I don’t know how many of the people reading this actually believe in ghosts, but I do. I’ve lived in a haunted house before. I didn’t know that it was supposed to be haunted, but it always felt a little weird in there. I moved into my dad’s house when I was 16. I’d hear footsteps when I was home alone and would hear noises in the kitchen and walk in to find cabinets open, but I always attributed it to the fact that the house was old and might have been shifting. (Although now that I’m a little older, I realize that it wasn’t that old, and is on a concrete foundation so it couldn’t have been shifting that much.) When I first moved in, I had two beds in my bedroom, one against one wall and one in the opposite corner. Well, I’d wake in the middle of the night, and look over there, and notice what looked like a man standing in that corner. It freaked me out, but, as I tend to try to be as sensible as possible, I chalked it up to a weird shadow being thrown in the corner. I finally realized that there was nothing that could cause that shadow, as the figure standing there was there no matter how I arranged things, and even when I covered my windows with foil.
I had a lock on my bedroom door that I locked every night when I went to sleep. It was the type where you pushed in the whole knob and turned it to lock it. One night, I heard someone rattling the doorknob outside, and I thought my dad woke up and wanted to ask me something or was making sure I was in my room, so I pretended to be asleep. They rattled it a little more and then I heard the lock snap open, and when no one walked in, I was curious as to who it was, so I turned on the light and my door was unlocked with nobody outside of it. I didn’t think much of it, until the next day when I asked my dad “What did you want last night? And I didn’t know you had a key to my door…” He asked what I was talking about, and then told me that there was no key to my door and that he’d never come to my room. I’m not sure how it was unlocked.
Once, my best friend was sleeping in the living room while my ex and I were sitting in the TV room watching tv when I noticed flickering light coming from the doorway. Thinking that Amanda might have lit a candle in the living room or kitchen, I walked in there and instead of seeing a candle burning, the kitchen floor was burning, between the tiles in the shape of a cross or an “x”. I freaked out, obviously, and called the boyfriend and friend in to see it. We put it out and boggled over it for a few minutes, and then I looked in the living room and saw a small snake on the floor. I didn’t know what to do, because that freaked me out even more, so I put a phone book over it and asked for a jar or large cup so we could throw it outside. When they came with the cup, I lifted the phone book and the snake was gone. Tell me it slithered from under the phone book when I wasn’t looking, I won’t believe it. I was watching the entire time.
Once my friend Nicky and I were sleeping in my room. The next morning, when I woke up, she told me that she’d woken up in the middle of the night and seen me standing in the opposite corner, but when she looked at me, she realized that my head was near the ceiling and I was glowing blue, and I had no legs, just a floating body. I’d doubt most people if they said things like this, but she’d seen things before, and her mother did too. On the morning that her brother died in a car accident, she had a vision of him speaking to her, and then his picture fell off the wall.
I finally stopped sleeping in my bedroom and moved into the bedroom next to mine. One night, as I was laying there, I heard a sound like fingernails scratching along the top of the wall in my old room, from one end to another. I laid there for a while listening to it, and finally walked into the room, said “Stop it, please” and walked back into the other room to find that the noise had stopped. Weird.
Then there were the weird little things. noises that would go on and on and finally stop when someone asked it to stop. Kitchen cabinets being opened, closed, and rustled through (glasses clinking, etc.). Footsteps around the kitchen and living room, stopping when the “person” walking would reach a carpeted area, and starting again when they would reach tile. (The kitchen and living room were set up in a circular pattern with a carpeted hall on one side.) A friend of mine was sitting with her back to a wall, and noticed that little pebbles kept flying over her shoulder and bouncing on the floor, and I’d always find pebbles all over the floor and shelves in my bedroom, even though there were no pebbles outside my house anywhere.
And finally, the weirdest fucking thing that ever happened. My friend Amber and I were laying in bed one night, and the room was getting darker and darker until it was almost pitch black. This shouldn’t have been happening, because there was a street light that shone in my window a bit, and the sun was coming up at the time. Anyhow, it got darker and darker until it was pitch black finally, and the room seemed to have gotten smaller. It was really odd. the air was pitch black and it just felt thick, and bad, for lack of a more descriptive term. I was terrified beyond words, and I couldn’t explain why, and I asked Amber what was going on, if she felt the same and she said yes. We decided that we had to go to the bathroom, and neither of us wanted to go alone, so we went together. (My house had the longest hallway of any house I’ve ever seen. The hallway was big enough to have the doors for 4 bedrooms. It was like a motel hallway.) The hallway was pitch black as well, and also seemed smaller. As we were walking down the hallway, I kept noticing dark shapes standing by the wall and in doorways. This scared me so much, I nearly had a panic attack in my fucking evil hallway before I could get back to my room, and we finally got back and closed and locked the door. I asked Amber what we should do, and since she is somewhat religious, she decided to pray, and before she’d finished, the bad feelings had left and the room was visibly brighter. Very, very strange.
So yes, I believe in ghosts (Or spirits, or something.). Other people look at these stories, and try to find a reasonable explanation for them, but I can’t believe any of them. I lived there, and most of these people, even the most sensible, no bullshit guy I know didn’t believe me for the longest time, until he saw it for himself. I finally found out, from an outside source, that someone had apparently committed suicide in that house. I don’t know how to find out for sure though. Any other stories?
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