Location: Texas United States
My family and I just moved out of a
house I had lived in all my life, and for the past couple of years I
believed that there was something in the house. My sister was the first
one to notice anything strange, although I vaguely remember
unexplainable happenings in the house from a long time ago and almost
routinely but I was too young to think of it as worthy of note.
She complained about hearing the old chair in the upstairs guest room
rocking back and forth at night. A lot of us considered that room to be
the being's main living area, because of the freezing temperature of
the room and the noises we could sometimes hear, and people with
experience avoided the room completely. We shared the upstairs. Her room
was directly next to the guest room and my room was on the other side
of hers. The thing had a kind of residence there. We kept the door
closed because it was disturbing to pass by and I had to do it every
time I went to my room, but whenever you opened the door you would feel a
surge of cold air. I didn't think this was the ghost passing through me
or anything, I just think him being in there turned the place into a
freezer.
For a time, my mother was using the guest room at night to sleep in,
but she never had any encounters with the thing. I used to share her
attitude and pick on my sister for thinking we had a ghost in the house,
and I certainly wasn't scared often and hardly thought of the thing
except for when I would hear weird noises or odd stuff would happen, but
I didn't take those clues to heart until what I saw.
One night my mom came home late from work, around 1am, and came
upstairs to go to sleep in the guest room. I heard her walk down the
hall, open the guest room door, and turn on the light in there. As she
entered her room/right after, I heard light footsteps coming to me from
the hall, and continued hearing them walk right into my room. As the
thing I was hearing got to my door, which was wide open, my cat, who had
been staring at the open door after hearing the footsteps with me and
who was sitting on my feet, got rigid and tense all of a sudden. The
door was across the room from me to the right of my bed, where I was
laying. My cat made a deep throaty hissing noise I had never heard him
make, clearly very threatened, and his hair was standing on end,
straight up, and his cat nails were digging into my sheets with a lot of
force. I reached toward the cat to comfort it/comfort myself after what
we had heard and the cat darted to the bathroom door and out of my room
at my touch. After my cat was gone I had more time to process what had
come in.
What I saw looked like a dark shade of black fog, but not thick fog
and hardly noticeable in the air except for the outlines of movement as
he walked. I could see most obviously around the top of his legs near
his hips where his legs were clearly moving as he walked across my room,
parallel to the end of my bed, to a corner where my closet was. I only
saw the outline for probably 10 seconds, felt much longer, but it was
long enough for my body to feel the full weight of what was in the room
with me, and a huge alarm bell was going off in my head. I had no doubt
that I had seen something, but I didn't have the bravery to even run to
my mother a couple rooms away or shout out, probably because I knew they
would not have believed me. Shock took over me and all I could do was
clench my teeth and sit anxiously while I continued to hear small noises
coming from that part of the room. I had the feeling he did not really
want to be seen or acknowledged; he was simply trying to get out of his
room after my mother had occupied his. Why I would be less intimidating
or a better roommate for the thing I have no idea but he seemed to be
scared of my mother as she never had an intense encounter.
Recently he hadn't made it as easy to ignore him, and was becoming
more of a prominent presence in our house. My friends thought it was
because we were moving (disturbed the house a lot, moving all the stuff
into boxes), but he started to get more aggressive a while before we
really started packing, like 2 months before. Another theory was that
now that my sister was gone, the ghost had moved on to terrorizing me.
My sister used to sometimes run into my room at night wanting to sleep
with me because she thought there was something in her room, so maybe it
was just that she had taken the brunt of the hauntings and I was just
starting to feel his effects.
The main difference lately is that he has been almost TRYING to be
seen, frequently. Just two days ago, the last night I slept in the
house, I got home around 10pm and while I was downstairs I could hear
loud, very clear footsteps coming from upstairs, walking around like he
owned the place. I always try to shluff off that kind of thing, which I
had had to hear a lot of toward the end, making it harder to ignore,
because it only made me too scared to walk around my own house when I
acknowledged what those footsteps meant. Anyway I ignored it and started
to walk up the stairs, the whole time this growing fear in my belly as I
felt like there was something close by in the living room at the top of
the stairs. As I reached the top, I heard a weird type of slapping
noise coming from the other side of our pool table. I heard the same
noise twice, one right after the other, and it was loud and quick. It
felt like he was trying to scare me off or to communicate to me that I
wasn't wanted upstairs or something. In any case, the noise was clearly
made for me to hear and was made as soon as I got to the top of the
staircase. I didn't look over, now I kind of wish I had, but ran down
the stairs and tried to sleep on the couch not wanting to disobey the
thing.
Source: Yourghoststories
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