Hello everyone, I just found this forum and have been waiting for my request to be approved so I can share some of my experiences…
When I was in second grade, my dad found this house that he fell in love with. It was a two bedroom house with a huge backyard and a garage. The best part was the rent was cheap. A few days after we moved in, weird things started to happen…I’m getting goose bumps thinking back. You can walk through the house in a circle. When you walked into the living, one of the bedrooms were on the right, then the bathroom, then the other bedroom, the kitchen and back to the living room (vice versa). There was small walk way (laundry area) in the kitchen that went to the back yard. The detachable garage was out in the back yard. Anyways, one night my family went to bed. The doors to the bathroom were open. The water to the sink in the bathroom turned on. My parents thought it was my brothers who got up and turned on the water, my brothers of course thought it was my parents. After a few minutes, my dad yelled at my brothers and told them to turn off the water. My brothers yelled back and said it wasn’t them. My dad got up and turned off the water. My dad came back to bed not thinking much about what had just happened. About 15-20 minutes later after my mom and dad stopped talking and the house was quiet, we heard foot steps. The footsteps started from the living into our bedroom. The footsteps stopped at our bed, then it sounded like it ran towards the bathroom. My dad got up and yelled at my brothers again, thinking they were playing around. My brothers again said it wasn’t them. This time both my parents knew something was not right. The footsteps through the house continued until my dad got up and started yelling at whatever it was. It stopped for a few nights.
A couple nights later, my dad got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. When he went to turn on the faucet in the kitchen, the faucet didn’t turn on. My dad kept fighting with the faucet and gave up. When he walked away, the water turned on. When he went to the sink, the water stopped. Whatever it was, it was playing with my dad. My dad got scared and went back to bed. That night the footsteps returned. This time it was louder. It wanted my family to know it had returned. The footsteps turned into running. The footsteps would come from the living room into our room, into the bathroom, into my brother’s room and out the back door. This made my dad very upset and my dad started yelling again at it. My dad must have made whatever it was upset because after my dad yelled at it, the footsteps ran into our room and the bedroom door slammed shut, then the bathroom door to our room, then the other bathroom door to my brother’s room, my brother’s bedroom door and last a loud bang on the back door. My family was so scared that night, my 3 older brothers slept with us (my mom, dad, me and my sister) in our room.
The next day my dad went to talk to the land lord and asked him if he knew anything about the house. The land lord lived 3 houses away. The land lord said his wife died in the house a couple years ago. My dad asked if the other tenants had similar encounters and he said they have. The land lord hasn’t been able to keep anyone in that house. My dad didn’t tell my mom or the family what he found out. My dad started looking for another place right away.
In the weeks to follow, strange things continued to happen. My mom would sit by the window and sew. She would have the radio on. The volume to the radio would go from high to low or off completely. My mom would turn it back on and it would turn off again. When my family watched tv together in the evenings, the tv would turn off. If we turned the tv on again, whatever was turning it off would get mad and bang the walls. One day my parents left my brothers and sister and I alone in that house and whatever it was knew we were home alone. The footsteps and the banging on the walls got louder and the doors slamming shut. We got so scared we ran outside and waited for my parents to return. A few days later, we moved out. We lived in that house not even a month. Whatever was in that house did not like us there. It wanted us out.
I’m now 31 years old, (24 years later) I drove past that house and it’s all boarded up. I'm glad to see no one is living in that house.
