In the coastal town of Serenbeach, my family and I had recently settled into our new home. It was a sunny day in early July, a far cry from the Christmas Eve move-in we experienced in the past. I had just bid farewell to the house where I had once glimpsed my brother’s guardian and encountered other inexplicable incidents, primarily auditory in nature. This time, however, the supernatural encounter was something that chilled me to my core.
Ever since we moved into this house, I felt no eerie presence. This was a stark contrast to our previous abode, where I had perpetually sensed a lingering presence, sometimes friendly and sometimes not. Our new dwelling was significantly older, dating back by almost half a century. The strange event I’m about to recount unfolded just last week, on the 20th of July, 2023. It was around 3:25 pm, and my parents had ventured out for some grocery shopping and bill payments, seizing the opportunity to enjoy the sunny day. My younger brother accompanied them, while my older sibling was spending quality time with his girlfriend. That left me at home, keeping our dog, Max, company as he dozed off. As for me, I was in a rush to get ready for my 4:00 pm work shift, the final item on my pre-departure checklist being the retrieval of my work attire. My mom had washed and hung my work clothes to dry, and I embarked on a housewide search to locate them.
Our house in Serenbeach featured a somewhat dimly lit staircase, illuminated only by a small, round window akin to those found in bathrooms. Additionally, we had a unique conservatory bedroom attached to our living room, which had no windows and had served as my parents’ bedroom. This room lacked a conventional door; instead, my mom had opted for a curtain of delicate beads.
I hurriedly entered their bedroom, scanning the radiators for a sign of my clothes. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling washed over me, akin to the eerie sensation I’d often experienced in our previous home. Keen to escape it, I left the room without my clothes and continued my search elsewhere. Fortunately, I eventually stumbled upon my missing garments, and with their discovery, the disquieting feeling dissipated entirely.
My sense of unease seemed to have vanished. However, as I was rushing out the door for work, a sinking realization hit me – I had left my phone behind on my bed. Without a second thought, I pivoted and re-entered the house, darting up the staircase as if in a race against time. My eyes remained fixed on the stairs before me as I sprinted upwards, but just as I reached the top landing, an instinctual urge made me glance upward for the briefest of moments. And in that fleeting instance, I saw it – a figure, shrouded in darkness and barely distinguishable, peering from around the corner of the stairwell. It was as though we were playing a morbid game of hide-and-seek, with only the figure’s head revealed, devoid of any discernible facial features or eyes. Yet, in that heart-stopping moment, I felt an undeniable presence – it was as if I had encountered a person.
Terrified to the core, I bolted back down the stairs and out the door, abandoning my phone for the day. I confided in my brother’s girlfriend about the unsettling experience, the only family member who shared my belief in the supernatural. As for the rest of my family, they seemed unfazed by such occurrences, their skepticism unwavering.