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room was set up was my bed was on the opposite wall of the closet, so if I turned on my side, I was facing my closet. My fear was super intense that night. I felt like there was someone in my room with me but I didn't know what to do, so I just shut my eyes and tried to get some sleep. Well that didn't happen.
I made the mistake of rolling over, facing my closet and I opened my eyes, just in time so see a shadowy figure dart across the wall and stop where my closet door was. The figure was odd. If I had to describe it, it looked like a troll shape. It was small, but I was terrified.
I just laid there, I didn't want to move at all, I felt my breathing was too much movement. I decided to look over at my closet once more, and the door begins to open. Slowly, it gets to the point where it can't open any more and slams shut. So what do I do? I freak out of course and run to my mom. That night, I slept in my parents bed.
The next night wasn't too bad, but I was still frightened. Because of the previous night, I decided that I would feel safer if my little dog, Princess, slept in bed with me. Princess was a Pomeranian and really sweet. I was in bed, and I already felt tons safer because Princess was there with me.
I was petting her before I was about to pass out but I remember blinking and opening my eyes again and what I saw scared me enough to start screaming. As I opened my eyes to look at Princess, she turned black, ( her fur is really light tan) and her eyes were glowing red. Believe me, I know how weird this sounds, I didn't want to believe it either, but I know what I saw. So needless to say, I kicked Princess out of my room and she slept in the living room that night.
The next night is a night I will never forget. I was laying in bed, almost about to fall asleep, when I hear my name coming from the closet. At first I thought it was my mom, so I listened one more time...nothing. So I roll back over and start to fall asleep. Later I woke to something shaking my bed. At that time, I had a water bed, and it would move easily from anything trying to move it. That night it was moving to the point where I felt I was going to fall off. No one was in my room but me, why was my bed moving like that? I was scared, so I hopped out of bed and started running towards my door. I slammed shut it my face. I was frozen with fear. I just stood there, I didn't want to turn around because I didn't know what would happen to me if I did.
I start to hear my name coming from the closet again. Just repeating, until finally it stops, the door opens and I run to my mom. The whole time I was in my room that night, I felt depressed. I felt like something wanted me to feel that way. Like I was alone and helpless.
Years have gone by and nothing happened. My family and I moved to a new house. One day I remember asking my mom about the person who died in our old house. She told me it was an old woman, she had died in my room, right next to my closet. She was trying to get help, but she couldn't get out of the room.... she was helpless.....
Grandma's in the House
Spring branch, Texas
It started on a peaceful night at 1:00 a.m., and my mom and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. Suddenly our back door opened.
My mom and I were pretty scared, so I got up and went to see what it was because she wouldn't. When I got to the back door, no one was there. So I just closed it.
After that I was on the computer, and I heard my cabinet doors open, but I ignored it. Then I heard the dishes being put away. I went to the kitchen to see who it was and all of the dishes were in the same place.
I thought that was pretty freaky, so I told my mom about it, and she said that it was probably my imagination.
After that I went to bed, and woke up at around 3 A.M. and heard someone talking to me. The voice said, "It's your grandma." I looked around and there was no one there. So now I knew that it's my grandma, and I shouldn't be scared.
From that day on I
I made the mistake of rolling over, facing my closet and I opened my eyes, just in time so see a shadowy figure dart across the wall and stop where my closet door was. The figure was odd. If I had to describe it, it looked like a troll shape. It was small, but I was terrified.
I just laid there, I didn't want to move at all, I felt my breathing was too much movement. I decided to look over at my closet once more, and the door begins to open. Slowly, it gets to the point where it can't open any more and slams shut. So what do I do? I freak out of course and run to my mom. That night, I slept in my parents bed.
The next night wasn't too bad, but I was still frightened. Because of the previous night, I decided that I would feel safer if my little dog, Princess, slept in bed with me. Princess was a Pomeranian and really sweet. I was in bed, and I already felt tons safer because Princess was there with me.
I was petting her before I was about to pass out but I remember blinking and opening my eyes again and what I saw scared me enough to start screaming. As I opened my eyes to look at Princess, she turned black, ( her fur is really light tan) and her eyes were glowing red. Believe me, I know how weird this sounds, I didn't want to believe it either, but I know what I saw. So needless to say, I kicked Princess out of my room and she slept in the living room that night.
The next night is a night I will never forget. I was laying in bed, almost about to fall asleep, when I hear my name coming from the closet. At first I thought it was my mom, so I listened one more time...nothing. So I roll back over and start to fall asleep. Later I woke to something shaking my bed. At that time, I had a water bed, and it would move easily from anything trying to move it. That night it was moving to the point where I felt I was going to fall off. No one was in my room but me, why was my bed moving like that? I was scared, so I hopped out of bed and started running towards my door. I slammed shut it my face. I was frozen with fear. I just stood there, I didn't want to turn around because I didn't know what would happen to me if I did.
I start to hear my name coming from the closet again. Just repeating, until finally it stops, the door opens and I run to my mom. The whole time I was in my room that night, I felt depressed. I felt like something wanted me to feel that way. Like I was alone and helpless.
Years have gone by and nothing happened. My family and I moved to a new house. One day I remember asking my mom about the person who died in our old house. She told me it was an old woman, she had died in my room, right next to my closet. She was trying to get help, but she couldn't get out of the room.... she was helpless.....
Grandma's in the House
Spring branch, Texas
It started on a peaceful night at 1:00 a.m., and my mom and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. Suddenly our back door opened.
My mom and I were pretty scared, so I got up and went to see what it was because she wouldn't. When I got to the back door, no one was there. So I just closed it.
After that I was on the computer, and I heard my cabinet doors open, but I ignored it. Then I heard the dishes being put away. I went to the kitchen to see who it was and all of the dishes were in the same place.
I thought that was pretty freaky, so I told my mom about it, and she said that it was probably my imagination.
After that I went to bed, and woke up at around 3 A.M. and heard someone talking to me. The voice said, "It's your grandma." I looked around and there was no one there. So now I knew that it's my grandma, and I shouldn't be scared.
From that day on I
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