"My Haunted Life"
Part 1: Hello, My Name is Chris Matheny…
Based on True Events
|"Suspended in the Air Right|
In Front of My Face was
an African Ceremonial Mask.
It was Brightly Colored,
and Had Teeth Carved in it
to Resemble Shark Teeth."
My name is Chris Matheny, and after decades of silent torment, I am finally going to tell my story. These events have been locked away inside my heart and soul for way too long. There is within me a need to share this with the world, in hope that I can help some small child that may be suffering just as I did. It is my most fervent wish that you, the reader, should not dismiss my testimony out of hand. Please, read this with an open mind and heart. Together, maybe we can unravel the mysteries behind my haunted life.
The year was 1975, and we had just moved from Ft. Jackson, SC back to Concord, NC. My father had been transferred to Germany, and my mother was expecting her third son. She wanted to be closer to her parents, so her father found us an inexpensive little mill house that was right down the street from their home.
|My Brother, Brian, and I Enjoyed a |
Family Visit to the "Land of OZ"
in Blowing Rock, NC.
One night, in the fall of our first year that we lived in that little house, I was in bed resting easy and feeling the hands of sleep beginning to caress my eyes. My brother and mother were already asleep as the dull roar of their snoring informed all that passed by. I had become used to their nightly opera of snorts and rumbles, and found no trouble in sleeping among the den of noise.
Sleep was about to claim me for the night when I heard a noise that caused me to rouse from my slumbering state. I sat paralyzed with fear in my bed, my ears strained to make out any noises in the darkness. In silence, the seconds dragged on for hours and just when I thought that I was imagining things, I heard it again. Soft and low, it came to me between the snores of my loved ones. A low chanting, or murmuring sound, began to be discernable within the house.
I was about to call to my brother on the other side of the room when I saw it. A figure made of dark shadows stepped into the hallway. We froze, neither of us moving for several pounding heartbeats. My breath was shallow and resistant to my efforts to relax. The figure turned and walked through the wall.
|"...Her Father Found us an |
Inexpensive Little Mill House
that was Right Down the Street
from Their Home."
With a shriek of terror, I retreated to the safety of my magic blankets. Doesn’t every kid think that blankets will save them from the boogeyman? I cowered under my covers screaming until my mother took me to her room with her for the rest of the night. I am not sure that I slept at all.
In the morning, I was told that it was a nightmare. It seems funny now, because I know that I was wide-awake. Little did I know that my haunted life was just beginning, and this little episode was merely the calm before the storm.