My experience growing up in a haunted house/u/EasternTune4592

The Paranormal | January 24, 2023

My experience growing up in a haunted house/u/EasternTune4592

I grew up in the 90’s in Minnesota. My parents divorced when I was 8, and we spent every other weekend at my dads haunted house.

This house had every type of ghost you could think of- a shadow man in a trench coat and brimmed hat, another separate shadow figure that danced down the hallway, a man dressed to go fishing, a doppelgänger of my father, 2 giggling little girl ghosts, and many other unseen entities.

The dishwasher, radios, and lights would turn themselves on and off randomly. Loud banging would be heard on walls and doors. Door handles would jiggle and turn on their own. Feelings of being touched or caressed in the shower were reported.

My father also had an incident where he felt someone crawl into bed with him in the middle of the night when he was the only one home.

My uncle reported hearing 2 little girls giggling and singing in the basement one night while sleeping downstairs. Upon awakening the next morning, he discovered there were no kids in the house that night. So who did he hear playing in the middle of the night?

(Also there was a salamander plague one night. The entire yard was covered in slimy, slithering salamanders. It only ever happened once. Not positive if that is paranormal, but it’s certainly strange.)

One sunny, Saturday morning while visiting my dad, my brother and I were up early watching cartoons. I was 8 years old, and my brother was 3. As we sat on the couch, we heard 3 alerting knocking sounds on the wall 5-6 feet behind us.

Knock Knock Knock

Our heads quickly snapped back to look at the wall where the sound was coming from, but we saw nothing.

My brother and I quickly turned to look at each other with frightened eyes. I, being the older sister, tried to be brave. I told him it was nothing.

As we turn our attention back to the cartoons, my little 8 year old brain is spinning. What if that banging noise we just heard wasn’t “just the pipes” as I had been told so many times. What it it was a ghost? I hate when the ghosts come around. Why isn’t my dad around whenever this happens?

As these thoughts swirl in my head we hear it again.

Knock Knock Knock

This time it is coming from somewhere in the kitchen off to our left. It’s not as loud as the first time, and the sound is different. Like someone is knocking on the kitchen counter this time instead of the wall.

We quickly strain our necks to peek inside the kitchen with lightening speed to catch whomever or whatever is making that noise. Again, there is nothing there.

I take a deep breath. Once again I pretended to be brave and tell me brother, “it’s nothing. Just ignore it.”

My heart is thumping in my chest, and there are butterflies in my tummy as the familiar anxiety grows worse with each passing second.

I tuck myself up on the couch in a ball, not wanting my legs to dangle off the side. I no longer feel safe. Nothing is to be trusted.

Knock Knock Knock

This time the sound is coming from the dining room. I can tell the noise is coming from the wooden dining table this time.

I can see the entire table from where I am sitting, and there is nothing on the table that should be making that noise. No one except me and my brother are awake. There is no one in the dining room. There is no logical reason for this knocking noise that is moving around us.

Just then I realize the knocking sounds have been moving in a big circle around us. If this invisible entity is to move any closer to us, the next logical place for it to be would be in the living room where me and my brother are currently sitting. knock would be on the coffee table sitting less than a foot away.

No sooner than that thought crossed my mind, it happened again.

Knock Knock Knock

This time the noise was coming from the coffee table sitting less than 1 foot away from us.

I Instantly flip over the back of my couch in a reverse somersault like motion, and run at super human speed to my fathers bedroom. In my panic I completely left my little 3 years old brother behind to fend for himself. Luckily he wasn’t too far behind.

We sneak into our fathers room, and quietly lay on the floor. Our dad would have been super pissed if we woke him up early on a Saturday morning, even for a ghost. In our commotion, we wake up our 6 years sister who is sleeping on our dads floor. Us 3 kids always slept on his floor together when we were visiting. (We also used the bathroom together. THAT’S how terrified of the ghosts we were.)

So we quietly whisper what just happened out in the living room to our sister.

As we are telling her this story, something catches our eye. We can see a black shadow under the small space between the bottom of the door and the plush carpet. This black shadow is slowly pacing back and forth in the hallway just on the other side of the bedroom door.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like this shadow is waiting for us....

Unfortunately I don’t remember what happened after this point. Somehow the rest of that memory has been lost with time. But I know for sure we DIDN’T open that door.

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[link] [comments]I grew up in the 90’s in Minnesota. My parents divorced when I was 8, and we spent every other weekend at my dads haunted house. This house had every type of ghost you could think of- a shadow man in a trench coat and brimmed hat, another separate shadow figure that danced down the hallway, a man dressed to go fishing, a doppelgänger of my father, 2 giggling little girl ghosts, and many other unseen entities. The dishwasher, radios, and lights would turn themselves on and off randomly. Loud banging would be heard on walls and doors. Door handles would jiggle and turn on their own. Feelings of being touched or caressed in the shower were reported. My father also had an incident where he felt someone crawl into bed with him in the middle of the night when he was the only one home. My uncle reported hearing 2 little girls giggling and singing in the basement one night while sleeping downstairs. Upon awakening the next morning, he discovered there were no kids in the house that night. So who did he hear playing in the middle of the night? (Also there was a salamander plague one night. The entire yard was covered in slimy, slithering salamanders. It only ever happened once. Not positive if that is paranormal, but it’s certainly strange.) One sunny, Saturday morning while visiting my dad, my brother and I were up early watching cartoons. I was 8 years old, and my brother was 3. As we sat on the couch, we heard 3 alerting knocking sounds on the wall 5-6 feet behind us. Knock Knock Knock Our heads quickly snapped back to look at the wall where the sound was coming from, but we saw nothing. My brother and I quickly turned to look at each other with frightened eyes. I, being the older sister, tried to be brave. I told him it was nothing. As we turn our attention back to the cartoons, my little 8 year old brain is spinning. What if that banging noise we just heard wasn’t “just the pipes” as I had been told so many times. What it it was a ghost? I hate when the ghosts come around. Why isn’t my dad around whenever this happens? As these thoughts swirl in my head we hear it again. Knock Knock Knock This time it is coming from somewhere in the kitchen off to our left. It’s not as loud as the first time, and the sound is different. Like someone is knocking on the kitchen counter this time instead of the wall. We quickly strain our necks to peek inside the kitchen with lightening speed to catch whomever or whatever is making that noise. Again, there is nothing there. I take a deep breath. Once again I pretended to be brave and tell me brother, “it’s nothing. Just ignore it.” My heart is thumping in my chest, and there are butterflies in my tummy as the familiar anxiety grows worse with each passing second. I tuck myself up on the couch in a ball, not wanting my legs to dangle off the side. I no longer feel safe. Nothing is to be trusted. Knock Knock Knock This time the sound is coming from the dining room. I can tell the noise is coming from the wooden dining table this time. I can see the entire table from where I am sitting, and there is nothing on the table that should be making that noise. No one except me and my brother are awake. There is no one in the dining room. There is no logical reason for this knocking noise that is moving around us. Just then I realize the knocking sounds have been moving in a big circle around us. If this invisible entity is to move any closer to us, the next logical place for it to be would be in the living room where me and my brother are currently sitting. knock would be on the coffee table sitting less than a foot away. No sooner than that thought crossed my mind, it happened again. Knock Knock Knock This time the noise was coming from the coffee table sitting less than 1 foot away from us. I Instantly flip over the back of my couch in a reverse somersault like motion, and run at super human speed to my fathers bedroom. In my panic I completely left my little 3 years old brother behind to fend for himself. Luckily he wasn’t too far behind. We sneak into our fathers room, and quietly lay on the floor. Our dad would have been super pissed if we woke him up early on a Saturday morning, even for a ghost. In our commotion, we wake up our 6 years sister who is sleeping on our dads floor. Us 3 kids always slept on his floor together when we were visiting. (We also used the bathroom together. THAT’S how terrified of the ghosts we were.) So we quietly whisper what just happened out in the living room to our sister. As we are telling her this story, something catches our eye. We can see a black shadow under the small space between the bottom of the door and the plush carpet. This black shadow is slowly pacing back and forth in the hallway just on the other side of the bedroom door. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like this shadow is waiting for us.... Unfortunately I don’t remember what happened after this point. Somehow the rest of that memory has been lost with time. But I know for sure we DIDN’T open that door. submitted by /u/EasternTune4592 [link] [comments]

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