Someone was knocking at the door; I wish it would go away. The things I have endured while in this house have been testing my sanity. I imagine if I don’t get out soon, insanity could consume me and there’d be no stopping it. No reverse to this curse.
The house was near perfect when I first came across it, an old Victorian with exquisite details. It had tons of potential. It sat on 2 acres of land, with a pond out back. It was love at first sight. I was drawn to it. I had to have it.
Moving in turned into a reality after all of the major renovations were done, and I recall being so excited that I could not sleep at all on the first night.
Not being able to sleep I decided to go for a walk out to the pond. As I walked a very strong scent of death filled the air.
I looked around for the cause, and right smack down in front of me on the ground was a dead deer. Maggots swarmed around inside of its stomach making it appear as if the animal was breathing. Normally an occurrence like this would have me heaving, but instead I sat there for a good long while, just watching it. Watching the maggots crawl inside of it, giving it life in death, animating the inanimate. Gruesome as it was, I couldn’t stop staring.
I don’t recall how long I stared, and I hate admitting it now, but I had a very strong urge to find a stick and poke at it. A barking dog in the distance finally distracted me, and I walked away feeling disgusted. Disgusted that I couldn’t look away, that I wanted to poke at it, and disgusted that I found the scene more interesting than horrifying.
After going back in, I could still smell death. It was I, and I smelled as if I had just rolled around on the deer’s dead body. I removed my clothes, threw them into the laundry, and took a shower. The shower removed the scent.
I made my way into my bedroom and as I sat down on the edge of my bed a very light breeze blew by me, in the breeze the deathly scent grabbed my attention. Just as quickly as it had come, it had departed. My heart pounded, I was in shock.
I tried convincing myself that the smell was possibly stuck to my boots so I threw my boots out of the room, and fell asleep.
It happened again at breakfast though. As I sat down to eat the scent hit me again. It smelled as if the spirit of the dead deer just sat down with me at the table, and it was observing me. I took in another short breath, and the scent was gone.
At this point I was terrified. I felt it was evil, and that was the last thing I wanted to admit. I showered, and showered, and I eventually threw out all articles of clothing I wore the night I stumbled upon its body. The scent would come and go ever so quickly, so quickly that my heart would only pump 3 or 4 huge leaps of adrenaline before it vanished.
I finally broke down whenever I would smell it, I would scream, ‘Go away! You are not welcome in my home!’ I thought my commands sent it away. After 2 days though, a knock came to the back door. When I pulled open the door, a huge gush of rotting air came crashing into my face and into my home.
The knocking incident went on for days, and eventually I stopped answering the door.
I refused to go outside for nearly a week, I thought that the deer would rise up and get me. By week 2, I finally decided to go outside to face the deer. I planned on burning it. I figured if it were gone, perhaps it would rest in peace.
I doused it in gasoline, and lit a match. When I threw the match on it the dogs out in the distance began barking wildly. As if they were in on this creatures evil plot.
The scent of death surrounded me, and I threw up.
The next morning after burning the deer to ash, I peered out in the back yard and there stood a deer. This deer was alive though. Seeing this living deer made me feel like things were over and done with.
The deer then turned its head, looking right at me as if it were reading my thoughts. Fear trickled through my body, and as the deer sprinted off, a knock came at the door…