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From the time I was twelve years old until i was seventeen, I lived in a cape-cod style house where my bedroom was part of what had once been the attic, all slanted ceilings, eaves, etc. The room seemed strange from the beginning; during the winter, inch-thick ice formed on the insides of the windows no matter what insulation tricks were tried. I often felt as if I was in a fog when I spent lots of time in the room, like my thinking was cloudy and I was moving in slow motion.

One afternoon, I felt myself falling into a kind of trance or dream state. I was sitting on the edge of my bed and felt unable to move. I don’t know how long I sat there spacing out, but suddenly I felt ice-cold fingers on the underside of my left upper arm. The icy touch jolted me out of my hazy state and I rubbed my arm where I had felt the fingers, looking around, but nobody was there. I put the incident out of my mind, chalking it up to my imagination.

The next day, I was putting books into my locker at school, and my friend asked what had happened to my arm. I lifted my left arm, and there were four distinct purple bruises there, as if left by fingers.

This turned out to be only the beginning of my bizarre experiences in this room. More to come…