Evil Whispers From The Pines

The Peeping Tom

Calling the person who looked in my window a "peeping Tom" is about as accurate as characterizing William Gacey as a clown. Both are true but fail to characterize the true nature of the person. The person looking in my window was more along the lines of "psychotic stalker" than "Peeping Tom." William Gacey was more a serial killer than he was a clown. I do not think the person looking in the window was just looking, they definitely intended to terrorize. More on that in a minute.

         Shortly after the kid at my high school proudly pronounced the occult was going to harass us until we left that house, I began being terrorized and stalked. Not just me but we all were. There was the near nightly sound of footsteps on the roof, caching glimpses of people headed into the tree line around the property, and evidence someone had been there such as things getting moved. There was one small convenience store at the top of the mountain and we had to get our mail at the post office. So we would bump into occult members just out and about the area. If you saw one of them they would grin at you but it wasn't a nice grin.

My dad refused to have any guns in our house ever. When he was a young man, my uncle, his best friend, died by suicide. They were hunting buddies. My dad doesn't actually believe it was suicide. My Aunt and My Uncle fought a lot because my aunt loved to flirt and he was very jealous of her. They would sometimes fight over and around the gun as he threatened countless times to end it all for himself. But, my dad did not believe he meant it. They would talk about it later and he would admit he was doing it to get her attention. So my dad was confident he was the type to pretend but not the type to actually want to accomplish an early demise. The gun that caused the "suicide" or perhaps accident was a rifle with a hair pin trigger. As was revealed in the whole Kurt Cobain controversy, it is really hard to use a rifle to commit suicide. The rifle is long and most people's arms are too short. So what my dad believes is they were fighting over that rifle and my uncle was pretending with no intent of following through. But that hair pin trigger went off. Another reason my dad doesn't think he meant to do it is my Aunt was right there and so were his kids. So dad is convinced that, no matter how angry my Uncle was, he would have done it that way. But who knows. I have experienced others committing suicide too many times in my life in close friend and family circles to say there is any way to predict with something like that. Some people are really sad, some are normal and some are super happy, there is no mood. And some do it in a way that is sure to hurt everyone around them. But, it did make my dad so that he never wanted a gun in the house. He was all for gun rights, and didn't have any problem with people hunting or using it for defense, he just did not want to have a gun himself.

I think the people that terrorized my family knew we didn't have guns. I honestly think they would not have been as brazen if they thought they could encounter resistance like that.

When we first moved into that house I took the room that faced the back of the house that had big windows but also had the door that led down to the basement. To a teenager that was, at first, the cool choice. But after having all my stuff shaken off the wall multiple times for no logical reason, I started rethinking my choice.  Earthquakes do not happen to just one wall.  The door to the basement would also just randomly be open.  I cannot think of many people that would rest easy with their room open to a basement like that. And that was just any basement, so many weird things happening in the basement when we lived there. My stay in that room was short, I switched rooms very quickly. That became the last room I would ever want to sleep in. But my brother, who seems to be some kind of spiritual void, slept there no problem. Or at least he said he did not experience anything supernatural. And he is a very honest person so I believe he didn't.

So I moved to a room that was at ground level facing the highway.  My parent's room was at the other end of the hall but it was overlooking the steep drop off of the canyon. There was a bathroom in the middle of the two bedrooms where everyone that had a room upstairs showered. It was the same creepy narrow shower where the window had been opened while I was taking a shower. This bedroom move was not too long after that incident.