My Cousin Visited. Then My House Turned Against Me.
When I was in college, I got a message from a cousin I didn’t know existed. He was from Belgium, Sicilian like us, and super friendly. He came to stay with us in New Jersey. At first, it was great—dinners, hanging out, meeting my friends. But then things got weird.
He got frustrated when he realized all my friends had boyfriends. He started making inappropriate comments, calling me names, and even sent me a childhood photo of myself in the bathtub. I told my mom, but she just brushed it off. I avoided him, but it was hard since he was living with us. The tension grew.
One night, I had a vivid dream that my house was haunted. I woke up at 3:00 a.m., and seconds later, a glass frame crashed down on me. I started hearing music and water running. I slept on the living room floor. The next morning, my cousin smiled at me in this eerie, knowing way.
After he left, things got worse. I woke up at 3:00 a.m. every night. My room felt off. One friend came over and immediately said, “This room feels bad.” We found a receipt for a gospel CD and a package from a funeral home in the guest room. My grandmother said his eyes looked black, and he moved too fast.
We called a priest. He said my mirror was a portal and blessed it. But it got worse—pencils flew across the room, my mom got calls from my dead dad’s phone. We had a second exorcism, and finally, it stopped.
Months later, he showed up at our door, strung out, with bloody scratches. He denied everything, but my mom saw something in his eyes. We never saw him again.
To this day, I wonder if he brought something dark with him. He once said, “I sold my soul to be beautiful.” Maybe he was joking. But now? I’m not so sure.
Did he bring a curse? Was it him? Or something he unknowingly carried? I’ll never know for sure, but I’ll never forget the terror.
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