She's Sherrie

Whoever the man was that my aunt had brought to the house unleashed the hell that had been living downstairs.  There were no more subtle hints that something was amiss in the house.  Now it was "in your face activity."  There was no more trying to explain away the unexplainable, trying to convince yourself that it was your imagination getting the best of you.  There was no denying the things that you saw and heard; they happened. The invited intruder, whoever he was, set the "other family" on a rampage.  Henry, according to the guest, was extremely powerful and evil.  He appeared to have all of the strength for full manifestation, where the child and woman did not.  Maybe he absorbed all of the energy from them to be seen.  They, according to my family, were never crystal clear; they were always foggy looking.  When Henry appeared, he remained dark, large, fully formed, except for legs, black shadow, but his attire was clearly...

Finally, the escape to Ohio was happening, it was Friday morning, and we were leaving.  I felt a little guilty at leaving the rest of the family behind, but I didn't feel that they were bothered as much by the events as I was.  I had to keep my baby's best interests and myself in mind, and that was what I was doing.  I didn't even look back as we left. We would be staying at my brother-in-law's house in Ohio.  Mike's mom was just too straight-laced and odd.  We could stay up late and talk and play cards or do whatever we wanted to do this way.  It was a little cool there during the day, and the nights were cold to me.  We went to a big bonfire one night, and it felt great.  I had only packed clothes for Mike and me for 3 days, and none of them were cool weather clothes.  But Glen had tons of clothes to wear, and Chris had extra baby things available if I needed them. We had a nice visit, and it was nice to be able to get some peaceful ...

These pictures are best viewed full screen on a PC or TV, with a good light source. The stairway leading to the basement. The doorway at the bottom of the stairs looking upstairs. Stairway door looking upstairs. The stairway going to the basement. The basement side of the stairway door. Laundry room to the right, family room to the left. Downstairs bedroom entryway. Foyer with the vacuum, top of stairs, hallway to the left.  Bedrooms to the left. Foyer and hallway, stairs to the right, bedrooms to the left. Sitting room in the downstairs bedroom.  That panel had been pulled off of the wall. Sitting room. Wet bar in the family room downstairs. Top of steps, living room, covered TV. Downstairs doorway. Dining room. If you look to the man's right, you can see a face between him and the lamp. Stairway to Hell.

My uncle was right. I didn't want to leave in the car.  It was in the carport.  We had an incident one night on the carport.  We had been in my brother's car with him driving—my mom. Grandmother, uncle, Glen, Sam the dog, and myself had driven to Fort Meade, Maryland to pick my brother up.  We had been going through long nights of noises and door beating, and we were all tired. We knew that we couldn't get home before dark because of the distance involved and the never-ending, always heavy traffic. We decided to go to the grocery store and then stop for something to eat.  We really were not in a hurry to get back home; in fact, if we had somewhere else, we could have gone and stayed, we would have.  But we didn't.  Walking into that house had become the most depressing and doomed feeling that you can imagine.  We all hated the place now.  And we had that 2-year lease we were stuck in.  I knew that I couldn't stand staying there...

This was the last day I would be in the house, just this one night of crazy things left to go.  I had it made in the shade.  I had everything packed except for whatever Mike was bringing back home.  Diapers, plenty of formula, plenty of baby clothes, the swing, the bassinet, good grief, were we leaving anything?  All of this junk would be crammed into our 69 Camero.  We could have left that evening if Mike hadn't been tired.  I don't really see how he could have planned on getting any sleep at the house, all things considered.  I was glad to see him when he showed up.  It was about 4 pm, and he laid down on the couch and fell asleep. Ronnie and Uncle Jerry had gone out and bought tapes for the tape recorder. And some wood, I didn't really know what that was for.  I made dinner for everyone so that it would be completed before it got dark.  I was just waiting for Uncle J and Ronnie to bring my mom in.  I was hoping that we ...

Sam As far as I was concerned, the vacuum cleaner incident was the ultimate intimidator.  There was no explanation for it; there was no trying to reason that I didn't see whatever that was, and there was no forgetting it. It was a first-class contender for an awesome Twilight Zone episode.  Having watched Twilight Zone as a kid, I wondered where the plot of this story was going.  Were we going to be zapped into a time in the past? That didn't make any sense.  But what did?  Was part of this house built on some kind of a two-dimensional fault, teetering on the edge of falling into the past or just barely leaning on the brink of the present time?  It was hard to get it out of my head.  It was making me very nervous and jittery.  It was really beginning to get to me.  Every night was a real-time nightmare and each night added a little more or something new to its repertoire.  I didn't want to be around for the grand final...

Before I start, let me say I am not crazy.  If you think I am, don't even bother reading this.  I seriously had some doubts about some of my family at one point, but I was proven wrong.  I'm going to write about some things that are so bizarre that I shut some of the events away for years.  And I don't like writing about them, I don't like thinking about them, they are unexplained events that never in my lifetime could I explain.  Some things happened that I absolutely refused to believe until I heard, saw, and read the documentation about the events.  We will get to those. So here we are going into the Labor Day weekend in a few days with my escape from the boogeyman just days away.  My uncle is staying with us for moral support and "muscle."  I chuckle as I say that because my uncle was a very slightly built man, but he was as tough as nails.  He had been a Paratrooper and a Marine during WW2, and there wasn't too much he was...