Hi ! This is my first post ever ! I’ve always been a watcher but I never interacted cause I don’t see the point of answering if I have nothing interesting to say.
So for the story :
My parents house is a very very very very old house in Europe that was a farm in its early years. The two houses that surround it were the barns and our cave is under one of them. It’s a nice and inviting house, nothing creepy, a lot of light in the day and it always felt cozy. I love that house
BUT (TIN TIN TIN (scary music)) when I was about 12 to 14 strange things started happening : at night, I was hearing someone walking in the stairs, and when I say walking, I’m sure it was the sounds of someone walking because I know all the sounds of this house. I’ve never been a ghost believer so for me it was my dad having insomnia or going to the toilet but he was doing a lot of noises and was going up and down all night. I clearly was annoyed by these noises so one night I was going to confront him while he passes near my door, I opened the door and there was no one. Chills but okay I must be dreaming.
Then we started having other problems around the house : the walls are hollow and weasels got in and died multiple times, hogs came to the garden and destroyed several things (the neighbor who was a hunter killed them and the we gave them to a butcher who mad very good recipes with them… yummy) and then my mom’s car had her tires cut by a knife and we don’t know who it was.
One day, my grandmother told us to make a cross with salt under the rug. She did not believe in God or what but she believed in witches and (by her words) knew some. This was for her a way to repulse the bad spirits and the bad people.
We did it for the lol thinking it would not work…
It worked. I never heard the steps in stairs again and no weasel died in the walls since then. No cars attacked.
I was thinking that it was my imagination but the other night I talked about that with my parents for the first time because we were talking about my grandmother who died this year and they said that they also lived some weird things in this house which ended at the moment we put the salt cross. They never told us because they didn’t want us to have nightmares.
So that was my “ghost” story. Or maybe the story where a creepy dude lived in the walls of the house like Bruno in Encanto and died.
Ps : I’m not a native English speaker so I hope my story is understandable.
Ps 2 : my dad and I don’t believe in paranormal or God and we think it could just have been our brains fucking with us. My mother and my brother believe in paranormal, my great-grandmother lived in French reunion and was into voodoo and voodoo puppets. My mother always believed that her grandmother had some kind of powers. And for the joke that ‘I’m always making fun, she thinks I’ve inherited it.
I hope you’ll enjoy !
Have a nice day
submitted by /u/Millesime25
[link] [comments]Hi ! This is my first post ever ! I’ve always been a watcher but I never interacted cause I don’t see the point of answering if I have nothing interesting to say. So for the story : My parents house is a very very very very old house in Europe that was a farm in its early years. The two houses that surround it were the barns and our cave is under one of them. It’s a nice and inviting house, nothing creepy, a lot of light in the day and it always felt cozy. I love that house BUT (TIN TIN TIN (scary music)) when I was about 12 to 14 strange things started happening : at night, I was hearing someone walking in the stairs, and when I say walking, I’m sure it was the sounds of someone walking because I know all the sounds of this house. I’ve never been a ghost believer so for me it was my dad having insomnia or going to the toilet but he was doing a lot of noises and was going up and down all night. I clearly was annoyed by these noises so one night I was going to confront him while he passes near my door, I opened the door and there was no one. Chills but okay I must be dreaming. Then we started having other problems around the house : the walls are hollow and weasels got in and died multiple times, hogs came to the garden and destroyed several things (the neighbor who was a hunter killed them and the we gave them to a butcher who mad very good recipes with them… yummy) and then my mom’s car had her tires cut by a knife and we don’t know who it was. One day, my grandmother told us to make a cross with salt under the rug. She did not believe in God or what but she believed in witches and (by her words) knew some. This was for her a way to repulse the bad spirits and the bad people. We did it for the lol thinking it would not work… It worked. I never heard the steps in stairs again and no weasel died in the walls since then. No cars attacked. I was thinking that it was my imagination but the other night I talked about that with my parents for the first time because we were talking about my grandmother who died this year and they said that they also lived some weird things in this house which ended at the moment we put the salt cross. They never told us because they didn’t want us to have nightmares. So that was my “ghost” story. Or maybe the story where a creepy dude lived in the walls of the house like Bruno in Encanto and died. Ps : I’m not a native English speaker so I hope my story is understandable. Ps 2 : my dad and I don’t believe in paranormal or God and we think it could just have been our brains fucking with us. My mother and my brother believe in paranormal, my great-grandmother lived in French reunion and was into voodoo and voodoo puppets. My mother always believed that her grandmother had some kind of powers. And for the joke that ‘I’m always making fun, she thinks I’ve inherited it. I hope you’ll enjoy ! Have a nice day submitted by /u/Millesime25 [link] [comments]
