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Author: Robert Credeur
Location: Opelousas, Louisiana
Ture Story
This story is 100% factual. It is, however, rather long so you may need some time to read it. I hope you find it worth your time..
I decided to move in with some friends in a neighboring town. My grandparents could not understand why I wanted to move so badly, and I couldn't tell my grandfather the whole story. My grandmother, whom I did tell, just couldn't let herself believe me. I began to pack. During the packing process, everything seemed calm, as if it wanted to make me feel foolish for moving or as if nothing had ever happened there. As I was packing, I kept searching for items which It had taken from me during the year but I never found any. And all was quiet.
I eventually packed up everything but my living room furniture, consisting of a humongous old-time leather sofa (9 feet long and incredibly heavy - two people could barely move it), a recliner, a leather love seat, and a gigantic entertainment center with television, VCR, knickknacks and dust still on it. In order to move these items, and all the boxes I had packed previously, my new roommates Darrin and Jason and their friend Earl came over to spend the night. I had rented a couple of movies and we had pizza. We were planning to get up early the next morning and move these items and disassemble my king-sized waterbed. With no other furniture in the house, we all piled into my waterbed and slept there. I was nearest the door. Now, I had become an extremely light sleeper, as you can imagine. The slightest sound woke me, not to mention a light coming on in the middle of the night. My bed was the full-motion type, so movement made by anyone immediately woke me from sleep. I slept nearest the door to the living room. All seemed well.
The next morning I woke before anyone else. I planned on cooking everyone a big breakfast and then begin to move things directly after. I walked into my living room, still sleepy, and was stunned to find that all of my living room furniture had been turned around to face the wall. The huge couch, the recliner, the loveseat, and the entertainment center with everything on it. I was infuriated at first, imagining who could have played such a stupid joke. I was about to wake everyone when Mike pulled up at the house. He walked in to find me staring at the furniture. After we talked abut it for some time, we both came to the conclusion that it was a farewell gift from "George". No one could have gotten out of my bed; I would have felt the bed moving violently. No one could have done such a thing with no light; there were no lights turned on during the night. I had not heard a sound coming from the living room. And that couch, big as it was, could not have been moved easily, if at all, by one person in the dark in a strange house. The entertainment center, loaded with pictures and collectibles, had completely turned itself around, not a picture or knick-knack was disturbed as evidenced by the undisturbed dust; this was impossible for any human to do. I also watched everyone's initial shock as they woke, one by one, to find what had happened.
We loaded everything that day for the move, and as I went to close the front door and lock it, I felt a sense of defeat looking at the empty house. I was angry and sad to leave my childhood home thinking of all the memories it held for me. "Good-bye, you bastard" I said to the empty house. A bedroom door slamming shut was the response.
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