| Things That Go Bump in the Night.
Posted: 2/5/2007 4:01:08 PM | This story was inspired by a fellow POFer who wrote briefly on the subject and the decided to keep the rest of the story to himself. I wish this POFer no ill will, but was saddened by his decision.
This story begins when I was a young child. I was born in 1983 and I was approximately 9 years old. You should know that my parents had decided to shield me from the ungodly works of many horror authors, so while I was interested and a bit scared I had no where to base what was about to happen. Their theory was that if I wasn't watching or reading scary movies, TV shows or books I wouldn't be having nightmares and they could get more sleep.
Every year I loved dressing up at Halloween, but was never allowed to be anything gory. When I was 8 years old I made a new best friend Nicole, she was great. My parents loved her, in fact my dad couldn't get enough of her. She was the daughter he never had. She loved wrestling and football, and was a tomboy to the end. She was allowed to watch scary movies etc. She invited me to a haunted house one year. My parents said no. I was sad I couldn't go, but my friend assured me she would make it up to me. We had been camping and my dad would tell us spooky stories there, but nothing more than typical folklore. I think these stories were mostly aimed at keeping us from wandering off alone.
That year my friend told me a horrible story that had been going around, but whenever I came near they would hush, whisper, and point. I had thought all along that they were making fun of me, but they were really wondering if it was true. The story went that several years prior to us moving in a teenage girl had been babysitting some particularly naughty children. They had been doing things they shouldn't have and so when she tucked them in bed and the back door was open she thought nothing of it. She closed the door and noticed the basement door open. This was odd. The basement wasn't finished, and the children were too scared to go down there. She headed down the stairs to close it. When she came back up the oldest child was crying. She headed up the hall into the room with rust carpeting. (This happened to be my room). When she got there the child was shaking and curled up in a ball. She told her babysitter that a man with a knife had just come in and was looking for her. The babysitter shrugged it off. The house had always given her the creeps, but this child was known for making up stories. She closed the door and headed down the long hall. She wanted some popcorn and so she entered the kitchen. She knew where it was in the pantry and so she opened the door. There he was.
He lunged out at her. I'll get you now you prude. She was in shock. It was a man who had asked her out. She said no and here he was waiting for her. She tried to get to the phone, but he grabbed her. He was trying to strangle her, but she was fighting back. He wanted her, but he knew she'd never give in if she was conscious. He thought if he just squoze a bit harder she would pass out as he leaned in to apply more pressure the railing broke and she fell 10 feet to the stairs. She had her knee bent up behind her. Her neck kinked at an odd angle. That's when he got scared and ran. The story goes that he was never caught, but that her ghost is still seen from time to time and especially when there is a babysitter near.
I laughed the story off. Inside I was scared to death. The carpet on the stairs had been changed just before we moved in, and at the time the basement wasn't finished. The railing had been replaced too. That was a lot of coincidences. My friend said she hadn't lived there when it happened, but that if I didn't believe her I should ask the babysitter the next time she was over. This scared me more. The babysitter and her mother had lived there for years. Her mother was crippled supposedly from trying to fend off the killer. (I later found out it was Polio).
I didn't want to ask the babysitter, and I knew my parents would freak out if I told them what was happening. So I told my friend she was crazy that it never happened. I told her if her ghost was there we would have seen her by now, as we regularly had babysitters and we were finishing the basement. My friend said she could prove it to me, but I needed to give her time to collect the facts.
She had me over for a sleepover that weekend, and showed me just a few of her prized horror flicks. After about ten minutes I was convinced that evil demons were taking over the world. She told me that was all make believe, but that to prepare me she had shown movies I could forget. Then she showed me some movies based on true stories. The basic theme of each movie was that people who die tragic deaths often feel unresolved items tugging at them and so they stick around not so much to scare us as to get help, so they can move on. This kept me up all night long. Different things in the movie made me realize that my house was in fact haunted.
She had me so convinced that she told me I could see it in daylight as well as at night. I didn't believe her at first, but she told me to trust her so I did. She began pointing out little things throughout our house such as an odd red stain on our ugly brown carpet. This was supposedly the blood of the victim trying to speak out so we would capture her killer. Later I learned it was tomato soup spilled by my mother. Then she pointed out how the lightbulbs always flickered at our house but never at school. This was later explained by the difference in the bulbs. She tried to tell me that lights were often seen on at night downstairs when we all knew no one was down there.
My mother ran a daycare in her home for a long time. She had what she called a quiet room. In this room only quiet activities could take place such as reading and naps. She had foam mats on the floor and blankets etc. The kids were always fine until she turned the light out and closed the door. That's when without fail they would scream. She would come in and they would be shaking none of them able to speak. This room had a large window, so it was plenty light. This my mom thought was odd. She had a few trouble makers in the group and chalked it up to that. Until that is my sister and I volunteered to pretend to be asleep. We laid down on the mats and closed our eyes as our mother read a great story to the kids. Soon most were asleep, so she closed the book and left the room. She turned off the light and closed the door. That's when I screamed.
It was really all I could think of to do. My mom thought it was a prank until my sister started telling it to leave. My sister and I both had huge imaginations, but my sister never messed around. We could easily tell if she was lying, by telling her not to lie, if she smiled she was fibbing, but if not she was serious. My mom came in and he left. He had appeared behind the door so when we told her this she closed the door still in the room. He didn't appear, so she thought we were trying to pull a fast one. That is until she noticed my sister had wet herself. My mom got really nervous at that point. She decided it was time to get out of the daycare business and into an office job. She told my father it was because the homedaycare encroached on her family life, but that was only because she knew my dad would tease her.
After that day she began to get severe migraines. Nothing worked on them except getting out of the house for longer than three hours. She knew something was wrong. She talked to a church member who she thought would have the answers but he offered little help. My sister and I finally talked to the babysitter who upon hearing what we said ran screaming from our house. She never babysat us again. She called to apologize and even brought over cookies. She never did reenter our home. She told my mom on the porch why she had left. Stating that hearing the story brought back the nightmares of so long ago. The girl who had been murdered in that house was her babysitter. She said after she died she saw her ghost, but when she turned 13 she stopped seeing her. She had forgotten all about it until I brought it up.
My mom was convinced that we needed to move, but my dad wouldn't hear of it. My mom was watching TV one day and my sister and I came down to see what she was up to. There was a chair in the corner. My mom asked for some water and we went to get it. When we came down the chair had moved. We asked my mom if she had moved and she replied that she hadn't because her head hurt so badly. We asked if she noticed the chair? Her face went white, and she told us all to go upstairs. We don't know what happened down there, but that chair never moved again.
The summer I turned ten we were on the roof watching the fireworks at the fourth of July celebration. My sister and I were scared, but we trusted our Dad. He had been on the roof several times. We had too, and my mom used to do backflips off the roof onto matresses. After the fireworks were over we climbed down onto the shed roof. And my Dad jumped down. He stood on the ledge behind the shed it was almost two feet wide. He had my mom lay on her stomach and inch down until her feet were firmly on his shoulders. She told my dad she felt fine, but he told her to inch over so that if she fell she wouldn't hit her head on the swamp cooler. She moved to the left and as she did my dad crept over. It was then that he saw someone in his shed. This caught him off guard a bit. He forgot to tell my mom and she fell breaking her arm in three places.
My sister and I screamed for what seemed like hours. My dad was consumed with the man in the shed, and went in, but when he turned on the light no one was there. He turned the light off and saw glowing blue eyes and a sinister smile. The figure reached towards him, but he locked the shed and ran to check on my mom. As soon as he saw she was ok, he got us down. I ran in to get my mom my sling from when I had broken my arm the previous spring. I felt great helping and being calm after the initial shock wore off. It took her arm months to heal, because it couldn't be casted. She was in a great deal of pain, and my sister and I had to help with everything until she regained her arm's use again.
The rest of the summer seemed as though it flew by and before we knew it it was summer again. My best friend Nicole had moved, and as soon as she did we all felt a bit easier in the house. Nothing out of the ordinary happened at all. At least not for a while anyway. My dad bought a boom box, and he played Metallica and Rush constantly. He loved the ideas of c.d.'s although the cd's and the boom box were expensive. He thought he was pretty cool owning one, until he realized what happened at night. I got up one night to use the bathroom, and noticed a red flashing light. I went to turn it off and that's when I noticed it was unplugged.
I jumped back. It couldn't be on all by itself. I remembered it could operate on batteries so I flipped the switch to off and the lights went off. I breathed a sigh of relief and flipped the boom box over. I opened the battery house. It was empty. I turned it back around and there were those flashing lights again. I was really scared now. I ran back to my room and dove under the covers burying my head under the blankets. When I finally relaxed I pulled my head out only to be greeted by flashing red lights. They seemed to move closer and closer. I couldn't breath, I couldn't scream though God knows I wanted to scream bloody murder. I was frozen, nothing in my body seemed to work. Then I heard the noise it was emitting.
It was purring. I finally let out my breath when I realized it was my cat. Damn thing I felt the blood pounding in my head. My heart rate finally returned to normal and then I fell asleep. I slept really well until I heard the whispering about two hours later. I jumped about three feet, and then returned to my skin. It was my sister she wanted to know if I had seen the flashing red lights. I told her I had, but that I couldn't get it to stop. She slept in my bed that night.
The flashing red lights went on for a few weeks and then suddenly it stopped. Then the TV sporadically changed channels or volume. Sometimes it would turn on and off. It got so bad we had to unplug it at night. It still happened. That's when my mom knew our house was possesed. She wanted out of there and fast, but she couldn't convince my dad.
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| Things That Go Bump in the Night.
Posted: 2/5/2007 5:48:18 PM | Nice story - I'm assuming it is true. You write very well, plus I like the amount of detail you add to your stories. I'm not convinced there is such things as ghosts (I tend to think there are not); then again there is no proof there couldn't be. I live in an old farmhouse built in 1790. I must admit there have been a few creepy goings on here, on occasion, that can't readily be explained.
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| Things That Go Bump in the Night.
Posted: 2/6/2007 4:16:45 AM | You did good, kid. I'm proud of you. Still...you went and mentioned me there, at the beginning. I told you I'd write another story for you. It should be posted here later today. Hope you enjoy it. Spirits are real. The problem is, not everyone can see them. That makes the ones who do seem a bit crazy.
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| Things That Go Bump in the Night.
Posted: 2/6/2007 11:45:14 AM | Ok to those who have been kind enough to comment. I truly appreciate them.
I didn't mean for it to sound harsh so I apologize I do. And just so you know I read your latest story, and I loved it. You made me laugh so hard. HEHE
I know the spirits are real. They are all around us. I occasionally still see them, but I hear them more than anything. Even at work if I am hear alone I hear them whispering. One even demanded I help him immediately, but when I went to the front of the office no one was there. Scared the poop out of me.
I know you aren't crazy, but after reading the rest of this you might think I am.
Our house was older, not too old, but old enough to be constantly making noises that my sister and I swear were the ghost. My parents told us it was just the house settling. During the summer we liked to sleep outdoors, but oddly we had never slept outside in our backyard. My mom had told us it was too dangerous. We lived in between rival gang houses and there were nights where bullets were fired for hours on end, our doors taking the brunt of them. Well one night my friend was visiting and had convinced us to sleep outside. My mom put us in the backyard just below her window so we could wake her should we need her. We of course didn't stay there long. It was really dark, and we couldn't see our hands in front of our faces. So we scooted around to the side yard where the street light shone brightly. There we played truth or dare and finally nodded off to sleep.
I felt a sudden chill I couldn't explain. I was still covered and the wind wasn't blowing. At least not according to the trees nearby. I thought perhaps my friend or sister were playing a joke on me. So I turned over to face the house. They weren't there. In fact I couldn't see them anywhere. I thought that was odd. Then I saw the light to the Quiet room turn on. I looked in no one was in there. I heard banging and looked closer, there were dolls being flung across the room. I knew that wasn't right. Then I bumped the window with my hand and it stopped suddenly, and then just as I was about to back away from the window I saw her. The lights went out and she was against the window. Trying to get out, trying to get to me.
I ran screaming into the house. My mother tried to comfort me, but it was no use. She wasn't sure she could believe me or not especially since my friend and my sister had gone in to pee. They did say they heard banging too, but didn't know where it had come from. My mom and I went downstairs to look at the room. My mom was convinced I was making it up and that this would prove it once and for all. She opened the door, turned on the light and sure enough there were dolls everywhere. She started to yell at me and told me it wasn't nice to lie to people. I was shocked didn't the dolls everywhere proved I was telling the truth. She said she knew I had snuck in and made a mess to scare my friend, and now I was trying to look innocent. I couldn't believe it. Without my mother on my side I had nothing. I started crying, and told my friend I was sleeping inside from now on. I headed upstairs. My friend and sister followed. My mom turned off the light and there she was. My mom screamed pretty loudly. She was just floating there with a sad look on her face, and then she was gone.
My mom flew past us, what a protector she was. She got my dad and he was very grouchy to say the least. He thought it was our idea of joke. We had all seen her at that point though and all of our stories added up. He still wasn't convinced. About a month after that, my mom closed down her daycare, and was hired as a teacher at a government run daycare center. My dad told her to knock of all this nonsense, but she wouldn't, because she knew what she seen. She didn't want to be anywhere near our house. Her headaches got worse, and that fall while my dad was out hunting for that prized buck, my mom lost it.
She was screaming things that any civilized lady would never say. She started telling my sister and I that it was our fault. We didn't know what to do. We wanted to call the police, but we couldn't. We called our crazy Aunt instead. She was a bit alarmed to get a call so late at night, but insisted she would be right over. An hour later she was there. My mom was still going mad. She told us to get it out of her head, but we had no idea what she was talking about. My Aunt helped her to the bathroom and put her in the tub under a cold shower. Finally my mom snapped out of it. She didn't even know where she was or what day or year it was. We took her to the ER and they told her they couldn't help her. She came back home, but refused to reenter the house. She said there was evil inside, and it would attack her again.
That was all my sister and I needed to hear, we wouldn't go back in without our mom, finally after we fell asleep my Aunt carried us in, and spent the night. The next morning my Aunt asked us why we had never told her about our nanny. We couldn't figure out what she was talking about. She described her, and said that she had offered to make her some hot chocolate to help her fall asleep. My Aunt politely refused, but when she awoke there was a steaming mug on the coffee table. That's when we all decided to get out. We went to my Aunt's house and spent the remainder of the week there.
My dad was a bit shocked to come home to an empty house, and a dirty one at that, but went in to take a shower. While he was in there he thought he heard my mom laughing, and he thought he heard us fighting. Home sweet home he mumbled. He heard the door open and heard the footsteps coming towards the shower. He assumed it was one of us. He peeked his head out, but saw nothing. When he put his head back in the shower there she was. She was naked though, and according to my dad looked nice for a seventeen year old girl. She came towards my dad and just when he thought he was really going to lose it she vanished. A few moments later my dad got out of the shower. The only trace of the girl being there was a ladies silk robe on the floor. Something my mother would never wear. He picked it up, and took it to his room. He then picked up the phone and called the number my mom had left for him. He didn't mention the girl, until after my mom agreed to come home.
Then he sat her down and told her what had happened. Finally he was on our side, and agreed that we should move and soon, but that first we would try to get rid of her. We weren't catholic, but he called up nearest church and asked a priest to come bless our house. The priest came out, and we let him, he stepped about a foot in our door before telling us that too many evil things had happened in this house for it to ever be cleansed. He said he was sorry, that he couldn't help us, but that there was nothing more he could do. He did however recommend getting a dog. We bought a dog, that winter.
The dog we were told to get was supposed to be a great guard dog, but when he saw us he only licked us to death. We loved him instantly. We brought him home that weekend so we could potty train him. We left for church Sunday, and decided to leave him chained up outside so we wouldn't come home to a mess. When we got home he was in the house. He was growling up the hallway when we entered. We never did figure out why. We can only assume he was growling at her. As soon as he saw us he came running, and nearly knocked us over licking us. Then he returned to the hall. He didn't growl this time, but instead walked with his tail between his legs up the hall. He checked out my sister's room and looked a little more relaxed, then he checked my mom's room everything was fine according to his tail. He tried to walk into my room, but he couldn't go in. He just sat there whining. I laughed and thought what a dumb animal he was. All he had to do was nose the door open.
I opened the door and walked in. He sat outside my door growling and finally lunged only to land on my bed. He looked really confused. Then he curled up and laid down. That night he slept in my room, and believe me I was grateful he was there. I had never been so nervous as I was that night. Throughout the night he would growl at the wall. His hair standing on edge. Then he would just stop as if everything was alright.
After that everything seemed to stop. We went on vacation twice, and didn't seem to have a problem at all. Then one day I came home from school with some friends and the back door was wide open. Something I knew hadn't been that way when I left. My friends agreed to help me look, but we were all scared. We found nothing, but my dog wouldn't go in with us. My friends all left, and they looked worried, but they had to get home. My dog finally went in, but he refused to past the kitchen.
Halfway through the next school year my parents found a new house. My mom sincerely felt we needed to move to this house, and so we moved. Things were great. Although since I finally had gotten a boyfriend I wasn't too excited about moving. He promised he would stay with me, and visit at Christmas. I bought him something really nice. My mom even let me hand deliver it. He wasn't home. New year's eve he called me, and we talked for fifteen hours. My phone must have died three separate times. Lucky me we had more than one. It was shortly after 3 am when we said good-bye. A few weeks later a friend called to tell me he had a new girlfriend. I was heartbroken.
Eventually I got over it, and I even made a few friends, although it did get really hard for me when a girl from my old school moved in and made up rumors about me to gain popularity. I lost about half of the friends I had made. I went on. I went to high school and I loved it. There were no cliques at my school. Everyone was friends with everyone. It didn't even matter what grade you were in. I took dance classes and eventually made the drill team. I thought my life was made. I finally went to my first haunted house. Of course since I was 15 I thought it was dumb. I wasn't scared, but I knew had I been 9 I would have been pissing my pants.
My dad began to finish our basement, and weird things started happening again. We are talking really weird. Things would just disappear. The fire alarms would sporadically go off in the middle of the night. Worst of all our cats would start hissing at the ceiling. Then they would run and hide downstairs not to come up for hours. We decided that it was something about basements that didn't like us. In the day it was fun, because well it was neat to help out, but at night no one not even my dad would go down alone. The year I turned seventeen it was finally finished. I got a brand new bed. My mom used bright colors to decorate my room to make my depressed little self happier. My sister and I loved being downstairs. Although we never did like being the one who had to turn out the lights and walk in the dark to our room. I had a great boyfriend or so I thought anyway.
He began controlling my every move. I got more and more depressed. My mom thought it was because we were downstairs, but it was something more. I began to see evil spirits in the basement. They became more and more plentiful, until one day they just left. I felt relieved, I went on choir tour and had a blast. I came and my boyfriend who I was supposed to marry that fall broke up with me. Again I was heart broken. I cried for weeks. I couldn't get out of bed. I missed over a month of school. I was failing every class. He felt bad and so he called to apologize. He claimed he broke up with me because he couldn't afford to take me to Prom and didn't want to disappoint me. I guess he had hoped that in two weeks I could find a date. That hurt me even more. Especially after I found out that he had gone with a really good friend of mine.
I cried for a week straight I wouldn't eat, dance, or sing, which were all things that I loved to do. I refused to go to church, and still wouldn't go to school. My mom finally forced me to go back to school after I had missed a whole month of school. I was so behind, I knew there was no way I'd ever catch up. I decided to pray so that I could possibly get some help from on high. During my prayer the room suddenly got very dark. I opened my eyes after I felt different, and saw enough scary figures creeping up from the wall near my closet to make a grown man wet himself. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to move but I felt as though I had a weight on my chest. The dark spirits got closer and closer. I had seen my cousin after he had passed, and although he was dark, he wasn't scary. These spirits were like the ones they use in horror films. I finally felt a sharp pain in my rib. I grabbed it, and it was wet. I couldn't believe it. I jumped out of bed. Grateful I had regained control of my body, and I ran screaming up the stairs. I ran into my parent's room. I scared the daylights out of my mom, and my dad took a full two minutes before he was awake enough to comprehend that something had stabbed me.
He ran downstairs to check my room out and to see if my sister was ok. She was fine, so he let her sleep. I was still bleeding. My mom called a few neighbor's over to help us out. I told them all what had happened. None of them believed me. None of them wanted to. A friend came over and he and my dad went downstairs to check again. They flipped on the light to my room. The light came on, but they could see nothing. My neighbor said he had never seen anything like it in his life. My room was filled with evil spirits. He saw the blood on my sheets, and knew I had been stabbed in my bed just as I said I had. They looked everywhere, but could find nothing undisturbed for anyone to have gotten out without passing someone. One of our neighbors knew a priest she called him to come over. He came over and blessed me, then he went down to dispel the spirits.
As he said it there were so many spirits in that room, he felt as though he was visiting hell. He could not believe how many evil spirits had invaded my room. About an hour or so later he came back upstairs. He was visibly fatigued. He said he had fought a good fight, but that he would need to come back several more times to ensure they were gone. Then he came with my mother and I to the hospital. The staff thought we had lost our minds until the priest vouched for us. No one at the hospital had seen anything like it.
I had the scar on my left side just below my breast. It was two and a half inches long. Finally it faded, and now looks like a stretch mark, which isn't any better, but at least I don't look like a post surgical patient. It took me years to get over what happened to me. I finally stopped seeing the evil spirits, but soon after I met my husband spirits of his long deceased family members began showing up. One of them likes to hide important paperwork from me at work. In fact now that I think about it my husband's W-2 did recently disappear, I wonder if his Uncle knows anything about it?
That unfortunately is my experience with the other side. I could tell you a few more stories, but since they didn't occur at my home I'll save them for another day. | |
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| Things That Go Bump in the Night.
Posted: 3/30/2007 9:54:41 PM | Ah, my girl . . . I am so in awe here. You are becoming quite a writer. Been awhile since I have seek out your stories. I see I have some catching to do. I really like this one. You pull the reader in much quicker now. So, when ya going to do that book? Email me please and I remind you who I am.
YOU GO, GIRL!   | |
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| Things That Go Bump in the Night.
Posted: 10/31/2007 9:17:09 AM | It was one of those nights where you turn out the lights ,an everything comes into view.I went to the window to see the full moon so chilling bright. As I was shutting the window something grabbed my hand. But it was nothing there --oh no my hand was not my hand at all ,but a furry clawed hand. I was being poisoned by hair an turning fast into some hairy creature.All I feel is horror ,blood---am I a wolf or man?My teeth were sharp as razors. Is this a curse? Then something standing outside the window laughed at me--a witch,what was I to do ? Then came a crash!!! | |
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