Hey, my name is Lavender. This is a story of the time my father took me and my big sister to our family trip in Grenada, in a little town called “Daiga.” I was probably 16 or 15 at the time with my birthday rolling around the corner, while my big sister was probably only 28 at the time.
Our father rented out a place that was not so far from a cliff nor the town. If I had to make an estimate, the drive into town would probably have taken up to 20 minutes to a half from our rented location.
If I remember correctly, I was never comfortable with the place. On our way up to the house, me and my sister heard about 3 to 5 rumors about the place and how it’s hunted. Of course my sister didn’t pay it any mind but I did. I’ve had experience with the paranormal activity and each one was different from the last.
When we got to the house, dad told us to help him unload the car and choose any room we liked.
My sister chose the room across from me. Her room felt and looked like something out of a paint. So did my room and so did the whole house. However, this still didn’t rest my displeasure with the rumors of the place. During that night dad decided it was bested if we got take out instead, since we wasn’t completely settled in, and me and my sister agreed. Dad look through a couple places until he found one that wasn’t so far and called it. But when dad told the man over the phone where to deliver, the man refused. This alone rises confusion on my dads face and he asked the man over the phone “Why?” The man over the phone sounded worried and concerned and warned my father that if he loved his daughters and his life. He would pack up and leave that place immediately . And just like that the man hang up. My dad shake his head and turned to us to ensure that everything was okay and that there was nothing to worry about. That the man probably had to much to drink on the job and he was probably lightly buzzed. My sister shrugged it off like nothing happened and dad chose to have us eat leftovers from lunch.
During that night, the mans warning rang clearly in my head, making me grow more uncomfortable with the house. As we all settled to go to bed, I tried endlessly to go to sleep but failed. Turning on my phone, it’s was already 2am and I was still awake. I chose to get up and head to my sisters room. Where she was soundly a sleep until I woke her. She could tell I’ve been up for hours and she told me I could sleep with her in her room. Thanks to this, I was able to sleep just a little.
At 3:30am I heard a tapping noise from outside. Like something was knocking outside the walls of the house and this of course wakes my sister too. The knocking was a continuous knock knock. One right after the other. This only rises high suspicions that someone was trying to get in but was failing.
Me and my sister decided together, taking our phones to go wake up dad. When we got into his room we heard yelling to “Let me in! Let me in!” with the knockings only growing more aggressive. This wakes up my dad immediately in panic, having all of us run downstairs. When we got there, there she was. It was a women dressed in all black, with the most scariest look in her eyes, holding what I could make out to be a Butcher knife. This sends my heart into my gut as I saw the women give me and my sister a wide, hallow, lifeless grin. My dad quickly grabs me and my sister heading to the back door, where my dad put us in the car and rushed us away at high speed. When I turn back, I see the women waving with the same scary smile on her face.
That morning, we made it into town and called the police. It turns out the person that rented out the place was the same women. And she was arrested the next following days after our escape. Turns out she had killed 5 people and they were all people that rented the house and was buried right behind it.
Everyday, I think what if my dad didn’t had his car keys on him that night? What if I had slept that night? Would we have been buried with all those people too? Sometimes, I wake up to the same smile in my head. It was like looking at a ghost. But I’m happy we made it. Happy we didn’t die.
Author: Lavender Panchoo