W.Runyon St

Chapter 3

After the challenging interactions with Jaude and Jazmine, I found myself utterly drained. My husband's perspective, in a way, seemed to hold some truth—I was left with energy only for sleep and my beloved painting. However, what weighed on me was his apparent disregard for the consistent effort I put into preparing a sumptuous, homemade dinner that graced our table each evening. The heartwarming anticipation of Thanksgiving, just on the horizon, never failed to ignite sheer delight in all seven of our children. Their faces lit up with joy as they wondered about the delectable dishes I would conjure and how the dining table would be adorned.

As the sun cast its early morning glow, I was already up, embarking on the daily routine of dressing the children for school. My daughters, on this particular morning, were quite adamant about their newfound independence, insisting they could manage without my guidance.

"Mom, seriously, you've done so much already," Jzaunelle remarked, her vibrant blue dress contrasting against the sunlight streaming into her room. She shot me an appreciative smile as she deftly navigated her wardrobe.

Jacqueline, bustling with a mix of excitement and a hint of pre-morning grumpiness, chimed in from across the hall, "Yeah, Mom, don't worry about us. We've got this."

Her words were a mix of reassurance and teenage defiance. "Alright, Jaqueline. Just a reminder—pack your math homework. Those equations can be tricky, and I know you want to ace the test."

She rolled her eyes, but I caught the hint of a grateful grin tugging at her lips.

From the nursery, where a gentle hush had settled, came the soothing coos of Kl. I entered, smiling down at him as he lay contentedly in his crib.

"Hey there, my calm little one," I murmured, lifting him up in my arms. His eyes, a mirror of innocence, met mine, and I couldn't help but be amazed at the tranquility he exuded even as a baby.

As the girls' footsteps echoed through the hallway, signaling that they were gathering their bags and preparing to head downstairs for breakfast, I savored this precious moment with Kl. His tiny fingers curled around mine, and I marveled at the bond we shared.

Amidst the rising sun and the symphony of morning sounds, I cradled Kl in my arms, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for these intimate moments. 

Sleep became a distant memory as I found myself consumed by the eerie events plaguing our once peaceful home. Every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of the lights, sent a shiver down my spine. I began researching paranormal experts and local mediums, desperate for any solution to the growing malevolent presence in our lives.

One afternoon, while Kenny was at work and the children were at school, I sat down in front of my laptop and typed in my search terms. The screen was filled with websites, forums, and videos dedicated to the supernatural. I clicked on a link to a local paranormal investigation team's website and began reading their stories and experiences.

One story caught my attention—a family in our neighborhood  had experienced similar disturbances and had sought help from this team. I found their contact information and hesitated for a moment before finally dialing the number. A woman's voice answered, introducing herself as Samantha, the team's lead investigator.

As I explained our situation to her, I could feel the unease in her voice. She told me that they had encountered entities like the one I described before and were willing to come to our house for an investigation. Relief flooded over me; finally, a glimmer of hope.

A few days later, Samantha and her team arrived at our doorstep, armed with equipment to capture any paranormal activity. We led them through the house, recounting the strange occurrences we had experienced. Samantha's team set up cameras, EVP recorders, and other devices in key areas of the house.