Chapter 2: Haunting in Chicago

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*This one will be a bit weird...so do not read it if you are not into weird things..*





Narrator: In 2008, the Calvin family move from Iowa to Chicago Illinois. Not prepared for the dead inside. Family of 3, moves into the Wilsher House from 1876. Has been vacant since 1928, now, it is going to wake the dead.

Carly: I am Carly, I am 11 years old...and I have two parents who are the same gender, meaning I have two dads, I don't have a mom.

CJ: Hi I am CJ, Chester Jening, and I am 28, my husband and I adopted a child 7 years ago. We lived in Iowa for so long, and thought we needed a change. We love the house so far, it is small but it is also beautiful and unique.

Ryan: Hi I am Ryan, I am 30, and married to CJ and the father of Carly. I wanted to move because I needed a major change. I was in a car accident in Rudd Iowa and I was in a coma for 3 weeks, I woke up confused and I had to gain my memory back. We just needed to get away from it. And this house seemed like the perfect place to change our lives.

Narrator: Ryan, Carly and CJ all carry their things in, and a family friend, joins them. But he struggles to inside the house.

Tim: Hi I am Timothy Blake, I am 34 and been friends with these guys since they adopted Carly. I was asked to help them move in and I thought why the hell not...but as I got closer to the house, I felt like someone was watching me from upstairs. I never had that feeling before, and it was really strong and weird...I told Ryan that I couldn't go inside. He gave me a look like why not and I just shrugged. I couldn't stand the idea of someone so evil staring at me. So I unloaded the truck for them.

Narrator: Two days in the house, Carly gets to see the man who lives in the walls of the home.

Carly: I was in my room, and I heard a manly voice coming from my walls. I didn't exactly know what it was since I was 7. I was practically talking to the man in the walls. My parents didn't know how to explain it but they thought it was my imagination even though they heard it too. I just saw a black figure up through the wall and out to the open. I told my dad CJ and he said that I was going through a phase called high imagination.

CJ: I have never seen my daughter so scared before. She ran to me and cried saying a dark man is telling her to kill herself. I told her it was her mind because I don't need my 7 year old to be knowing the truth...so I told her a lie and told my husband about it.

Ryan: My husband came to me, talking about a man who is telling our daughter to kill herself, I told him that we shouldn't worry because it was something that wanted us to be worried. The more our daughter thinks it's in her head, the less she will be worried and used. That's how I see it.

Narrator: Later that night, Ryan goes through something himself...

Ryan: I was outside in the garage while CJ and Carly were in bed, and I decided to clean up since my tools were not picked up. I felt as if someone was watching me, but I assumed it was CJ but when I said his name, I heard a growling voice say "No." I turned around and saw nothing, but yet I heard someone breathing.

Narrator: Ryan feels as though CJ is playing a trick, so he shakes it off and continues in the garage. Only to see something he can't unsee.

Ryan: I kept hearing breathing but I figured CJ was just trying to get me to be terrified...but once I turned around again, I saw the man. He was all black and his eyes were red and his legs were like 5 feet themselves. It was growling at me and I tried not to panic but it didn't work. So I dropped all my tools, and ran inside and locked all doors and went to bed. I didn't sleep at all.

Narrator: The next morning, Ryan is drinking coffee before work, while CJ gets Carly ready for school.

Cj: I know Ryan and he was really quiet all morning. He looked like a train hit him hundreds of times and his eyes looked like he cried. I tried to ask him what was on his mind and he said that work was just busy and he had to finish a project before 5 am. I wasn't convinced but I know he would tell me soon.

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