Last year, a friend of a friend of mine discovered an abandoned house nearby. He explored it eagerly at first, likely looking to pillage, but soon was
driven away from it, as he had discovered that it was haunted. That didn't stop our mutual friend, though. For him and his friends, the
apparently-haunted house quickly became a place to hang out and smoke. No matter how many freaky things went down, they just kept coming back. In one
incident he recalls, he and some guys were chillin' in the attic, smoking (as always), and he was sitting on the couch there, talking on his cell
phone to his (at the time) girlfriend.
Now, in this attic, there are five doors: the entry/exit door, and two doors on the walls on either side. The wall opposite the entrance to the attic
has a window on it. Of course, whenever these guys (or me, for that matter) explored the house, they always made sure to close all the doors behind
them. So the attic doors were all closed. Anyway, one of them suddenly swings open just a little... Despite being closed firmly. My friend shrugs it
off, gets up from the couch, and closes the door. A short time later, the door opens again, this time a little wider. At this point, people are
getting freaked out. My friend closes the rebellious door once more, testing it to make sure that it was shut hard and firmly, so it wasn't going
anywhere. The door jerks wide open this time, inversely slamming on the wall. There's nothing unexpected inside the little offshoot room.
Any sane person would have left before this point, but not my friend. He closed the door a final time. Some time later, out of nowhere, his phone was
plucked from his hand by an invisible force and flung across the room. That was it. Everyone present huddled into a corner, shouting at each other to
grab the phone so they could flee. Eventually my friend runs and grabs up his phone, then they all bolt out the door, down the stairs, and out of the
house. My friend arrives at his girlfriend's house a short time later, and she is sitting on her porch crying. She apparently thought he was dead. She
said that the last thing she heard from the phone was a voice, not my friend's, saying "Get out of my house."
This was far from the only instance of freaky stuff going down at this place. Sometimes, while sitting on the couch in the attic, a few individuals
have felt what they described as "a cat jumping off" of their shoulder.
During the trip of my friends just before my first time going there, They, as always, closed all the doors downstairs after exploring the rooms, and
went up to the creepy-ass attic to smoke and hang out. When they later came down, they were frightened to find that each of the closed doors had been
opened. Most of the doors were old and creaky, yet they had heard not a sound.
Most times, the sound of coins falling and rolling can be heard. Actually, one of my friends received a burn wound from a penny, which struck him hard
on the hand. Yes, a burn wound. Another friend's explanation for this was that a spirit had somehow infused it with some form of energy.
My first time going there, on the drive up the treacherous driveway (it's riddled with huge holes), I was freaked out by how the house seemed to just
appear all at once, only becoming visible in the headlights when we were around a hundred feet from it. When we approached, the two in the front seats
both freaked out at once, about what they described later as a floating, glowing, cat-like creature. The guy in the back with me, and myself, didn't
see it. But I have seen similar apparitions on at least two different occasions, so I pretty much believe them.
In this house, there are several bathrooms. They are all creepy as hell, of course, but one of them, what is apparently the main bathroom, has a
strange vibe to it. When we entered that bathroom, we would just feel a sense of dread and want to get out of there as soon as possible. Nobody ever
went into that bathroom alone. It just feels like something bad is there. We always called it the "bad bathroom", to differentiate from the other
One of my last times going there, just before leaving the attic, JUST as another of my friends reached for the door knob to lead us out, we heard a
sharp knock knock
... On that very door. We were all petrified. Nobody moved for at least a few minutes. It seemed like I heard breathing from
the other side of the door, but I can't be sure, as we were all pretty freaked out. Some people breathe heavily when scared, others hold their breath.
After several minutes of mumbling about how we didn't want to die, we carefully opened the door and slowly crept out; there was nothing there. Well,
we went to the bottom of the stairs, anyway. But none of us felt safe with an open door behind us. Not in that place. Since I was in the back, they
sent me back up to close the door, which we had left open. I couldn't move the door. The guy in front of me had to do it. Anyhow, we cautiously opened
the door at the bottom of the staircase, and made our way to the front of the house. The front door was cracked open. What the hell.
care at this point; we threw it open (closing it after) and ran like hell to our vehicles, which were conveniently about half a mile away (we didn't
want to get caught with our cars there). Most of us there that night swear there was someone standing at the entrance to the house's creepy driveway,
staring at us as we fled. I did feel like something was following me, but there was no
way I was looking back there.
These are just a few of the supernatural occurrences that have happened here. I didn't even mention the "creature" in the backyard that frightened my
fearless friend into running like hell from the place.
Of course, the main thing that happened in this house was downstairs; we always sat down at the fireplace, usually turning out the lights, and...
, stuff would get thrown at us. On a couple of occasions, one of my friends admitted to throwing a few small items himself, but the
majority of the things that were hurled, according to their trajectories, came from the opposite side of the room, which was a kitchen. It was either
there, or the area beside that, which was where the entrance to the bad bathroom, and the entrance to the garage were. Some of the things that have
been thrown were rocks, coins, parts of broken pottery, etc. A rock made a small hole in the wall, as it pelted the wall just a foot or so away from
me; I usually sat on the edge of the fireplace. The area where it hit was riddled with more holes with each hit. More recently, it seems as though a
frying pan had hit the wall, falling to the floor and leaving a big dent. On another more recent occasion, a circular part of a light fixture flew
from off the table that was in the middle of the kitchen area, or the sink behind it, and rolled on the floor, coming to a stop in front of us all. On
yet another occasion, something big and metal fell vertically, and hard,
into the sink. Of course, there is nothing above the sink except a
cabinet. It's baffling, and frightening. Relatively frequently we would hear pinging or rolling coins, sometimes in other rooms.
But at one point, things just stopped happening. It's now just another creepy old house. What happened?
Well, there were these peculiar bowls in the attic floor. One of my friends' friends, a foreigner, said that in his country, those bowls were used to
channel or summon your "personal demon" or something like that. I really have no idea what he said, as I didn't hear him say it with my own ears, but
something to do with the conjuration of a spirit. And he said this long before I ever even went there. The bowls were apparently removed
by someone, and the paranormal activity on the property stopped.
Now the house is up for sale. Actually, I think someone has bought it already.
So tell me, ATS, what the hell were those bowls, what were they for, and all that jazz? I really want to know. Just what was going on at that
Also, I can give details about the house, if needed. About the structure of the house, items found, dates on papers, photographs, the land outside,
edit on 25-5-2011 by Tyger because: typo