Spooky House
Ok, folks: Here'sone from my own experiences. I'm curious to hear anything youhave to say.
I moved into a house where an old friend of mine had been livingalone a couple of years. It was a strange deal to begin with,since it was really his father's house -- his father who hadrecently remarried and now lived out of state.
Wierd 1:
We always gathered on Saturday nites and watched Star Trek in thefront room. On this particular night we decided that, followingSTTNG, we would go to Tower Books. STTNG came on as usual.Somwhere near the end of it, the garage door (on the south wallof the room we were in) suddenly opened up, paused for a moment,then closed. We kinda laughed about it, more out of denial, Ithink, now. No big deal, really. After STTNG, we went to tower.When we got back, we found that the remote controls for the tvwere missing. We took the couch apart, moved all the chairs andthe table, but couldn't find them. After a couple of hours of theboob tube (getting up to change the stations -- grunt!) wefinally went to 7-11 to get big-gulps. When we returned, to oursurprise, the remote controls were sitting on the top of thecouch we had taken apart only a short time before!
Wierd 2:
It was about a month later when my now-roomate friend wasbringing some of his belongings in from one of those PUBLICSTORAGE thingies, and I was going to bed. As I walked up thestairs, he came in through the front door and asked if I wantedanything from 7-11... No, I told him: I had to go to bed -- hadto work in the morning. He said that this last bunch of stuff wasit, and that he was going to 7-11 to get some nachos, etc... Iwent up to bed. Started reading some of Knuth's ALGORYTHMS books(great stuff for helping me fall asleep). I heard the front dooropen, close and lock. Then I heard my roommate's car start downthe drive... Big deal. About ten minutes later, I heard the frontdoor open and close a la my roommates slamming. I figured heforgot something and ran it back in. Then I heard the stereo inthe parlor come on (classical music), and what sounded like lotsof stuff being moved around. This went on for 1/2 an hour till Istarted to hear him talk to someone -- very loudly. When thefront door opend and slammed shut once again, I figured it wastime to ask him to be quiet. I started down the stairs, turningon the light as I went. At the bottom of the stairs, I came face-to-facewith my roomate. He had JUST gotten back. He immediately askedme, 'who were you shouting at'? Hair on the back of my neck stoodon end. I told him I hadn't been out of my room since the lasttime he went out the front door just a vew minutes ago. Heinformed me, to my surprise, that he'd been gone for 45 minutes!
The really scarry one's start in the next entry!
Weird 3
One morning I was drinking coffee and watching the frugal gormeton the tube. It was a saturday. My roommate arrived homefollowing McClauglin Group... He asked me if I had heard anythingthe night before. No, said I: slept quite well.
Last night, he said, while he was doing some homework (he wasattending Sac State, a nearby college), his cats had got a littlewierd and both run at him and snuggled their heads into the couchnear his back. Out of the corner of one eye, through the archwayleading into the family room, he saw a faint glimmer of light.Turning his head to get a better look, he saw a shimmering, human-shapedthing step down from the stairs and begin walking toward him. Hesaid it looked like a man in a long London Fog, but without anycolour or the like. He continued to say that the moment itappeared that the 'thing' say him, it seemed to suddenly floatbackward toward the stairs and disappear around the corner. Idon't know why he didn't wake me up...
Wierd 3: (The last night for ME in that bloody place!)
I'd spent several hours after work on my PC working on a softwareproject for the college where I worked (American Rivver College,mind you). As usual, I went to bed reading Knuth. Around 2:30 inthe morning, I woke up much in need of a visit to the littlestroom in the house. As I went about my business, standing there, Iwas frozen in (sorry) mid-relief: I heard a quiet moaning comingup from directly beneath me, like it was someone moaning in thetv room on the ground floor. It only sounded once, so I thoughtit might just be a cat or something. I started and almostfinished what I was doing (sorry again) when the moan came again,only a bit louder and a bit further along to the east of thehouse than before. Hair on neck standing on end, I dashed backinto my room and closed the door. Once again came the moan, onlynow it sounded like it was at the base of the stairs. I sat downin the corner next to my bed and listened. I heard footsteps onthe stairs like heavy workman's boots, followed by an evenlouder, even nearer moan. I was scared shitless, folks: I can'tremember ever being this scared before in my life! Fourteen stepsand three down the hall, two moans later. Now it was at my door.I was tightly wedged with my back to the wall, my hands and legsbeginning to shake. I heard something brushing up against thedoor. And then the moan, this time so loud, so near. I felt cold.What do I do? What do I do? It moaned again, and I saw the handleon the door move clockwise, then counter, but the door remainedclosed. The moan zenithed into the most hideous screech, toppedby a loud thudding at the door. Quiet: Then another terriblescreech! I screamed - for the FIRST time in my life - for Jesusto help me. I screamed it again and again, all the while beingaccompanied by the painful moaning and screeching. All at once,the moaning stopped, as did the sounds at the door. I sat therefrozen in absolute terror, eyes fixed on the door for nearly anhour. It was some time later, around 5:00, that my roomates cardrove up. I heard the car shut off; door open, close; and heardhim baby talk to his cats. I realized I was still sitting in thesame place. I stood up, walked down stairs and called a friendwho had a truck. My roomate say that I was just a tad distressedand asked me what was wrong. I appologised and said that I wouldbe moving out immediately. That's what I did. I never went backinto the house, nor do I have any intention of ever doing so infuture.
Personally, I don't know what it was. I know it wasn't myroommate -- he worked graves some nights at 7-11, as he had onthat particular night. I have never again had an experience likethat again. I hope I never do!