Prologue: Persistent Nightmares
My daughter and I were alone. There is something about this house. It
tries to hurt us, just like it hurt the babysitter.
"Daddy! Come here Daddy!"
That is Emma, my four-year-old daughter. Emma was outside looking at
the ambulance take the babysitter away after she had been knocked out.
I have no idea what happened. She was watching Emma while I went to the
shops. I was only 1 hour and when I came back the house was a mess and
the babysitter was unconscious.
I went back into the house; a house I knew was dangerous. I went to the
phone to call my good friend Barry to see if he had any idea of what
might be wrong with this house. I picked the phone up, but it was dead.
"That's it" I said to myself "I've got to get us out of here."
I headed to the front door to get Emma, determined not to spend another
night in this house. As I got to the door the lock snapped shut! Eerie
laughter filled my ears. A laughter that sounded so much likes the
Ashford's. I pounded my fist on the door. It was useless; whatever was
in this house took me prisoner.
"Chrisss" something hissed from the darkness. It didn't sound like a
voice of anything that was human.
"Get out!" I yelled, "Get out of my house!"
I honestly don't know why I did that. Did I really think that would
help? Whatever is in this house, it's here to stay. I had to get out of
here. Emma! Where is she? Is she still outside? Safe?
"Daddy! Help me!"
It was Emma! She was calling from the room across from me. I rushed
over to the room but it slammed shut as I got to it. I heard something
behind me. I whirled around but there was nothing there. Just dark
shadows. Walking into the shadows I felt something reach out from
behind. I closed my eyes, its just my imagination. I could feel my
heart thumping. When I opened my eyes a hand came out of the shadows
and grabbed me.
My daughter and I were alone. There is something about this house. It
tries to hurt us, just like it hurt the babysitter.
"Daddy! Come here Daddy!"
That is Emma, my four-year-old daughter. Emma was outside looking at
the ambulance take the babysitter away after she had been knocked out.
I have no idea what happened. She was watching Emma while I went to the
shops. I was only 1 hour and when I came back the house was a mess and
the babysitter was unconscious.
I went back into the house; a house I knew was dangerous. I went to the
phone to call my good friend Barry to see if he had any idea of what
might be wrong with this house. I picked the phone up, but it was dead.
"That's it" I said to myself "I've got to get us out of here."
I headed to the front door to get Emma, determined not to spend another
night in this house. As I got to the door the lock snapped shut! Eerie
laughter filled my ears. A laughter that sounded so much likes the
Ashford's. I pounded my fist on the door. It was useless; whatever was
in this house took me prisoner.
"Chrisss" something hissed from the darkness. It didn't sound like a
voice of anything that was human.
"Get out!" I yelled, "Get out of my house!"
I honestly don't know why I did that. Did I really think that would
help? Whatever is in this house, it's here to stay. I had to get out of
here. Emma! Where is she? Is she still outside? Safe?
"Daddy! Help me!"
It was Emma! She was calling from the room across from me. I rushed
over to the room but it slammed shut as I got to it. I heard something
behind me. I whirled around but there was nothing there. Just dark
shadows. Walking into the shadows I felt something reach out from
behind. I closed my eyes, its just my imagination. I could feel my
heart thumping. When I opened my eyes a hand came out of the shadows
and grabbed me.