We moved out to another city last year.
We rented a two floors house. It was a really nice house. But something felt wrong.
In Arab culture, it's said that if a house has been empty for +5 years then you should probably stay away.
This house was empty for 6 years. Right next to it, there was an abandoned house and facing it was a creepy looking building.
In daytime it was warm and wonderful. At night, it was scary.
When we're in the living room on the first floor, we'd hear footsteps coming from the second floor.
When we're asleep ( all bedrooms are on the second floor ) we'd hear footsteps in the first floor and sometimes weird noises come from the kitchen at night. Like someone dropping a spoon.
One time, I got home from school and was really tired, I went upstairs to rest my eyes for a few minutes. Everyone was at home when I slept.
I woke up to the shriek of a woman screaming my name then laughing.
I was so scared and headed straight downstairs. I was home alone. Or I thought I was.
The house was so big, I didn't see my mom. I was going upstairs when I saw her. I almost had a heart attack because I thought I was alone.
"Where's everyone?" I asked.
she was silent for a moment. "Your father and siblings went out to grab something to eat."
"What? Why didn't they take me with them?" I was so hungry.
"They left you alone. Why would they want to take you? They don't even love you." Something about her expression was funny. She had an evil creepy half smile. My mom never looked like that. And she would never say that.
"Mom? What's wrong with you?" I said.
She didn't answer. And turned back towards the kitchen.
I was puzzled. What did just happen?
I debated with myself on whether to go talk to her or not. I decide to do it.
As I entered the kitchen, she was normal again. When I asked her about what she said, she denied it at first. Then said she was joking.
Another time, I was alone with my dad.
He was in the living room on the first floor and I was in my room on the second floor.
I was painting my nails when I heard my dad coming upstairs whistling. It was weird because dad always said he hated whistling. The whistle sounded like a song, I was going to call him and ask him why is he whistling and how did he manage to whistle with a tune. Then for some reason I decided not to. The footsteps went to his bedroom. Then I heard the door close.
I went downstairs later that night, and while we had dinner I asked my dad why was he whistling. He looked at me weirdly and said he didn't. "You know I hate whistling." He said. "And besides, I didn't even come upstairs."Also my mom told us once she was asleep while my dad was out of town, then suddenly woke up and saw a woman. She was white and so tall her head almost touched the roof. She turned and saw my mom then vanished in a blink of an eye. There was a time when my sister and I, sharing the same bedroom, would always wake up at the same time in the morning. 5:30 AM. Every single day. And what wakes us up is always the same sound. It was like someone banging two spoons together. We'd hear it every morning. And it creeped us out.
We no longer live there. Thank god.
But we heard recentely that a woman was killed in an apartment in the building facing the house a few years back. People who live there have been complaining about voices at night and weird stuff happening.
So that probably explains some things..
We rented a two floors house. It was a really nice house. But something felt wrong.
In Arab culture, it's said that if a house has been empty for +5 years then you should probably stay away.
This house was empty for 6 years. Right next to it, there was an abandoned house and facing it was a creepy looking building.
In daytime it was warm and wonderful. At night, it was scary.
When we're in the living room on the first floor, we'd hear footsteps coming from the second floor.
When we're asleep ( all bedrooms are on the second floor ) we'd hear footsteps in the first floor and sometimes weird noises come from the kitchen at night. Like someone dropping a spoon.
One time, I got home from school and was really tired, I went upstairs to rest my eyes for a few minutes. Everyone was at home when I slept.
I woke up to the shriek of a woman screaming my name then laughing.
I was so scared and headed straight downstairs. I was home alone. Or I thought I was.
The house was so big, I didn't see my mom. I was going upstairs when I saw her. I almost had a heart attack because I thought I was alone.
"Where's everyone?" I asked.
she was silent for a moment. "Your father and siblings went out to grab something to eat."
"What? Why didn't they take me with them?" I was so hungry.
"They left you alone. Why would they want to take you? They don't even love you." Something about her expression was funny. She had an evil creepy half smile. My mom never looked like that. And she would never say that.
"Mom? What's wrong with you?" I said.
She didn't answer. And turned back towards the kitchen.
I was puzzled. What did just happen?
I debated with myself on whether to go talk to her or not. I decide to do it.
As I entered the kitchen, she was normal again. When I asked her about what she said, she denied it at first. Then said she was joking.
Another time, I was alone with my dad.
He was in the living room on the first floor and I was in my room on the second floor.
I was painting my nails when I heard my dad coming upstairs whistling. It was weird because dad always said he hated whistling. The whistle sounded like a song, I was going to call him and ask him why is he whistling and how did he manage to whistle with a tune. Then for some reason I decided not to. The footsteps went to his bedroom. Then I heard the door close.
I went downstairs later that night, and while we had dinner I asked my dad why was he whistling. He looked at me weirdly and said he didn't. "You know I hate whistling." He said. "And besides, I didn't even come upstairs."Also my mom told us once she was asleep while my dad was out of town, then suddenly woke up and saw a woman. She was white and so tall her head almost touched the roof. She turned and saw my mom then vanished in a blink of an eye. There was a time when my sister and I, sharing the same bedroom, would always wake up at the same time in the morning. 5:30 AM. Every single day. And what wakes us up is always the same sound. It was like someone banging two spoons together. We'd hear it every morning. And it creeped us out.
We no longer live there. Thank god.
But we heard recentely that a woman was killed in an apartment in the building facing the house a few years back. People who live there have been complaining about voices at night and weird stuff happening.
So that probably explains some things..
By Noor Az
Source:QUORA
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