Hiii I’m apologizing in advance because this is a semi-long read, but I thought I’d give it a go by posting my experience here just out of curiosity if anyone has had any similar experiences! Here goes—
Quick back story: my parents divorced when I was 3 years old and my mom passed away when I was 4. My dad moved in with me and my older sister (who was 9) into the house my mom died in. She died in the master bathroom, and it obviously never felt the same. I'm only explaining that part so it's just easier to understand the awful vibe this house gave off.
I was pretty young, so I'd sleep with my dad in the master bedroom until he left for night shift at midnight and he'd go wake my sister up to join me until he got home at 7. He let me do that until I was about 6, then tried to start making me sleep in my bedroom alone. I wasn't good with being alone, especially in that room. My bedroom was at the back of the house at the end of a long hallway - the other end of the hallway was my sister's room and there was a bathroom in between the two. I started to notice the uneasy feeling I'd get whenever I would walk down the hall to my room, so I started flipping on the light switch before even turning the corner to walk down (I would literally outstretch my arm to flip it before even putting my body into the hallway). I remember the first time I opened my door to it being pitch black and trying to flip my switch and nothing happening. I flipped that damn switch what felt like 50 times before getting so scared that I turned and ran back down the hallway to get my dad. The light turned on for him after one flick of the switch, of course (insert eye roll)
One of the most haunting things that still sticks with me today was the activity from my bedroom closet. Once, I was laying in bed trying to be grown by sleeping by myself (I usually couldn’t from fear so I’d sleep with my dad or sis) when all of a sudden the light in my closet flicks off - there were no doors to my closet so it was just like a small space that was always “open” so I made sure to leave the light on any time I was in there alone at night. When it happened I remember just intensely but fearfully staring into the black hole that was my closet. And that's when I heard it. My hangers started touching together, ever so lightly. I almost thought I was making it up, but I could see them swaying in the dim TV light. I was too afraid to move; I truly felt stuck but I managed to pull my covers up over my head and forced myself to go to sleep. The hangers touching together happened several times, both during the day and at night. Didn’t matter when, that shit has genuinely scarred me to this day lmao
I never felt unsafe in any other part of that house. Uncomfortable, yes, but it was never to the extreme of being in my bedroom. I would get cold spots in my room, none of my friends ever wanted to go in there, things would move around or be in unusual places even though I could 100% remember the exact place I put them in, toys would turn on by themselves, etc. My furbie toy annoyed my sister so much that she took out the batteries. Days later it came back to life somehow & we found it stuffed under a pile of clothes at the bottom of my closet. My sister & I watched it keep talking and blinking its eyes just totally confused how this shit was even really happening since it very clearly had no batteries?! - big sis then threw it in the street lmao (RIP). We had multiple people that we rented the house to after we moved out who would say they always felt watched, could hear doors and cabinets opening and closing and always just say that they felt uncomfortable at all times but no real explanation as to why.
But what I can't get out of my head most of all, is the man who watched me as I slept (or didn't sleep). It was a tall figure in the corner of my room, who looked like he was wearing some sort of a hat and dirty shirt, and he would just watch me. It wasn't so much of a shadow as it was just a solid figure standing there. I could feel him watching me at all times. I could feel his presence every time I turned my back to my door to walk down the hallway, and even when I would dance to Britney Spears in my mirror. I saw him through my window while jumping on the trampoline during pure daylight, and he was standing in my closet behind my hanging clothes - I could see his eyes staring at me and letting me know he's watching. After about 2 years of this, he started to come to me in my dreams. It was the same dream every single time, and I still have it today. I'm almost 30 now. I would slide my hand around to flip the switch in the hallway and I'd get to my door and open up to turn on my light in my room and it wouldn't work (like it didn't in real life) and when I would turn my back to my door to go get my dad to help, he would walk into the hallway and drag me into my room. He closes the door and stands over me, then he’d start clawing at me leaving scratches all over my body. I wasn’t able to scream for help or even plead for him to stop. It felt like ages would pass and then he’d unexpectedly stop, return to his corner of my room, and continue watching me. Then the dream ends and I’m awake back in real life, profusely sweating & crying/whimpering like a lunatic.
Last bit! 20ish years later… I was renting the house out to my stepsister and stepbrother. They throw a party, and my stepbrother gets into an argument with his girlfriend who decides to go sleep it off in my old room with her dog. My stepsister woke up at about 3AM to the girlfriend screaming and crying in the hallway. She says that she was trying to fall asleep, but her dog wouldn't stop aggressively barking and growling, and she looks up to see a “tall man just staring at her from the corner of the room”. Y’all…that girl knew nothing about my experiences while living there as a child. When my stepsister told me about it, I instantly lost my shit, as someone would, after spending their entire mf life thinking they made all of these traumatic things up in their tiny lil kid brain!!! Anyway—I’m about to be 30, dude doesn’t come to visit me in my dreams as often these days, and after over 20 years I can finally feel a lil less crazy maybe? So things are looking up I guess. Cheers 🙂
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[link] [comments]Hiii I’m apologizing in advance because this is a semi-long read, but I thought I’d give it a go by posting my experience here just out of curiosity if anyone has had any similar experiences! Here goes— Quick back story: my parents divorced when I was 3 years old and my mom passed away when I was 4. My dad moved in with me and my older sister (who was 9) into the house my mom died in. She died in the master bathroom, and it obviously never felt the same. I'm only explaining that part so it's just easier to understand the awful vibe this house gave off. I was pretty young, so I'd sleep with my dad in the master bedroom until he left for night shift at midnight and he'd go wake my sister up to join me until he got home at 7. He let me do that until I was about 6, then tried to start making me sleep in my bedroom alone. I wasn't good with being alone, especially in that room. My bedroom was at the back of the house at the end of a long hallway - the other end of the hallway was my sister's room and there was a bathroom in between the two. I started to notice the uneasy feeling I'd get whenever I would walk down the hall to my room, so I started flipping on the light switch before even turning the corner to walk down (I would literally outstretch my arm to flip it before even putting my body into the hallway). I remember the first time I opened my door to it being pitch black and trying to flip my switch and nothing happening. I flipped that damn switch what felt like 50 times before getting so scared that I turned and ran back down the hallway to get my dad. The light turned on for him after one flick of the switch, of course (insert eye roll) One of the most haunting things that still sticks with me today was the activity from my bedroom closet. Once, I was laying in bed trying to be grown by sleeping by myself (I usually couldn’t from fear so I’d sleep with my dad or sis) when all of a sudden the light in my closet flicks off - there were no doors to my closet so it was just like a small space that was always “open” so I made sure to leave the light on any time I was in there alone at night. When it happened I remember just intensely but fearfully staring into the black hole that was my closet. And that's when I heard it. My hangers started touching together, ever so lightly. I almost thought I was making it up, but I could see them swaying in the dim TV light. I was too afraid to move; I truly felt stuck but I managed to pull my covers up over my head and forced myself to go to sleep. The hangers touching together happened several times, both during the day and at night. Didn’t matter when, that shit has genuinely scarred me to this day lmao I never felt unsafe in any other part of that house. Uncomfortable, yes, but it was never to the extreme of being in my bedroom. I would get cold spots in my room, none of my friends ever wanted to go in there, things would move around or be in unusual places even though I could 100% remember the exact place I put them in, toys would turn on by themselves, etc. My furbie toy annoyed my sister so much that she took out the batteries. Days later it came back to life somehow & we found it stuffed under a pile of clothes at the bottom of my closet. My sister & I watched it keep talking and blinking its eyes just totally confused how this shit was even really happening since it very clearly had no batteries?! - big sis then threw it in the street lmao (RIP). We had multiple people that we rented the house to after we moved out who would say they always felt watched, could hear doors and cabinets opening and closing and always just say that they felt uncomfortable at all times but no real explanation as to why. But what I can't get out of my head most of all, is the man who watched me as I slept (or didn't sleep). It was a tall figure in the corner of my room, who looked like he was wearing some sort of a hat and dirty shirt, and he would just watch me. It wasn't so much of a shadow as it was just a solid figure standing there. I could feel him watching me at all times. I could feel his presence every time I turned my back to my door to walk down the hallway, and even when I would dance to Britney Spears in my mirror. I saw him through my window while jumping on the trampoline during pure daylight, and he was standing in my closet behind my hanging clothes - I could see his eyes staring at me and letting me know he's watching. After about 2 years of this, he started to come to me in my dreams. It was the same dream every single time, and I still have it today. I'm almost 30 now. I would slide my hand around to flip the switch in the hallway and I'd get to my door and open up to turn on my light in my room and it wouldn't work (like it didn't in real life) and when I would turn my back to my door to go get my dad to help, he would walk into the hallway and drag me into my room. He closes the door and stands over me, then he’d start clawing at me leaving scratches all over my body. I wasn’t able to scream for help or even plead for him to stop. It felt like ages would pass and then he’d unexpectedly stop, return to his corner of my room, and continue watching me. Then the dream ends and I’m awake back in real life, profusely sweating & crying/whimpering like a lunatic. Last bit! 20ish years later… I was renting the house out to my stepsister and stepbrother. They throw a party, and my stepbrother gets into an argument with his girlfriend who decides to go sleep it off in my old room with her dog. My stepsister woke up at about 3AM to the girlfriend screaming and crying in the hallway. She says that she was trying to fall asleep, but her dog wouldn't stop aggressively barking and growling, and she looks up to see a “tall man just staring at her from the corner of the room”. Y’all…that girl knew nothing about my experiences while living there as a child. When my stepsister told me about it, I instantly lost my shit, as someone would, after spending their entire mf life thinking they made all of these traumatic things up in their tiny lil kid brain!!! Anyway—I’m about to be 30, dude doesn’t come to visit me in my dreams as often these days, and after over 20 years I can finally feel a lil less crazy maybe? So things are looking up I guess. Cheers 🙂 submitted by /u/aeevans [link] [comments]
