hey all,
this might be a bit of a disturbing read, so i'm sorry if i upset you somehow.
but have you ever had a paranormal experience in your life, something that you can't explain no matter how hard you search for answers that align with reality?
if you said "no", then, yeah, me neither, for the longest time. like, my whole life long.
a life filled with people who said they did.
i've read some accounts of paranormal experiences before, and i felt like i never truly got how they really felt. like trying to understand a profession or event without having been there yourself, there were extra sensations that they felt that morphed the experience, sights that can't truly can't be expressed with words, stuff in the air brushing against their skin. you can use words to describe it, and the person you're talking to can imagine it, but their mind might create details that weren't there, take the meanings of the words you're saying at face value.
and it's going to happen here, not much i can do for it to not happen, but i'll write about it anyways.
i'm a person who's starting to move into "real life", getting a job, taking care of myself, better personal hygene, stuff like that. one of the things i'm trying to do is get my own house, i've got a good understanding of taxes in my town, and i'm lucky enough to live in a time where i can get someone else who i'll never meet to do it for me.
i've found a house online that seemed pretty good for me, it was far enough from people so that i could be in peace, but not so far that you had to go through a whole song and dance number just to get anything from the store or wherever. the lister's profile didn't have anything else on it, but i didn't pay it any mind, just assuming that this was some old guy's home and he didn't need it anymore. i swear it was perfectly sound reasoning in my mind when i was thinking it.
the location of the house was surrounded by a forest, with a road and driveway leading into it. the actual house itself was...how do i describe this? simple? plain? god, the image that probably just popped into your head was most definitely not like what it was like.
it had two floors and a garage, a blue-ish off-white tint on the panels that go on the outer walls of the house, probably for heating reasons. the windows had white curtains covering them, blocking the view inside. the path to the house was sloped, so it sort of loomed over you when going in.
this was my first house, so i still had the instinct to knock first before going in.
actually, i still probably have that instinct, but that's not important.
the force from my knock was enough for the door to open on it's own, not a lot, just a tiny creak open. i paused to wait for the door to open fully at first, before realizing what was going on and chuckling to myself. i opened it fully myself, and walked in.
the first room i saw (that probably has a "proper" name, but still,) was devoid of anything that would suggest that there would be anyone living there, no furniture, no decorations, just the bare skeletal and white walls that make up the house, aside from the oven and shelves that i gleaned might be from the kitchen.
there was a wall-mounted coat hanger in the entrance though, but no coat or hat.
i checked out some of the other rooms in my new house. i found the bathroom, so that's cool. more empty rooms, some bigger, some smaller, a few closets, i think, and an empty bedroom, with a bed already in the room.
but then i found the second bedroom.
this room was far darker than any other in the house, despite the huge window casting light into the entire room, with the only inhibition to it's rays being the curtain covering it. the room was fully furnished, with a bed, shelves, carpeted floor and a big mirror pointing towards the bed. and the huge metaphorical elephant in the literal room, a hanging corpse, silhouetted by the light from the window. the shocking sight made me promptly fall back onto the undecorated floor of the hallway.
i left the house to go to my car to grab my phone to use it's flashlight. i intentionally didn't bring my phone into the house with me initially because i wanted this special experiences to be free from distractions, it seemed like a good idea. while i was out there, i noticed that i didn't smell anything from the body, which didn't match up with the descriptions of corpses from people who have been around them, being it was awful. i didn't pick up any scent from the room, rotten or otherwise, i've never been the sort to really pick up on smells and recognise them, thus resulting in the delayed reaction.
the scent, if you were wondering, was the same as everything else in the house.
returning to the room, i turned on my phone's flashlight to investigate the room, standing firmly in the doorway. the furniture was as to be expected, wildly unmatching, placed with a purpose you weren't around to know of. i was dreading looking at the body, but i felt like i had to do it. the spot underneath the body was weirdly clean, odd, but people have said that the grosser parts of someone dying doesn't always happen, this was the part i was dreading most, so the lack of any mess eased my nerves a little.
keywords: a little.
looking further up, the body itself was clearly white, but wearing a blue kimono for some reason.
the head.
the head was completely wrong.
i don't mean it had any deformities, it was pretty average looking for a white male, i mean it was looking directly at me, with intent.
it wasn't wearing a noose, it had an unnamable long organ coming out of its neck, i think it was a tendon?
that doesn't matter, what did matter was that it deattached itself from the ceiling, and started shambling towards me.
i bolted straight out of the house from that sight, hiding in my car and calling the police as soon as possible. i could've called as soon as i saw the body, but my morbid curiosity screwed me over once again.
they got me somewhere safe and handled the whole debacle themselves, they told me not to tell anyone any specifics about anything they learned, so i'm not, but i did demand to talk about the event itself.
it took some reasoning, but they did let me tell my side of the story.
one thing i managed to get out of this experience however, was that i finally managed to get my own paranormal experience. i wasn't able to complete college, i wasn't able to get my dream job, i wasn't able to make any of the webcomics i wanted to make, but i was able to experience the supernatural.
and no-one would be able to take that from me.