On Grant Street in Denver, Colorado, a house stands. It stands as testimony to something sinister that happened to those who walk by it and know what has happened within its walls. Other just pass by and glance at it like it is another old house. Most people find that when you pass it, your eyes are either drawn to the windows to see what lives within or you are compelled to look away so you don't have to. Amy stayed at that house for three years before convincing her husband that they had to move. Jeff, a practical man, was a civil engineer and often traveled around the country and occasionally the world because of his career. Amy never felt like he neglected them but she did miss him. Sometimes her son Jeremiah would cry because he missed his daddy. He was only six, and could not understand why his daddy could not just do his job in their own hometown.
But while he was away, he provided for them well. Even though he was barely there, he made sure they lived comfortably, almost luxuriously and made sure they had everything they needed. Amy knew he loved them. She just wished that she could see more of him. The house had been a surprise for them and she had been delighted when they had moved in. Everything was perfect, down to the lawn, which was cleanly mowed, and the picket fence all painted white. Something tugged at her senses though when Jeremiah started crying the minute they walked in. The thought that something was wrong crossed her mind but left as quickly as it had come. She had been sleeping one night when she awoke to find someone looking down at her from the foot of her bed. She had screamed and thrown her pillow at him, but he disappeared. Thinking that maybe the man had been the reminder of a dream she had been having, she decided that she should not be too worried about it; she had always had a vivid imagination after all.
But things started to take a malicious turn once her husband left the first time after they got the house. Missing him very badly one night, she just sat there in her bed, trying to get to sleep, but only drifting in and out of consciousness. She was jerked awake by something that had simply given her one hell of a push: with so much force it threw her off the bed. Her eyes had flung open with the shock as she landed on the floor with a loud thud. In panic, she frantically scanned the area. But there was absolutely no one in the room. If anyone had been there and was able to leave at that speed, she would have been adequately worried. But the door was locked and the only who could have opened it form the outside was Jeremiah, who kept the key under his pillow in case the monsters under the bed came to bother him again. The windows could only be opened from the inside, so there was no question of anybody coming in through there either. She went back to sleep and slept peacefully for the next two nights until something even more disturbing happened.
She had been fast asleep when she had woken up to a throbbing pain in her head. She felt herself crash onto the floor and tried to figure out what had happened. She soon realized that something or someone had soundlessly picked her up and flung her against the wall. The movement had been so fast that she had only opened her eyes when she hit her head. She was so scared that she had just lain there, crumpled against the wall, shivering. Jeremiah had come into the room wondering where Mummy was because she was usually out by the time making him breakfast. She apologized and got up, saying that she had not been feeling very well. She made him breakfast and wanted to ask him whether anything had happened over the past few nights while he was sleeping. But she waited till they were outside and waiting for the bus before gently making her query. She was not sure why she did so. She just did not want anything that was in the house to hear her being concerned for her son. She felt that if it did, it would start to pick on him as well. He looked very curious when she asked, but said no.
Feeling slightly calmer, she went back into the living room and sat by the phone unable to decide whether or not she should call her husband. She felt she had to tell him but she did not want him to worry. What happened that night, repeated itself four more times over the next eight months or so. In between, Amy's husband came to visit her once. He was there for three weeks and while he was there, nothing happened. Because of that, she had decided not to tell him. But when he left, it started to happen all over again. At one point, she found herself so emotionally distraught that she could not even find the strength to leave the living room and go upstairs to the room she feared; her own. It was as if this thing was playing with her mind. Every time her husband left, it would come back to visit her and wreak havoc on her life and emotional stability. But every time he was there, it went into hibernation and pretended that it did not exist. The last time he left the house though, things took a different turn. Nothing attacked her for the next month, and she thought what had seemingly lived in her bedroom had left. Little did she know that it still dwelled in her house.
She found that out when she heard a noise coming from her basement one night. Scared that it might be an intruder, she took the pistol she now kept in her drawer and walked downstairs quietly. She opened the basement door. She switched on the light. She fell to the floor as something attacked her. She found herself being mauled by something she now realized was a dog. It looked like a huge overgrown Doberman with razor sharp teeth. She was trying to push it away with her arms but it kept aiming for her neck. For a split second she found herself eye to eye with the creature, and realized she was staring into eyes that were a deep yet bright red. She screamed and for a second she thought she heard someone answer her. The dog got up and walked down the basement stairs and just before it disappeared, she saw the outline of a figure bend down and pat it on the head before it disappeared as well. She sat on the top of the stairs and looked down, terrified. She ran up to the living room to call her husband and told him everything. Jeremiah and her stayed in a hotel that night and were out of the house permanently within a week.
She had been fast asleep when she had woken up to a throbbing pain in her head. She felt herself crash onto the floor and tried to figure out what had happened. She soon realized that something or someone had soundlessly picked her up and flung her against the wall. The movement had been so fast that she had only opened her eyes when she hit her head. She was so scared that she had just lain there, crumpled against the wall, shivering. Jeremiah had come into the room wondering where Mummy was because she was usually out by the time making him breakfast. She apologized and got up, saying that she had not been feeling very well. She made him breakfast and wanted to ask him whether anything had happened over the past few nights while he was sleeping. But she waited till they were outside and waiting for the bus before gently making her query. She was not sure why she did so. She just did not want anything that was in the house to hear her being concerned for her son. She felt that if it did, it would start to pick on him as well. He looked very curious when she asked, but said no.
Feeling slightly calmer, she went back into the living room and sat by the phone unable to decide whether or not she should call her husband. She felt she had to tell him but she did not want him to worry. What happened that night, repeated itself four more times over the next eight months or so. In between, Amy's husband came to visit her once. He was there for three weeks and while he was there, nothing happened. Because of that, she had decided not to tell him. But when he left, it started to happen all over again. At one point, she found herself so emotionally distraught that she could not even find the strength to leave the living room and go upstairs to the room she feared; her own. It was as if this thing was playing with her mind. Every time her husband left, it would come back to visit her and wreak havoc on her life and emotional stability. But every time he was there, it went into hibernation and pretended that it did not exist. The last time he left the house though, things took a different turn. Nothing attacked her for the next month, and she thought what had seemingly lived in her bedroom had left. Little did she know that it still dwelled in her house.
She found that out when she heard a noise coming from her basement one night. Scared that it might be an intruder, she took the pistol she now kept in her drawer and walked downstairs quietly. She opened the basement door. She switched on the light. She fell to the floor as something attacked her. She found herself being mauled by something she now realized was a dog. It looked like a huge overgrown Doberman with razor sharp teeth. She was trying to push it away with her arms but it kept aiming for her neck. For a split second she found herself eye to eye with the creature, and realized she was staring into eyes that were a deep yet bright red. She screamed and for a second she thought she heard someone answer her. The dog got up and walked down the basement stairs and just before it disappeared, she saw the outline of a figure bend down and pat it on the head before it disappeared as well. She sat on the top of the stairs and looked down, terrified. She ran up to the living room to call her husband and told him everything. Jeremiah and her stayed in a hotel that night and were out of the house permanently within a week.
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