I Rented A House In An Straight Up Evil Portal | Vibration quality
I had just crawled into bed with my fiancé when I realized I needed to use the bathroom.
The upstairs bathroom was being remodeled, so I headed downstairs instead.
It was late, I was tired, and looking forward to climbing back into my warm bed.
Because of this, I took the stairs, two at a time.
Almost to the bathroom, I glanced at the closed basement door.
I did my business and washed my hands, and as I shut the light off in the bathroom, I noticed that the basement door was now WIDE OPEN.
Within seconds, fear started creeping in.
My instincts told me something was wrong, and I was shocked to see why…
Glancing towards the open door, I saw a pair of red eyes, and a human-shaped figure standing right there inside the doorway.
I froze, stopped dead in my tracks.
It was as if time stood still, and I knew… just knew this was it.
For a few moments, all I could do was stand there – like a deer caught in the headlights.
Then, for whatever reason, I was suddenly able to move again.
I flew back up the stairs, ran into my bedroom, slammed the door behind me, and locked it.
Finally, I was able to catch my breath, and told my fiancé what had happened.
He didn’t believe me, of course.
Knowing he probably wouldn’t be getting any sleep otherwise; he decided to humor me and went to check the basement door.
This rattled him a little, but he decided to investigate further.
Upon opening the door, he saw a pair of muddy footprints right at the top of the steps.
It was as if someone had walked up the basement steps, stood there, and simply disappeared.
But here’s the thing…
You can’t access the basement from the outside.
There are no doors, and only a few windows that would only allow a small child to climb through…
This was one of the most terrifying nights of my life, but it was also the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
After that night, my entire world spiraled out of control.
No matter how long I slept, I was always exhausted.
I had always been healthy, but suddenly I had all these aches and pains that would not go away.
I became miserable, mean, and critical.
My fiancé and I argued constantly, and, within a few weeks, we stopped speaking altogether.
I came home one day to a note: my fiancé had left to save his sanity.
Work was a mess; I could not seem to do anything right.
Projects that should have been easy to finish mysteriously dragged on for weeks.
My co-workers avoided me like the plague, and my boss was on me like white on rice.
He seemed to be looking for any reason to get rid of me, and it was not long before he fired me.
Without a job or my fiancé to help with the bills, I lost the house too.
I was homeless, jobless, and completely alone.
I spent my days camped out on a friend’s couch, too depressed to do anything other than watch old reruns on the TV.
I knew I should be combing job ads, putting out resumes, or doing whatever it is successful people do, but somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Deep down, I believed I was destined to fail.
I had already lost my fiancé, my job, and my home, so surely that meant one of two things:
I was a terrible person in a past life, or my “luck” had simply run out.
I was overwhelmed with anger, hopelessness, and utter betrayal.
Life seemed unfair, and I could not understand why everyone else got to live the “perfect life,” complete with…
…but I seemed destined to fail.
All morning my roommate had been dropping hints that I had overstayed my welcome.
I decided to try one last time to find a job, and I headed to the local library.
Soon after taking my seat, I noticed an odd little old man…
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