She Follows Me

An Ongoing Oregon Haunting


Date | 2002-present
Location | Springfield, OR


In 2002, after living in an apartment and splitting custody with my dad for 5-6 years, my mom and step-dad bought a house in the neighborhood I grew up in. The location was in the Thurston area of Springfield, OR. The neighborhood was planned, and all of it was built on old orchards and abandoned farmland which goes way back to the old Oregon settlers, as this was the valley down from the mountains.

The first 2 years that we lived there, we never noticed anything strange or weird, muchless even thought about our 4 year old house possibly being haunted or anything like that. I believe the activity began during the summer of that 3rd year.. My brother, friend, and I were at my dad’s house, which was a few miles away. My brother went back to my mom’s to grab something, but he never came back.. Since my brother doesn’t talk about things that scare him, we had to later find out from my mom what happened that night. My brother Blake had gone back to the house, gone up the stairs, and was going toward his room in the dark, when he heard a young girl’s voice say “Hey Blake..” from the bathroom, which was adjacent the hallway to his room. He apparently heard it loudly and very clearly. He sprinted into his room, slammed the door, and slept that night with the lights on. The next day, he’d asked my mom if it had been her calling to him from the dark. She denied being awake at the time.

Things became more concentrated after the incident with my brother, and would continue for another 10 years on and off. During this period, our friend Tony stayed over one night. At the time I was 16 and my brother and Tony were 15. He shared with us his experience in the house. He said that while he was sleeping in our game room upstairs (largest open space area in the house), he suddenly felt someone stroking his hair, and then he heard breathing. At first he thought it was us messing with him. So, he had gotten up, but then realized that at some point the TV had been shut off. It was pitch black. He was so freaked out, that he ran downstairs and slept on the couch in the living room.

A few months after that, I started to notice little things..little things that would happen In that game room, when the door was open. The small hallway upstairs was perpendicular to the game room, and if you wanted to go downstairs, you had to walk towards the room and take a right down the staircase.. I started noticing things that were blacker than black, walking back and forth, in the already dark room.. At night with the shades down, that room was extremely dark, and to see things moving back and forth was terrifying.. It almost seemed like there were groups of entities walking back and forth; this was before I ever heard about shadow people.

A couple weeks later my brother and I were watching TV late at night downstairs and my brother had passed out. After about 20 minutes, I saw movement in the darkness of the stairwell, which was right across from the living room where we were. I fixated on the movement. And then I saw something in a light colored robe, slowly sliding down the stairs, as if it were floating, not walking. I saw a hand or something like it, stretch out onto the railing which faced me. Initially it scared me, but then I thought it might be my mom because she wears a robe at night and also has medium length dark hair. Unfortunately, that comfort didn’t last but a second, and then whatever it was just faded into nothing at the bottom of the stairs. I was already shaking my brother by this point. He didn’t really care what I told him I saw, and he didn’t believe me, but it was comforting to have someone awake with me then.

Things started getting weirder in the house. I noticed my cat always fixating on something in the upper corner of my room, like something was floating around, or talking to her. It freaked me out and anytime she would start doing it, I’d kick her off my bed!

One night my own mother woke me up at 2 AM. I was 18 at the time. She asks in a very terrified demeanor, “I need you to check under my bed”.

Of course, unlike any other brave, accountable son, I said “Yeah, no.” She wouldn’t tell me why initially, but pressing her on the whole deal, she eventually told me she had woken up because she heard screaming. This was no dream because she said she continued to hear it after she had woken up, and it wasn’t coming from outside or downstairs. She said she heard it underneath her headboard. Almost as if it was quote, “someone screaming, like they were being dragged to hell”.

Those were her words. We both checked and didn’t see anything of note and I can’t remember if she went downstairs or not for the rest of the night. After this, often at night, I would be up and usually make myself dinner late, and almost every night for a few months, I would get a really anxious feeling being in the kitchen. What it felt like was as if someone strong, angry, big, and terrifying was yelling at you at the top of their lungs to get the f**k out of there. Like you were definitely hated, and did not belong there. It was awful when it would happen. Perfectly normal kitchen one second, and then boom, hateful sinister environment the next. Then, one night, I saw what looked like a young kid walk across the kitchen archway, and then he was gone; …that was unsettling.

Occurrences in the house started to pick up. More weird things started happening- and these were very frequent; loud freakin’ bangs, crashing, and chaos. This came to a climax when one night, I was downstairs watching TV and my mom was upstairs. All of a sudden I heard the loudest crash I’ve ever heard in a house, coming from the garage. It sounded like all the shelving on the wall fell over and crashed on top of glass and metal. The sound shook the entire house! This was no earthquake, I’ve had it happen before and this wasn’t a bang. This sounded like everything was falling off the walls. I quickly ran to the garage door fully expecting to see carnage, but not a single thing was touched or had fallen. I inspected and searched around. My mom and I were pretty freaked out.

After I moved out of the house and into my first apartment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was at that house had actually attached itself to me. A few days after my roommate and I had moved in to the new place, I had an experience that would confirm what I had been feeling. It was the night of a Ducks game, and I was getting on my laptop to find out what the score was. I was alone in the living room, when suddenly, I heard the nastiest, most guttural growl come from my room. We didn’t have cable yet and I didn’t have any TV on or music. It literally sounded like one of those Demon Dog/gargoyles from Ghostbusters. It scared the sh*t out of me! I remember the sound to this day.

The activity continued. My roommate would say he’d sometimes hear me walking around in my room, or in the kitchen.. but then discover that he was all alone in the house.. I was never home when he heard thse things.
I eventually had to move back to my mom’s place after my roommate decided to move home to save money. My mom later moved out and my girlfriend, who is now my wife, moved in. She isn’t one to admit to seeing things, but one time she saw something in our bathroom mirror while she was doing her hair, and she refuses to tell me even to this day exactly what it was. She’ll never admit when she’s scared, even horror movies. She’ll get up and go to bed acting like the movie is dumb when it’s actually scaring her. So one day maybe she will feel up to it. She was vulnerable and scared when she told me about it, but quickly zipped her lips and now denies ever saying anything about it.


EPILOGUE: still around…

Late last year in December 2021 my wife, my kids, and I had to stay with my mom for about two weeks after we sold our house, and were waiting for our current house to be finished getting built. My wife was downstairs in the morning making coffee in the kitchen when she said she thought she saw my mom walk in because she could see a woman with long dark hair in the corner of her eye walk into the room, and then come up and stand right behind her. She asked if she wanted some coffee, but didn’t get an answer. When she turned around, there was no one there. My mom was still in bed. I was in bed, the kids were still asleep. I’m pretty sure it’s the same bloody faced woman from a decade before. The same creepy woman I saw descend the stairs and fade into the floor when I was a teenager. I know the area. There are a lot of unmarked graves around where those homes were built. My moms friend lives near that development and has weird things going on in her house to this day. She apparently looked up the history of where that development was built and it goes back to a lot of settler graves.

Whenever I wasn’t living there nothing would happen. Nowadays nothing happens anymore but I feel like whatever was there is with me now. Popping up briefly here and there. I actually had a spiritualist tell me that something was partially possessing my life or something negative was attached to me that wasn’t a part of me. I went through prayer with a few spiritualist healers once when I was 21. It was pretty weird at first but I felt it, felt like something left me for awhile and my life felt more positive. Eventually whatever it was has slowly infiltrated me again. I know these are kind of disjointed experiences and long winded. I have a the recording of the EVP my mom and I captured. I just gotta look through my computer and send it in. I’m on my phone writing all this. Feel free to ask me any questions.

Thanks guys


I submitted a story earlier, and I wanted to update the portion about what my wife saw.

After speaking with her again about what happened around 2010, she finally told me what she saw. She was upstairs in the bathroom blow drying her hair, and when her hair flipped up, she saw a woman in the mirror, standing behind her, with dark hair, and a pale face, half of it covered in blood. She says she hasn’t thought about it since it happened, but I know she doesn’t like that house. She says it’s full of bad energy.

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