The Room Hated Me... Didn't Want Me In It!
It May Have Been Another Portal... To Hell!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I was going room to room. Oh, what a wonderful house! I already loved the yard. There were already beautiful flowers that would cost a 'pretty penny' to buy, plant... growing in beautiful flower gardens.
There was a circular driveway.... outside buildings. The house had lots of wonderful windows. I was hoping it had a lot of electrical outlets. The house proved to have everything we all wanted... it was the perfect house!
Tommy and his girlfriend, Skip and I were looking at a huge house we were interesting in renting... sharing expenses. I was like a little girl, running to this room... that room. I loved the house!
The kitchen was huge.... it had lots of counter space. Not only that, it had a bar to sit at on stools. It was perfect.
There were five bedrooms... I could have one for my art room. Skip would have one for his study/office. We'd each have a huge bedroom... wonderful! Not only that... each had their own bathrooms... nice, big bathrooms.
I knew deep inside ... 'this was the house'. This was the house I wanted to live in. I went ahead of everyone to explore, find more special things about the house.
I came to a door way... I stepped through it into a hallway, turned to the left... walked a short distance. I began to feel differently... it seemed darker, here. I didn't pay it any mind... I loved this house!
I saw a room to my left... I walked to the open doorway... I stood there, looking. Oh, it was a wonderful, old-timey room! I loved such rooms in old houses. Someone had built the house onto this part of an old house! Special!
Across the room stood an old rock fireplace. It had an old wooden mantelpiece. The room was almost bare. It still had its old wooden floor. What a neat room! I was excited about it... I stepped inside to look around.
Instantly... I felt fear. I was very afraid in this part of the house alone. Immediately, I stepped back out into the hallway... the feeling went away almost at once.
I stood there, thinking. I knew I didn't have to be afraid. Tommy, Terri, his girlfriend... Skip were close by. I could hear them talking, laughing. I told myself it was my imagination.
I decided I would enter the room once again. I walked back into the room, meaning to walk across to the old fireplace. I wanted to touch the old rocks, let my hand feel the coolness. I wanted to touch the old wooden mantelpiece, even knowing it was dusty.
I never made it that far. I couldn't go forward. I was scared to death... the fear was so over-powering. I put my hand to my heart... I was feeling breathless. I felt cold chills on my arms.... my mind was telling me to get out of there.
I 'knew' at that moment ...there wasn't any way I could ever live in this house. Never! Ever! I felt fear for my life!
As soon as I stepped quickly out of the room... I felt fine. It was like it had never happened. I could hear Tommy, Terri, Skip coming.... I would watch their reaction... and walk into the room with them... it would be alright, then.
I didn't say anything to them... I wanted to see if they felt fear like I did. I was going to walk right into that room again... I wasn't alone, now! It was probably my imagination.
I let them walk in front of me, listening to them comment on the 'old part' of this house. They loved it just as I did! I followed them into the room, knowing everything would be alright...
I didn't make it far... I had to step back outside. I was fine once I got outside the doorway. I watched everyone as they laughed, talked while looking around. I never did make it to that beautiful old fireplace.... I couldn't. They got to touch it, enjoy looking at it.
Skip turned around to share it with me... saw I was outside the room. He knew something was wrong. He asked me why didn't I come inside... I told him I couldn't.
Tommy and his girlfriend turned to look at me... I told them the room made me afraid. I didn't know what I was afraid of.
They asked me to come back in the room... I didn't want to. I forced myself to step through the doorway... I had to turn around, get out of there!
I told them that I couldn't live there... when alone there, I would be afraid of this room! I saw disappointment cross their faces. I couldn't help it... the room terrified me.
I was scared of .... what... I didn't know. The room hated me... didn't want me in it! It may have been another... portal to Hell.
Note by this author:
We used to pass by that house... I'd look up on the hill where it stood. How beautiful it was, until I looked toward the older part it was built onto. I felt fear.
I learned that the house was torn down... I still don't know the reason... why. I sure would like to know. It may have been another portal to... Hell.
I can understand how you felt. I lived in a house once that I would not stay there alone very long at a time. I never knew why I was afraid in that house but I was. I was so happy when we moved! That was the only house I had any fear in. It was an old house but I never realized why I didn't like it there. Maybe it was a portal to hell too. Love, Ms. Nancy
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