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happened to you (or a friend/family member). Did you live in a house you were sure was haunted? Did
you experience an inexplicable phenomenon? Sickening sense of dja vu? Encounter an evil inanimate
object? Confront a demon or spirit? We want to know. And we'll post the freakiest ones on Halloween.
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This didn't happen to me, but it happened to my aunt and it's so freaky I'll never forget it.
My aunt and uncle bought a cool old Victorian in a small town about forty miles away from
Austin. It was really a pretty awesome old place and had a historical marker in the front lawn
and everything. My aunt and uncle moved for job reasons years ago, and the house is now a
successful Bed and Breakfast. Why anyone would pay money to sleep there is beyond me,
though.
When my aunt and uncle were still living in the house, their daughter and her young son also
lived with them. Chad, the son, was about seven at the time.
One day, my aunt was home alone - uncle and her daughter were both at work, Chad was a
school, the lady who cleaned the house had already come and gone for the day. My aunt was in
the study, working a project or something. In this house, if you sat at the desk in the study, you
had clear view of the foot of the stairs.
She was sitting there on the computer, when she looked up and saw a young boy sitting a the
foot of the stairs, staring at her. He was about the same age as Chad, and she assumed he was a
friend from school. She asked the kid his name and he didn't answer. She thought he was weird,
so she told him he needed to be in school or to go on home. She looked down for a second, and
when she looked up, he was gone.
When Chad got home from school that day, she told him one of his friends had been in the
house. He said no way, all my friends were at school with me. She described the boy, and Chad
got real quiet. He said, oh yeah. I know him. He comes out of my closet to play sometimes at
night. Unnerved, my aunt and cousin told him to go play outside and stop telling wild stories.
A couple of months later, my aunt was doing research on the history of the house and found out
that a young boy, aged eight, had died there of leukemia in the 70's. She found an old
newspaper article about his death, with a picture she recognized. He was the same boy who had
been staring at her on the stairs that day.
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Sorcia MacNasty (http://sorciamacnasty.kinja.com) Dodai Stewart
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I had a couple of folks in Groupthink ask me about this, so I hope it's ok I re-post; I originally
submitted it here (http://jezebel.com/461612263#comments). I have edited it to include the
various theories that we've come up with as explanations (below the original story).
Why the Country is Scary: Sorcia's Spook-a-thon
We have never figured this out. And now, the three living witnesses have to be good and fucking
druuuunk to discuss the whole thing.
I was 7, my brother 10, my mom in her early 40s, my grandmother (her mom) in her 60s. So we
were all cogent. No one was too young or too senile to not recall this nonsense. Yet, still no bloody
answer.
Grandma lived on an isolated country road in NC that was named after her family since they were
the only crazy fuckers who lived on the land for about 1000 acres. And I *do* mean crazy. We hav
stories about relatives that start with, You remember that time Uncle Bob was in the ditch with a
shotgun? WHICH TIME?!
Her house had been empty for several weeks while shed been visiting us in Florida, but we were a
back, spending the weekend with her before trekking back to the Sunshine state. The house is in
the foreal country, literally over train-tracks, past a salvage yard and her nearest neighbor (a
cousin everyone is related to everyone who owns a house on the road) aint within screamin
distance. Yes, that seems to be a real system of measurement screaming distance.
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Its early in the AM, like just before daybreak. Were awake because these are farm freaks who
wake at the crack of dawn from sheer ingrained habit. Were eating cereal when we hear someone
pull up outside. Curious, we all run to the big picture window that looks onto the front yard. Ther
is a strange truck there. No one seems to be behind the wheel, though the engine is idling. The
truck is well, old, for one thing. Its old-timey like from maybe the 1930s? You could picture the
Joad Family heading to California in this thing. Its rusted but it was probably once painted blue.
We stare at the thing, bewildered. Mom asks grandma if she knows who that is. Nope, not a clue,
says grandma. She runs to get the phone to call her cousin and ask him to come up she thinks
maybe its a hired hand and hes just at the wrong farm. Just as she asks him to come on down, th
phone goes dead. Well. Thatsunsettling.
All at once, there is a loud, insistent banging on the front door. We all scream. My grandma, who
terrifyingly resourceful, huddles us all into the living room, away from a window where anyone ca
see us. Then, while mom, me and my brother tremble there on the couch, she grabs a serrated
bread knife from the kitchen and cautiously approaches the front door. She peeks out a side
window, very stealthily. She turns back to us and looks confused. She shakes her head, like, No
one is there. We all kind of breathe easier.
Then EVERY goddamn door in the house is banging relentlessly. I can still hear it. Rhythmic
and terrifying, like all the doors are about to splinter and crack. There were two doors in the
basement beneath us, so the sound is also a reverberation at our feet. The three ground-floor doo
are shaking we can see them trembling and jerking on their hinges from our vantage point on
the couch. Finally, mom runs to the window either from a psychotic break with reality or terror
I have no clue. She cries, Oh thank Christ Cousin is here! We run to her and peek out the
picture window there is no one that we can see in the yard, but we cant see all the doors from
our viewpoint.
Cousin walks by truck with a shotgun in his hand. Cousin, it should be noted, has pretty much
every gun ever made. He looks puzzled, looking at the rear of the truck, then he glances in the cab
window and he stops. He goes pale, runs a hand down his face. Then he RUNS towards to house,
towards us.
My grandmother flings open the kitchen door as she sees him coming. He shouts, Everyone get
behind the couch! Get DOWN! He runs past us as we bolt for the couch. The banging starts
AGAIN, all the doors and now we can hear the windows rattle. Its like a tornado or the end of the
world. We are too scared to even scream. Cousin flings open the front door and fires the huge
shotgun, once, BANG, deafening. As he does, the truck roars into life and it sounds like a train. W
scramble up; the banging stops, mercifully. Cousin is advancing onto the lawn, gun leveled at the
truck. We run behind him, wanting to be out of that shaking, quivering house and near the dude
with the gun. The truck peals out, backwards, cutting across the yard and racing into a breakneck
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speed. Tires squeal, rubber is burned. Cousin fires again and we all cower behind him. He blows
out the back window with the sound of a thousand plates smashing into linoleum but the truck
never even hiccups, just roars down the road. No tags, not even a vanity plate on the back.
There was NO ONE behind the wheel of that thing.
We all had a clear view. Everyone agreed. Not a driver in the cab.
Well.
Not anything we could SEE, anyhow.
The police were called (Cousin had to go home to his house to call this was way pre-cell phone
era). The phone line had been cut. There was not a single boot print in the entire yard except
Cousins, from where hed run into and out of the house. Cousin reported that there had been no
plate but when he looked into the cab, it looked like something from a horror movie. He said
there were all kinds of weird restraints handcuffs, c-clamps, nylon straps and he said the
floorboards looked covered in what smelled like blood to him (Cousin was famous for his keen
sense of smell and the window was down, so its possible).
Cousin said he thought he saw a blur of something out the picture window and ran to fire the first
shot, but missed because, once he stood there, nothing or no one was on the lawn or in the truc
Then it shot backwards out of the yard and out of our lives, leaving no answers, just a deep sense
unease every time wed visit.
Grandma and Cousin have passed. Deeply religious people, they stuck by their unchanging
versions of the story until they died. My brother, mother and I have never been able to figure it ou
neither did the cops, I think it should be noted. We dont know how all the windows and doors
were banging, and we dont know why we never saw a SOUL anywhere or how they could get
around the sides of the house without leaving a trace in the damp earth.
Appendix: My co-blogger, Luker (http://sassafrasjunction.wordpress.com/the-snarkologists/),
can back me up on this part when I told this story in Oxford to a group of friends, one of them
was recording my voice in the dark. The next day, the recording was all fucked up, like you couldn
hear anything, make anything out. Also, that same night, one of the remaining great-aunts still
living on the road died.
THEORIES!
1) Was it crazy Reds ghost? He was my great-aunts tit-shitting crazy abusive husband who held
a grudge against the family since they all beat the tar out of under the guise of a drunken horse-
shoe game after hed tortured my poor great-aunt for years.
2) I dont think it was Uncle Bob. For one thing, he was basically a good guy, just unbalanced. It
was the voices, really. And he was a minister. So.
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3) A light-stepping party of dwarf serial killers? I mean, maybe the driver was just really short?
Though that still doesnt explain the other shit.
4) Our wild-eyed neighbor Mousie kept bees and a pack of slathering, half-feral hounds. I dont
know how the bees and hounds could have staged it all, but we tended to list Mousie in our Usu
Subjects just because he was one of the weirdest motherfuckers in a 20 mile radius.
5) Maybe it was this crazy yokel (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Lawson)? If it was him,
then ironically I taught (http://sassafrasjunction.wordpress.com/2007/09/) his distant relatives
at the John Denver School.
6) Finally, we found out something that *may* help explain the mystery, but it would be a purely
supernatural explanation and were not really sure. Apparently, there was a farm hand during the
Depression who was fired by my great-grandfather because the guy weirded-out the livestock. Th
dude was fucking pissed and stole some tools before he left. Well, we kinda knew that part of the
story. BUT, we recently found out that after he was lynched by a small town mob a few years later
because they suspected him of raping and torturing a family a family that consisted of a mothe
her two kids, and an elderly grandmother.
EXACTLY the same fucking family that was in our house that day.
Riddle me that, motherfuckers.
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IS THIS STORY REAL. IS THIS FOR FucKING REAL
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10/25/13 11:33am (http://jezebel.com/yes-i-got-my-mom-and-brothers-permission-before-i-shar-1(http://sorciamacnasty.kinja.com)
YES.
I got my mom and brother's permission before I shared. I think they were sort of curious to see ifother folks might have another explanation.
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10/25/13 12:36pm (http://jezebel.com/off-topic-kind-of-but-i-think-im-in-love-with-your-bl-14521820(http://hellokayleigh.kinja.com)
Off-topic, kind of, but I think I'm in love with your blog. I imagine I will be spending the rest of m
day reading Jezebel ghost stories and you and your co-blogger tearing literature apart.
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Why thank you! Glad you're enjoying it. :)
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Mine is not about ghosts but it is weird, and I SWEAR it is true.
There was a period of time, when I was around 19 or 20, that I had a recurring nightmare. In the
dream, I was lying on my back on an operating table of sorts, with a bright operating room light
shining in my eyes. In the dream I was panicking, because I didn't know how I'd gotten on the tab
or what was wrong with me. And: I was being restrained somehow. I couldn't get up. As I started
thrash around, a man in a doctor/surgical mask appeared in front of me and said something like,
"just relax, it will be okay, let me turn on some music." And then he turned to a radio and Billy Jo
was singing, "Go ahead with your own life, leave me alooone." Then I would wake up, shaken. I h
this dream at least twice. Maybe three times.
Around this same time in real life my jaw was hurting me. It was determined that my wisdom
teeth were impacted. Since my uncle was an oral surgeon, my mom thought it would be
cheaper/easier to have him extract them. I went to his office, counted backwards as he turned upthe gas, and then realized that looking into the bright light was JUST LIKE MY DREAM. I started
freaking out, so he and his assistant started restraining me. JUST LIKE MY DREAM. And then he
was over me, saying, "just relax," and I SWEAR: He said, "Let me turn on some music." And it wa
Billy Joel. Singing. Go ahead with your own life, leave me aloooone. I think I screamed even
though I had the nitrous mask on and tried to get out of the chair but I guess all the
hyperventilating made me suck up more gas and then I passed out. I'll never forget it, though.
PS: When I woke up I asked my uncle if I could keep my teeth and he gave them to me, I had them
in a film canister full of alcohol for a while but then my brother found it and thought it was
disgusting and threw them out.
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Your recurring nightmare sounds a lot like sleep paralysis...for about a year (in my early 20s as
well), I'd regularly have a nightmare where I'd look out my window, and there would be a dead ol
woman with no eyes and wild, crazy hair looking back at me. My mind felt absolutely clear and
alert, but my body just would not move; I could even make out tiny details in my room, like name
of perfume and lotion kept on my dresser. It was just like in "Kill Bill" where Uma is willing her
toes to move....
Absolutely CANNOT explain the sleep paralysis nightmare occurring in real life, though. What a
mindfuck!
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"Room for one more, honey."
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It definitely was! I have had it again since then happens every now and then. But combined wit
dja vu? HORRIFYING.
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I have that kind of dream all the time. Awful!
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So, anyway, I was nineteen, and I had problems. I had pretty much been depressed and angry sin
I could remember, and going to university cut me off from my support system of family and
friends. My freshman year, things came to a head in the form of a godawful cliche: my high schoo
boyfriend came home on Thanksgiving break and I got the "Turkey Drop" treatment: he dumped
me the Saturday after the holiday.
That night, I went back to my dorm room two towns over with a singular purpose. When I got to
my room I drank a flask of vodka, and then I methodically took every pill I could find. I couldn't
pass out fast enough.
Thankfully, what I did to myself wasn't permanent, but I sure impressed the folks in the emergen
department. I'd done such a bang-up job of it that I got myself locked up in a behavioral health
ward for diagnosis and observation for several days.
I was semi-conscious in the emergency department - according to the medical records I obtained
years later. Honestly, I remember passing through that place, but I don't remember feeling or
thinking a thing. Like, my parents must have been there, and my poor little boyfriend had actuall
found me, so he must have been there. I don't remember a thing about any of that.
I am not sure exactly what drugs I took - a hodgepodge of antidepressants, sleeping pills, and
antipsychotic medicine, most likely - but whatever it was pushed me into the farthest-out mental
state I have ever experienced. It couldn't have helped that the doctors detected I had a massive
concussion - probably from braining myself on a piece of furniture when I'd passed out from
intoxication.
I remember when they told me I was going to be transferred to the behavioral health ward. I don'
know why, but I pulled the tubes out of my arms and hands. I used the tube that had been in my
hand to clip my phone to - Motorola Razr, remember those shitty things? - and gently looped it
around my waist. I tucked the phone into my underpants, and then wrapped myself in my hospita
shirt.
Walking was extremely hard. The floor would not stay flat. All my words slurred together, so I
stopped trying to speak.
And then I was in the ward, with a tough red plastic identifier around my ankle because both of m
wrists had been bandaged. RED is for crazy.
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I don't really remember things clearly for a day or so at least. They let me sleep a lot. It was a shit
hospital, so there were lots of senile people and other types who didn't really belong in a psych
ward on the hall with me. I didn't fight so the nurses left me alone.
When the haze of the drugs faded enough to allow me to string events together...well, that's when
became glad I'd overdosed on antipsychotic medication.
There was something wrong in the hospital, and that's about all I can say. There aren't really word
for what it felt like there. I'd been in other hospitals when I was younger, and this one waswron
It was full of scared people. It wasn't their mental illness - it just seemed like people were being
scared. What I rapidly realized was that whatever it was, I couldn't perceive it directly, most likely
because the pills in my system werewell, somehow, they were working.
From the time I got there, I had a roommate. She was the only girl there my own age. I remember
her skin was kind of dark and her hair was not like mine, but she was really pretty, and I loved he
When I first got in she asked me, I think, if I "had anything," and like an idiot I showed her my ce
phone. She could have taken it from me or narced, but instead she told me she'd keep me safe in
exchange for being able to call her mom.
What can I say about this girl? My memories of her are almost like the memories you have of
someone you loved who died when you were small. I remember thinking she was really brave
because she had schizophrenia and she'd had to take care of herself. She knew how to hide things
like the phone extra and food and she knew which nurses didn't give a fuck. She also knew - or
deeply felt - thatthing that was in the ward with us.
When we were alone together, with her sitting by the window and me lying in one of our beds I
was still so totally strung out she explained all these intricate stories and visions she'd had in th
hospital. Her whispered stories mostly centered around an infestation of things she said were
probably most like spiders, only with more legs. They weren't spiders, of course, not arachnids or
animals of any kind, but the were kind of like that. She showed me once, with a real spider that w
crouching in the corner of our room: "See, how, one leg rests on the ceiling? And two on this
window? And the others on the wall?" Well, they were like that, but with their appendages on
different planes.
She believed they had hundreds and hundreds of legs.
The ward was never quiet. If some one wasn't tossing their food across the room or trying to get
out through a caged window or ranting at empty air, then the old people - the senile people, who
should have been quiet and docile - were wailing. Wailing, straying, trying to get to the locked
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double doors. Some of them wandered; once one wanderer stumbled into our room, terrified,
gibbering, and my brave roommate guided them swiftly to the burly night nurse.
She did a lot of little things like that little, quick smart things, things I couldn't do. Things to
keep me safe. She called me a survivor, and told me I was so smart to keep "our" phone. She calle
her mother on the phone twice a day and I liked to listen to them talk together. When a weak old
man suddenly went wild in the dining area and turned his table over, she grabbed his yogurt and
saved it for me. It was fruit-on-the-bottom strawberry.
She had to leave. I don't remember how it happened, but after that I stayed in the room alone for
while. As I started to come down, I remember looking for the spider in the corner, but he wasn't
there either. Eventually, an actual real doctor saw me, and gave me some meds to help with the
swelling on my head.
After that the walking and talking got easier. The meds ebbed in my blood and as I came down I
tried to ask the others, the old people, the other sick people, about my roommate. I was starting t
feel the thing that was in the hospital. It was starting to...smell. It wasn't that, but it was like that,
stench: something which when perceived, immediately triggers memory. The memories it
triggered were all memories from my own life, memories of fear and dread.
My asking became more frantic as the stench ripened. Of course, the olds and the crazies did not
remember the brave one. Exasperated, I asked the nurses, even the night nurse, and the they just
told me what they always say in hospitals, which is that you aren't supposed to make friends with
the others.
The night my head cleared fully was the night they sent me home. I went home with my parents
and I left that horrible, rotting stench behind. I have never gone back to that godforsaken hospita
but I think often of my roommate.
I told my mother about her on the way home. I told my mother I was sorry, that I was sorry I didn
call her; that it had been very hard to talk.
My mother over her shoulder at me and said, "Don't be silly. We talked twice a day, every day."
I've never since corrected her.
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OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS GAME!!! YES! I'm still thinking about the stories from last year, most
notably the one with the tourists hitchhiking in Norway or somewhere else in Northern Europe
and spending the night at an apparent crazy person's home, replete with a blood-painted freaky
mural on the wall. I want to if the authorities ever checked that out...
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Varg Virkenes from Burzum. The black metal dude who killed that guy from Mayhem or M-
something, back in the 90s when church burning was the thing! It was like Twerking.
Bloody wall painting dude was for sure into the Varg. Like a fox. (except he couldnt give a shit
what it says) He has blood to wash off his hands, things are tight!
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Oh my god, some of the stories from last year totally freaked me out. I remember that one very
well! I loved reading some of them, but a few were definitely too much for me! There was one from
last year that featured domestic violence as well that I actually continue to have a lot of trouble
with - I'm kind of wondering if it's too unreasonable to maybe ask people to warn about somethin
featuring a topic like that? ETA: I know I sound like a wet blanket. I swear I don't hand out
toothbrushes to trick or treaters too!
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love getting freaked out reading about other people's experiences.
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TL:DR About an old farmhouse.
Lords of Kobol, this farmhouse one of my friends lived in freaked me out... To the point of physic
illness towards the end.
Mark rented this rambling old farmhouse on one of the back roads not too far from my familyfarm. He would have parties and there were always people dropping by. Very social place, even th
cows wanted to join in (they pushed part of the fence down and ran a few laps around the house
once.)
But something always bothered me about the house, in the beginning it was just a slight feeling o
unease, like somethingwas off but I couldn't put my finger on it. I noticed it more and more every
time I went over and it seemed to be worse upstairs, it got to be that I only ever went up there to
use the bathroom if the downstairs one was occupied. It felt like when you're in a room and
someone walks in behind you but you can't see or hear them but you know they are there and
aren't at all surprised to turn around and see them. Only there was never anyone there when I
turned around. I stopped going upstairs all together, no matter how long that downstairs bathroo
was taken up (I even went and peed outside a couple times to avoid going up.)
Eventually, that off feeling started getting worse to the point where I couldn't even bear to be in th
house anymore no matter how many people were around. The last time was a New Years party an
I was so uncomfortable I ended up throwing up outside and getting someone to drive me home at
11pm (I was stone cold sober, so it wasn't a booze thing.) I never went back.
Mark moved out that spring and into a place in town. The farmhouse came up in conversation wi
his girlfriend Tina, she'd mentioned how I bolted New Years and asked why I left without saying
anything to anyone. I reluctantly told her about how the house made me feel off and that New
Years was the last straw. She looked around to make sure nobody was listening in and told me sh
had that same feeling there, that someone was in the room with her and she would spin around to
see if someone was in the room and there never was.
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Then, she told me something that really freaked me out. Early in the New Year, just before they
moved out, Mark and his roommate had left one day to run an errand and Tina decided to take a
shower. The upstairs bathroom tub had those glass sliding doors with the frosted stripes (for
modesty) and horizontal handles on the outside that double as towel racks. She'd stuffed a towel
into the handle for when she got out and hopped into the shower, she said she got that awful
feeling that someone was in the bathroom with her as she lathered up her hair. She opened her
eyes a bit and pushed the suds that were running all over her face aside and saw legs under the
towel and below the frosted stripes outside the door. She didn't look up higher because she was
getting more shampoo in her eyes and she assumed it was Mark ducking back in to grab somethin
and being cheeky, so she turned her face into the water and wiped the suds off, turned back and
quickly slid the door open...
Nobody there. She jumped out of the shower and looked out the window because it had to be Mar
or the roommate fucking with her. No cars except hers.
She shut the water off, remaining shampoo be damned, dressed before she even dried herself and
left the house soggy and soapy and went back to her own place.
She said she didn't tell Mark about it because he'd razz her and that I was the only person she told
because I was the only other person who seemed to notice that something was off in that place.
A couple days later I was telling my parents about her story and my Mum and Dad looked at one
another funny and my Dad said "She's not talking about the house on the corner of Huntington
and Whatever Road is she? Jack Blahblahs old place? Is it the house with the weird barn and th
smaller house on the corner of the property Medusa?" Yes, it was that house. WHY?
Dad shrugged and said that back in the 50's the farmer who lived there lost it and shot his wife an
daughter before shooting himself in the house.
The person who bought it a few years later, Jack Blahblah, left the shotgun blasts in the walls and
just painted over them for some weird reason... Jack Blahblah was the old weirdo who rented Ma
the house. Dad said he never liked Jack, apparently he was crooked and a bit of a jerk and everyo
thought it was odd he left the walls scarred.
You guise, those fucking shotgun blasts were STILL on the walls when Mark moved in. We always
wondered why there were pockmarks on some of the walls under the paint and assumed it was ju
age and poorly repaired damage from over the years. Jack Blahblah told Mark the person who
rented there before was a hoarder whose cheese slid off her cracker and ended up in a nursing
home and thats why the house was a little worse for wear. He never mentioned The Murders.
So. Very. Disturbing.
I don't like telling that to too many people, because it sounds so cliche... But my Dad is pretty Old
School Maltese and isn't one for ghost stories, he doesn't believe in that sort of thing and thought
was being silly for moaning about my not liking the place and then being right freaked out when h
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casually mentioned The Murders.
"Just a couple old timey murders, keep your fuckin' wigs on."
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I also managed a Haunted Blockbuster. Like, working there was scary enough without theweirdness with the video cameras and the footsteps I could clearly hear on the stairs when I was u
in the Managers office alone. There was a lot of jumping out of my seat to throw the door open an
catch whoever was on the steps trying to scare me, even though I knew I was alone (against The
Rules, I know.)
Anyhoo, there was a Fabricland in the basement of the store, we shared an entrance with them.
You walked into the vestibule and either went down the stairs on the right to buy fabric or throug
the door on the left to argue with me about your late charges. I ran into one of the Fabricland ladi
one morning as she was coming in and we got to talking about the noises and weirdness, she
laughed and told me "you must be new, Sean hasn't told you about the fire and all the people who
died trapped in the elevator."
Fire? Deaths? Elevator?
Yup, after a little digging I found out that yes, there was a fire and people died in it... Trapped in
the elevator, which was right where the stairs going up to the office and the office itself was.
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What are these rules and what do I have to do so that no ghosts will be angry with me?
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Lol. The Rules of Blockbuster stated that we weren't supposed to hang around in the store alone
after close... If I remember correctly.
There were just some times that I wanted to get the deposits all lined up and ready to go for the
next day or get some stickering done ahead of the deadline and man oh man, you would think
putting a bloody sticker over an old one was EASY... But no, its not and the staff often put the
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Mine would be about from my childhood home.
Some background. Between my house and our next store neighbor was a school path. It went from
the beginning of our driveway, past our house and stopped at the end of our back neighbors housthen turned into a crosswalk. It continued past two more houses, and then led to the elementary
school and Jr. High. It was common for kids, joggers and elderly people to walk on the school pat
during the school year and summer.
The summer before my senior year of high school , I spent a lot of time outside. I had thought I
could garden a little, but alas I don't have a green thumb.
I was outside a lot that summer planting, watering, or just sitting outside when I started to notice
boy who looked about my age walking down the school path around the same time. He looked likhe was approaching from the cul-de-sac across the street (3 ranch style homes sat there) this was
after 12 noon, so I'd say around 1pm.
The first time I saw him, I was in the front yard watering. I barely noticed him. But I did take not
of what he was wearing. A black fedora type hat, back sweatshirt, black pants and black shoes. He
walked with his head down. He didn't walk quickly, but he didn't linger. I gave him no real
thought. Just another kid using the school path.
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For about a week around the same time he would walk by. I was normally outside. The second
major event was when I decided I would finally talk to him. Now, bare in mind I was a single,
seventeen year old girl. My hormones were probably raging and "hey it's a boy from the
neighborhood". I waited in the backyard by a flowerbed we had. Like clock work, he came walking
by around 1pm. He walked past me and I went "Hey". He stopped and turned. When he looked up
at me I nearly made a mess of myself. He was stone cold white. Not white make up but pale. He
was paler than me. His lips were a light pinkish hue and his eyes! His eyes were really something
else. In the brief second he looked at me, I could see they looked vacant. Or dead. I know it sound
corny/clich but I still get taken back thinking about it. He said nothing to me. Turned around an
continued.
The combination of rejection/fear of what I had just seen sent me inside. I couldn't bring myself t
go outside anymore. At least not around 1pm. My father took notice of this and asked me why I ha
given up the plants. I explained I had an "awkward" encounter with someone on the sidewalk. My
dad, being protective at the time wanted to know whom it was. I told him some kid across the
street. I told him maybe from one of the cul-de-sac houses. My dad went "huh". He was under theimpression that maybe someone had moved there recently. This impression because, one house
had elderly people, the second house had teenage daughters and the third was vacant. I asked wh
it was vacant. My dad said the last people to live there was a family that had one teenage son.
Apparently, the parents came home one night and found that the teenage son had hung himself i
the garage. After this they moved and the house (to my dad's knowledge and looks wise) remains
empty.
Like I said, I didn't go outside much anymore. I saw the boy a few more times (while I peeked
though a kitchen window) walking by. Same black attire. My senior year started and I became
busy. Flash forward to me at age 20.
I was home helping my parents pack up the house. I was driving though the old neighborhood. I
was at a 4-way stop intersection that was near the Jr. High. I was the only car there at the momen
It was dark out, but still light enough to see. I was looking to my left and right. No cars, I took off
looked in my review mirror as I drove through the intersection. There "he" was. Same outfit. Hea
down. I nearly drove off the road.
Now I realize this could have been a real teenage boy. The dark clothes/appearance could have
been a Goth phase. That is the logical thinking. Honestly, since I saw his face that day, I've though
otherwise.
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during the dead silence while I was alone with this thought. I'm ashamed to say that I screamed.
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DONT DO IT FOR THELOVE OF GOD (at least, if you dont have image search off).
It's not real though
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Several years back, we got a rescue pup. Now rescue pup (RP) had a tendency to bark for attentio
never sat still and was 100% fearless (no, seriously. He tried to make friends with a working
lawnmower. Fucking fearless). Right around the time RP turned one, he still was fearless, barked
for attention and had never growled. We moved into a new apartment that was 1 1/2 bedrooms,
with one of those little half rooms that we used as office space and put a futon in. When we first
brought RP to the apartment, he ran around making friends with the dust bunnies until he hit the
far left corner of the 1/2 bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks, all the hair on his back stood up
and he just stared and growled at this corner for a solid 10 minutes and fought us when we tried t
move him away. We thought it was weird, but RP is weird, so que sera sera. Three weeks after we
moved, my partner got laid off. Now, up until that point we'd never spend much time in the 1/2
room because why would we. He started his job search and we even joked about him being a stay
home dad to RP. After two days, he said it was weird, but RP would refuse to come into the 1/2
room when he was in there. Not even PB&J, RP's favorite human treat, could get him to move. He
would stand in the entryway and whimper, occasionally growling at the same corner, but he
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stopped barking for attention. Whatever, RP's a weirdo. My partner talked about feeling ill,
shaking and claustrophobic a lot during this time, but he was unemployed and stressed because w
really couldn't afford for him to be unemployed so we wrote it off as stress. Fast forward 2 month
and our niece and nephew (6 yo twins) came to visit for a long weekend. We ran around all day,
pumped them full of crap food and put them to bed in the 1/2 room. About 3:00 am, nephew
comes in crying. He said that "the badie" was watching him and it felt like he couldn't breathe. I
figured it was a nightmare and went to put him back to bed. Niece is asleep, and managed to sleep
through, nephew screaming upon entering the room, pointing at the same corner and asking me
I saw "the badie". I just put him in bed with us and he slept. The next morning niece and nephew
start talking at breakfast. Nephew tells "the badie" story and niece says "I saw her. She's not a
badie, she just doesn't like you because you're boy and boys hurt girls". Really fucking weird, but
they can be kinda wacky so I don't say much and tell their mom who just figures their making up
stories. They never talk about it again.
After our lease is up, we decide to move to the other end of our city to be closer to our jobs. When
we put the old address down on our application, the landlord looked at it and proceeded to tell usthat he knew the old building manager at our old place. They found an incredibly abused and
neglected girl locked in a dog crate that building. Male guardian was arrested and charged with
abuse. Girl died in the hospital later from her injuries. A Googling we went...it was in our
apartment...the crate was in the same fucking corner of that fucking 1/2 room based on the crime
scene photos we found. The only people who ever had bad vibes in that room were male. We're
non-theists but you best believe we've saged, blessed, and holy watered the ever (un)living fuck ou
of every place we've lived since.
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Holy fuck, dude. Now I'm going to wonder every time my dog barks at nothing, which is a lot.
Animals and kids - they can instantly judge your soul. (Or at least I tell people that when my dog
likes them.)
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That's soooo freaky. I've heard about police taking trained dogs to places where crimes took place
dogs are very sensitive to human stress hormones and can pick up on them even years after some
sort of traumatic/tortuous event happened in a place. That room was probably drenched in them
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GOOD LORD. I believe it. Even knowing that animals, especially dogs, pick up on everything, it
amazes me that your pup was pretty persistent about wanting nothing to do with that 1/2 room..
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I agree! It said when the dogs go to a place where someone had been tortured or held captive they
whine and get anxious, some put their tails between their legs. It really bothers them. It makes m
really pay attention to my dog when he's behaving strangely now.
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Two stories that give me "chicken skin" every time:
Story 1:
I used to babysit a sweet little boy, who was three at the time. His father, a co-worker and friend,
told me a hair-raising story that happened one time at their home when the grandparents were intown visiting. The grandparents took over babysitting duty for the night so the parents could go o
a date. When they got back, after the little dude was in bed, the grandmother shared this: "We
overheard Oscar talking to himself in his bedroom. When we asked who he was playing with, he
said, 'Oh, it's just Mr. Doobypants. I play with him all the time.'" The father thought, So what?,
until the grandmother shared that he had also had an "imaginary friend" named Mr. Doobypants
when HE was a young boy, and she had forgotten about it until that night. There was no way that
Oscar had ever heard the story or the name from his family members.
Story 2:
My father-in-law is both autistic and a deeply devout Southern Baptist - basically, he is my truth
barometer in a large family that tends toward drama and exaggeration. He very literally cannot te
a lie.
Several years ago, they temporarily moved to a tiny farming community just outside of a large
Southern city, where my mother-in-law was getting her MFA. They rented a house before they
moved there, sight unseen. My husband, the eldest of 4, was out on his own at the time, but went
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for a visit shortly after they moved. He reported back to me when he came home that it was the
creepiest place he'd ever stayed, but couldn't put his finger on why.
The family only stayed there for a few months before they switched to another house. We found o
several years later why:
My FIL began seeing a little girl in the home shortly after they moved in, only at night. He'd often
see her standing in the corner of the dining room or looking in to the bathroom. She had blood on
her face and an old-fashioned dress on (I honestly scoffed at this because it sounded so
predictable). No one else ever saw her, and he only saw her when he got up at night to go pee. He
started waking my MIL up to go with him, and she obliged him, even though she never saw
anything.
After they moved out and got to know other people in the community (via church), people asked
how it had been living in "that" house. Everyone there apparently knew it was haunted, and that
there is a constantly rotating cast of tenants...no one ever stays longer than a few months.
The house is right next to the train tracks that go through town, and the historical record indicatethat a young girl died in the house from blood loss after a window (facing the tracks) she was
standing at exploded as a train rumbled by. My FIL, who has never believe in any of this stuff
(being the Asperger-realist that he is), is now a believer, but stays far away from anything
supernatural after his experience.
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Why on earth would your coworker tell you a creepy story about the VERY HOUSE WHERE YOU
WERE BABYSITTING??? That's just wrong. Doesn't he know that the call was coming from insid
the house? That the escaped lunatic left his hook on the door? That on Oprah they predicted a
murder at a nearby college campus that night? Dear god!
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Funny, I never felt like "Mr. Doobypants" was a presence associated with the house...it's a tiny,
cozy place, not scary at all. Despite hearing the story (which he told me at work, blessedly, not on
his way out the door while leaving me there alone), it really never bothered me all that much to be
at their home. Incidentally, the dad grew up on the opposite side of the country, so perhaps Mr.
Doobypants is a friendly traveling family spirit...?
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I like Mr. Doobypants, for sure.
I just hate babysitting. I'm 42 with a child of my own, and the mere thought of babysitting scares
the bajeezus out of me.
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Oh man, ghostly kids. I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen
There was constantly something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothin
ever stayed where you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was
constantly terrified. One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little girl in my
bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right
outside my bedroom) I saw a little girl with blond curled hair and a rose-colored dress. She just
stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905. I started keeping the door closed so I
could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in
past her, I couldn't see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorr
for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever. As the years went by an
things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming... darker. I started feeling like she
wasn't really a little girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was
presenting this sympathetic image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my min
One day, when I was 14,I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn't tol
her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. Right aft
she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later
she walked back in with a puzzled look on her face and said "So, there's a little girl in your
bathroom". "Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Blond hair?" "Curls? Pink dress? Yeah. You know
that's not really a little girl, don't you?" I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and
excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of th
week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want t
believe). Eventually we moved out and I could not have been happier. I distanced myself from it
mentally as much as I could. Then, when I was 18,I took another friend on a road trip to pack up
few things I'd left in the house (my parents hadn't managed to sell it, and wouldn't for 5 more
years). The minute we got on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. When we came
around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. I could tell something wa
wrong, but he insisted he was OK, so we got to work. After a while he asked to use the bathroom
and I directed him to mine. Not 20 seconds after he left, he came running back in, gasping for
breath, andand slammed the bedroom door behind him. He started babbling about a little blond
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girl who isn't really a little girl. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very
solemnly said "She's not happy. With you. You left, and you weren't supposed to". We threw
whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waite
outside the door) and got the fuck out at top speed.
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10/25/13 11:15am (http://jezebel.com/ok-i-posted-this-last-night-on-someones-thread-and-it-1452115709)(http://ladysparrow.kinja.com)
Ok, I posted this last night on someone's thread and it was suggested I copy/paste it to my own as
well. So, here it is. 100% true, as crazy as it seems, and only part of what I lived with for years.
I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. There was constantly
something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where
you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified.
One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little girl in my bathroom. Every time
walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I sa
a little girl with blond curled hair and a rose-colored dress. She just stood there, staring, looking
like a photograph from 1905. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing
her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn't see her
anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was
trapped there, just like me, but probably forever. As the years went by and things in the house
continued to get worse, she started seeming... darker. I started feeling like she wasn't really a littl
girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathet
image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind. One day, when I was 14,I
had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn't told her anything whatsoeve
about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. Right after she got there we were
sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later she walked back in wi
a puzzled look on her face and said "So, there's a little girl in your bathroom". "Um, I, yeah she
hangs out in there. Blond hair?" "Curls? Pink dress? Yeah. You know that's not really a little girl,
don't you?" I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of
the house screaming. She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as
little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want to believe). Eventually we
moved out and I could not have been happier. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I
could. Then, when I was 18,I took another friend on a road trip to pack up a few things I'd left in
the house (my parents hadn't managed to sell it, and wouldn't for 5 more years). The minute we g
on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. When we came around the bend in the long,
steep driveway, he went completely white. I could tell something was wrong, but he insisted he w
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OK, so we got to work. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine. No
20 seconds after he left, he came running back in, gasping for breath, andand slammed the
bedroom door behind him. He started babbling about a little blond girl who isn't really a little gir
All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said "She's not happy.
With you. You left, and you weren't supposed to". We threw whatever we could grab in two trips i
my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got the fuck ou
at top speed.
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The location itself has a long history of violence dating back to conflicts between local natives and
"American" settlers. We found broken pottery bits all over when we dug post holes or new ditches
I found two metate (corn grinding stones). The land right on the other side of our tiny dirt road
was owned by the forest service, and absolutely littered with artifacts. The historian said there habeen several bloody raids between the native people and white settlers. Men slaughtered, women
and children raped and kidnapped. It sounds so cliche, like the back story of a B horror flick. I
don't know anything about the land between then and when my grandparents bought it in, I think
the early 70s (late 60s?). I don't think there was anything built there when they bought the land,
but I'm not sure.
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I really don't know what, other than an extension of whatever larger fucked-uppery that is
happening there. I can't explain how people could tell (or what made it seem) this wasn't the spir
of a girl; it was an overall sense of dark wrongness, anger, and ill-will. Have you seen film that's
been rotoscoped? Where they animate over film? It was kind of like that in that it seemed like she
was there, but as a cover, an animation over the truth. It all sounds like complete and utter
insanity, which is why I pretty much never tell anyone about it. If other people hadn't backed me
up, I really would have thought I was completely losing my mind. Before things in the house
started escalating to the point my mom couldn't brush it off, she was really worried about my
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAA deep breath
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I am brushing my teeth in the kitchen tonight and holding it in until morning.
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Sounds like eighth grade.
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I love you all, but nothing, NOTHING, will top Sorcia McNasty's tale of the farmhouse and the
possessed truck. I live in a rural area and I always get shivers when I see an old farm truck. I don'
know how to link correctly, but Ms. McNasty, you will always have a place in my subconscious!
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Yes I remember that scary ass story.
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When I saw this topic I totally remembered that story first! Also, I'm in bed at 1:42 am reading th
thread praying my house does not creak because I will piss myself.
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Ditto! OMG...freaked me the heck out.
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We had a rabbit for several years. When she was unhappy, she'd thump the bottom of her (metal)
cage. Just once, very loudly. It's a very distinctive sound.
She died a couple of years ago, and one day I hear my (grown) kids talking about how she stillthumps sometimes. They both say they only have heard it when they are alone in the house. I
haven't, I'm skeptical.
About ten days later, everybody is at work, and I hear it, same corner of the kitchen where we kep
her cage. For some reason, it just made me really sad. I lit a candle in the kitchen and just kind of
talked to her, told her that we missed her so much, but that she shouldn't feel like she has to hang
around, it's ok to go and rest now, etc.
This was back in the spring. I asked my daughter the other day, and she said she hasn't heard anythumps since the one I heard. I still don't know if I'm happy for the bun, or sad.
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My room mate in college and I ended up having matching black cats. We found one as a kitten in
Walmart parking lot- Shu. The other was gifted to us by people who knew we'd be good cat owner
- Puck. We went traveling with the Renn Faire and both cats adapted well to living in tents and
riding in cars.
About 6 months in, we were in a bad accident in New Mexico. That state has no shoulder on the
highway, so the car I was riding in slid across the highway, slowing down. When the tires slid off
the concrete and dropped those few inches to the dirt, the car had just enough momentum to flip
over. My besty's car caught fire. Both cats were terrified and ran. Puck was found by an insurance
adjuster and she kept him while we were in AZ. We picked him up on the way back to TX. Shu
never turned up.
Well, until a couple of months later. We found that I was going to have twins and moved into my
parent's house. I would walk through the living room and note a black cat out of the corner of my
eye and when I got to my room, Puck would be crashed out on the bed. Or I would leave Puck in
the living room to go put clothes in my brother's room and a black would run out, close enough
that I could feel her brush my leg.
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Puck disappeared about 4 years later. After living outside, he was never going to be an indoor cat
One night he just didn't come back. We started seeing coyotes in the creek that's about half a bloc
from my parent's house.
We moved into my aunt's house about 7 years ago. When we brought our first load of stuff over. I
swear, Puck was sitting on the porch rail when we pulled up in the car. and then wasn't there.
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After our family dog died, my mom swore that she'd feel little paws on the bed at night.
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I posted this earlier. I hope you guys enjoy it.
I have quite a few ghost stories to tell. Some of them are mine; some of them were told to me by
others. My favorite is the one that happened in the Most Wonderful House in the Universe. It's m
story.
I moved into the Most Wonderful House in the Universe while I was in grad school. The house ha
been built in 1911. It was/is a beautiful house. Two stories. Wooden floors. Three bedrooms and
two bathrooms. A huge kitchen. A screened-in back porch with a washer and dryer. The backyard
had room for a garden, one orange tree, one lemon tree, one lime tree, and a plum tree. The was a
lovely wooden deck. The front porch had, of course, a swing. The upstairs was one large bedroom
with a balcony and stained glass windows. I dream of living in a house like this again one day,
when I win the lottery.
I moved in, away from a house that was a former meth house, one that had made me sick. The
meth had seeped into the ground water, and I suffered for months from stomach issues and
generally weakness and illness before it became clear that it was the chemicals from the meth-
making of the former meth-makers that was probably the cause. I moved out immediately. I hope
to recover from my physical problems in this beautiful, perfect house. It had one flaw. A
downstairs bedroom was dark, even during the height of the day, because of placement. But, I wa
the only renter, so I closed that room off and stored my extra boxes there.
The first few months were great. The front porch was my favorite place to be, sitting on the porch
swing. I did notice some odd cold areas in the house, but I put it off to what I liked to think of as
"old house syndrome." That is, some old houses just have drafty areas during winter months. I
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discounted the sound of footsteps as house-settling as well. The house was so nice, and I had been
sick for so long. I just refused to have any problems there.
Spring arrived early that year and was really warm, so I started leaving the front door open, in the
hopes of catching cool breezes through the living room. The front door was huge, heavy thing, wit
a large lock that I only turned at night because it was so hard to open with the key. But, there was
screen door as well, and I loved it. It meant I could leave the door open, because I could latch the
screen, while I was at home.
It started with the door. I would open the door, and then, after I walked into the kitchen in the
morning for coffee, it would slam shut. I thought this was, you know, odd, but a draft. Obviously.
So, I put a book in front of the door. The largest version of Chaucer is good for this sort of thing,
and that seemed to work at first. Then, one day, I got up, came downstairs, opened the front door
slid Chaucer in as a doorstop, and went into the kitchen to start the coffee.
The door slammed shut.
I thought, "Huh. Must have not gotten the book in front of the door."
I went back in the room, opened the door, slid the Chaucer book in front of it, and left the room.
The door slammed shut. Really hard.
I paused. I put down my coffee and reentered the living room. The enormous Chaucer book was i
front of the television, nowhere near the door. The door was shut. And locked. The difficult bolt
had been turned. I froze.
I looked around the room nervously, picked up the Chaucer book as a weapon, and then, Ireopened the door. I was in the process of convincing myself that it was a friend, playing a joke. I
had friends like these. I unlocked and opened the door, looking out on the front porch. No one.
Then, I realized that I had just unlatched the screen door to look outside.
In moments, I found myself outside on the front lawn in my pajamas, clutching the giant Chaucer
book, looking, I'm certain, like a lunatic.
My first thought was not ghosts. My first thought was crazed maniac intruder. I mean, seriously,
the living are far more dangerous than the dead.
Finally, I gathered up enough courage to go back inside. I couldn't quite get past the
embarrassment of showing up at neighbor's house in my pajamas, to call the police, who might
find an empty house. So, I went back inside. I'm embarrassed to say I was holding Chaucer over m
head as a weapon. I can only imagine how it looked to an observer, and this is the first time I've
told this story and admitted to the Chaucer part.
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When I got inside, I went from room-to-room, including closets, clutching my phone, which I
grabbed as well, and a giant textbook. Nothing. I even looked into the basement under the
screened porch. Nothing. Everything else was locked. I calmed and decided that it had been the
wind. Somehow. So, I tested it. I slammed the door, over and over, attempting to get the lock to
slip. No go. So, I decided it was a fluke, a weird thing that had happened. I opened the door,
latched the screen door, and put Chaucer back in place. I went into the kitchen for breakfast.
The front door slamm