Continued from part two…After being at my friend’s house and hardly being at home, my father grew tired of my absence, and not doing my chores, my get away days were over. I was not going to make that permanent, I was going to get away again, all I had to do was numb myself until everything was over. If I had to stay the night or two, I sure as hell wasn’t going to feel scared, and I wanted to sleep through anything. I walked into my parents medicine cabinet and found their sleep aid, which was perfect to help me sleep. I was sneaking one to drink, as I was drinking water to was it down, I put down my glass and my sister was standing in the doorway. I jumped because she just popped out of nowhere. I tell her, “you scared me, punk” and as I started to smile. She had a blank and angry look on her face, and said, “why did you decide to come back home?”. I looked at her and she looked pale, and her little eyes had bags under them. I felt badly for her so I said, look, Michelle, I had to get away for a little while, I’m sorry, I left you and Robbie here alone.” Her eyes opened wide and she looked surprised at what I said. I told her it was happening to me too. She tackled me to hug me tightly, and started to cry. I asked her if my little brother was witnessing the same thing, she said she didn’t know, but that she tried to tell my father, and he said it was just her imagination. She was so relieved to hear that I had been seeing things in the house as well. She told me that she had seen a man all in blood standing over her bed Wielding an axe. She recounted of one instance where she had turned off the light in her room, and her door was open. The bathroom light was left on so that no one would trip over anything getting to it. Anyway, she said she had turned off the light, and the bathroom light turned off. She shrugged it off thinking it was my little brother Robbie, thinking he would remember and turn it back on, in a minute. It took longer than normal she sat up, turned her lamp on, and the bathroom light turned on. She got agitated, so she turned off the lamp. The light turned back off. She said in a frustrated fit, she got up and stomped over to her door, leaned over and looked, and she would see a man with blood all over him, holding an axe over one shoulder, and with the other hand turning off and on the light, and laughing. The she had froze out of fear thinking a man had destroyed my family. So, as she just stood there she saw something start to peek its head from around his knees. It was small. It looked like a kid, but my sister said it looked too small to be Robbie. She said as she was staring at this man, the little person started to peek more and more. You could see more of his face, and the more of the face you could see, it looked almost melted, and it had a huge mouth. She said she started to get even more scared when it revealed more of its mouth because you could see from the sides as it smiled that it had fangs, and when she really looked at its eyes she could tell there was no white the entire eye was black, and the more wide it would open it’s eyes, blood appeared from out of them. She said she screamed and ran to my parent’s room, and my mom jumped up and grabbed her. She said she screamed because she had thought my parents were dead. When she realized my mom was okay she turned around and hugged her tight. My dad woke up, and they both asked her what was wrong. She said that’s when she told our father, and he said it must have been a nightmare. She then told me this was the same night I saw things. I didn’t understand how I never heard anything aside from what I was going through. I also asked her if she ever heard me scream, she told me it was always quiet in the house, unless something was going on with her. She also told me that was the first and last time she ever went to her parents. After everything we pretty much figured whatever this was, didn’t want any of the other members of the family to know what was going on, almost like it was trying to make us crazy. Before the sleep aid worked, I gave half of one to my sister, and left the other half to my brother. We walked into Robbie’s room, and the bed was completely empty, except for the sheet on the mattress, and I could hear his him quivering with fear, and I followed that sound under a bunch of quilts, sheets, and pillows made into a little house. When I opened it, he screamed. I shushed him, and told him to come out of the little house, that everything was okay, it was just me and Michelle. Robbie rushed over toward me, and hugged me. I told him to grab his pillows and quilts and told him to drink the other half of the sleep aid. He asked, “Why do we have to drink this?” I told him, “because the less sleep we get, the worse off we are to fight whatever this is”. Robbie said, “you have seen the two men and three kids too?” I told him both me and Michelle had and that I thought that our mother had too. When I told him that he asked to sleep with me, I told him they both were gonna sleep with me, and the only way to sleep was with the sleep aid to sleep through anything. Both of my siblings were happier than they had been in a while , and we all fell asleep on my bed holding on to each other. That night we each had a nightmare of what was going to happen if we stayed in the house. That morning my siblings were watching cartoons, and my mother making breakfast for my dad. My dad came down in his business suit, I questioned him as to his being absent from the house all the time. Then, I reminded him of what he said to me about being around family. He then proceeded to gently tell me it was for the best, and if he had any other choice he would stay at home more often. When my mother was alone we all recounted all of our stories, and she believed us, and decided to make a move out of the house. My mother had begged and pleaded with my father on several occasions to move but he always felt it was all in our minds. It wasn’t until my dad was off one day, called out to my brother from the basement to help him, my brother walked down the stairs and said he saw an axe just dripping with blood just hovering, he said that dad turned and saw the axe after my brother looked terrified at it. My father had been crouched down looking for his tools, when this happened, so when he saw the axe, he fell back and cut his hand on something sharp trying to hold himself up. My father saw the axe turning to my brother and slid over to him, and pulled him from under, so that the axe would miss my brother. That was all the confirmation, my father needed to know we were telling the truth. Before we could move anything, he told my mother to start the engine in the car, told us to take only what we could, and just threw it in the trunk of our car. We left everything and anything there, and hired movers to move only what we brought. That happened only after he did research on the house to confirm what I had been told. Sure enough, everything brutal about the murders had happened. The mental ward records of his sister in law, and her claims that the house was cursed. There had been media clippings of the alleged haunting. Nothing was ever confirmed. The previous renters who were a couple were eye witnesses of this happening. When my father confronted my boss about it, my father threatened to sue, if he did not compensate him for all the rent, and give him a deed to real estate he COULD sell. He compensated my father along with offering to give him a portion of his company. My father refused, and asked for his deed on the beach house he had in California. The boss was backed into a corner and agreed. To this day, everyone says when they hear my story, that was not a curse but a blessing. I say to them, “no one should have to deal with anything that traumatic for anything good to happen”. I will remember that all of my life, there is nothing in my life that can make the thought of my horrific time go away. Then they ask the questions, “what happened to the house? Did anyone ever live there after you?”. The answer is, Yes, someone did move in, but they only lived there for a couple of months and had to move out. The house burned down about three years ago, and to this day the records of how the fire started is still, inconclusive. Rumor has it that my dad’s old boss finally went bankrupt and had to move into the house, and that the house took him, because when the house was burned down, his body was pulled out from the rubble. No one really knows what happened. I just hope that those children can now finally rest!