotel California”, sung by the Eagles:
“You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!”