ugh, i love and hate these at the same time because reading them is so fun and then i can’t sleep at night!
so i have a few.
my childhood best friend lived down the street from me and her house was haunted. her mom claims she played with a homemade ouija board when she was a teenager and opened a door to the other side she could never close, and whatever “it” was, followed her. she would have random noises, kitchen chairs move, things fall off shelves, etc. all the time. i kinda knew about this but was naive, i was around 10/11.
so one night i was sleeping over her house on the living room floor, in between an empty couch and my friend, on another couch. come to think of it why the hell was i on the floor if there was an empty couch? anyway…
i woke up in the middle of the night for no reason, and when i opened my eyes saw an older man sleeping on the couch above me, looking at me. i immediately shut my eyes and put the blanket over my head and was like holy f-bomb, what is that. i opened them and the guy was gone. i thought maybe her dad had come into the living room and slept on the couch. which woulda been weird too… anyway in the morning i asked her dad if he slept on the couch and he laughed and was like no. sooo then who was sleeping on the couch? well, apparently an old man lived in the house before my friends’ family moved in and died there. they’ve seen his ghost in the front yard looking at the house. i didnt sleep over that much anymore, and she moved across the country a few years later.
my cousins built a house on old farmland where two children had previously died – one from sickness, one got hit in the head by a mule or something back in the 1940s. i have 7&9 year old cousins who used to “play” with young ghost kids at the house all the time when they were smaller. so my cousin tells me that one day his friend called him and was going to stop by the house to hang out. my cousin says he’s at work and will be home soon, but that no one is home and to just go in through the garage and hang out until he gets there. my cousin gets home 20 mins or so later and the garage is open, a beer can is on the table, there’s music playing.. but no friend. so he calls the guy and is like hey where did u go. well apprently, when the friend got there, he started hearing music coming from the house and laughter. said the play room above the garage sounded like there was a circus going on inside. but there was no one home. HOLY SHT. scared him so badly, he ran out of the house.
a few months later, my cousin is having a bonfire at his house and a friend’s friend, who had never been over before, took a pic of the fire on his cell phone because it was getting big, looked cool, etc. he goes to look at the pic later and notices 3 FACES in the fire. one was really big, one was smaller, both had open mouths and looked demonic or something, like it was someone screaming. i know, because my cousin brought out the pics and showed us at a family dinner. i almost pooped my pants.
a lot goes on in their house, but as adorable as my younger cousins are, i’ve made them completely aware that i will never ever babysit alone at night. they don’t want to have the house cleansed or blessed (my catholic ass would be bringing holy water and a rosary everywhere i went around there) because they dont want to disturb the spirits, who have left them alone for the most part. they also get weird sulfur imprints on the carpets next to my little cousins bed – they’re thinking the ghosts watch her while they sleep.
ok i have the chills just from typing this! ahhh!