Hell House: The Red Room Part 3In June of 2002 my grandma died, and my parents decided to move into

Hell House: The Red Room Part 3

In June of 2002 my grandma died, and my parents decided to move into Hell House. A choice that changed my life. A little over a week after her death, I was asked which bedroom I wanted to be my room. I didn’t want the back room, since it was where I had seen the bonfires through the window, and didn’t want to sleep with the forest facing me. And I wasn’t going to spend 5 minutes in the Red Room, let alone sleep in there every night, so I finally decided to take the front room. The room my grandma had slept in until the cancer forced her to sleep at the hospital. My brother ended up  in the back room, and my parents took the already feared Red Room.

The first night I had to sleep in her bed surrounded by her things and her smells. I was 11, and was beginning to want my privacy, so I tried sleeping with the door shut. I fell asleep in my dead grandma’s bedding and woke up a few hours later. It was really dark, and the room was filled with the sound of ticking clocks (that’s another story.) From beneath the closed door a deep red glow shone bright, the only light I could see. I soon gained my courage to open the door and see what was happening.

The house was dark and silent save for the clocks. My parent’s door was propped open a few feet and the bright red light shimmered and dashed past the doorway. I looked at one of the clocks. 1.20am. I laid back in bed and stared at the doorway waiting for the red light to come down the hall and, ikd, kill me? Ever since then I never slept with the door closed, and I watched the time like a hawk. If I was still awake near 1.20am I waited the horror out until it calmed down and I no longer saw anything. I never hid under covers, somehow NOT being able to see what was behind the door or the covers was worse to me than wide eyes watching it like a hawk. Over the many years we lived there I would see my parents’ room light up red at least once every few months, but it was always more active in Hell House during August. In August the Red Room lit up almost every night. I never got used to it. The sight of that red glow always filled me with dread.