For background I live in rural Ireland and this story begins when I was a child in the mid to late 90's and came to head in 2015 when I was 21 years old.

As I mentioned I live in rural Ireland, in the midlands to be exact. I'm the youngest of 6 kids and grew up in a pretty classic traditional Irish Catholic family.

As a child I'd always been made aware of our next door neighbours who lived directly across the road. Their house and our house are located across from each other and we are each others only direct neighbours.

Here lived an older couple with their sole daughter Sandra. The couple were strange and never seemed to leave the house much. They rarely interacted with my family or my parents rendering our relationship with them pretty much non existent.

Sandra was in her late teens to early twenties when I was a child and I was always scared of her. She had long black usually greasy hair and pasty skin. She rarely left the house and had an aura which felt unhinged and unpredictable.

These feelings were enhanced by the actions and stories I was told about her by my family. Keep in mind this story begins in 80s Ireland when kids were allowed roam free a lot more than now. My eldest sister Marie was the one who experienced the most negative encounters with her.

When she was young Sandra took a particular interest in her and always tried to chalk up a friendship with her. (Sandra would have been 4-5 years older).

My sister Marie would entertain these interests to an extent, mainly out of politeness but it was always met with another reason to be freaked out by Sandra.

It started when Marie used to wait for the bus at the end of our gate in the mornings. Sandra rarely attended school as it seemed her parents had no control over her. When she would spot my sister waiting for the bus she would open her window ajar and turn on heavy screamo metal music to try and scare my sister. Marie recalls that as she'd turn on the music she'd part her bedroom curtains slightly and would catch Sandra smiling and seemingly taking delight in making my sister uncomfortable.

You may think what's the harm in some metal music in the morning but keep in mind this was taking place at 7 o clock in the morning on misty dark cold desolate Irish mornings as a young girl waited by her self for her bus. My sister recalls that once her bus finally turned up Sandra would lower the music and close the curtains.

This continued for weeks until my mother noticed my sister became to be so reluctant and scared to get the bus by herself before she finally got out of her what was going on so my sister and mother stood at the bus stop every morning from then on with my mothers arms crossed staring at Sandra's window which stopped the music playing pretty quickly.

The freakish nature of Sandra started to ramp up as the more time went on. The summer of this same year Marie ended up spending an extra odd day here and there with Sandra due to the lack of variety of people to hang out with in rural Ireland and the lengthily nature of school summer holidays.

One day Sandra convinced my sister to come into her house. My sister recalls the house being pretty normal up until entering Sandra's bedroom. The room was dimly lit and had a pang of mustiness that my sister know our mother would kill us over if our rooms were kept in the same condition. The walls were covered in graphic posters of devilish themed Mental bands and gory computer games of the time such as Mortal Combat. Marie felt uneasy the whole time there but also curious to see behind these walls that my family spent hours conjuring up stories of the over exaggerated possibilities that laid behind them.

After a while Sandra offered to play a Ouija Board with my sister. Marie had no clue what this was and said yeah why not. She noticed the whole time Sandra kept her gaze on her as much as she could and seemed to get pleasure in knowing my sister was uncomfortable. My sister was disappointed with the lack of fun or action in this so called game and eventually up and left to head home. Sandra convinced my sister to call over a couple more times that summer and continuously pressed to play this Ouija Board game.

My mother started to become more concerned as Marie bizarrely started to ask questions about human and animal sacrifice. She pressed my sister on why and where she had heard of these things and my sister revealed that Sandra had books on these topics as well as the Occult and she'd been showing them and lending them to my sister. As you can imagine this most certainly did not go down well with my mother.

She marched across the road still with her apron still on from cooking the dinner and firmly knocked on our neighbours door. After a stern conversation and a notification that Sandra was not to come near her children again, Sandra seemed to take glee in the trouble that she had caused and happily told my mother that she'd also performed multiple Ouija Board sessions with my sister and that she hoped a demon now possessed my sister. That sealed the deal and our neighbours were officially black listed within my house.

A couple years later I came a long and stories such as these and many others not mentioned circulated my childhood to reinforce the ban on ever going near their house. Sandra seemed nightmareish to me and I feared the sight of her. She became more deranged as the years went on and supposedly even caused a split in the marriage of her parents.

If the story ended here I guess it would be a pretty tame story about a kind of freaky neighbour and no more, but that is not the case. Sandra burst back into our lives one night in an almost comical way that mirrored that of a horror movie. I was 21 by this stage and Sandra was nothing more than a scary figure from my childhood that seemed more apart of local lore than actual reality.

It was a particularly gloomy Autumn night in 2015. There was a blustery wind and heavy rainfall. It seemed fitting in the lead up to Halloween. By this stage it was just me, my brother who has special needs and my niece living at home with my parents. This particular night my dad was on a business trip to England so it was just the rest of us at home.

Over the years there had been two car accidents outside my house as it's situated on a dangerous bend on the road causing the death of three people (the bend has been reconstructed since). At around 2 am this night I was awoken by a scream from outside our front door. I shot up on my bed and my mind immediately raced to the thought that there had been another accident. I heard another wail and my heart started to race as I ran down my stairs in a flash.

As I reached the hallway and turned to the front door I was met with a face staring through the window pane and it was one that I will never forget. Her hair had gotten thinner and seemed patchy on her head. Her cheeks were sunken in and her eyes looked deranged. It was like she was looking right through me. She began repeatedly calling out for my parents by name. By this stage the shock of the situation had slightly worn off and I realised I had a complete stranger screaming at me through the door.

I cautiously asked who she was and what was wrong but she just kept screaming my parents names over and over like she was possessed. I slightly opened the door as I wasn't sure if she could hear me or properly see me as she seemed to have a glassed over look in her eyes.

Once the door slightly opened she pushed through and grabbed my arm. She started shouting my older brothers name now who she must of thought I was. I tried to calm her but to no avail and managed to back track upstairs to get my mother.

When I got to her room she was already up and as I began to explain what was happening she stopped me and just said "Sandra". I followed my mam downstairs and watched in horror as Sandra dropped to the floor at the sight of my mother. She now began wailing about her dog and how it was in trouble. By this stage the smell of her began to become obvious and was obnoxiously filling the room. It smelt like a mix of weed and alcohol.

Sandra began to become more coherent in her speech and tried to explain that her dog was being trapped in her car by her boyfriend. She kept screaming over and over that her dog was going to die and if she went back down her boyfriend would beat her too. Seeing this all unfold was so unsettling as well as seeing my now older mother try to handle it.

By this stage we began to hear calling from outside the door. I walked over and peered out and could see the silhouette of an elderly male figure slowing dragging himself up our drive way. He was calling out Sandra's name and as he got closer we realised it was her elderly father who we had not seen in years. He seemed agitated but also embarrassed by Sandra's behaviour.

We never found out if Sandra's boyfriend was doing what she claimed he had been as her father started to drag her away while apologising for disturbing us. As he dragged her reluctantly down the drive way she repeatedly called out my parents names while screaming for help.

The night sort of just wound down from there and we never really found out what happened. We haven't heard or seen from Sandra since that night but we did sadly hear that her father passed away recently.

There have been many more stories of things that Sandra did to my family over the years that I didn't mention, some of which include lying and creating stories trying to get us in trouble with the Guards (Irish police). I can discuss more in the comments if people are interested. Either way I hope me and my family never encounter more trouble from this woman again!

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