14. Yep Just Grandpa’s Ghost Having Fun
A few years ago, my grandma and I traveled a state over to stay with my grandma's sister on their farm for a couple of days to attend a family wedding.
The first night sleeping, I constantly felt a freezing breeze blowing across my right ear. You'd think that it would've stopped when I pulled the blanket over my head. Nope. Maybe when I rolled over and smashed my ear into the pillow? Nope again. I figured it would have to stop if I laid flat on my back, but still the breeze persisted—only that time vertical instead of horizontal.
After a night of very little sleep, I told my great-aunt about it at breakfast. Very casually, she told me that it was her father-in-law, who'd been dead for a good 60 years at that point. He meant no harm, and I could ask my cousin about it at the reception, as I had spent the night in his childhood room. Went on to tell me about how this cousin always had stories of playing with an old man in his bedroom as a kid—one that there weren't any surviving photos of, but when he described him to the family they all agreed on who it was.
Went to the wedding, and then at the reception I got a chance to ask my cousin about it. With the same casualness, he told me "Yeah, that'd be Grandpa K., he's harmless and will probably leave you alone tonight."
Sure enough, no breeze on the second night.
I still want to know where the breeze came from. I want to know how my conservative, religious relatives are just like "oh yeah, that's just grandpa's ghost having some fun" and leave it at that. I want to know why that room in particular—I've stayed in that house probably a dozen times without incident, but that was my first time in that room. I want to know why I couldn't recreate it during the day, even with my head in the same place, or again on the second night. I want to know why no one thought it relevant to mention that I'd be sleeping in the apparently haunted room.
13. Aww, Puppy Heaven Called
Something unexplainable actually just happened to my wife and me.
We lost our beloved dog last year. He was our world. His urn, bed, and toys are in our living room next to our TV. We never called him by his actual name. Instead, we always used a nickname, which for the sake of this story I will call "Sunshine."
We recently got a new cable provider and wireless router. As a result, our Wi-Fi has a new name. Our old wireless network was named something like "[last name]1" and we changed it to "[last name]2." My wife and I went around the house and made sure that all our devices are connected to the new wireless router.
As we were trying to configure our Chromecast, the TV screen gave a message along the lines of: "Do you want to connect to SUNSHINE?" My wife and I just stared in disbelief. We didn't think that any wireless networks in our area had the same name as our late dog's nickname.
I immediately said, "Uh...I've never seen that Wi-Fi network before, have you?" My wife responded, "No. Definitely not." We opened our phones and checked the nearby Wi-Fi networks. There was none named "SUNSHINE." Then we checked on my laptop; no wireless networks named "SUNSHINE." We checked periodically throughout the day and still there was no sign of a "SUNSHINE" network in the area.
I can't explain why our TV tried to connect to the network with the same nickname as our late dog. We've never seen that network in our area. In fact, we live in a remote part of our state and nearby networks—which are few—have generic names given by the cable provider such as "Home [numbers]." Given that our dog's urn, bed, and toys are all next to the TV, we like to think that our pup was saying a quick hello.
12. Skinwalker or Desiccated Coyote?
Just to preface this: I am an agnostic/atheist with a STEM degree and no interest or belief in religion, the supernatural, the occult, new age stuff, or anything like that. Nevertheless, this is a true story.
So this incident, in stereotypical horror movie fashion, happened on prom night about 25 years ago. I attended high school in the American Southwest, on the edge of the Navajo reservation. After my junior prom, my date and I decided to drive out into the desert wearing our fancy clothes. I can't remember exactly why now—probably we wanted to go find a place to make out or something.
Anyway, we had been driving down this empty desert highway for about half an hour when I saw something in the headlights walking down the side of the road ahead of us. As we got closer, I realized that it was a dog. Or at least something that sort of resembled a dog. It was fairly large, maybe the size of a golden retriever, but strangely skinny and malevolent-looking. And it had this bad, unexplainable white-ish/blue-ish/green-ish aura or glow. If you've ever played Destiny, it looked exactly like a dog-shaped Cursed Thrall in the dark.
It stopped and stared at the car as we drove past. And something about it frightened me out of my wits like almost nothing else ever has in my life—the muscles in my hands actually contracted involuntarily and I instantly broke out in a literal cold sweat. At first, I thought I had just let my imagination run away with me, but after a couple of minutes of total silence, my date said, "Holy s***, did you see that? What the hell was that thing?" and we had a whole conversation about how strange and evil and scary the bad dog-thing was. It freaked both of us out pretty badly and we couldn't stop talking about it for the rest of the night.
A Navajo friend told me later that she thought we had an encounter with a Skinwalker.
I'm no expert on Native American lore, and maybe it was just a hungry coyote. But to this day I don't feel like it was a coyote. I spent most of my life in the Southwest, I've seen coyotes on a few occasions, and this didn't seem like a coyote to me. And coyotes don't glow in the dark or cause two otherwise normal, rational people to break out into a terrified sweat. I don't know. I still can't explain it all these years later. I would prefer not to have any more life experiences like that one, though.
11. Dogs Always Know
So this happened to me a while ago. I was probably 16 or 17—I'm 26 now—and I was walking my dog Boxer in our neighborhood. Just a little background on Boxer right quick, he wasn't the friendliest dog at first but he wasn't aggressive towards people either. He was just always... alert. He made us feel extremely safe but we never had to worry about him hurting other people. As long as they didn't have any ill intent, he was pretty chill. He wasn't much of a barker either. Unless he saw an animal or something.
So it's dark outside at this point, maybe 9ish. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going. Boxer was basically leading the way and we were only a few houses down from my own. We were across the street from a house that to this day remains vacant. All of a sudden I feel Boxer pull with all his might and he starts barking like a mad dog. I look up to see what was making him react this way and immediately I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand. It appeared to be this woman. She had dirty blonde matted hair and it was slightly covering her face. She looked to be wearing a hospital gown.
I know that sounds crazy but I swear this is what I saw. She had a yellow blanket in her hand and she was walking down the vacant home's driveway. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion. And it was almost like she wasn't even aware of me or my loud ass dog. I took one look at her and started pulling Boxer back to the house. He was a medium sized dog (Shar-Pei and pit bull mix) and I'm a plus size girl so when I tell you it felt like I was trying to pull back 10 dogs, I'm not kidding.
After much pulling, I manage to haul ass back to the house. my brother was playing video games in his room and I tell him what happened. My eyes watered up with tears which is weird because I'm not much of a crier.
The bad feeling I got out there when my eyes landed on her did. Not. Go. Away. And I swear it felt like if I peeked through the blinds in my bedroom I would see her standing there. My brother let me stay in the room with him, which was a rarity. But he definitely saw how freaked out I was so he was chill with me. I've never experienced anything like that before and there's probably a logical explanation to what I saw but I did not care at the time. It was like all rational thought went out the window. Creepy as hell.
10. Stephen King, Is That You?
When I was 18, I came home in winter from college to stay with my second family. I had moved out at 17 and a woman I worked with took me in to be part of her family, so this takes place at her family’s villa-style farmhouse. On this night, since all of their other children were gone for a while and I loathed staying in my room due to the creepy vibes I'd gotten in there from day one, I was staying in the bedroom that belonged to their youngest son (~19 at the time).
Now, I should've known better to stay out of that room anyway, but I hated my own room even more, purely because of the creepy vibes. My papillon (RIP that sweet boy) went everywhere with me when I was home, so he was with me in the bedroom on this night. I was also on my cell phone with a friend from college for hours, and every time something weird happened in my room, the call would drop. A heavy sense of dread weighed on my shoulders most nights I spent in that house, and this was no different.
The first weird thing to happen was around 10-10:30pm, when the TV turned itself on and played white noise. The remote was on the nightstand beside the bed, so it wasn't an accident on my part. When I stood up to turn off the TV, my phone call dropped and the TV turned itself off. I jumped back in bed with my dog and called my friend to relay the event.
Between 15 and 45 minutes later, while I was still on the phone, suddenly the top blanket was yanked to the end of the bed. My papillon was up by my chest and would be too small to yank a heavy blanket like that. Nobody was under the bed to yank from that angle. Of course, my cell phone call dropped when the blanket got yanked, so I quickly yanked the blanket back up to my chest and called my buddy back. I had the strong sense that I was being watched, but living out in the middle of nowhere, it couldn't have been by another living person.
The final unexplainable occurrence from that night happened about two hours after the others. I heard a loud scratching that sounded like it came from the roof. There were no trees within 60 or 75 yards of the house, so it definitely wasn't a tree and it likely wasn't a squirrel or other wildlife. Within 30 seconds, the scratching moved to the top of the gun cabinet in the bedroom with me. The gun cabinet was at least eight feet tall with 12-foot ceilings, and there were no cats in the house or on the property, except for random ferals out in the woods yards and yards away.
Of course, my phone call dropped as the scratching moved into the bedroom. The scratching continued for maybe 15 to 30 seconds in the bedroom and then abruptly ended. I called my buddy back in tears, convinced something was playing with me before finally eating me or something wicked. Nothing else happened that night, but we stayed awake on the phone until probably 4 am.
I can't explain any of it, and to this day it's one of the scariest nights of my life. The house had been built new for them about five or six years earlier on her family's homesteaded land, and to the family's knowledge, the land had not been used for a cemetery, slaughter, or anything else that would lead one to expect paranormal activity there. We had had a house fire the previous May, resulting in the deaths of five dogs and my sweet little black cat via smoke inhalation, but very little damage to the house itself. I had always felt barely welcome in the house anyway, and shutting the door to our (kids') wing of the house felt like shutting the door to a jail cell.
9. No Thank You
My mother and I are book collectors, and avid readers, so when I was growing up, we converted the outside cottage my dad had built for his mother into a library, as she had moved on. We had more than 2,000 books, all neatly arranged on the bookshelves alphabetically by author name.
One hardcover book in our collection was an encyclopedia that described in detail various haunted places in the world. The author had taken his own pictures and compared them to historical "paranormal" photos. This book was the bane of my childhood. It never stayed alphabetical, it would always move to the bookshelf facing the front door. At the time, I just ascribed it to family pranks—my sister had used my love of books to terrify me in the past, namely with Cujo.
The pictures had a floating dot of light, that would not be in the same picture, I would have to read through the book to find it each time. Either I misremembered its location constantly, or I imagined it completely. After three months of not knowing, it ate at me until I committed the greatest sin in my eyes, I circled the floating light in the photo and checked it the next day. The page was blemish free. At this point, I was terrified, so I took the book to school and left it under the floodlights on the cricket field after practice. I found it at home the next day. In its spot. Facing the front door.
That Friday, I took it to school again and gave it to a girl I hated. She left the school the next week and moved away, I don't know why.
I have only seen it once after that, it was in an SPCA second-hand book sale 6 years later. I picked it up, my mother's name in the front, no circle in any of the pictures, and the floating light in the second to last picture. I put it down and left the shop.
8. Play the Song
Repost from an answer to another thread.
Before I go on, just a caveat; I'm an atheist, also, I'm very skeptical of all things supernatural and I'd probably be the first to scream bull had someone else told me this, so yeah, I totally understand if you don't believe me. I still get jittery even though a lot of time has passed since, even as I'm typing this I'm getting really nervous by just thinking about it.
I've come to accept the fact that even though it might have been a hallucination, it was freaking real for me and that it's something that will probably remain unexplained forever but will stay with me as long as I'm alive. I remember every single detail of that day, every speck of light, sound, smell; like a trauma survivor.
I was 18 at the time and it happened on a high school trip in Spain. After a whole day of sightseeing, going around Barcelona, just doing the usual stuff, we were driving back to our hotel. I was listening to music, didn't feel like socializing much with others, especially since my class got mixed with some other people I didn't care much about and my friends were all on the lower deck of the bus while I was stuck with some obnoxious loud kid seated beside me, fidgeting all the time and screaming to his buddies across the bus. The fact that he stank didn't help much. Anyway.
I'm sitting there, listening to music, trying to tune out the noise that was super irritating and just watching the scenery through the window. We were driving through what I would describe as semi-industrial part of some town, lots of uninteresting, plain buildings, warehouses and such.
At some point the kid elbows me accidentally and I instinctively turn towards him, telling him to chill it, and at the moment when my face was in the opposite direction of the window, I see something move in my peripheral vision. In the same moment, the feeling of utter and total cold envelopes around me and a deep, panicky feeling develops and I look straight in front of me, not wanting to look to the window, unsure of what I might see there, feeling scared and silly at the same time. It really took a lot of strength to muster enough courage and look outside the window and to find that, of course, nothing is outside, just the usual warehouses, empty streets, nothing interesting.
At that moment, the bus stops on the red light and once again, I see something lingering in the back of my vision. This time, confidence boosted a bit by my previous victory over my own fear and superstition, I turn around. And actually see something.
At that point, I think my mouth was literally agape as I stared. It wasn't a now you see it-now you don't type of situation. I was staring at it for what seemed like hours but was probably 30 seconds, or whatever it took for the light to turn green and the bus to resume driving.
It was, because yeah, it was an it, no doubt in my mind about that, a different kind of dark, a deep subtle, moving darkness, the closest I can come to describe it is by asking you to imagine fire and the way it moves, fumes and all, but only black, utterly black.
Outside was getting dark but I was still able to differentiate all it's body parts and movements. It was walking on the left wall of the building, on all fours, back legs backward, went across the face side of the building, at which point it turned its horned doglike head straight towards me and stared straight into my eyes for what seemed like forever. Then it climbed on the roof and the bus started driving away.
I literally had to rip myself from looking at it and stared in front of me. I was a complete mess, shaking, thought I was going to have a heart attack, felt cold all over. The feeling of dread was something completely alien, unimaginable, it was like my mind was screaming and tearing itself apart because it has witnessed something it knows it should not, something that is not supposed to be possible, and I felt like I was in a totally different plane of existence compared to the other people on the bus.
I only half consciously realized that they were all screaming and laughing the whole time, not one of them had sensed anything wrong. The stinking kid besides me asked me kind of frighteningly if anything was wrong and if I'd like him to call our teacher to which I only muttered that no, it was okay and just let me be, trying to explain to myself what had actually happen.
Couldn't sleep that night and had developed a head-splitting headache for the rest of the trip. I was a constant mess and couldn't wait to go home.
I've made a point with myself never, ever, not in a thousand years, to check my peripheral vision to check whether something's there. Nope. Just freaking nope.
So yeah, there it is. I understand if it seems like I'm lying and it's totally fine and understandable; as I've said, had someone else told me this, I'd be yeah bro, drop the dope a bit next time, but I swear, it really did happen.
Regarding the thing I saw, and the whole moving darkness thing, I've seen the creature from the game Prey and the way they animated it looks really similar for those who want to take a look.
Also, this is the first time I'm writing about it, told my friends, they shrugged me off, whatever. Doesn't matter if it was a hallucination per se, had a deep unsettling effect on me and in that way was real to me.
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7. Guardian Angel
I was eight months pregnant with my second child. I had to take my mom to a doctor’s appointment, she was getting a procedure and could not drive home after. I had my not quite two-year-old with me. He was in the backseat behind my mom in his car seat. I was driving a Jeep Wrangler. I pulled up to the intersection to make a left turn. I was in the crosswalk and the light turned red.
I heard a loud man's voice tell me to "BACK UP NOW!" I put the car in reverse and backed out of the crosswalk. I did not have time to look up or put the car back in drive when I heard a loud crash. Two cars collided in front of me and a SUV was where my car just was. On my hood was the headlight cover for the SUV.
As the police, fire dept. and EMS showed up they wanted to treat me since I was really pregnant and I had to keep telling them we were not involved in the accident. One EMS guy picked up the plastic on my hood and said "How?" I told him what I heard. He said "I guess you have an angel." My mom did not hear anything. I still don't know what that was.
6. The Creepiest Ones Are Always in Hospitals
For a few years I worked at an inpatient acute critical care psychiatric/behavioral hospital for children and adolescents. I grew up not believing in ghosts or anything like that.
So one morning I’m working the child unit and part of my responsibilities is to interview each child. We had a scale—basically a worksheet with questions we asked the kids twice a day as a unit of measurement pertaining to their psychiatric health—to go over once in the morning and once at night. I was dayshift so I did it in the morning.
For obvious reasons boys and girls were kept very separate at night and only after morning routines, the interview and hygiene, were they moved together into the common area.
So on this morning I start with the boys and interview them and one of the questions is “Are you currently or did you recently see or hear things that aren’t really there?” Normally if this is true the patients are very hesitant and scared to admit it, I’m talking to this five- or six-year-old boy who starts getting really nervous and fidgety when I asked this question, which is a significant indicator of a positive answer. If they answer yes the follow up question is “Can you describe what you saw or heard?”
This little boy goes into vivid and exquisite detail about a small girl in pink pajamas who was crying in his bathroom very early in the morning before it was time to get up, he talked about how she was scared and didn’t want to be here anymore and he comforted her, he went back to his bed to retrieve a blanket for her and when he returned to the bathroom—each room had its own—she was gone and he went back to bed.
I finish the interview and while I’m intrigued at the intense detail he remembered which is unusual, I record it and move on. Unfortunately, visual and auditory hallucinations aren’t new to me at this point.
I move to the girls’ ward and start the process of interviewing over there. Second or third out of approximately five or six girls gets nervous and fidgety at the same question, finally admits she did see something. Cue me asking “Can you describe it?” She starts by saying that it was early this morning. Before it was time to be awake she hears crying from her bathroom, investigates and finds a little girl in pink pajamas crying in the corner of her bathroom, she goes into the exact same vivid detail as the boy did and explains the little girl is scared and doesn’t want to be here anymore she comforts her and goes back to her bed to retrieve her teddy bear to help comfort the little girl, when she returns to the bathroom with her teddy bear the girl is gone, she then explains she doesn’t know how she left because her door never opened. I record it and then request an immediate transfer to the adolescent unit.
I recorded everything and took both scales (interview worksheets) to the therapist on duty, I explain the entire thing and I am adamant that these two kids never had a chance to talk to each other to come up with this story. He says I believe them and you completely. I say “Wow I never would have thought you would accept this so easily,” he says “Well it helps that this happened about 20 other times in the past.” Same vivid details, same little girl, same pink pajamas.
The clinical reaction? Shoulder shrug, and a “we don’t count those stories as diagnostic material anymore”—like basically we believe they really are seeing ghosts and it’s not a hallucination. I was there for approximately five years and the girl in the pink pajamas came up approximately four times in my time there. I can’t explain it away. *Shrugs shoulders.*
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5. It’s the Missing Money That Bothers Me Most
I’ve posted many stories about my time growing up in England and the houses I lived in where I experienced strange occurrences so as a summary here are the things that have happened that I have zero explanation about:
House 1: Later found out a policewoman hung herself in the room that ended up being the bedroom for my sister and me.
- The room was always colder than the other rooms in the house.
- My sister woke one night to see a man in a black suit, bowler cap and cane sitting on her bed staring at us.
- Heard two male voices having a conversation in the room when the house was empty.
- Unexplained noises every morning downstairs that sounded like a paper guillotine slicing paper. We didn’t own one.
- Every morning could hear people downstairs getting ready for the day—bowls and cutlery clattering, voices chatting—but no one was there.
House 2: Dad woke up one night after hearing hooves. His bedroom was on the ground floor and we were nowhere near horses or farms. He sat up in bed, mystified, and saw rows and rows of heads, with silver helmets and red plumage passing through the room in the direction of the city. The house was built on a Roman road so over the years the land would have built up so that in this era all you’d be able to see would be heads had they been Roman soldiers.
Mum left an envelope with 1,000 pounds on the staircase one day. Just the family home, no one else came over. Two hours later the envelope was gone and we never found it. Would wake up frequently in the night and my room would be filled with mist. TV and lights would always turn themselves on and off.
House 3:
- The door in me and my sister’s bedroom would always, always be open every morning. Even though we closed it each night. I remember half waking up one night to hear it slowly opening.
- Mum and Nan having a chat at the kitchen table one day about Nan’s parents who had passed. Mum said “what would your mum and dad think about it?” I can’t remember exact wording but she specifically mentioned Nan’s parents. Next thing, a picture above the table that had been up for 20+ years suddenly came off the wall and crashed down in the middle of the table my mum and nan were at.
4. Oh Cool, So That Terrified Me
I was in my apartment and just playing some video games with my roommate. Our place is set up where our rooms are on opposite sides of the apartment.
We are both in the same chat talking with a friend. Everything is normal until I hear a knock on my door. I said “come in” thinking it was my roommate. My roommate says on the chat “who are you talking too” I freak out and say “did you hear that knock,” he says he did. We are both freaking out.
Then maybe two seconds later a white figure comes literally right next to my face. It has no facial features and I flip out. I almost fell out of my chair and run to my roommate’s room. We are both freaking out now. He clearly heard the knock too. And it didn’t sound like someone dropped something above or below us. It sounded like a knock you hear when someone is trying to come in. I’m not sure what happened or what it was but by far the most scared I’ve ever been.
3. Nothing Good Ever Happened to Someone Playing With a Ouija Board
I once played a Ouija board at a friend's house. I don't believe in the paranormal so it didn't bother me that she lived on an Indian burial ground next to a lake where someone had previously drowned, or that her Ouija board was supposedly from Salem.
Everyone who was in the house at the time was playing the board, and although she had a small dog, which I don't even remember if it was in the house at the time, it could not have been responsible for the things that happened.
While we were playing, the planchette moved incredibly slowly, supposedly due to the "low energy" of the "spirit" we were talking to, which was that of the drowned man from the lake. Right away I speculated that someone had been pushing the planchette. There is always one person in a group who likes to mess with the others, and the fact that it moved slowly and almost always to the same answer since we only asked yes or no questions, contributed to this theory. That way, moving the planchette would be easily concealable.
I was very sure of this theory. Of course, they would use the drowned man's identity, the one story that everyone knew in order to make the experience more interesting. I noticed that one person in particular was having all sorts of fun provoking the "spirit," and knowing her personality I was almost certain it was her. At least, until the more unexplainable stuff started happening.
Suddenly, three clear foot stomps sounded out from across the house. Now, my friend lived in a somewhat old house, but these noises sounded like a person wearing heavy boots stomping by the back door. Without even saying anything, we just gave each other a look that said "did you hear it too?" that confirmed our thoughts.
We were all visibly shaken and didn't really know what to do, but then, from inside the cabinet under the television we were playing next to, three clear knocks rang out. Since I'm easily spooked, I was on the verge of tears and begged everyone to stop the game. At that point, though, it didn't take any convincing.
After the game, everyone showed visible signs of paranoia that are hard to dismiss and makes me question if anyone really set up the whole thing. I believe that everything has a rational explanation, no matter how crazy it seems at the time of happening. My personal theory is either that somebody messed with the planchette or that somebody subconsciously moved it.
The boot stomping is more difficult to explain, but perhaps somebody momentarily stopped by and needed to shake the mud off their boots upon entry. Maybe it was the washing machine making a weird noise from the basement. Either way, the timing was very coincidental. As for the cabinet, a person couldn't fit in there. It was filled with cable boxes and DVD players, and what I heard were clear knocking noises against the cabinet wall. I know because I sat right next to it. The cabinet is the only thing that I have absolutely no explanation for.
TL;DR played a Ouija board and contacted the ghost of a drowned man. Heard stomping noises from across the house when nobody else was home and knocking from inside the cabinet I sat next to.
2. Oh Jeez
When I was still a kid I stayed with my cousin at my grandma's house, it's a very old ryad in Morocco—like 400+ years old. My grandma left us alone and went to visit a friend of hers and she was the only one with the keys.
As I was playing with my cousin we heard heavy banging on the door, we went running to the door and checked who it was but there was no one outside, so we went back playing in a room ‘till we heard a very loud bang on the window overlooking the interior patio, and there was a huge man's hand on it, we got out of the room running to the patio but no one was there. We went hiding in another room for like two hours, super scared, ‘till my grandma came back. We told everyone the story and no one ever believed us.
1. Sounds Like the Scene From the Mummy With the Face in the Sand
I have a few all of which I’ve mentioned here. First was when I was about 11. I was the only one home in my grandparents’ house. I left some toys down in the basement so I went to get them. There was an area where my grandparents kept lawn furniture, and they’d hung sheets from the ceiling to create a makeshift “wall.” As I was leaving the basement, an impression pressed out of the sheets. In my mind, I remember it as looking like a person’s face with their hands raised similar to a “ don’t shoot” pose. I just took the dogs and sat outside until someone else came home.
Another time I was in another house, sitting downstairs. Again I was the only one home. I heard the very distinct sound of someone going up the stairs. I figured my mom had come home and had gone upstairs—there was a front staircase and a back staircase that met at the top. A few moments later I heard my mom come home, and greet me from the kitchen. The same thing had happened to her two days prior. I get that houses make noise but Jesus, this was so eerily similar to someone walking upstairs.
The last was when I was alone in the house I’d recently bought. It was just my dog and me, both of us were downstairs. I heard something heavy fall, like a shelf falling or bookcase knocking over. I went upstairs thinking maybe something was precariously balanced and finally gave out. It was so heavy it shook the house. Nothing had fallen upstairs, there were only two bedrooms and a bathroom and I made certain to check attic space and closets. Nothing.
I figured it was a fluke but it happened at least two more times while I lived there. One of the last times it happened a witness was there, and oddly we’d just been talking about my mysterious crashing sound. We both went upstairs and investigated and couldn’t find anything.
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