True Scary Story: The Visitor
My boyfriend and I decided to move to Oregon in 1992. We traveled all over the northwest exploring our options and decided on the Corvallis area. (After being here now almost 15 years I’d say we chose well.) We made several more trips selecting a property. Now it’s early May, I am traveling alone. Well not entirely along, our Rottweiler Boots accompanied me to meet the contractor who was building the foundation, coordinating other land improvements, and placing our manufactured house.
I stayed overnight on the California side of the Klamath River with a mutual friend in an over-hundred-year-old-house. Our friend, Hank, lived in one half as caretaker of the property and the other half was only occupied occasionally by the property owners. Hank was not planning to be there until the next day, so I helped myself to his side of the house. Boots was acting really freaky because we were hearing the neighbors’ normal evening activities--the television, people walking around, talking, et cetera. He kept standing in the middle of the living room, looking at the shared wall, and growling with his hackles up. This can be disconcerting with any dog, but with a Rottweiler it was even more so! I was sleeping on the couch and after listening to Boots fuss for aver an hour I ended up having to curl up and share it with a hundred-and-ten-pound-whining-supposed-to-be-a-guard-dog. He was quite a wimp as dogs go so I shouldn’t have been surprised.
Sometime during the night Hank came in, but I didn’t hear him until the next morning. We had a nice visit the next morning, ate breakfast, I hung around outside while he was working on an old truck. At some point I noticed that there weren’t any other people around and I casually asked about the property owners. Hank mentioned that they didn’t come around this early in the year; he didn’t expect to see them until next month. I kept chatting about other subjects, yet inside I was beginning to panic wondering what in the hell I heard last night – no wonder the dog was freaking out!
I felt queasy. In all the times I had sensed “stuff” I had never really experienced a poltergeist like this first hand. Even the sword incident or being attacked didn’t seem the same as knowing I had been hearing actual ghosts or entities going about their business with the television and everything. For some reason it really struck me as scary. I decided I had better tell Hank goodbye.
I was not exactly taking to direct route to Oregon. My next stop was a detour at the coast to visit my boyfriend’s cousin and her family. It’s a long, windy road and I was not feeling well. I started having strong feelings of hate and despair. I decided and no one loved me and that life was totally worthless. I should drive off a cliff and there were many that I passed and swerved towards. I was angry. I wanted to hurt people, kill people, or kill myself. I was crying and screaming. I decided that everyone in my life was faking it. My mom, boyfriend, sister, cousins, and friends were all really against me, didn’t love me. This went on for a few confusing hours then I entered a Native American Indian reservation. The air was completely sucked out of my lungs all at once and I felt something pull backward out of my body and I was utterly relieved. I felt hope again. The pure hate, despair, and anger were gone.
Something entered my body in that house. Boots knew it was there and I wouldn’t listen. By the time I arrived at Karen’s house I was practically shell-shocked. I tried to explain what had happened, but wasn’t making much sense – as if I could expect anyone to get it. I sat around for a couple of days and just rested. She told me later they were very worried about me. Karen has her share of intuitive abilities but this was beyond, I’m not sure if she even believed any of my story.