Arsinoe wrote:
This is my stories:
The first ''story'' is from my last house, a little background: my mom, my stepdad, our dog and me moved into this house when i was 12. It was actually a basement apartment, there where people living upstairs, that rented out their basement. It's kinda confusing, but it was actually pretty big!
So anyways, we moved in and everything was well. About a week after we moved in I had my friend over to see our new living space and I was really excited to show her. My dog, a very peaceful, quiet, lazy and just, not violent at all, went into my room and started barking his head off. He never barked. He was standing on two feet and barking at the conner of my bed, it was really weird. So here I am, trying to calm my dog, but he just won't give it up. For some weird reason neither my mom or my stepdad heard it and we even had the door open. So i went out to get them while my friend is freaking out and then he calmed down like nothing happened. That was the first weird thing to happen in that house, but not the last.
We would occasionally hear high heels walking above us, chairs being pulled out and very loud bangs. All coming from upstairs, so we asked them if anything had happened and they told us no, they were asleep. It would always happen at night. It was not until they went on vacation and the noises continued that we started feeling weird. They had an alarm as well and it would go off about once a week for no apparent reason, but they never spoke about it. One day the noises were so loud, my mom really thought that someone had broken in, so she went out to look, but there was nothing. I remember we would eat in the kitchen and all of us would turn our head to the hallway at the same time, because we all thought we saw someone. It was so weird. It happened all the time and it just became the norm. We told ourselves it was our imagination.
The scariest thing to happen in that house though, were to my stepdad. I went in to their room, just woken up, and he said ''wauw you where up early today'' and i was like, no I just woke up and as i said that all the light from his eyes just vanished. He told me and my mom, that he got woken up by what he thought was me staring at them and then he asked ''me'' what was wrong and i didn't say anything i just kept staring until ''i'' walked away. He said that the girl he saw was wearing a white dress and had long black hair. I have brown hair and I don't own a white nightgown, so i don't know why he thought that was me.
So some time later we had dinner with our neighbors, where this topic came up. They told us that there was a freaking murder in this house! Like a girl actually got killed and they even had the newspaper articles about it. It happened right outside my room.. The girl who got killed, was pregnant. The man who got her pregnant, already had a wife, so he killed her and tried to make it look like a suicide, which he apparently was really bad at.
At the time we lived in the house, we actually wasn't having the greatest years, i spent 4 years in that house and all of those years were filled with depression and anxiety. I never had hope and it was always like a cloud of black smoke was hanging around me. Only in the house though, i remember clearly that everytime i went out, i was happy and i thought it was weird. I told my mom about it and she told me that the same thing happened to her. While living it that house, she got sick with stress and it was a mess.
Another thing about the house is, things would go missing and we would look everywhere for it, and then the next day it would show up on like a table or something really obvious, where we had already looked. I was so attached to that house, while in my depression i didn't want to leave my room, i always made up excuses not to leave the house and i was just miserable. I would have really bad nightmares of a tall black figure in our living room, with the biggest grin on his face. I have never been so scared from a nightmare and I was really scared to be in the living room alone.
One time... this is really dark and idk why I'm sharing this. But as mentioned i was in a really dark period of my life and i was in the bathroom (one of the darkest places in the whole house) and i was looking in the mirror and my eyes were black and I started smiling. I was crying dark thick liquid out of my eyes. Honestly that's so fucked up i know.
The last thing i remember is me reading a book late one night and i saw a dark figure out of my eye, i turn to look and there's nothing. It happens a few moments later again and I look again and my blanket on my chair is swinging back and forth like if someone had walked into it. It was a summer night and i had no windows open, so it scared me a bit.
My mom also told me that when she went to pee late at night, she thought my stepdad was on the computer, so right as she was closing the bathroom door the man sitting on the computer waved and smiled at her and she waved back, thinking it was my stepdad and when the got out, the computer was turned off and my stepdad was fast asleep.
The last story on this post (i still have some more, but they deserve a post for themselves), is from my childhood. It's hard to imagine it's real, but i remember it so vividly. We were moving into an apartment, i was about 4. I was standing in my new room, when my dad said ''I'll turn off the lights, are you coming?'' and at the time I was really afraid of the dark, but for some reason i said i wanted to stay. So he turned off the light and everything got pitch black and i saw a girl. I wasn't scared, she wouldn't talk, but i tried talking to her. She was a little bit older than me, maybe 6 or 7. I thought she was an angel because i didn't know what ghosts where back then, but i don't know. She was in this glowing white light and it just felt so pure, i can't explain it. My dad got back and turned the light on again and she was gone. I never saw her again, but i thought about her a lot.
SORRY FOR THE LONG POST!!
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