February 8, 2010
The Cold, Haunted Mansion
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Astana J. - Brevard, North Carolina - December 2009
I don't quite remember what day this happened in December, but it was early
on in the month. I was with a guy named Juan who was showing me these houses
that I might have been able to clean to make extra money. There were three
houses, I'm not sure how to describe it, but they all went together. They
were houses a little past Connestee Falls, and at the main house you can see
all of Brevard from the front yard. There's also a great view at the back of
the house.
This day we went to the houses twice. The first time we were at the houses
we were walking through the main house and I got the vibe that something was
up with the house. Me being a believer of the paranormal world I said to
Juan, "I wonder if this house is haunted?" He turned to me and said, "As a
matter of fact, the guy who owns the house told me the he thinks they are
because the main room always stays cold and at night you can hear the doors
opening or closing and the sounds of footsteps." That, of course, didn't
make me feel any better, but I wasn't that scared at the same time. Later
that day we went back to the house to see the view of all of Brevard while
the sun was setting. Of course we went back into the house to sit down and
chat a bit. Juan went on to tell me how he comes to the houses, with the
permission of the owner, when the owner is not there to relax and do some
thinking.
I started going through a photo album that was on the living room table and
Juan said to me that he thought we should get going. I said to him, "No, I
want to stay and besides I want to see if anything happens." In other words
I was trying to come face to face with whatever was haunting the house. He
kept insisting that we leave and I kept insisting that we stay. We started
to chat a bit when all of a sudden as I was about to say something to him
the radio came on. This particular radio was a good two feet away from us
and it was old, so there was no control for anyone to turn it on with. We
both looked at each other with amaze and I started to laugh. We tried to
turn the radio off but couldn't figure out how to do so, so I just unplugged
it. Juan said to me, "Well, do you see?" I was convinced, so I wanted to
leave. It was already dark out and before we left Juan wanted me to see how
lit up it was in all of Brevard. The view was wonderful and as we were
standing in front of the window talking again there was a noise in the back
of the house, it sounded like someone was moving around back there. He asked
me again if I heard that and I said yes. We heard it again and that time I
jumped and grabbed a hold of him. I guess me being so close to him turned
him on a little because we ended up on the floor fooling around. We were
both half naked when Juan sat up and started breathing real hard. I asked
what was wrong and he kept saying he didn't know, he didn't know, he didn't
know. So I sat there talking to him, trying to figure out what was wrong
with him because he started shaking and he looked awful strange and worried.
He finally spoke and still said that he didn't know what was wrong but that
he was now cold all the way to his bones. We hurried to get our clothes on
and the get out of the house. Leaving the house Juan was still shaking and
freaked out. More freaked out than I was. I asked him why he was so shaky
and he said that it was because what happened in the house had never
happened to him before while he was there by himself. He also said while he
was on top of me he felt something cold go through his body, he said it felt
like someone or something jumped inside of him. I on the other hand didn't
feel anything. I admit I was scared because of the radio coming on and the
noises in the back of the house, but whatever was in the house messed with
Juan bad. Let's just say I am not going be cleaning those houses after that
night.