This is the story I must share with the world. It may scare some, or it may lighten some up. It is true however.


My family and I were moving from the house we'd lived in my whole life. We decided payments were too high, and my parents just couldn't let the idea of renting a house for really cheap go by them. So we settled in town from our original home in the country side. It was new to me, but I was happy to finally be able to practice parkour daily. I guess we were settled for a month or so when I noticed some strange things happening in the house. I was home alone one day, just hanging around on my computer, chatting with my friends, until all power cut off. Now this wasn't uncommon where I lived before, but it was strange to have happened in town as far as I knew. I decided to just sit there until it cut back on. Figured it was just a little power surge and it'd be on anytime now. After about a minute and a half passed, I started to worry. That's when I heard it. I heard cries coming from the upstairs bedrooms. It sounded like it was coming from the room we were told not to put furniture in when we moved in. We wondered why, and asked the owner why. All he said was "Bad things happened in there, and the fire department dubbed it an unsafe room within the house."
We decided to not ask anymore and just move in. Now I had to venture into that room. Alone. I slowly walked up the stairs. I called out a few times, but nobody ever replied. The crying continued as I got closer. It sounded like a boy rather than a girl. I neared closer to the room. There was a knife I had put in my pocket earlier, so I pulled it out in case somebody was trying to trick me. I peered around the corner. Nothing was there. Just an empty white room. I walked in, and with a shaky voice, I said "I don't know what's going here....Who's crying?!"
My body jolted a little as I said that. Like somebody punched me or something. I was scared out of my wits. I was frozen...fear had taken hold on my body as the crying stopped. I heard the sound of something shooting out. Like an air compressor releasing air. It sounded a lot like that, but there was another sound with it. Gurgling, like somebody was choking. I could hear these sounds...and I eventually heard a loud thud, like something hit the floor. Then it was quiet again. There were no sounds at all. It was just a room again. I looked around, my body still trembling from the sounds I was hearing. I managed to walk out of the room. I realized the lights were on now. The power had been cut back on. I slowly made my way back down stairs. Told a few of my friends on the Internet what had just happened to me. I went to bed that night feeling really uneasy. A few weeks passed and the event was long forgotten. That's when I came home from a friends house. Parents were gone again. This time, I walked into the kitchen. Started fixing myself some food when I heard an older woman's voice say "Jack? Hey! What are you doing up there?"
It sounded like it came from right behind me...I jumped out of my skin. The same uneasy feeling touched my body as before, but now I could name some of what was going on. I heard the woman scream the name "Jack" again. I heard trudging footsteps headed towards the stairs this time. I followed the footsteps to see what I could do about this mess that was happening. They headed up the stairs towards the unused room. I waited before heading in. There was a loud scream, then crying sounds could be heard as the woman's voice struggled out the name again. I knew nothing was in there. I worked hard to convince myself to go see the room. I realized the power was on while this was going on. Unlike before though, it was raining and storming outside. Loud thunder bashed the air around the house, shaking it, as I started to move closer to the room. Cries were heard in the room all the while, never faltering. I eventually reached the doorway. Look inside, as before, I saw nothing. Or so I thought. I walked into the room, trying to pinpoint where the cries were coming from. Following them, I ended up at the back wall near the window. Upon stepping about three or so feet from the wall, I heard the sound of my shoe stepping in a gooey substance. I looked down...it was blood. Bright red goo, appearing extremely fresh, was in a large pool on the floor. My shoe right in the middle of it. I screamed my lungs out in terror as the rain stopped. I ran out of the room, slipping and falling down the stairs to get away. It took me a little bit to wake back up from passing out after the fall. I was still alone in the house, but all the sounds ceased to exist now. The sun was shining outside on the house. I picked my pained body up. That's when I remembered the blood. I checked the bottom of my shoe. It was gone. I wanted to check the room again, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I decided I'd put a camera near the door way that night to see if anything happens whilst we all slept. The night passed slowly as I couldn't get to sleep. I eventually dosed off without notice. Waking up seemingly minutes later. I rushed to get the video camera. I sat there that morning. Skimming the video for anything out of the normal. I heard something in the audio, so I backed it up and listened to it in normal motion. I heard a voice of a mid-teen boy spoke to himself. I wrote down what he said as a transcript to remember incase the video were to fail or be deleted. Here's the transcribes audio.

"I swear, I cannot fake this happiness anymore with anyone. Life is devastating...and I don't care what my parents or teachers say. My life is fucking ruined. My girlfriend won't let go. I'm depressed from being stuck with the bitch. Such a fucking bitch who just doesn't care about anything. And my mind...I hear these voices...constantly battling each other for the louder voice. One saying who the right girl is and where my life should have gone. The other states the flaws in that plan, and how moving on from here should be. I want the voices to stop...I want my relationship to be done...*The boy begins crying fairly loudly here on the audio* What the fuck do my parents expect of me?! Do they think I'm some brain child, one of those fucking great minds who'll do something with themselves. I just can't take this bullshit anymore. *A loud sound can be hears, it sounds somewhat like something hitting a wall. Possibly Jack's fist.* I'm going to show them all up. I'll put an end to my fucking life. They'll feel my wrath then. I just know it...*There's a garbled mess then silence again in the video.*

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. It was astonishing to hear it. It was almost like he was talking to directly through the camera, but I knew it was a self speech he spoke. I continued with the video tape as it had two hours left on it. I skimmed through it again, this time seeing something in the video. It showed a knife, possibly an army knife, laying on the floor, like it just appeared there. It slid closer to the camera. I was scared to watch because I had no idea what to expect. It scratched into the floor, leaving a blood trail to gurgle up in the scratch that was being made. I couldn't believe it. Now it was getting fuzzy. I saw a pair of eyes, but the camera went really fuzzy, and I saw nothing more. It remained that way for the rest of the video. I knew what was going on now. I needed to see what I could do about it.