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Originally posted by smyleegrl
My grandmother once lived in an old, three story house. It was set in the woods and slightly run down. It needed new paint, some of the floorboards would creak and the doorways were no longer straight from where the house had settled over the years.
The house itself always gave me a slightly uneasy feeling. However, I have an over-active imagination and at the time of this event I was heavily into my Stephen King horror phase (I was about ten).
The third floor of the house contained three bedrooms. One bedroom belonged to my aunt Beth, who was eight years older than me and wanted very little to do with my brother or myself. Since we stayed at Granny's during the day while Mom and Dad worked, I think it was a jealousy thing. Beth was my Mom's youngest sister and the baby of the family, while I was the first grandchild.
About three months after they moved into this house, Beth started complaining about noises coming from the walls in her room that kept her up at night. Granny and Papaw dismissed her complaints, but when my other aunt who lived there began to echo her concerns, they decided to investigate.
I was there when Granny took Beth upstairs and began searching her room, just to prove there was nothing there. The rat traps they'd sat hadn't worked and they owned three cats, so mice were not likely the culprit. Anyway, while moving a big dresser away from the wall, they discovered a piece of plywood nailed to the wall. It wasn't even painted. (I should mention the dresser had come with the house, as had a lot of the furniture). Granny, being Granny, immediately took a hammer and crow bar and tore off the plywood.
Behind it was a small door.
I'm not kidding when I say small. It was about three feet high and narrow. An adult man would have to really squeeze to get in there. The door was locked but Granny got it open anyhow.
Inside was a little hallway, very dusty, that opened into a tiny room. I could walk in the hallway if I hunkered over. An adult would have to crawl, and could only sit in the little room.
There was a small chair, doll sized, in that room. Nothing else. The walls had been covered in wallpaper that was now very yellowed with age. Dust and cobwebs everywhere, I sneezed for days after this little adventure.
What we finally noticed, and what still haunts me to this day, was the fresh looking scratches on the walls of the tiny room and the little hallway. Nt scratches, really...more like gouges in the wall. These gouges were in groups of three, as if whatever clawed hand responsible had only three fingers.
There was no dust in the gouges. They looked fresh.
We backtracked out of that little room, not saying a word. Granny nailed the plywood back in place and moved the dresser back against the wall. And that was that.
Two night later Beth moved into her sister's room and they kept that room locked until they moved out a year later.
The house was eventually abandoned. I went back with a group of my friends in high school to show them the little room, but the stairs were in really bad shape and rotten. The house was torn down not long after.
Originally posted by smyleegrl
Originally posted by LiberalSceptic
reply to post by smyleegrl
Are you serious about that story being true??????!!
If so, it is by far the most scary one posted yet.edit on 30-5-2013 by LiberalSceptic because: (no reason given)
Yes. It really happened.
So midnight, we're just now lying down for sleep, at a lakehouse, in Texas if that matters? My buddy and I see random flashes coming from across the lake, we figure its someone taking pictures. (they look like camera flashes)
Minutes go by and the flashes get closer and closer and we cannot tell who, what, where, how. A few of the flashes begin to come from the actual water area... about 10- 20 feet high off the water.
5 minutes pass and a flash comes from the top of a tree. (tree is approx. 40 feet high. We are on the second floor. Wide open windows. (no blinds -- wall-to-wall windows) We hide behind the furniture. We peek out, and FLASH! from the same spot. This happens a few more times over 10 minutes or so.
We are freaked out. We decide to start walking downstairs where the one elder was (mom). The stairs bottom out into a room with a sliding glass door. As soon as we both stepped down from the stairs, FLASH! from something on the ground outside the sliding glass door. We run into a room with blinds on all the windows.
We contemplate what in the hell could this be? (SWAT? Ghosts? Aliens?) We wait 10 minutes before we do anything because at this time, we are more scared than we've ever been. I pull down a blade on the blinds and peek out, and FLASH! came from something behind the car.
We did not look again. We were paranoid. After about 10 minutes, we didn't see any flashes. Because we never showed ourselves again (we didn't peek through any blinds or windows) We looked in the morning for any evidence of Anything, but nothing............