It was the summer of 1992, July 21. We were on out way to Queen City Missouri for our family Reunion. Every year, it was the same old tradition. Pie eating contest, horse shoe tournament, and shooting bow and arrows. Everything was always the same boring quiet and consisted primarily of my grandparents. Nothing ever really stood. Everything was always the same, but this summer everything just felt off.
There was this random guy, even my parents didn’t even know who he was. He was about 5’8, dark brown hair, wearing blue jeans, tucked in polo, sandals, and had a fanny pack. My dad’s grandfather walked up to us with this strange man and introduced him to us and said his name was Terry. This left a confused look on my dad’s face as he never heard of a Terry in the family before. My grandfather who notices, explains that he was my uncle and was brothers with one of my dad’s cousins. My dad awkwardly greeted this uncle Terry, as this happened, my other uncle I knew about announced that it was time for the family games. Again same old same old games. But I felt very uncomfortable like someone was just staring into my soul. This was during the horse shoe tournament.
As looked around as I waited my turn, I saw Terry with his bright green eyes just staring at me with a deep dark grin. Everyone in the family always looked at me, but this was different, almost like he wanted something from me. But I just shrugged it off as I didn’t really know him. I knew nothing about to judge him. After the game, I was getting some food with my dad as Uncle Terry walked up to us and asked if me and my dad would like to stay the week at his place (that is because the reunion is held for about a week, and we had nowhere to stay). My dad kindly accepted, didn’t think much of it, because I didn’t know much about him anyway to really care.
As it neared the end of the day, the family started heading out of park and we got in our car ready to go to Uncle Terry’s. He told us to follow his car so we did. Uncle Terry drove an old rusty Ford F-150 that looked straight out of your stereotypical farm truck. As we followed him, the trees began to become thicker has we got closer and closer to his house, and it became darker as well. We finally rolled up to his house. It was very old brick walls, a steel gate that looked straight out of a horror movie, and I noticed but my dad didn’t because he was focused on pulling in, was a bunch of weird symbols put on the trees. They were triangles with three circles in the middle (I was able to see them because he had touched coming up through the drive way). We finally parked, we got out of the car and collected our things as Uncle Terry walked us in to his house.
The inside gave me a bit more hope as he has a 50 inch flat screen TV with a nice big couch, and his house was fairly big but not too big. He then walked us into the rooms we would be staying in. My dad was staying the room near the kitchen, while my room was down the hall from Uncle Terry’s which was on the other side of the house. This made me feel uneasy again as it reminded me of that piercing stare he game me back at the park. At that point he walked out the room, exiting with the very same stare.
That night I couldn’t sleep as I couldn’t get it out of my head. I then heard a loud slam (my dad could not hear as he slept with ear muffs on). This got me to get up out of my bed and peek out the door. I saw nothing so I layed back in my bed and tried harder to sleep, and finally did. It was the next day and I woke up to the wonderful smell of eggs and bacon with a side of chocolate chip pancakes. Uncle Terry served me a plate and said, “Here is your favorite.” This gave me an unnerving feeling again. I began to wonder how he knew, but I soon cleared it as I thought one of the family members might of just told him. As Uncle Terry began to cook more food for my dad, who wasn’t out of bed yet, I noticed the same symbol tattooed on his wrist. I noticed because he wasn’t wearing his watch. I asked, “What does that symbol mean?” Uncle Terry responds, “It means nothing and you should keep your eyes were they shouldn’t be strayin’.” This got me worried and I continued to eat.
Later that day, my dad and Uncle Terry decided to go get groceries and wasn’t going to be back until 6 o’clock at night so I was left home alone. I just turned on the TV and watched some stupid cartoons as their wasn’t really anything on. Then I heard a loud bang coming from the basement. This startled me so ran into the kitchen grabbed a knife and headed down into the dimly lit basement. I felt a sudden push. I looked up terrified looking at; a tall white figure with four arms, with a head that looked similar to the symbol I seen in Uncle Terry’s wrist. I quickly threw my knife at it and it got stuck in its chest and let out a curdling demonic screech. I then ran back up into my room and locked the door and hid under the bed. I then heard it run up to the floor I was in and one by one it open multiple doors. Then it finally got to mine. It kept getting angry as it kept jiggling the door…
To be continued…
