Hi. I didn’t expect to ever talk about my house on the internet, because I don’t want people to think I’m crazy, but after what happened tonight, I have to tell someone.
I have lived in this house since I was 4 years old. I’m turning 18 at the end of January, so it’s been a while. My neighbourhood is pretty decent, although it has a questionable past. A lot of stuff happened to the houses next to mine. A guy tried to dismember a woman with a machete, another guy tried to hang himself in one of the homes, a woman tried to set her house on fire while her kids were inside, etc. All of those things happened to the houses next to me. (I live in the Netherlands, my neighbours house is connected to mine).
I’m mentioning all of that because I’m trying to find an explanation for everything going on in my house. I’m not sure if I can explain it tho.
There have been a few things that happened in the past, little things like objects going missing for weeks and then being found in odd places like behind the basement stairs or on top of our microwave (which is on top of our fridge). I should mention, our kitchen is the weirdest place. There’s a door in our kitchen that leads to the basement, when you open the door, there’s a staircase going down, but on the left we have our fridge. (Our kitchen was too small, we were unable to put our fridge there).
So, if we need to get to the fridge, we have to open the basement door and stand at the top of the basement stairs. It’s normal to me, although it might sound weird. I remember one time, when I was probably 10 or 11 years old. I was going to get something to drink. The basement door was slightly open, but not enough for me to see anything behind the door. I went to open it but before I grabbed the door handle I saw as the handle pushed down, the door closed, and the handle was pushed back up. I apologise. I SUCK at explaining and am still frightened at what happened today but basically I saw the door close by itself that day. I immediately ran upstairs to tell my mom but she didn’t believe me.
When I was 14, the craziest thing happened. My mom had discovered a tiny handprint on the wall in the kitchen. It was very small, as if a toddler had done it, however, it was too high up for any toddler to reach it. And my little brother (who was still a toddler at that time, had bigger hands than the handprint). It was kind of smeared and it looked like it was dried up blood. I am pretty sure we took a picture of it during that time.
We always joked around saying our house is haunted, but after what happened today, I’m afraid it’s not a joke anymore.
I was sitting in the livingroom. It was 2:30AM. (It is 4:16AM as I am writing this). I was just watching a YouTube video when suddenly I heard the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen.
It was as if someone threw a glass cup and it broke. But everyone in the house was sleeping, and I was the only one downstairs at the time. I went and looked in the sink. (I knew we had some glasses in there. We were gonna wash them in the morning since we don’t wanna disturb our neighbours by doing the dishes late at night).
My heart sank when I saw that all 3 of the glass cups had broken. There was glass everywhere. They didn’t fall over, the bottom parts of the glasses were still standing the same way they were when they were put into the sink. None of them had fallen over yet all of them were broken.
I checked to see if maybe it had something to do with the air pressure but that didn’t seem to be the case.
It freaked me out and I hurried into the livingroom. I had a really bad feeling in my gut and my mind kept repeating the same word over and over again. “Sinister”. I’ve never used that word in my life, I don’t know why I kept thinking of it in that moment.
I turned on all the lights in the livingroom and stood there, scared.
I started hearing noise coming from the stairs. We have another door in the kitchen that leads to our hallway. The door was closed at the time but if I opened it, it would give me a clear view of the staircase in the hallway.
I heard a noise on the stairs. As if someone was standing there. Now, after living in this house for all those years, I’ve grown familiar with the noises this house makes. I know what it sounds like when someone is walking up and down the staircase, but I also know what it sounds like when someone is standing on the stairs. I’ve heard my mom stand on the stairs before, and it’s an odd creaking noise. Other noises sound different. It’s like putting something heavy on a creaky staircase. If you can even imagine what that would sound like.
I could hear clearly that it wasn’t a regular random creaky noise, cause sometimes the stairs does that. I could hear that there was a heavy weight standing on the stairs.
The first thought that came to my mind was “He’s standing there waiting for you”. I don’t know who “he” is, or why he would be waiting, but that random thought made me incredibly nauseous. My stomach turned and I just started panicking. I called my friend, sobbing and shaking and for some reason I kept holding my breath which caused me to be unable to calm down.
I was panicking.
The friend who I called is Muslim and started performing a Dua for me. I am not 100% sure what that is or what it does but it calmed me down, knowing that she was praying for me.
She must’ve heard how genuinely terrified i was because she usually never prays or talks to me about her religion.
After we talked I opened the door leading to the hallway. I saw that the door to my downstairs bathroom was wide open. We usually keep it closed because it easily gets very cold in the house. It didn’t matter, I was sweating because of the adrenaline anyway.
I ran upstairs to my bedroom. I have never ran so fast in my entire life.
When i reached my bedroom, I closed my door and threw myself on my bed. I started crying uncontrollably and started thanking all different kinds of Gods for giving me the strength and courage to leave my livingroom. As stupid as that sounds…
I don’t worship any of the gods I thanked. I was just that frightened by everything.
I believe my house is haunted. But I also feel like I am going crazy. 🙁
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[link] [comments]Hi. I didn’t expect to ever talk about my house on the internet, because I don’t want people to think I’m crazy, but after what happened tonight, I have to tell someone. I have lived in this house since I was 4 years old. I’m turning 18 at the end of January, so it’s been a while. My neighbourhood is pretty decent, although it has a questionable past. A lot of stuff happened to the houses next to mine. A guy tried to dismember a woman with a machete, another guy tried to hang himself in one of the homes, a woman tried to set her house on fire while her kids were inside, etc. All of those things happened to the houses next to me. (I live in the Netherlands, my neighbours house is connected to mine). I’m mentioning all of that because I’m trying to find an explanation for everything going on in my house. I’m not sure if I can explain it tho. There have been a few things that happened in the past, little things like objects going missing for weeks and then being found in odd places like behind the basement stairs or on top of our microwave (which is on top of our fridge). I should mention, our kitchen is the weirdest place. There’s a door in our kitchen that leads to the basement, when you open the door, there’s a staircase going down, but on the left we have our fridge. (Our kitchen was too small, we were unable to put our fridge there). So, if we need to get to the fridge, we have to open the basement door and stand at the top of the basement stairs. It’s normal to me, although it might sound weird. I remember one time, when I was probably 10 or 11 years old. I was going to get something to drink. The basement door was slightly open, but not enough for me to see anything behind the door. I went to open it but before I grabbed the door handle I saw as the handle pushed down, the door closed, and the handle was pushed back up. I apologise. I SUCK at explaining and am still frightened at what happened today but basically I saw the door close by itself that day. I immediately ran upstairs to tell my mom but she didn’t believe me. When I was 14, the craziest thing happened. My mom had discovered a tiny handprint on the wall in the kitchen. It was very small, as if a toddler had done it, however, it was too high up for any toddler to reach it. And my little brother (who was still a toddler at that time, had bigger hands than the handprint). It was kind of smeared and it looked like it was dried up blood. I am pretty sure we took a picture of it during that time. We always joked around saying our house is haunted, but after what happened today, I’m afraid it’s not a joke anymore. I was sitting in the livingroom. It was 2:30AM. (It is 4:16AM as I am writing this). I was just watching a YouTube video when suddenly I heard the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen. It was as if someone threw a glass cup and it broke. But everyone in the house was sleeping, and I was the only one downstairs at the time. I went and looked in the sink. (I knew we had some glasses in there. We were gonna wash them in the morning since we don’t wanna disturb our neighbours by doing the dishes late at night). My heart sank when I saw that all 3 of the glass cups had broken. There was glass everywhere. They didn’t fall over, the bottom parts of the glasses were still standing the same way they were when they were put into the sink. None of them had fallen over yet all of them were broken. I checked to see if maybe it had something to do with the air pressure but that didn’t seem to be the case. It freaked me out and I hurried into the livingroom. I had a really bad feeling in my gut and my mind kept repeating the same word over and over again. “Sinister”. I’ve never used that word in my life, I don’t know why I kept thinking of it in that moment. I turned on all the lights in the livingroom and stood there, scared. I started hearing noise coming from the stairs. We have another door in the kitchen that leads to our hallway. The door was closed at the time but if I opened it, it would give me a clear view of the staircase in the hallway. I heard a noise on the stairs. As if someone was standing there. Now, after living in this house for all those years, I’ve grown familiar with the noises this house makes. I know what it sounds like when someone is walking up and down the staircase, but I also know what it sounds like when someone is standing on the stairs. I’ve heard my mom stand on the stairs before, and it’s an odd creaking noise. Other noises sound different. It’s like putting something heavy on a creaky staircase. If you can even imagine what that would sound like. I could hear clearly that it wasn’t a regular random creaky noise, cause sometimes the stairs does that. I could hear that there was a heavy weight standing on the stairs. The first thought that came to my mind was “He’s standing there waiting for you”. I don’t know who “he” is, or why he would be waiting, but that random thought made me incredibly nauseous. My stomach turned and I just started panicking. I called my friend, sobbing and shaking and for some reason I kept holding my breath which caused me to be unable to calm down. I was panicking. The friend who I called is Muslim and started performing a Dua for me. I am not 100% sure what that is or what it does but it calmed me down, knowing that she was praying for me. She must’ve heard how genuinely terrified i was because she usually never prays or talks to me about her religion. After we talked I opened the door leading to the hallway. I saw that the door to my downstairs bathroom was wide open. We usually keep it closed because it easily gets very cold in the house. It didn’t matter, I was sweating because of the adrenaline anyway. I ran upstairs to my bedroom. I have never ran so fast in my entire life. When i reached my bedroom, I closed my door and threw myself on my bed. I started crying uncontrollably and started thanking all different kinds of Gods for giving me the strength and courage to leave my livingroom. As stupid as that sounds… I don’t worship any of the gods I thanked. I was just that frightened by everything. I believe my house is haunted. But I also feel like I am going crazy. 🙁 submitted by /u/DearSakuraa [link] [comments]
