- Oct 23, 2013
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The house I grew up in was over 100 years old and was very much a 'fixer upper'. The room off my room was super creepy, like previous owners had an outline of a body drawn in chalk on a wall with a bunch of unrecognizable writing next to it. It also had one of those little creepy doors by the floor to store stuff in. Anyhow, that door would never stay closed! I always felt creeped out and did my best to keep it shut.
Going down the stairs, it always felt like there was someone behind me and not a nice feeling. More like they'd love to shove me down the stairs. It was so creepy, I'd always go downstairs saying the Lord's Prayer. I also had stuff come up missing inexplicably. It was random, stupid stuff, like a pair of socks I grabbed to put on would just vanish never to be seen again (it was a memorable pair).
Then when I was older, I remember on more than one occasion being upstairs in my room and hearing someone yell my name from downstairs. I'd go downstairs just to find I was the only one home.
The creepiest was the time I had been upstairs in my room for hours with the door closed. Our house being old, was a bit lopsided so if I didn't latch the door it would swing open. Well after being up there reading for an hour or so, my door pops open. I thought it was my brother messing with me, so I went to his room and no one was there. So I thought maybe the dog knocked it open...so I checked under my brother's bed and closet. no dog. It was downstairs in his crate. No one else was home. Needless to say, I didn't stay home alone if I didn't have to.
Oddly enough after my parents remodeled the upstairs, it didn't have that vibe anymore. So apparently whatever was there didn't like the redo.
Going down the stairs, it always felt like there was someone behind me and not a nice feeling. More like they'd love to shove me down the stairs. It was so creepy, I'd always go downstairs saying the Lord's Prayer. I also had stuff come up missing inexplicably. It was random, stupid stuff, like a pair of socks I grabbed to put on would just vanish never to be seen again (it was a memorable pair).
Then when I was older, I remember on more than one occasion being upstairs in my room and hearing someone yell my name from downstairs. I'd go downstairs just to find I was the only one home.
The creepiest was the time I had been upstairs in my room for hours with the door closed. Our house being old, was a bit lopsided so if I didn't latch the door it would swing open. Well after being up there reading for an hour or so, my door pops open. I thought it was my brother messing with me, so I went to his room and no one was there. So I thought maybe the dog knocked it open...so I checked under my brother's bed and closet. no dog. It was downstairs in his crate. No one else was home. Needless to say, I didn't stay home alone if I didn't have to.
Oddly enough after my parents remodeled the upstairs, it didn't have that vibe anymore. So apparently whatever was there didn't like the redo.