I love these types of threads especially this time of the year!
Below is my story. The following occurred between the years of 1984ish and 1998. If you’re up for a read, here goes nothing…
My best friend growing up lived down the street from me. From the time were roughly 6 years old we witnessed and experienced odd things separately and
together in his home. The first unexplainable occurrence that we witnessed together was a time when we were sitting in the living room watching
television. We heard someone running from one side of the second floor to the other. We both knew we were the only ones in the house. He told me it
happened often and his mother told him there wasn’t anything to worry about. In later years, he mother told us that she said this so he and later I,
wouldn't freak out while she was working becase we were in the home after school by ourselves. In the home, it was not uncommon for small items to go
missing. On one occasion his mother's wedding ring went missing. We helped turn the house upside down looking for that ring. It did turn a few years
later in a very strange place. His parents had a water bed that had sprung a leak too large to repair. After emptying the water and breaking down the
material, we were surprised to find the missing wedding ring. We were even more surprised to find that the ring appeared to have been twisted, sort of
like a pretzel stick. The look on his parent's face that day is still vivid. His mother put the ring in her pocket and didn’t say a thing. Again,
years later when we were old enough to laugh about the experiences, she opened up and said it was one of the most ominous moments of her life and that
a feeling of sadness washed over her when she touched the ring.
Events occurred on and off for years in that home. In the dining room there was a wall clock that had a shelf attached for knick-knacks and a pendulum
that swung back and forth. The Westminster Chimes would play at the top of each hour. Occasionally the cat in the home would jump up the wall and try
to bat the pendulum. When it did, the thimbles and other knick-knacks would fall to the ground. One afternoon, both of us walked in the front door
after school, we were stopped in our tracks. From the entry way we could see that clock at an almost 45 degree angle. The knick-knacks were
undisturbed. We walked slowly into the dining room and as we were approaching the threshold, the clock fell back into its natural position and the
items on the shelf all fell to the floor. We hadn’t a logical idea why the clock was in that position and why the items, which fell off anytime the
cat swatted the pendulum, could remain static on the shelf. And finally, why did it suddenly shift back when we got close to the dining room?
Over the years, we would have summer time squirt gun fights with the cold spot in the attic. For anyone who hasn’t been in a 3 story house with an
attic in the summer time, the temperature easily breaks 100 degree Fahrenheit. The house didn’t have air conditioning or central air and we could
never explain that cold spot. We chalked it up to the ghost in the house and although he had no evidence to designate what it was, we made up the fact
that it was a child and it would chase us and we would chase it.
In the mid 90’s my friend’s parents had divorced. His stepfather was selling the house and my friend was getting ready to leave for the military.
The week before he left, we spent some time together hanging out and a few times at the house. One day during the week we had gone swimming at another
friend’s house. We all stopped back at his house and I was going to throw my swimming trucks into the dryer before again leaving with our friends.
While he and another friend waited outside, I ran into the house and opened up the door to the basement. I made it almost down to the landing where
the light switch was when I hear what sounded like a male and female whispering. It froze me for a moment because I knew I was in the house by myself.
I reserved in my mind that I was not going to be ‘that guy’ who investigated the weird noises in the basement. I backed up and walked outside with
my swimming trucks still in hand. When asked why I still had them, I said I wasn’t going into the basement. I deflected an offer to go back in the
house again that evening and left for a night out with my wet swimming trucks drying off on the front steps.
A few days later we were packing up some items in the garage at the house. I needed to use the restroom and went inside. I was walking up the stairs
to the second floor bathroom when again I was frozen by someone talking before I could reach the landing. This time, the television in his
stepfather’s bedroom was on full blast and I heard his stepfather yelling for my friend. My friend’s name was yelled 3 times and each time the
voice got louder. This again was not something that I was going to investigate by myself. I ran back out of the house and got my friend. I explained
what happened and he gave me a confused look. He asked how his stepfather could be home when his car wasn’t here. We both went in the house to
investigate and found no one home and the television upstairs was off. It was the first time that we had the thought that maybe this presence knew
that this week was going to be the last week we would ever set foot in this house. Maybe it wanted to show us something or let us know it recognized
A couple days before he left, the house was virtually empty. His bedroom consisted of a dresser pushed up against the door to the attic; the same
attic where years before we would hunt out the cold spot and squirt it with our water guns. In the center of the room was an inflatable mattress. He
told me that while he was settling in for the night the side of the air mattress he was laying on lifted up as if the weight of someone was sitting on
the other end of the air mattress. He casually mentioned something to the effect of “Not tonight, I have long days ahead of me.” The presence left
and he felt the air mattress on his side lower back to the floor. He explained what happened the next morning. We again both joked that this was the
ghosts way of letting one of us know it was there. He said if it was I should spend the night over that evening which would be his last night before
leaving for the military. How could I say no?