About ten years ago, my 3-year old son and I moved house. It was a very old building and the inside of the house always seemed to be just a little darker and a little colder than it should have been.
Not long after we moved in, a friend of mine came to visit. The whole time we were sitting and talking, she seemed very uncomfortable. When I looked at her face, I noticed that something in the other room had caught her attention. Her eyes grew wide and she said, “I have to go.”
I asked her what was wrong but she refused to tell me. Her odd reaction was freaking me out, so I kept after her. On her way out the door she finally blurted out, “This house is haunted!” but she wouldn’t tell me what it was that made her think so. To this day, she still refuses to tell me what she saw.
About a week later, my 3-year old son casually asked me who the old lady in the bathroom was.
One day, as I was leaving for work but once I got to the car I realized I needed to run back in the house to get something. I walked in to the house and as soon as I got inside this framed photo on the wall shot off the wall. It didn’t fall down. It shot horizontally away from the wall and it landed on a mosaic table with enough force to break some of the tiles off of it. I felt like whatever was in the house was pissed that I came back in after it thought I had left for the day!
After living in the house for about six months, I noticed a weird square cut into the boards on the deck. There was no handle but I was able to pry it up. The hole was just big enough to fit through, and there was a ladder going down.
For some reason I went down and found myself in what looked like a homemade basement. It was basically just a room dug out of the earth, with no constructed walls or stone supports or anything like that. It was very dark but I could see something over in the corner. It was a suspicious-looking stone. It looked like one of those old headstones you see in cemeteries. Just then some insects started jumping on me so I got out of that basement as fast as I could and never went back.
Now, this is the part that affected me the most. It’s also the reason we left the house.
One night I was in bed, laying on my stomach, just about to fall asleep. I heard someone walk into the room. The footsteps came from the doorway over to my bed. I didn’t realize until later that the fact that I heard the footsteps was weird because the room was carpeted.
When the footsteps reached my bed, I felt someone put their hands on my back. Two hands, just gently laid flat on my back and kept there. I assumed it was my son. “What are you doing?” I asked, but there was no answer. I looked up and no one was there. I got up and checked my son’s bedroom but he was in bed, fast asleep.
We moved out soon after that.
THE END