The House on the Dead End Street

From: Kayln (kbenford6@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Houston, TX
Source: Form Submission

The House on the Dead End Street by Kayln

 I've had many experiences with spirits and other unexplained phenomenon, but the one that stands out the most in my mind was the house on the dead end street in Houston, Texas. I was 20 yrs old at the time and had just been released from the hospital after having my first daughter. My best friend, who was pregnant herself, came up to be with me and help me out for a couple of weeks. My brother picked us up from the hospital and took us to his and his wife's home where we would be staying.

The house was a loaner from the insurance agency until repairs from a fire could be made in his own home. The instant my friend and I entered the home we became angry for no apparent reason. Inspite of central air, the house was always warm and dark, no matter how many curtains, blinds, or windows we opened. The electric current in the house was so low that it wasn't even strong enough to heat a curling iron. And my brother, who is normally a very kind and gentle person was very mean and agitated. He constantly screamed and threatend his kids (which I have never seen him do before) and he made our stay seem very unwelcome. The only time everyone got along is when we sat outside in the yard. Even if I was alone in the house, I never felt alone. And every night, I went to bed with the lights on in my room. I had to. If I didn't, something would violently bump against the bed that my new born and I slept in.

But the freakiest part of it all was the extra room that could not be found from the outside. There just didn't seem to be enough room for it. We would walk around the house trying to find a place for it to fit but to no avail. We called this room The Black Room. It was just off of the garage (from the inside only) and although the rest of the house was hot, this particular room remained cold and filled with flies. And I'll tell you why we nicknamed it the Black Room. One day, I decided to open the door, take a flash light, and shine it inside of the room. In order to get to the door leading to the room, one has to enter the garage, make an immediate right into the washer and dryer room, and there stood the door on the left side of the dryer. I turned on the lights in the laundry room, opened the door, and shined my flashlight into the room. And what we saw scared us half to death... absolutely nothing. The light didn't hit the walls, the floor, any objects. It was as if it were a vortex; the darkness simply swallowed the beam of light radiating from my flash light. The best that I can compare it to was like trying to take a flash light and pointing it's light into the dark sky above...it hits nothing. I've never seen anything like it before and never have again. But I hope that one day, someone will burn that house down.