Many years ago we moved into what was technically called the last house on the left at the end of a long road.

Although this has nothing to do with the story, when we moved in, previous tenants warned us that odd things would happen there.

Well, we didn't believe him at first, but our disbelief was short-lived. It began with my four-year-old daughter

screaming at something she had seen in the living room. She said it was a black cloud that

had crossed the room and disappeared into a corner.

At the time, we dismissed it, but a few days later, when my wife's sister came for a visit,

she watched in horror as that same black cloud reappeared from the same corner and enveloped her two

little girls. Later that same day, my wife saw that same cloud come from the corner and wrap itself around her.

She described it as suffocating, it was hot and smelling of sulfur and burning meat.

The cloud seemed to manifest itself around only women and girls. Fortunately for my sons,

that did not mean that males were spared from the haunting. The house was built into the side of

a hill with the front door on the west, and it opened onto the second floor where the living

room and dining room and kitchen and bathroom were.

The door on the east side of the house opened onto the first floor where the bedrooms and laundry room were located.

The front door always squeaked loudly and no amount of WD40 graphite or silicone gel would make it quiet.

One night the boys, aged 8 and 6, heard the front door open, so they went to investigate.

In the open front door, they saw an odd green mist, and when they approached the door to see

from where the glow was originating, it vanished. My younger son was the

one who discovered the specters aversion to pleasant smells. My wife would set out store-bought air

fresheners, but this was useless. Once the room was vacated, the fresheners would be closed.

My younger son pointed this out, as well as the fact that the scented candles we used would extinguish themselves when the room was empty.

My older boy was beset with his own terror.

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