Steven LaChance Blog

I remember the first time I saw you.
You passed my doorway
with a smile.
Then walked through a wall—
and vanished.

I remember seeing you
in my dreams.
Same smile,
as if you were knowing.
Knowing what?
I am not sure.

I see the blood
running down your face.
Your eyes glowing red.
Then you’re gone again.

Demon,
some will tell me.
Ghost,
others might say.

My imagination?
Maybe.
But you feel too real.

Then I hear you—
breathing,
right over my shoulder.
Deep,
labored breaths.
A stench fills the room.

I am not the only one
who hears you,
smells you.
It’s not just me.

You are real.
And I’m not sure
how I feel about that.

I hear your scream
and I want to run.
But then I see
that same smile.

It’s haunting me tonight.
I don’t want
to dream about you
anymore.
I want
to let you go.

About the Poem

This piece, I Remember You, comes from my experience with the Screaming House.

For those who know the story, you understand this was not just a haunting. It was a trauma that left deep marks, the kind that do not always fade with time. What happened in that house did not stay locked behind its walls. It followed me. Into my sleep. Into the quiet moments. Into the years that followed.

This poem reflects the kind of nightmare I still have now and then. The face might change. The setting might shift. But the feeling is always the same. The presence is familiar. It is the echo of something I lived through, but never truly left behind.

For anyone who has experienced something similar, whether paranormal or personal, you’ll understand. Sometimes the real horror is not what happened. It is what stays with you.