So back when I was younger I lived in a big house, in my room there was always this dark dusty closet that I never used. To get to it, you had to crawl through a small door about a little smaller than half the size of a normal door. I never went in there for a reason, for one, the room was covered in child’s drawings all over, words, pictures, and other disturbing and unexplainable stuff I’m not gonna say. Oh and quick note I was not like 16 in this story, I was like 8 or 9.
So, for the first few years in this house nothing ever happened, it was peaceful, but eventually we had to take off the door for a reason I forget. When my dad first took the door off it was fine, it smelled a little dusty in my room but nothing really happened. However, that night I could not sleep. All I smelled was something rotting, I kept smelling this for another 3 nights. I didn’t want to tell my parents as they were busy all the time while this was happening so it would just be a hassle for them. I could only smell rotting during the night, so I decided to go looking for what it would be. I looked all over my room and found nothing, the last place to check was the closet… There was a pile of dead rotting rats, atleast 8 of them. I screamed and my parents came in, cleaned up the rats confused on how they got in. Thought this was the end? Wrong. The next night I was hearing creaking floorboards and something mushy moving in my room. I tried to ignore it but could not fall asleep. The next morning I found all of my dolls had black paint on them and holes in their face, I ran to my parents asking if they did it, they said no. I asked my cousin as she had been over a few days before, she said no. I did not really have friends at the time because we lived in the middle of nowhere, so there was nobody else to ask. The next morning I had a smudge of black paint of my face, our paint is still in boxes in the storage room so I was confused. Once I got the paint off I realized underneath the paint I was bleeding, not a terrible amount but more than the amount from a paper cut. The next night I decided to go into the closet and found a small whiteboard with a heart on it. And that was the last night I was hearing stuff.
It was weird and uncomfortable, for all I know it could have been a prank but there were some things that I don’t think you would do in a prank. Either way I just recently remembered this and wanted to share it, it’s not the most creepy story on this page but whatever.
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[link] [comments]So back when I was younger I lived in a big house, in my room there was always this dark dusty closet that I never used. To get to it, you had to crawl through a small door about a little smaller than half the size of a normal door. I never went in there for a reason, for one, the room was covered in child’s drawings all over, words, pictures, and other disturbing and unexplainable stuff I’m not gonna say. Oh and quick note I was not like 16 in this story, I was like 8 or 9. So, for the first few years in this house nothing ever happened, it was peaceful, but eventually we had to take off the door for a reason I forget. When my dad first took the door off it was fine, it smelled a little dusty in my room but nothing really happened. However, that night I could not sleep. All I smelled was something rotting, I kept smelling this for another 3 nights. I didn’t want to tell my parents as they were busy all the time while this was happening so it would just be a hassle for them. I could only smell rotting during the night, so I decided to go looking for what it would be. I looked all over my room and found nothing, the last place to check was the closet… There was a pile of dead rotting rats, atleast 8 of them. I screamed and my parents came in, cleaned up the rats confused on how they got in. Thought this was the end? Wrong. The next night I was hearing creaking floorboards and something mushy moving in my room. I tried to ignore it but could not fall asleep. The next morning I found all of my dolls had black paint on them and holes in their face, I ran to my parents asking if they did it, they said no. I asked my cousin as she had been over a few days before, she said no. I did not really have friends at the time because we lived in the middle of nowhere, so there was nobody else to ask. The next morning I had a smudge of black paint of my face, our paint is still in boxes in the storage room so I was confused. Once I got the paint off I realized underneath the paint I was bleeding, not a terrible amount but more than the amount from a paper cut. The next night I decided to go into the closet and found a small whiteboard with a heart on it. And that was the last night I was hearing stuff. It was weird and uncomfortable, for all I know it could have been a prank but there were some things that I don’t think you would do in a prank. Either way I just recently remembered this and wanted to share it, it’s not the most creepy story on this page but whatever. submitted by /u/-Im-Totally-Human- [link] [comments]
