Documented Paranormal Activity—Halloween 2020

October 31, 2020
Dwayne Walker

Based on a true story.

It was a dark stormy night. Three nights before the night of the full moon. Halloween of 2020.


I woke up from her bedroom walls shaking.

"Who is that?".

Fay jumped out of bed and ran to the bedroom door screaming, "I got it!".

She froze at the doorstep, looked down at her phone, then slowly crept back into the room.

You see...

Her parents were out of town for the week, so she had the house to herself. I wanted to stay with her because there were stories about this house being haunted.

Actually, yesterday I overheard her phone conversation with her sister about a point in her childhood when she heard a baby crying in the attic every night. Five years later, her mom found baby clothes in the attic.

She shared ideas with me about how she would hate to buy an old house because it has the dark souls of everyone that's been in it before—the depression, the abuse, the death.

I sometimes wondered if those opinions were original or if they've seeped over from her subconscious. A few memories she deleted.

As this runs through the back of my mind, she turned around at the doorstep whispering, "It's 4 in the morning. I don't know who is at the door."

I slowly, silently rolled out of bed and made my way to her side.

My mind went crazy.

What do we do? It's not any of her siblings. They would've texted her first. It is storming outside. Pretty bad, actually. It's a tropical storm, and it felt like her house was right in the center of it all. Is someone hurt and need our help? Is it someone warning us of something dangerous heading our way?

My body temperature rose.


Our eyes lit up!

Fay said, "I have a gun in my drawer."

"You got a gun in your drawer?"


"No. You...got a gun...in your drawer?"

"Yeah, the one on your side."

I walked over, opened the drawer, and out came a magnum.

I knew exactly how to operate this one.

I placed it gently down on the bed and sat up attentively to listen for any suspicious noises downstairs.

For a while, all we heard was the kitchen clock.





I began to space out. I started thinking about how lucky I was to be blessed with a decade of Advanced Ops training in Call of Duty. That's where I used a magnum as my go-to pistol in close combat.


We froze...






A cool breeze swept through the house and down the hallway.






Feebie started barking loudly but then abruptly went silent.






Echoing through the hallway was the sound of footsteps running up the stairs.

I leaped out of bed, grabbed the gun, and stomped towards the door, announcing my presence in the house.

The house went silent.

I closed the door, locked it, and said, "If anything happens, dial 9 1 1."

I gripped the gun and pointed it directly at the door for the next 30 minutes before heading back into the bed.

I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.

I had to stay alert.

The next morning, nothing in the house was out of place. We logged into her "ring" app on her phone. That way, we could look at the doorbell video footage from the night before, but something was odd when we found it. Every day of the week had video footage that we could look back on except for one day—the night of the anonymous doorbell.

Actually, there was one video captured that night. It was at 5:06 AM. The footage was captured from the body-sensing-auto record feature on one of her cameras. It automatically starts recording when it senses a person moving in the camera. It keeps recording until the person leaves.

There was something wrong. The video captured a one-minute video of Fay's empty driveway.

We checked ten times. No one was in it moving.

Well, there wasn't anyone we could see.

I tried to brush that night off as a random occurrence, but things got slightly creepier the next night.

Fay shook me out of my sleep, whispering, "Grab the gun."

I didn't ask any questions. I grabbed it, and we both got out of bed.

Gradually, behind all the confusion, crept in the sound of the living room TV blasting through the house.

We looked at each other confused, questioning back and forth, "Did you turn on the TV?"

The TV progressively got louder as if someone was trying to drown out our conversation.

I looked at her and said, "Let's go downstairs. I think I left the TV on."

White lies are silent killers.

We slowly made our way downstairs while turning on every light in the house.

Weird. The sound of the TV was getting lower as we made our way closer to the living room.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead. Thankfully when we walked into the living room everything was normal. The TV was signed into Fay's Netflix, so it was safe to assume she watched the TV earlier and forgot to turn it off. Feebie must've been concerned about it too because as soon as we turned the TV off, I heard her gently walk from beside the living room couch to her bed by the front door.

The coast is clear!

We stayed in the kitchen for a while, grabbing late night snacks. While I was plucking off the most aesthetically pleasing grapes, Fay asked, "Wait, where's Feebie?"

"She is in her bed."

"Oh, okay," Fay says as she walks into the other room.

A few seconds later, she jets back through the kitchen in a panic struggling to unlock the back door.

She opened the door to the backyard, and in runs Feebie.

Fay was happy Feebie was safe.

I was in shock. If Feebie was outside this entire time, then who did I hear earlier?

That was last night. Now, it's the night before Halloween.

I tried to avoid being at her house all day to mentally prepare for this moment. I don't know what this "Thing" is. I don't even know if it's a thing. All I know was I can't leave her alone.

But... I'm breaking that rule to regain my composure.

A few minutes ago, I was lying in bed with Fay. Everything was cool. We were chatting, laughing, and sharing memes.

Randomly, Fay threw down her phone on the bed. Stared me in the eyes as if she was trying to pierce my soul. Then for ten seconds, she clenched my ears shut with her hands while making noises by flapping her tongue.

Her mouth slowly crept to a smile as she gently removed her hands.

She rolled back over in the bed and giggled, "Sorry...I had to fart!"

Now, I'm sitting in the living room...

...creeped out because I thought I was getting possessed at the hands of Fay.

A farting Fay at that.

Now, it's 2 AM.

I'm bringing in Halloween.



I wonder if I'm going crazy or if this is all real. It feels real. Every time something weird happened these last few nights, I always felt something right beforehand.

A warm presence.

It's actually kind of getting hot right now.

It's here.

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