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that was built in 1870. I worked there 10 years and other people always heard bells, laughing, footsteps and stuff like that when they were the only people in the house, but I never experienced anything. The home was sold to new owners that would not be opening it for public tours, so our last weeks were spent doing inventories and mundane crap before we all started collecting our unemployment.
The night before my last day at work, I had a horrible nightmare. I never have nightmares, so it really freaked me out. In my dream, I was inside the house in the downstairs library library looking out the windows into the garden. All of a sudden I felt something behind me. I turned around and there was this black-hooded figure that I couldn't really make out real well, but an urgent sense of fright and danger came over me. I ran out of the library, accidentally knocking the table in the middle of the room. I heard the vase of flowers that was on the table hit the floor, but didn't turn around to check it out. After I ran out of the library, I ran into the parlor and my leg got hooked around the foot of the stool in front of the piano and I fell. I remember trying to get up and run so the "thing" wouldn't get me. I got up and as I was trying to run away I tripped on the throw rug in front of the parlor table and hit my arm on the edge of the table. I threw open the parlor doors and ran into the hallway, and was attempting to open the dining room doors so I could run through the dining room and out of the house, but the doorknob came off in my hand. I could hear the "thing" breathing behind me and I closed my eyes and screamed as the "thing" grabbed my forearms. My screaming must have woke me up at that point. My heart was racing, and I figured I better get up and get a glass of water to calm down. I looked at the clock to see what time it was, because I figured I would not be getting any more sleep that night...and it was midnight on the dot. What a freaky coincidence, I thought. I finally got back to sleep about 4:00 in the morning.
The next morning, I got up around 6:00 AM to get ready to go to work. I got ready to take a shower, and when I turned around and saw myself in the mirror, I just about threw up. I had bruises on my arms, my elbow, my knee and my ankle. After being really shaken by all this, I knew I couldn't stay home on my last day at work, so I got in the car and headed on in. When I got there, there were police cars up at the house. I went there to see what they were doing. When I got out of my car in front of the house, one of the tour guides came running and told me that they had called the police because the house had been broken into the prior night. I asked what had been taken. They said that they were doing an inventory, and it didn't appear that anything had been stolen, but there was stuff broken and tossed around inside the house. I really didn't want to know, but I asked what had been damaged. She told me that the vase on the downstairs library table had been knocked off the table onto the floor and had been broken, the piano stool was in the middle of the parlor, the rug in the parlor was all balled up, and the door knob on the dining room door was missing, in addition to the dining room door looking like it had been "clawed" by some kind of animal.
This incident almost put me in the psychiatric ward. I was a mess for weeks. I cried all of the time, and kept wondering why, and what whatever it was was trying to tell me. Thank God I didn't have to get up everyday and go to work, because I couldn't have done it. This was 5 years ago, but I remember it like yesterday, and I know I'll never forget it.
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