Something Evil Lurks in My Grandmother’s House

Welcome to true scary story. Something dark and unexplainable has lingered for decades at a grandmother's house in Long Beach, California, and it's still happening today. My name is Edwin and he is Cassidy. It's true scary story. In two thousand and three, I was roughly five or six years old. Me and my family had just gotten back from a vacation in Texas. We all stayed at my grandmother's house because it was closer than ours and almost everybody was exhausted from the long drive. I had slept off and on in the car, so I was almost wide awake, but not fully. It was around I want to say, two am, and I was in the living room watching one of my DVDs. I got through about half of it and I heard the floor creak from upstairs. Then footsteps came down the stairs and they stopped at the bottom. Then there was another creak in the kitchen. I figured it was my cousin because he would always come downstairs and get like a midnight snack or something. But after a few minutes I didn't hear him go back up. It was around fifteen minutes later the kitchen floor creaked again, heavier and louder before my cousin. He was very scrawny at the time. There was no possible way for the Florida creak that much under his footsteps. My parents would always tell me that it was just my imagination whenever I would hear certain sounds, so I believed them At the time. I ignored it for a minute, and out of nowhere, everything in the room just felt heavy. I turned around and I looked into the kitchen. That was the first time I saw it. It was staring directly back at me. It was a big, black, shadowy mass. It had a very white, small piercing to red dots, which I'm just assuming you're its eyes. It had a face, however, it was just blurry and disoriented. I tried to scream, but no sound came out because I was just that terrified. It didn't move at all. It was just standing there in the corner. After a few minutes, it just disappeared through that door that's right next to the stairs that leads to our laundry room. It went just straight through the closed door. I ran straight upstairs. Once that heavy feeling was gone, I stayed in my parents' room for that night, I didn't sleep. We went back to our house a couple days later. That's when I mentioned to my mom exactly what I had saw. Her response was the same as it always was, me, has just your imagination. We'll make sure your cousin stops watching scary movies around you. I didn't sleep well for about a month after that. At this point, I had grown insomnia and sleep paralysis from seeing this thing. Looking back at it, I feel like she believed me. However, at that time I think that she just didn't want to scare me. She started to burn sage around the house almost daily. I never knew exactly why at the time, but the shadow person went away. One experience that I had without that same shadowy mass thing was just shadows around the house. If I went into the kitchen or something, I would see one in the corner of my eye, But whenever I would turn my head, it would just go back behind the wall it was, or go back behind whatever it was behind in the first place, almost as if it didn't want to be seen. It was the day of my twelfth birthday. Everything went well when I had the average birthday party that a twelve year old would have on my family, my friends. It was just a big party. Everybody had left already because it was around eleven PM. I was in bed, almost about to fall asleep. I decided to turn on my TV. I don't know why, but I fall asleep. I woke up. I felt like I couldn't breathe correctly, and the energy in the room. Once I became aware it felt the same as it had before at my grandmother's house. I opened my eyes. That is when I saw it for the second time. It was standing at the edge of my bed, this time just staring back at me with the same red eyes as it had before. My door across the room from me slammed. I screamed and my mom mushed, and within a matter of seconds it was gone. My mom was yelling what happened? What happened? Are you okay? Just over and over and over, and then she sat on the bed with me, trying to comfort me. I looked at her and her face was just pale. I had three long scratches on my chest and bruising around my neck that almost looked like fingerprints. The first thing she said after noticing these things was, you're not sleeping in here anymore. After about a week of me not sleeping in my bed dream anymore, she decided to start cleansing again. That didn't work this time. I don't think it was enough. My parents began arguing, which wasn't like them. They've always been a very happy couple. At that point, they were together for a little over twenty years. Everybody in the house just became extremely negative. Within a few months, they had gotten divorced. I remember two months after they divorced, my mom had called my grandma to come over. I had no idea what they were talking about. But after that, my mom just became severely religious. She would constantly play over me in my room, the how she would constantly bless the house. She was doing more stage than before. She had put up crosses everywhere in the house, and it was just a constant cycle. We continued this for months, and at this time she got sick. It was cancer, which came completely out of nowhere. Like cancer usually does. The timing of it. It just wind up a little bit too much. That's when she decided that we're going to need professional help. She started getting a priest to come around because she didn't have the energy from the chemo to do everything like she was before. So he would bless the house twice a week, I think it was, and he would bless my cousin, He would bless me, my mom, just everything. It seemed to me helping, but it was just too much, I think, for everybody, and my cousin ended up moving out. He was seventeen. Me and my mother were still severely negative, but after he left the house about a week after, he was just back to his normal self. I was still having the same shadow the ones that just hide when I look at them. They never would scare me, so I wasn't necessarily scared of them because there wasn't any bad energy when I would see them, unlike with the other things. It was a Sunday morning and my mom had woken me up way earlier than she normally would, and me, being a very moody teenager, I was like, mah, what do you want? And then she said this in a tone that was just heart stopping, if that makes sense, because my mom isn't a very serious person. She's always been very bubbly, like I was before all of this happened. She sat on my bed on the edge of it and she was like, we need to talk. This was the moment that changed everything for me for the rest of my life, including today. The first thing that she said was I believe you. My jaw dropped pretty much. She finally had told me what her and my grandmother had spoken about that day. She told me what my grandma had done years prior to their conversation. It was the seventies. She had wronged the lady and the lady had threatened to curse us that would follow through the women in the bloodline. It obviously didn't want to believe it. But my mom, who was very shaken up as she was telling me this, she described the same shadowy figure like the one that had the very heavy energy. She described that to a teeth and we had been seeing the same exact thing. It's just been a pattern. My mother has a sister as well, a twin sister, and she had a baby girl that is my cousin, and the same thing happened to her. I almost had a sense of relief because I wasn't only one. My grandma hadn't mentioned anything to my mom until that one day they sat down and had talked. This was the point where everything slightly goes blank. I don't remember much from that day, but right after she told me that information, then she let me know that it's not going to go away, and that it's never going to go away. Anyone who knew me knows that I have always wanted to be a mother, So when my mother told me that I wasn't going to be able to have a baby girl without risking her having the same trauma and seeing that same figure as us, to say the least, I was very heartbroken. After I learned that it was bloodline related, I moved out and I moved into a small house. Now I'm now twenty one and I am married. I still see that shadowy mass pretty frequently because I'm not cleansing the house like my mother and the priest were doing before. To make everything stop, I was going to church, but that was all I could really do. So I have now come to terms with the fact that this is not going to go away, and I'm still going to see that same thing regardless to what I do. Considering it's only physically harmed me once, I just don't bother with it. When I see it, I'm obviously terrified, but I feel as though it can't really hurt me anymore because I'm not letting it. When the first and the last physical attack happened, I was twelve, so I feel as though I couldn't really force it not to hurt me. But now that I am older and I have the turd more, it just stands in the corner. Now. I still have minor experiences with the shadow people who duck behind the doors, but I'm still not getting anything bad from them. I think they're just lost, honestly, and they're not quite sure how to move on. I am no longer living in Arizona, I visit pretty frequently just because my mother is here. I am so haunted by this on a day daily basis, and I hope that my story would help somebody who's going through something similar that is bloodline related, will make them feel less alone, which is the whole reason why I'm sharing this. You can support the shows and stories by trying out Scary Plus or dropping some stars for us in the reviews. If you liked it, so forget a tap, follow so you again next week's story. If you want to share a story with the rest of us, head on over to True scarystory dot com. Links to everything are in the description of this episode. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, See you soon.