My grandmother lives on a beautiful farm in the middle of the Ozarks in Missouri. Spring time is my favorite time to visit the large rolling green hills with the hickory and oak trees, hundreds of years old, surrounding you. The land has a gorgeous creek running through it with mossy rocks and small waterfalls, the garden is full of fresh vegetables, the yard is full of flowers and the wind chimes sing for people miles away to hear. The farm is a place of no worries and pure happiness.
But that is how every horror movie starts- happy-go-lucky with an almost to good to be true scenario. And this was the start of my horror movie as well.
My cousins, Byers and Mitch, were staying with and my friend in the guest house. This house is across the street from my grandparents house and used to belong to an old lady named Edna. My grandparents bought it when she died, and it was turned into my grandma's art studio and guest house. When they bought the place, they built on an addition so that it could have two bedrooms.
Half way through our stay, we all decided to stay up late in the living room of the house to play 'never have I ever' and just talk about the world. Byers is my age, but Mitch is younger, so when things started to get more serious, Byers told Mitch to leave and hang out in their bedroom, the room that was the original bedroom for the house.
When he left, he plugged in his phone and changed into his pajamas, so we assumed that he would just fall asleep while we talked. But an hour later, we noticed that the light was still on in the bedroom. We still thought nothing of it, but it was our sort of realization that we needed to go to bed. Byers stood up and began getting the table tidied up before going into his room to get his toothbrush, while my friend and I walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Just thirty seconds after we entered the bathroom, we heard a blood curdling scream. Within no time at all, Byers had ran into the bathroom with a look of pure fear in his eyes. He said, "Something's wrong with Mitch", but before he could explain any further, Mitch came walking into the bathroom. I kid you not, his eyes were glazed over with what looked to be a white film, his face showed no emotion and he grabbed onto Byers' neck and began to choke him.
We all were screaming, and finally Byers started screaming at him to 'Stop!' and 'What was wrong with him?' And then Mitch's head jerked backwards, his eyes closed and he awoke with a look of panic in his face. He started sobbing and saying 'How did I get here?', 'What is going on?' and 'Help me!'
We were scared out of our minds. Once we calmed him down, he sat on the couch quietly without moving. We huddled in the kitchen to discuss what to do next. I have never seen someone more scared than Byers was that night talking about what had just happened.
Finally, we decided that we would walk down to the main house to have Mitch sleep over there for the night. We walked with him in silence down the long, curving gravel road. When we knocked on the door and got my grandma, we told her that he had just had a nightmare. She took Mitch inside and closed the door.
But now what? We could not go back and sleep in that house that had possessed my cousin, so our drowsy, sacred 3 a.m. minds formulated a plan.
Luckily, everytime we go to the farm, my mom camps out just a 1/2 mile down a trail from the main house that leads to a creek. We remembered this and knew exactly what to do.
We marched back, arms linked, to the guest house to retrieve our pillows and blankets. We left Byers standing across the street because there was no way he was going back into that house. He held his flashlight in the air so that we could tell he was okay from the light while we ran to the house.
When we reached the door, the knob was ice cold, despite the warm spring weather that filled the air. Slowly, we pushed the door open and our hearts dropped in fear. Our suitcases had been emptied and the contents laid all over the ground. The lights had all been turned on, the sheets on the bed were pulled off onto the floor and the window blinds were closed. Somebody, or something, had been in this house in the ten minutes that we had been gone. We grabbed the blankets from the floor and ran all the way back to Byers without closing the door behind us. We didn't tell him what the house looked like until morning, hoping that it wasn't really true.
My grandparents house has an automatic light that turns on, and we didn't want them to know that we weren't asleep in the house, so we decided, stupidly, to walk down the path on the opposite side of the creek. The trail is covered with prairie cactuses and thorns, and our feet were getting cut up, so we turned left and began walking through the creek itself.
Somehow, we didn't fall on the mossy rocks or into any deep sections of the creek. That was the only good luck we had that night. We got to my mom's tent, woke her up and went inside.
After telling my mom what had happened, she told us things that we were not ready to hear in the middle of the night. Before Enda, the previous owner of the guest house, had passed away, she lived there with her father. He had alzheimer's, and when it got to be too much for Enda, she made a room for him in the attic. He died in the attic.
The attic door is in the ceiling right above the room in which Byers and Mitch stayed in. The room has no windows and the only ventilation is through that attic door. Who knows if that man's bones are still above the room, but his spirit is still there, and that spirit entered my cousin during spring break of 2016.
It is said that kids under the age of 12 have a stronger connection with other worlds around them, and my cousin is 10. I don't know what exactly happened that night, but I do know that it changed my perspective forever.
Happy Spring Break!