Scariest Night of My Life (2017) s01e09 Episode Script
Scratching the Surface and Kill Jill
-August 18th, 2002.
-December 12th, 2011.
-August 29th, 1982.
-December 1st, 2000.
June 15th, 1991.
was the scariest night was the scariest night was the scariest night was the scariest night was the scariest night of my life.
I'm scared, but I'm angry as to why it's only happening to me.
Every hair on my body stood up, and I was frozen.
WOMAN: I'm freaking out.
The handle on the door is moving.
No, not again, not again.
On the mirror, it says, "Where's Jill?" in red lipstick.
Whatever this was had me in its grip.
WOMAN: I have sick feeling in my stomach that it's not something good.
And I could not get away.
[ Children giggling .]
JILL: That day, we had just got home from my grandfather's funeral.
He was a very well-liked man.
There was lots of people that attended his funeral.
We were pretty close growing up.
We always used to get together and have coffee.
He was always around.
We'd go up to his cottage and spend the weekends.
I loved him as a grandfather.
I was very sad when he passed away.
It was a nice service.
Dad would've loved it.
-Yeah.
-Sweet seeing everybody, too.
[ Door closes .]
My mom decided to bring home a vase of flowers that night and I was very unsure of them the entire car ride home.
[ Eerie wailing .]
Are you sure you should've taken those? Why not? They're beautiful.
I'm not sure if it was because they were in a funeral home all weekend.
Yeah, but they're from the funeral.
Like But something about them just didn't feel right.
You worry too much.
I'm not sure if it was because she was so unsettled about being at the funeral all day and dealing with all the other family members being so emotional, so she didn't really pay much mind to me when I had said that I didn't really feel right about the flowers.
As soon as we got home, she had set them in the main family living room area.
I just wanted to stay clear of that area because I had such an uneasy feeling about them.
So I kind of just went and did my own thing up in my bedroom.
[ Clock ticking .]
[ Water running .]
[ Sighs .]
So I'm getting changed in my bedroom, and I hear water running.
[ Water running .]
And I'm not really sure where it's coming from.
So I go into the bathroom and I see the bathroom tap's on.
[ Turns water off .]
But then I see the bathtub and the shower head on [ Water running .]
and I'm thinking to myself, "Something just doesn't feel right here.
" My family wouldn't play these kinds of pranks on me, especially on a night that I was coming back from burying my grandfather.
[ Crickets chirping .]
I was kind of freaked out because nobody was upstairs in the house.
So I went back into my room, sat down to try and read a book for a bit.
But my mind was kind of a little bit too occupied with all the emotions from the day, and I had that feeling of the hair standing up on the back of my neck.
And I just had that feeling that "you're not alone.
" And then I hear water running again.
So I go back into the bathroom [ Water running .]
and sure enough, the bathroom taps are on again.
The bathroom tub is on again.
The shower is on again.
Mom? Dad? JILL: Nobody was upstairs.
My mom and dad were downstairs watching TV at that point.
So I'm starting to get really creeped out.
I was questioning myself for a little bit because I thought maybe I was tired.
Maybe I didn't turn them off.
But, no, I know I turned those knobs off.
I would not have left them running.
The water was really steaming hot.
It was so hot that the mirror was fogged up in the bathroom.
You could've wrote something in the mirror because of how foggy it was.
I didn't really want to cause a panic by going to my parents, but I was really afraid.
I definitely was not alone.
I was afraid enough that I didn't want to be upstairs in the house anymore.
[ Dripping .]
[ Clock ticking .]
I decided to go downstairs and go see my mom for a bit, just kind of get into a different room.
Maybe I'd have a different vibe.
Maybe I wouldn't feel like something was watching me or right there with me.
I didn't mention anything to her because I didn't want to bring it up and cause more upset that night.
So I gave my mom and dad a hug and a kiss good night.
They were getting ready for bed, and I decided to make myself a little snack.
While I was in the kitchen, I still felt like something was watching me.
In fact, I felt like it was following me.
That uneasy feeling of something being there wasn't going away.
I'm on my way back upstairs.
I'm feeling really uneasy and cautious going up there, knowing the experience I just had with the bathroom taps.
And all of a sudden, I hear this big, loud crash.
[ Shattering .]
I immediately drop my plate because I was so startled by the noise that it made.
I'm surprised that it didn't wake my parents up.
At this point, I was feeling like this definitely had to do with the flowers coming back from the funeral home.
But I was freaked right out walking up those stairs.
And I didn't know what it would've been that could've made such a big noise.
I did not know what I was going to expect turning that corner into my bedroom.
I was questioning myself for a little bit because I thought maybe I was tired.
Maybe I didn't turn them off, but, no, I know I turned those knobs off.
I would not have left them running.
And all of a sudden, I hear this big, loud crash.
[ Thud, shattering .]
I was freaked right out walking up those stairs.
[ Screams .]
The crash just sounded like something fell off of my dresser, but I didn't really have anything on my dresser that big that could've made that noise.
I was so scared.
I began to open my bedroom door.
And as I walk in, I notice that my favorite perfume bottle is on the floor leaking, causing this huge smell of perfume whiff when you walked into the door.
It was like somebody had taken my bottle and threw it off of my dresser.
It felt really cold, as if there was a window or something open.
I was so scared.
I was shaking because I didn't understand why this was happening to me.
[ Door slams .]
But then the door shuts.
[ Rustling .]
But it shuts as if somebody was shutting it from the outside.
[ Eerie laugh .]
And that really creeped me out.
And I tried to holler out, "Who is there?" But nobody answered me back.
And that just made it even more fearful for me.
[ Clock ticking .]
So I began to investigate my room just to make sure that there wasn't anything else out of place no clothes missing out of my closet.
There was nothing missing off my dressers.
All my jewelry was there.
I didn't know what this was, what it wanted.
I was an emotional mess, and I didn't know what to do.
Why is it just happening now? Then I thought to myself, "The flowers that we brought home from my grandfather's funeral.
" It was like this wave of "You're right" came over me.
And I knew right then and there that it had something to do with the flowers downstairs in the living room.
And I turn around to go sit down in my makeup table and lo and behold, on the mirror, it says, "Where's Jill?" in red lipstick.
Somebody's definitely looking for me.
I was just looking at that mirror 10 seconds ago, and there was nothing on it.
And I look down, and there's a lipstick open on my makeup table.
I'm going, "Holy crap.
I don't know what to do.
" I can't go wake my mom and dad up and tell them this.
They're going to think I'm nuts.
[ Panting .]
Ran down the stairs faster than I've ever ran before in my life.
[ Panting .]
I'm scared, but I'm angry as to why it's only happening to me, because I don't know how I'm going to explain this to anybody else in the house.
I was very pissed off at my mom for bringing home those flowers.
I told her the whole car ride home that there was something about them that I didn't like, and I really wish she would've just listened to me.
I went down into the back room, which was like a smoking area.
I have no way of explaining this to my mom without her thinking that I'm just messed up from everything that's happened today.
I'm emotional.
I'm seeing things.
This is happening, and I don't know what to do at this point now.
[ Door creaks, slams .]
[ Gasping .]
I was so scared, I was shaking, because I didn't understand why this was happening to me.
I can't go wake my mom and dad up and tell them this.
They're going to think I'm nuts.
Ran down the stairs faster than I've ever ran before in my life.
[ Screams .]
I have no idea what to do.
I don't want to get out of that room because I feel like everywhere else in the house I'm being watched, or something's following me.
Trying to calm my nerves, trying to make sense out of everything, but I'm not making sense out of much other than the flowers.
I'm shaking with fear.
So I plan on just sitting right there, sitting there for the whole night if I had to, because of how scared I was to go back up into my room.
As I was sitting there, I notice that the temperature in the room dropped so much so that it was like it wasn't just my cigarette smoke I was exhaling.
It was freezing.
I had to grab the blanket off the back of the couch and wrap myself up because it was so cold.
I felt myself getting very uneasy in my stomach.
I was dizzy, and I felt a bit of vertigo.
As I was sitting there, I looked down at my lap, and I noticed this big, smoky hand figure coming over my lap [ Gasping .]
as if it was like a seat belt.
[ Whimpering .]
I'm freaking out.
I'm going, "Holy [bleep.]
.
What is happening right now?" I don't know what to do at this point.
I look over at the door towards the kitchen, and the curtains on the outside of the kitchen door are moving.
And I notice that the handle on the door is moving [ Door knob rattling .]
as if somebody is on the other side of that door wiggling that handle.
[ Rattling continues .]
I start breathing heavier because I don't know what to expect.
[ Rattling continues .]
I did try to get up, but that smoky hand was not letting me get up.
It almost felt like it was keeping me there for a reason.
[ Clock ticking .]
I started to get this weird, calming sensation while it was on me still, as if to say, "It's okay.
You're protected," like I wasn't alone, but I wasn't alone in a good sense.
So I just remained to sit there, trying to stay calm, which was impossible to do.
I was so scared, but I knew I had to get through that kitchen to get to my mom.
At this point, I'm waking her up, because I'm so scared, I don't know what else to do.
And all of a sudden, it was like the hand started to loosen up so that it was letting me slowly get up off the couch.
And as I looked into the kitchen, I try to make sense out of what seems to be standing there.
But I have that sick feeling in my stomach that it's not something good.
Another creepy-as-freak thing happening -- There's these dark, cloaked figures standing just off of the living room where the flowers had been set.
I'm even more freaked out now.
I can't see no faces on these things.
There had to have been about 20 or 30 of them standing in my kitchen, all faced towards the door that I need to come out of.
But I notice as I'm looking through these curtains that there's this big, white barrier, as if it was blocking those things from getting out into that back room where I was.
I was freaked out, but the white light was almost giving me a sense of, I was safe.
And as I pushed the door open into the kitchen, it was like all the dark, cloaked figures vanished into, like, thin air.
And that was the scariest night of my life.
I don't think that this entity was my grandfather.
I thought of the situation over and over again in my head, and I don't think that my grandfather would've been asking, "Where's Jill?" on my bedroom mirror with my lipstick.
I think, that night, all of these events took place because of bringing those flowers home from the funeral home.
I believe that the flower container acted as some kind of container for some kind of spiritual entity to sit in until we got back to my house.
I did end up going to see a psychic shortly after this all happened, and I had a psychic tell me that there was a lot of negative, strong male spirits attached to those flowers.
Apparently, I act as some kind of an empath to be able to pick up on these energies.
I almost feel like white light has always been something of a protective thing, so when I seen the smoky white hand come over my lap, it was almost like the white smoky hand was like a protection of whatever was about to come.
[ Clock ticking .]
Hey there.
Want some lemonade? -Yes, please.
-Oh, yeah, me too.
All right.
I remember sitting on my parents' front porch -- hot day, was just trying to catch a breeze, trying to relax, enjoy the weather with myself, my mother, my father, just having a nice, cool glass of lemonade, playing a couple games of euchre.
Steve, honey, why don't you go down to the pantry and grab a can of the tomatoes and a can of the beans, okay? They're on the top shelf.
Mom, you know I don't like the basement.
-I know.
I know.
-Hey, come on, my man.
You can manage it.
Mom was talking about getting dinner ready.
She had asked me to go downstairs to our pantry, which was located in the basement.
As I began to walk towards the pantry, I heard something coming from the upstairs bathroom.
Reluctantly, I went in.
[ Water trickling .]
[ Water continues .]
As I make my way to the washroom to investigate where the sound was coming from, I was extremely nervous.
I felt like I was walking into a wall offrozen.
It was freezing cold.
[ Water trickling .]
I -- I wiggle the -- wiggle the handle.
It stops.
Everything else in the bathroom seemed to be normal, nothing out of place, nothing unusual.
Over my shoulder in the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something.
I couldn't make out if there was anything there.
[ Rustling .]
[ Faint, eerie laugh .]
The shower curtain started moving and shaking and rustling.
There was no cross breeze.
The vent for the washroom was behind the door.
There was no reason for that shower curtain to be moving the way it did.
[ Rustling .]
And I got out of there as fast as I could.
It scared the crap out of me.
[ Giggles .]
I run down the stairs, go down to the basement to get the canned food.
[ Door creaks .]
I never really liked going down to the basement, but this night was -- this night was different.
I wasn't really sure if I was imagining, was I seeing things, or even if it was real.
[ Eerie cackling .]
It was a very uneasy feeling.
Every hair on my body stood up.
You always felt like there was eyes on you.
There wassomething.
[ Clicks .]
[ Heart beating .]
Pulled the wire to turn on that single light bulb, and again I could feel heaviness.
[ Heart beating .]
[ Faint wailing .]
[ Heart beating .]
[ Door creaks .]
I grabbed what I could and got out of there as fast as I could.
Two hands push me.
[ Sinister laugh .]
All of a sudden, the light went off by itself.
[ Sinister laughing .]
It was like somebody had pulled the tab for me and turned off the light.
My hands were sweaty.
My hands were shaking and I wanted to look back to see if -- Was there something following me? But I didn't.
I didn't want to look.
I didn't want to know.
My mind's going everywhere, couldn't understand what was happening.
Was I seeing things? What was I feeling? Was it real? I didn't know what to think.
I was freaked out when I got outside.
Where's the cans? And Mom wondered what took me so long.
took you so long? We were waiting all day I just kind of shrugged it off and just try to relax, try to calm down and put whatever that feeling I had aside and just try to move on.
[ Sinister laughing .]
[ Rustling .]
The shower curtain started moving and shaking and rustling.
There was no reason for that shower curtain to be moving the way it did.
And I grabbed what I could and got out of there as fast as I could.
Two hands push me.
[ Sinister laughing .]
All of a sudden, the light went off by itself.
[ Screaming .]
[ Clock ticking .]
Going to bed that evening, still feeling a little uneasy of the events of that day I was a little scared, carefully opening the closet.
Kind of looking around to make sure there was nobody there.
[ Click .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
I laid down, and eventually I fell asleep.
[ Clock ticking .]
I woke up suddenly with a feeling there was movement on my bed.
So I'm just kind of kicking to try to push away whatever that may have been.
I couldn't see anything, but I could feel it, could feel something coming closer and closer.
As it was crawling up on me, I look up.
It looked like blackness kind of formed.
It was coming up over the foot of my bed into -- I don't even want to say human, because I don't even think it was.
[ Rustling .]
[ Rustling continues .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
I couldn't whisper.
I couldn't scream.
I couldn't talk.
I was laying there completely paralyzed.
I wanted to fight.
I wanted to fight and kick and move, but the only thing I could move was my hands.
And I grabbed that mattress and my bedsheet as tight as I could.
[ Rustling .]
[ Rustling .]
Whatever it was, it had a very dark black aura around it.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't scream.
I couldn't make even -- shed a tear.
It felt like it went on forever.
All of a sudden, it -- it disappeared.
It was gone.
[ Sinister laughing .]
And I felt the pressure release.
I looked around to make sure there was nothing there.
I was completely out of breath.
I was sweating.
I was shaking.
I left the room as fast as I could and went to the rec room.
Turned on the TV just to try to relax, maybe fall asleep on the couch and forget about what had just happened.
[ Click .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
[ Rustling .]
My parents were sleeping, and I don't think they'd understand if they'd even believe me.
[ Whoosh, eerie wail .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
As I'm watching TV it started to feel really cold, really cold really fast, and all I could think of was, "No, not again, not again.
" [ Rustling .]
The shower curtain started moving and shaking and rustling.
There was no reason for that shower curtain to be moving the way it did.
And I grabbed what I could and got out of there as fast as I could.
Two hands push me.
[ Sinister laughing .]
All of a sudden, the light went off by itself.
As it was crawling up on me, I look up.
It looked like black mist kind of formed.
It was coming up over the foot of my bed.
I left the room as fast as I could and went to the rec room.
[ Heart beating .]
Grabbed a blanket, curled up, try to -- It's like a little protection.
Try to protect myself and keep warm.
And I could start to see my breath.
I didn't know what to think.
I was terrified, thinking, "It's happening again.
" [ Click, flickering .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
I looked around to make sure there was nothing -- I couldn't see anything.
I wanted to make sure that what I saw upstairs wasn't now down here in the rec room.
I was extremely nervous.
Couldn't stop looking around.
I wanted to make sure there was nothing else in that room with me.
I wanted to get out of there again as fast as I could without looking back.
I stand up.
I jump up and throw the blankets off me to get away, just to get out of that rec room.
Aah! I had a feeling whatever pushed was probably what I felt in the basement and in my bedroom.
[ Panting .]
And I couldn't move.
I tried to look over my shoulders, but I couldn't see anything.
And I was frozen.
I didn't know what to do.
I could see it again.
I was frozen, staring at this -- thisthing.
I was just locked -- locked in its eyes.
It was dark.
It was -- The eyes were transparent.
I was terrified.
I was -- I couldn't move as it stood there and stared at me.
The room was absolutely frozen.
Every breath you made, you could see it.
And as terrified and frozen as I was, I didn't know what was going to happen next.
[ Rustling .]
Whatever this was doubled -- doubled in size in this mist.
Like, a dark gray, black cloud formed around it, and it just filled the room.
It felt like it filled the entire room.
There was a very strong force to this.
And again, I couldn't move.
There was nothing I could do to get away from this.
It embraced me in its -- in its power and held metight.
It wrapped itself around me.
[ Sinister laughing .]
Absolutely petrified.
Whatever this was had me in its grip, and I could not get away.
[ Sinister laughing .]
Every breath, I felt like it was my last.
[ Sinister laughing .]
I -- Just so much fear -- fear and then anger took over, and I couldn't see anything.
I felt like this was it.
It had me in its power.
No! Leave me alone! No! Go away! It left.
It released me and just faded.
It -- the -- it just faded away, and it was gone.
I ran up those stairs, and I never looked back.
I was up those stairs.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
I ran straight up to my bedroom, and I don't think I slept a wink that night.
That was the scariest night of my life.
Before that night, I -- No, I really didn't feel like something was ever going to hurt me.
I always felt there was something different.
Something was off about that basement.
The crawl space, the pantry, it was very -- You always felt uneasy, very uneasy.
As an adult, years later, I -- Uh, an ex-girlfriend, she was a -- she was a medium.
She was in the basement with myself, um, years later, and she said to me, "There's something here.
It's not human.
" I didn't really -- I kind of shrugged it off and didn't really pay much attention to it.
Then she mentioned a name, and I thought, "How could she know this name?" This name was an old neighbor's daughter from years, years before.
And I communicated with that individual years later, and she confirmed a lot of the same story that I felt on that terrifying night.
And it never happened again.
-December 12th, 2011.
-August 29th, 1982.
-December 1st, 2000.
June 15th, 1991.
was the scariest night was the scariest night was the scariest night was the scariest night was the scariest night of my life.
I'm scared, but I'm angry as to why it's only happening to me.
Every hair on my body stood up, and I was frozen.
WOMAN: I'm freaking out.
The handle on the door is moving.
No, not again, not again.
On the mirror, it says, "Where's Jill?" in red lipstick.
Whatever this was had me in its grip.
WOMAN: I have sick feeling in my stomach that it's not something good.
And I could not get away.
[ Children giggling .]
JILL: That day, we had just got home from my grandfather's funeral.
He was a very well-liked man.
There was lots of people that attended his funeral.
We were pretty close growing up.
We always used to get together and have coffee.
He was always around.
We'd go up to his cottage and spend the weekends.
I loved him as a grandfather.
I was very sad when he passed away.
It was a nice service.
Dad would've loved it.
-Yeah.
-Sweet seeing everybody, too.
[ Door closes .]
My mom decided to bring home a vase of flowers that night and I was very unsure of them the entire car ride home.
[ Eerie wailing .]
Are you sure you should've taken those? Why not? They're beautiful.
I'm not sure if it was because they were in a funeral home all weekend.
Yeah, but they're from the funeral.
Like But something about them just didn't feel right.
You worry too much.
I'm not sure if it was because she was so unsettled about being at the funeral all day and dealing with all the other family members being so emotional, so she didn't really pay much mind to me when I had said that I didn't really feel right about the flowers.
As soon as we got home, she had set them in the main family living room area.
I just wanted to stay clear of that area because I had such an uneasy feeling about them.
So I kind of just went and did my own thing up in my bedroom.
[ Clock ticking .]
[ Water running .]
[ Sighs .]
So I'm getting changed in my bedroom, and I hear water running.
[ Water running .]
And I'm not really sure where it's coming from.
So I go into the bathroom and I see the bathroom tap's on.
[ Turns water off .]
But then I see the bathtub and the shower head on [ Water running .]
and I'm thinking to myself, "Something just doesn't feel right here.
" My family wouldn't play these kinds of pranks on me, especially on a night that I was coming back from burying my grandfather.
[ Crickets chirping .]
I was kind of freaked out because nobody was upstairs in the house.
So I went back into my room, sat down to try and read a book for a bit.
But my mind was kind of a little bit too occupied with all the emotions from the day, and I had that feeling of the hair standing up on the back of my neck.
And I just had that feeling that "you're not alone.
" And then I hear water running again.
So I go back into the bathroom [ Water running .]
and sure enough, the bathroom taps are on again.
The bathroom tub is on again.
The shower is on again.
Mom? Dad? JILL: Nobody was upstairs.
My mom and dad were downstairs watching TV at that point.
So I'm starting to get really creeped out.
I was questioning myself for a little bit because I thought maybe I was tired.
Maybe I didn't turn them off.
But, no, I know I turned those knobs off.
I would not have left them running.
The water was really steaming hot.
It was so hot that the mirror was fogged up in the bathroom.
You could've wrote something in the mirror because of how foggy it was.
I didn't really want to cause a panic by going to my parents, but I was really afraid.
I definitely was not alone.
I was afraid enough that I didn't want to be upstairs in the house anymore.
[ Dripping .]
[ Clock ticking .]
I decided to go downstairs and go see my mom for a bit, just kind of get into a different room.
Maybe I'd have a different vibe.
Maybe I wouldn't feel like something was watching me or right there with me.
I didn't mention anything to her because I didn't want to bring it up and cause more upset that night.
So I gave my mom and dad a hug and a kiss good night.
They were getting ready for bed, and I decided to make myself a little snack.
While I was in the kitchen, I still felt like something was watching me.
In fact, I felt like it was following me.
That uneasy feeling of something being there wasn't going away.
I'm on my way back upstairs.
I'm feeling really uneasy and cautious going up there, knowing the experience I just had with the bathroom taps.
And all of a sudden, I hear this big, loud crash.
[ Shattering .]
I immediately drop my plate because I was so startled by the noise that it made.
I'm surprised that it didn't wake my parents up.
At this point, I was feeling like this definitely had to do with the flowers coming back from the funeral home.
But I was freaked right out walking up those stairs.
And I didn't know what it would've been that could've made such a big noise.
I did not know what I was going to expect turning that corner into my bedroom.
I was questioning myself for a little bit because I thought maybe I was tired.
Maybe I didn't turn them off, but, no, I know I turned those knobs off.
I would not have left them running.
And all of a sudden, I hear this big, loud crash.
[ Thud, shattering .]
I was freaked right out walking up those stairs.
[ Screams .]
The crash just sounded like something fell off of my dresser, but I didn't really have anything on my dresser that big that could've made that noise.
I was so scared.
I began to open my bedroom door.
And as I walk in, I notice that my favorite perfume bottle is on the floor leaking, causing this huge smell of perfume whiff when you walked into the door.
It was like somebody had taken my bottle and threw it off of my dresser.
It felt really cold, as if there was a window or something open.
I was so scared.
I was shaking because I didn't understand why this was happening to me.
[ Door slams .]
But then the door shuts.
[ Rustling .]
But it shuts as if somebody was shutting it from the outside.
[ Eerie laugh .]
And that really creeped me out.
And I tried to holler out, "Who is there?" But nobody answered me back.
And that just made it even more fearful for me.
[ Clock ticking .]
So I began to investigate my room just to make sure that there wasn't anything else out of place no clothes missing out of my closet.
There was nothing missing off my dressers.
All my jewelry was there.
I didn't know what this was, what it wanted.
I was an emotional mess, and I didn't know what to do.
Why is it just happening now? Then I thought to myself, "The flowers that we brought home from my grandfather's funeral.
" It was like this wave of "You're right" came over me.
And I knew right then and there that it had something to do with the flowers downstairs in the living room.
And I turn around to go sit down in my makeup table and lo and behold, on the mirror, it says, "Where's Jill?" in red lipstick.
Somebody's definitely looking for me.
I was just looking at that mirror 10 seconds ago, and there was nothing on it.
And I look down, and there's a lipstick open on my makeup table.
I'm going, "Holy crap.
I don't know what to do.
" I can't go wake my mom and dad up and tell them this.
They're going to think I'm nuts.
[ Panting .]
Ran down the stairs faster than I've ever ran before in my life.
[ Panting .]
I'm scared, but I'm angry as to why it's only happening to me, because I don't know how I'm going to explain this to anybody else in the house.
I was very pissed off at my mom for bringing home those flowers.
I told her the whole car ride home that there was something about them that I didn't like, and I really wish she would've just listened to me.
I went down into the back room, which was like a smoking area.
I have no way of explaining this to my mom without her thinking that I'm just messed up from everything that's happened today.
I'm emotional.
I'm seeing things.
This is happening, and I don't know what to do at this point now.
[ Door creaks, slams .]
[ Gasping .]
I was so scared, I was shaking, because I didn't understand why this was happening to me.
I can't go wake my mom and dad up and tell them this.
They're going to think I'm nuts.
Ran down the stairs faster than I've ever ran before in my life.
[ Screams .]
I have no idea what to do.
I don't want to get out of that room because I feel like everywhere else in the house I'm being watched, or something's following me.
Trying to calm my nerves, trying to make sense out of everything, but I'm not making sense out of much other than the flowers.
I'm shaking with fear.
So I plan on just sitting right there, sitting there for the whole night if I had to, because of how scared I was to go back up into my room.
As I was sitting there, I notice that the temperature in the room dropped so much so that it was like it wasn't just my cigarette smoke I was exhaling.
It was freezing.
I had to grab the blanket off the back of the couch and wrap myself up because it was so cold.
I felt myself getting very uneasy in my stomach.
I was dizzy, and I felt a bit of vertigo.
As I was sitting there, I looked down at my lap, and I noticed this big, smoky hand figure coming over my lap [ Gasping .]
as if it was like a seat belt.
[ Whimpering .]
I'm freaking out.
I'm going, "Holy [bleep.]
.
What is happening right now?" I don't know what to do at this point.
I look over at the door towards the kitchen, and the curtains on the outside of the kitchen door are moving.
And I notice that the handle on the door is moving [ Door knob rattling .]
as if somebody is on the other side of that door wiggling that handle.
[ Rattling continues .]
I start breathing heavier because I don't know what to expect.
[ Rattling continues .]
I did try to get up, but that smoky hand was not letting me get up.
It almost felt like it was keeping me there for a reason.
[ Clock ticking .]
I started to get this weird, calming sensation while it was on me still, as if to say, "It's okay.
You're protected," like I wasn't alone, but I wasn't alone in a good sense.
So I just remained to sit there, trying to stay calm, which was impossible to do.
I was so scared, but I knew I had to get through that kitchen to get to my mom.
At this point, I'm waking her up, because I'm so scared, I don't know what else to do.
And all of a sudden, it was like the hand started to loosen up so that it was letting me slowly get up off the couch.
And as I looked into the kitchen, I try to make sense out of what seems to be standing there.
But I have that sick feeling in my stomach that it's not something good.
Another creepy-as-freak thing happening -- There's these dark, cloaked figures standing just off of the living room where the flowers had been set.
I'm even more freaked out now.
I can't see no faces on these things.
There had to have been about 20 or 30 of them standing in my kitchen, all faced towards the door that I need to come out of.
But I notice as I'm looking through these curtains that there's this big, white barrier, as if it was blocking those things from getting out into that back room where I was.
I was freaked out, but the white light was almost giving me a sense of, I was safe.
And as I pushed the door open into the kitchen, it was like all the dark, cloaked figures vanished into, like, thin air.
And that was the scariest night of my life.
I don't think that this entity was my grandfather.
I thought of the situation over and over again in my head, and I don't think that my grandfather would've been asking, "Where's Jill?" on my bedroom mirror with my lipstick.
I think, that night, all of these events took place because of bringing those flowers home from the funeral home.
I believe that the flower container acted as some kind of container for some kind of spiritual entity to sit in until we got back to my house.
I did end up going to see a psychic shortly after this all happened, and I had a psychic tell me that there was a lot of negative, strong male spirits attached to those flowers.
Apparently, I act as some kind of an empath to be able to pick up on these energies.
I almost feel like white light has always been something of a protective thing, so when I seen the smoky white hand come over my lap, it was almost like the white smoky hand was like a protection of whatever was about to come.
[ Clock ticking .]
Hey there.
Want some lemonade? -Yes, please.
-Oh, yeah, me too.
All right.
I remember sitting on my parents' front porch -- hot day, was just trying to catch a breeze, trying to relax, enjoy the weather with myself, my mother, my father, just having a nice, cool glass of lemonade, playing a couple games of euchre.
Steve, honey, why don't you go down to the pantry and grab a can of the tomatoes and a can of the beans, okay? They're on the top shelf.
Mom, you know I don't like the basement.
-I know.
I know.
-Hey, come on, my man.
You can manage it.
Mom was talking about getting dinner ready.
She had asked me to go downstairs to our pantry, which was located in the basement.
As I began to walk towards the pantry, I heard something coming from the upstairs bathroom.
Reluctantly, I went in.
[ Water trickling .]
[ Water continues .]
As I make my way to the washroom to investigate where the sound was coming from, I was extremely nervous.
I felt like I was walking into a wall offrozen.
It was freezing cold.
[ Water trickling .]
I -- I wiggle the -- wiggle the handle.
It stops.
Everything else in the bathroom seemed to be normal, nothing out of place, nothing unusual.
Over my shoulder in the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something.
I couldn't make out if there was anything there.
[ Rustling .]
[ Faint, eerie laugh .]
The shower curtain started moving and shaking and rustling.
There was no cross breeze.
The vent for the washroom was behind the door.
There was no reason for that shower curtain to be moving the way it did.
[ Rustling .]
And I got out of there as fast as I could.
It scared the crap out of me.
[ Giggles .]
I run down the stairs, go down to the basement to get the canned food.
[ Door creaks .]
I never really liked going down to the basement, but this night was -- this night was different.
I wasn't really sure if I was imagining, was I seeing things, or even if it was real.
[ Eerie cackling .]
It was a very uneasy feeling.
Every hair on my body stood up.
You always felt like there was eyes on you.
There wassomething.
[ Clicks .]
[ Heart beating .]
Pulled the wire to turn on that single light bulb, and again I could feel heaviness.
[ Heart beating .]
[ Faint wailing .]
[ Heart beating .]
[ Door creaks .]
I grabbed what I could and got out of there as fast as I could.
Two hands push me.
[ Sinister laugh .]
All of a sudden, the light went off by itself.
[ Sinister laughing .]
It was like somebody had pulled the tab for me and turned off the light.
My hands were sweaty.
My hands were shaking and I wanted to look back to see if -- Was there something following me? But I didn't.
I didn't want to look.
I didn't want to know.
My mind's going everywhere, couldn't understand what was happening.
Was I seeing things? What was I feeling? Was it real? I didn't know what to think.
I was freaked out when I got outside.
Where's the cans? And Mom wondered what took me so long.
took you so long? We were waiting all day I just kind of shrugged it off and just try to relax, try to calm down and put whatever that feeling I had aside and just try to move on.
[ Sinister laughing .]
[ Rustling .]
The shower curtain started moving and shaking and rustling.
There was no reason for that shower curtain to be moving the way it did.
And I grabbed what I could and got out of there as fast as I could.
Two hands push me.
[ Sinister laughing .]
All of a sudden, the light went off by itself.
[ Screaming .]
[ Clock ticking .]
Going to bed that evening, still feeling a little uneasy of the events of that day I was a little scared, carefully opening the closet.
Kind of looking around to make sure there was nobody there.
[ Click .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
I laid down, and eventually I fell asleep.
[ Clock ticking .]
I woke up suddenly with a feeling there was movement on my bed.
So I'm just kind of kicking to try to push away whatever that may have been.
I couldn't see anything, but I could feel it, could feel something coming closer and closer.
As it was crawling up on me, I look up.
It looked like blackness kind of formed.
It was coming up over the foot of my bed into -- I don't even want to say human, because I don't even think it was.
[ Rustling .]
[ Rustling continues .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
I couldn't whisper.
I couldn't scream.
I couldn't talk.
I was laying there completely paralyzed.
I wanted to fight.
I wanted to fight and kick and move, but the only thing I could move was my hands.
And I grabbed that mattress and my bedsheet as tight as I could.
[ Rustling .]
[ Rustling .]
Whatever it was, it had a very dark black aura around it.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't scream.
I couldn't make even -- shed a tear.
It felt like it went on forever.
All of a sudden, it -- it disappeared.
It was gone.
[ Sinister laughing .]
And I felt the pressure release.
I looked around to make sure there was nothing there.
I was completely out of breath.
I was sweating.
I was shaking.
I left the room as fast as I could and went to the rec room.
Turned on the TV just to try to relax, maybe fall asleep on the couch and forget about what had just happened.
[ Click .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
[ Rustling .]
My parents were sleeping, and I don't think they'd understand if they'd even believe me.
[ Whoosh, eerie wail .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
As I'm watching TV it started to feel really cold, really cold really fast, and all I could think of was, "No, not again, not again.
" [ Rustling .]
The shower curtain started moving and shaking and rustling.
There was no reason for that shower curtain to be moving the way it did.
And I grabbed what I could and got out of there as fast as I could.
Two hands push me.
[ Sinister laughing .]
All of a sudden, the light went off by itself.
As it was crawling up on me, I look up.
It looked like black mist kind of formed.
It was coming up over the foot of my bed.
I left the room as fast as I could and went to the rec room.
[ Heart beating .]
Grabbed a blanket, curled up, try to -- It's like a little protection.
Try to protect myself and keep warm.
And I could start to see my breath.
I didn't know what to think.
I was terrified, thinking, "It's happening again.
" [ Click, flickering .]
[ Sinister laughing .]
I looked around to make sure there was nothing -- I couldn't see anything.
I wanted to make sure that what I saw upstairs wasn't now down here in the rec room.
I was extremely nervous.
Couldn't stop looking around.
I wanted to make sure there was nothing else in that room with me.
I wanted to get out of there again as fast as I could without looking back.
I stand up.
I jump up and throw the blankets off me to get away, just to get out of that rec room.
Aah! I had a feeling whatever pushed was probably what I felt in the basement and in my bedroom.
[ Panting .]
And I couldn't move.
I tried to look over my shoulders, but I couldn't see anything.
And I was frozen.
I didn't know what to do.
I could see it again.
I was frozen, staring at this -- thisthing.
I was just locked -- locked in its eyes.
It was dark.
It was -- The eyes were transparent.
I was terrified.
I was -- I couldn't move as it stood there and stared at me.
The room was absolutely frozen.
Every breath you made, you could see it.
And as terrified and frozen as I was, I didn't know what was going to happen next.
[ Rustling .]
Whatever this was doubled -- doubled in size in this mist.
Like, a dark gray, black cloud formed around it, and it just filled the room.
It felt like it filled the entire room.
There was a very strong force to this.
And again, I couldn't move.
There was nothing I could do to get away from this.
It embraced me in its -- in its power and held metight.
It wrapped itself around me.
[ Sinister laughing .]
Absolutely petrified.
Whatever this was had me in its grip, and I could not get away.
[ Sinister laughing .]
Every breath, I felt like it was my last.
[ Sinister laughing .]
I -- Just so much fear -- fear and then anger took over, and I couldn't see anything.
I felt like this was it.
It had me in its power.
No! Leave me alone! No! Go away! It left.
It released me and just faded.
It -- the -- it just faded away, and it was gone.
I ran up those stairs, and I never looked back.
I was up those stairs.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
I ran straight up to my bedroom, and I don't think I slept a wink that night.
That was the scariest night of my life.
Before that night, I -- No, I really didn't feel like something was ever going to hurt me.
I always felt there was something different.
Something was off about that basement.
The crawl space, the pantry, it was very -- You always felt uneasy, very uneasy.
As an adult, years later, I -- Uh, an ex-girlfriend, she was a -- she was a medium.
She was in the basement with myself, um, years later, and she said to me, "There's something here.
It's not human.
" I didn't really -- I kind of shrugged it off and didn't really pay much attention to it.
Then she mentioned a name, and I thought, "How could she know this name?" This name was an old neighbor's daughter from years, years before.
And I communicated with that individual years later, and she confirmed a lot of the same story that I felt on that terrifying night.
And it never happened again.