I was born in the early 90s. My parents were married in 1991 and I was born in 1992. For the first bit of my parent's marriage, they lived in a tiny apartment that needed A LOT of work. When my mom found out she was pregnant with me, finding a better home with more space moved to the top of their "to-do" list.
My mom was about 7 months along with me, and every house they had looked at had fallen through. Until one. THE one.
It was located out in the middle of nowhere in our little town, but that's exactly what my parents wanted. It was a two (could be three) bedroom and one bath house. It had two enclosed porches, a massive kitchen/dining area and living room. The best part was the rent was just barely over the amount my parents were paying monthly for this tiny, run-down apartment. Of course, they jumped on this offer.
It did not take long after moving in for the weirdness to start. This experience in particular, I can remember even though I was only about 3 or 4 years old.
Halloween has always been a major holiday for my family. My parents decided to host their first annual Halloween party in this house.
They had music, food, games, costume contests, and the best part: a haunted house in the garage that sat a part from the house.
It was a huge success. Tons of family and friends attended. I remember I was "BabyBop" from Barney that year.
After it was over, my mom's two sisters and her middle sister's boyfriend decided to sleep over instead of making the hour long drive back home so late.
My parent's made the living room floor (which was in between my parent's room and what was considered my room) as cozy as they could.
About 2:00am, they said their goodnights, and I followed my parents into their room to crash as I was absolutely terrified of my room.
I remember waking up to the sound of someone knocking on my parent's closed bedroom door. My dad was dead to the world, so my mom got up to answer it.
I heard the frantic voice of my older aunt asking where my dad was. My mom opened the bedroom door more so she could see my dad completely knocked out in the bed.
My aunt's voice became even more pleading, as she asked if they could all move into their room and sleep in the floor. My mom agreed, as my aunt swore she would explain in the morning.
I remember how excited I was to see my aunt's and future uncle move their bedding in the small bedroom to sleep. It was my first sleepover in my young mind.
Come morning, we would find out what exactly what happened.
My aunt said after everyone had went to bed, and the lights were out, they started hearing movement coming from my room.
It sounded like footsteps moving around the room, and then it started sounding like someone was moving stuff around.
Both my aunts and my future uncle were on alert listening to this when creepy music started playing. They realized it was the music my dollhouse would play when you pushed a special button.
They were so creeped out that they were convinced my dad was behind this, as he is notorious for playing pranks on people.
That's when my aunt ran and knocked on my parent's bedroom door to see if it was somehow his doing. When my mom showed her he was sound asleep, she said it felt like her heart stopped as she could still hear movement coming from my room on the other side of the living room.
After this, the experiences in the house got worse, and it was a very long time before my aunts and uncle would even visit again.
Just days after this, my parents said I came running to them late one evening, and I was completely inconsolable. I said in between sobs that there was a mean face glaring at me through the living room window. This window being in the same area my family had ran from.
These are just a few experiences from that wicked house. I have plenty more I'd love to share in the future!
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[link] [comments]I was born in the early 90s. My parents were married in 1991 and I was born in 1992. For the first bit of my parent's marriage, they lived in a tiny apartment that needed A LOT of work. When my mom found out she was pregnant with me, finding a better home with more space moved to the top of their "to-do" list. My mom was about 7 months along with me, and every house they had looked at had fallen through. Until one. THE one. It was located out in the middle of nowhere in our little town, but that's exactly what my parents wanted. It was a two (could be three) bedroom and one bath house. It had two enclosed porches, a massive kitchen/dining area and living room. The best part was the rent was just barely over the amount my parents were paying monthly for this tiny, run-down apartment. Of course, they jumped on this offer. It did not take long after moving in for the weirdness to start. This experience in particular, I can remember even though I was only about 3 or 4 years old. Halloween has always been a major holiday for my family. My parents decided to host their first annual Halloween party in this house. They had music, food, games, costume contests, and the best part: a haunted house in the garage that sat a part from the house. It was a huge success. Tons of family and friends attended. I remember I was "BabyBop" from Barney that year. After it was over, my mom's two sisters and her middle sister's boyfriend decided to sleep over instead of making the hour long drive back home so late. My parent's made the living room floor (which was in between my parent's room and what was considered my room) as cozy as they could. About 2:00am, they said their goodnights, and I followed my parents into their room to crash as I was absolutely terrified of my room. I remember waking up to the sound of someone knocking on my parent's closed bedroom door. My dad was dead to the world, so my mom got up to answer it. I heard the frantic voice of my older aunt asking where my dad was. My mom opened the bedroom door more so she could see my dad completely knocked out in the bed. My aunt's voice became even more pleading, as she asked if they could all move into their room and sleep in the floor. My mom agreed, as my aunt swore she would explain in the morning. I remember how excited I was to see my aunt's and future uncle move their bedding in the small bedroom to sleep. It was my first sleepover in my young mind. Come morning, we would find out what exactly what happened. My aunt said after everyone had went to bed, and the lights were out, they started hearing movement coming from my room. It sounded like footsteps moving around the room, and then it started sounding like someone was moving stuff around. Both my aunts and my future uncle were on alert listening to this when creepy music started playing. They realized it was the music my dollhouse would play when you pushed a special button. They were so creeped out that they were convinced my dad was behind this, as he is notorious for playing pranks on people. That's when my aunt ran and knocked on my parent's bedroom door to see if it was somehow his doing. When my mom showed her he was sound asleep, she said it felt like her heart stopped as she could still hear movement coming from my room on the other side of the living room. After this, the experiences in the house got worse, and it was a very long time before my aunts and uncle would even visit again. Just days after this, my parents said I came running to them late one evening, and I was completely inconsolable. I said in between sobs that there was a mean face glaring at me through the living room window. This window being in the same area my family had ran from. These are just a few experiences from that wicked house. I have plenty more I'd love to share in the future! submitted by /u/mydarlingdarkness [link] [comments]
