![]() ![]() ![]() My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment. This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly "Spanish rock," alternative music but in Spanish. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite. I have been living here for about 12 years. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I don't believe I saw something supernatural, but I know I saw something. I went the fuck outside, into the daylight, and didn't go back in until she got home about 10 minutes later. ![]() I have no idea what it intended, but as soon as it entered the bathroom, the door closest to me just SLAMMED shut on it. I didn't move, didn't scream, nothing, I was just frozen, because it just fucking came at me, it RUSHED down the hall towards me. I can't say it turned around, it just, focused on me I guess. I distinctly remember when I saw it I wasn't afraid, just like, WTF? Then it noticed me looking at it. There was no sound that I could remember. it looked like black scribbles, like someone had scribbled a human shape, but the scribbles moved, like electricity arcing, that's the best way to describe it. It was maybe three feet tall, and it was only vaguely humanoid. and honest to god, this gives me goose bumps just typing it, 17 years later, a black figure. I was standing at my dresser, and I just noticed movement out the corner of my eye, and looked down there. From my bedroom, I could look across the hall into the bathroom, then through the bathroom and down the other hall. On the other side of the bathroom was a hallway that had windows in one side and two bedrooms on the other. There was a bedroom and living room on one side, then a bathroom with two entrances. The way the place was built was incredibly haphazard. She walked down the block to get a cup of coffee and cool off, and I was alone in the house. One day, my new wife and I were having an argument. In it's history, it had been a speakeasy, a brothel and a house for smuggling illegal immigrants. I was living in a house in Laguna Beach that had been there since the 1920s. "I didn't know that's what it was called until much later. ![]()
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