The way my mothers place is built is its a two story house but very wide and hollow.The first floor is all wood flooring so of course sound bounces off the walls and travels the house.You can hear every little creak and footstep.Around 230am I used the bathroom before going to bed,I walked from the dark hallway the bathroom is in to the other side of the house to turn off the TV,mind you all the lights are off in this house.As I made my way to the guest room I noticed the bathroom door was closed,not entirely but close to the door frame.

Now,I’m a true believer,and shit like that isn't odd.What’s odd is that this house

HAS HAD NO ACTIVITY UNTIL I ARRIVED

That said,I closed the door all the way because I figured whoever tried to thats what they wanted.Once I shut it and let go of the handle...the door creaked back open.I tried about 3 more times and the door would not stay shut.Again,I’m a believer,so if they wanted it cracked open,then so be it.No need to upset anyone.

During my Marathon nothing rarely happens during the day,almost always between late night and early mornings.But things get pretty intense by months end.This time around was no different,nothing to report throughout the day of Day 2.

But of course,Day 3 in the early hours of the day I come home around 3am.I figured if things were happening at 230am,then maybe it'll be done by 3.Turns out

IT DOESNT MATTER

Real quick,just a recap here,this is the 4th year in a row I’ve done the 31 Days of Horror marathon.It is by no means a picnic when you’re being haunted.It takes a toll on your mind,and on your surroundings.It changes you.If you're gung ho about the idea of living a horror movie,this would be the way to do it.But just like in horror movies,there are rules.If you play by them,you might survive.But if you survive too often,the rules become stricter,much harder.Which leads to there being no rules.The last time around,all bets are off.

So back to my moments of haunting:around 3am I get home and go to bed.

Then the dreams happened.Like I said it gets in your mind,and this time it started to get me pretty bad,its still early in the Marathon so its still weak.As I was sleeping and the dreams were becoming nightmares,I felt something on my forehead and I couldn't move.Several times I felt it.Almost as if I was being covered in blood.Just drips hitting my face and flowing down my cheeks.

I awoke at 6am to water falling on my face.It was leaking from the ceiling above me.I rushed up thinking there was a rainstorm outside and we were getting flooded.But no rain.I ran upstairs to my mother’s room to find her awake watching TV,having no idea whats going on,her bathroom across from her doorway I noticed the floorways looking bright,I yell for her attention and she could barely hear me because I had just awoken from a deep sleep and dream state so my mouth was still numb.She could still barely hear when I said “Your Bathroom is Flooded!” and I stomped on her bathroom floor and the water splashed really high and far.

Her toilet flooded the whole bathroom.Now I figured she maybe didn't flush properly,since she is aging and become forgetful.She had not used the bathroom in hours though.And the flood that bad could only take 30mins tops.But the weird part,the thing that really got my attention

The water was traveling to one side of the bathroom.

As if the floor was slanted.We rushed to clean up the whole bathroom and stop the flooding successfully.Yet were still confused how it got into the floor and into the guest room.Because the bathroom isn't even above the guest room.The water leaked though a specific spot in the floor,and it just so happened to be right...above...my head.

Once it cleared up it was if there was no leak.No stains,no holes.Nothing.Absolutely nothing.

I still felt the need to sleep in the living room after that and passed out for a good 5 more hours.

During Day 3,since I was in town visiting family and friends,I would go to my grandmothers to help her around the house.The neighborhood she lives in has had several reported haunting incidences.Some of them involving my cousin and myself when we lived in a house up the street.No different for my grandmothers,since I’ve experienced strange occurrences there twice already.

But on Day 3,I was helping her clean and rearrange some things,particularly a large painting in her living room.Covered in webs and dust I managed to straighten out and center it.Perhaps that wasn't such a good idea,because shortly after that in the garage she was throwing away some trash on the side of the house through the side door and just as she was coming back in it slammed shut hard in her face.I tried to open the door back up and the knob wouldn't budge.After a few seconds it opened up and she was completely surprised as if that had never happened to her before.

But I know it has.

Some of you might think that maybe it was the wind.And perhaps you’re right.But I live in California,and this was all happening in Chino Hills.If you know anything about our weather you'd know we’re sweating out here,with little to no wind hitting us,just heat and humidity.And Day 3 was definitely a scorcher day of clear skies and no wind.

So you’re now wondering,”Whats going to happen on Day 4,Jake?”

Well friends,my roommates want to throw a day party at the apartment.And we know all the rules of party scenarios in horror movies.

The 31 Days of Horror is more than just ghosts and apparitions.Its everything,from the lurkers in the shadows to the physical threats.