The Morton family had just moved into their new home in a small town which had a population of just of 5000 people. Jimmy and Ellen had one child named Alexandra and a dog named Crinkles. But ever since they moved into their new home the family just never felt right. Uneasiness was the best term to describe how they felt living in their new household. There was just something about it and the way that it backed out into a wooded area. A wooded area that took on it's own life form during the night. The trees always played strange shadows on the grass in the yard giving the house a mood of ominous feeling.
But inside the house everything was fine, at least for the first week or so. But then one evening just after midnight their bloodhound went into the closet and started to howl for no reason at all. Night after night he would howl continuously. Finally they decided to give the hound away. Several weeks after they had discarded the hound they contacted the new owners who said the hound was behaving perfectly and the hound had no problems with howling in closets. The Morton's were baffled.
They decided to get another dog but this time not a hound. It was a simple grey poodle who was somewhat high maintenance. This dog, within a week, went crazy and started to scratch the closet carpet to shreds. The next night, poodle boy, clawed at the closet door until he had no nails left. Mr. Morton thought about it and asked himself why the dogs would be doing this. He went downstairs directly under the closet and there was nothing but the wooden beams. He then looked down at the concrete basement floor and stomped on it. It was erection stiff. There was nothing more to do unless he was going to tear up the foundation, but that wasn't going to happen.
Mr. Morton headed back up the stairs but was becoming consumed by the mysteries within the house. Slowly this consummation led to an unhinging of Mr. Morton and his wife. Over the next week Mrs. Morton began to toss and turn in her sleep with indecipherable mumbles on her lips which grew louder every night.
Then one night Mr. Morton was in a deep sleep and was shattered out of his slumber with a scream from his wife. She was sitting up in bed sobbing and crying.
The next night things got worse when she started hollering in her sleep, "No, no more," the whole time she was screaming and madly wrestling her pillow. Mr. Morton tried to wake her from the night terror and yank the pillow away, but for reasons unknown she had super human strength. He left her alone and kept her under close watch, several times almost calling an ambulance. Slowly she calmed down and resumed a normal sleep. His daughter stood by the door and said, "What's wrong with mommy?" He smiled and said everything was okay.
The night after Mrs. Morton started shrieking in her sleep, "He's killing me. Help! Help! He's strangling me." Mr. Morton shook her out of the nightmare and snapped on the bedroom light. There she was lying on the bed crying, her neck blue from strangle marks. Mr. Morton stepped back in horror when again he heard scratching and howling in the closet. "Now the damn poodle was going crazy," he thought. He walked over to closet when the poodle came up behind him and licked his hand. The scratching and howling from inside the closet continued. He opened the closet slowly wondering what was inside.
His eight year old daughter was on her hands and knees howling, her fingers bleeding raw from clawing the inside of the closet...