Even before moving into a new house, Stephanie had experienced a few strange things,
things around the house, making strange noises. My name is Edwin and
then it's Stephanie's true scary story. So before I moved into my boyfriend's house,
I used to live in Stratford, which is in Connecticut, and he
lives in North Brantford. So it takes me roughly about thirty eight to forty
minutes to get to his home. So I usually would sleep over, and
he gets out of work at midnight, so he works al Florida midnight shift.
And he would sometimes give me the keys to come over, so I
get meet inside the home before he comes, or I can sit in the
driveway if I didn't stop by his job to get the key. And there
was this one night before I moved in. This was last year, twenty
twenty one. I think it was the fall, and I was in my
car and I usually reverse into his driveway. It's a pretty long driveway,
and he lives in a suburban area. There's no houses around his home.
It's maybe separated by like a house distance away from the next neighbor. The
neighbor to his left is maybe like a house or two down and then and
it's just straight land and then the same thing with the right side, and
then there's only one house across the street that's visible. And usually there was
this one night where I couldn't get the key to come home and go inside
and do what I needed to do while I waited for him. And so
it was around like eleven PM, like eleven thirty ish, and he gets
home at around like twelve eighteen, and I was waiting and it was dark.
It was super dark because where he lives, there's no streets lights,
there's no light posts, like, you don't see anything. It's pitch black
and the only way you can see something is when you're driving, so the
headlights can dim brighten up where you're driving. And so I get to his
home, I wrote reverse park into his driveway and I sit down and I
relax, and I'm sitting in the driver's seat and my right leg is fold
it up and then my left leg is just straight out, and I use
my left hand against my door, so I'm like leaning using my arm as
a pillow. And I was just scrolling on TikTok. I was listening to
TikTok so I was scrolling through and I remember the time. I was like
eleven eleven thirty and I was like, I can't wait till he gets out
and for him to come home. And a couple of minutes go by,
and you know, I'm distracted by TikTok and I hear knock knock, and
he was quick. It was a quick knock knock, knock knock. And
I didn't look up, but I smiled. I was getting butterflies because I
thought it was him. And usually I can hear him when he's driving home.
You can hear his car because it's a jeep, so you can hear
it. But I when I heard those knocks, I looked at the time
really quickly on my car, on my car dashboard, and it said like
eleven thirty eight. And within that span of seconds of between the knocks and
me looking at the time and me putting together that he's not home, I
like my heart right now, I panicked. I looked up and looked to
my left and I saw nothing. I thought, I swear to god,
I thought it was him. I thought he was joking around with me and
I saw nothing, and immediately just call him. I first, I texted
him. I'm like, are you home, are you coming home? Are
you home? Don't mess with me? And then he didn't respond, so
I called him. And his line of work he does law enforcement, so
he can't sometimes pick up. So when I called him, I was in
a panic. I was like, please check your cameras because he has a
ring camera. I was like, please check your cameras. There's someone knocked
on my window and I was freaking out and he was like, no,
there's nothing, like he was checking and I was like, please make sure
there's nothing outside in my car, Like I swear to God, there was
somebody knocking on my car window. And you can feel it when that whoever
was knocked. I felt it. I felt the vibrations because I'm leaning on
the car door, relaxing, and I felt it. And I told him
and I panicked and he worries too, and he was like, no,
I don't see anything on the camera. And I'm like, I swear to
you. And then he was like I'm coming home now. I'm leaving now,
so I'll be home shortly. And I was like okay, okay,
fine, and he hung up and I just I was like, I can't
do this, but I did it anyways, like oh blah blah, I
am. I get out of my car and I just run out and his
house, his yard is dark, like you can't see anything. There's no
light posts other than this like little tiny it's like a little man holding a
light post, but it's so dim. But that's the only thing you could
see. And I didn't see anything. I couldn't see anyone. And usually
he has rabbits, wildlife, and I didn't see any of it. I
didn't even hear anything. I couldn't make sense what it was, but I
knew it was knocking. And so that was one of many nights I would
start going crazy in this house. This time I was inside the home and
I managed to get the key. And he has a dog. It's a
white people and his name is Tyson, and I call him Chicken Nugget.
So he's home usually and when I home here. So the way this house
is the way the layout is. There's two front doors, but we use
one main left door. We never used the front door. It's still on
the same side of the wall of the house, but we just never use
it because the driveway and the garage that's attached to that second door. It's
the only way to get in and it's easier, So you go in through
that second front door, and it's a big sunroom. It's completely empty.
He hasn't furnished it ever since I moved in, like it's been furnished,
but before it was no furnished. There was no furnishre nothing. It was
just a complete sunroom, empty room. And then you take a right and
it's a kitchen and a living room together. It's like having a studio apartment.
So you have the kitchen and it has an island, and then you
have the view of the whole living room. So when you're cooking on the
eye land, your back is towards the stove, so you're facing the living
room the view of the living room. And then to the left there's a
hallway and at the end of the hallway there's two bedrooms, and before the
two bedrooms there's a bathroom. So it's like a one floor house with a
basement. But it's pretty nice. And this one time I got in,
I was cooking and I was listening to a podcast. It was like a
it was a true crime podcast, and I was cooking and I remember I
was cooking like a carriage with a knife. So I was cooking with a
knife, and I'm not tall enough, but I'm tall enough to see a
certain amount of stuff. And the sunroom all the lights are turned off.
He's you know, my boyfriend's very conservative with light, so everything was turned
off except for the lights on top of the island. So I'm cutting and
I see what I thought was tice and the white dog. He's white,
he's a pipple. And I see him walk into the sunroom and I stop
and I'm like, chicken nugget, where are you going? And I grab
my knife and I follow him into the sunroom and there was nothing. There
was no dog, there was nothing, And I clear as day I saw
him. I saw his butt go into the sunroom. And then when I
said chickennugget, he walks up from behind me and you can hear it tech
because of his nails. And I turned around and I'm like, oh gosh.
I'm like with a knife in my hand, I'm like, but you
were you were in the sunroom. Like I was talking to him as if
he was a human. I was like, but you were just in the
sunroom. I saw you go into the Sunroom, and he just stands next
to me in the entrance entryway of the sunroom and he's looking at me dumbfounded
with what are you talking about? And I was just shaking. I was
like, oh my god, not again. And then all of a sudden,
knock, my knock. Those three knocks on the door of the second
doorway that we go in. It was a quick three knocks. And then
next to that door there's windows, and there were knocks on that window.
And then me and Tyson are staring at this door window, and then next
thing happens is the living room windows knock, knock, and he's looking too.
It's not me, it's both of us. We're staring at where these
knocks are coming from. And then the next thing that happens is knock,
my knock, but down the hallway in my you know, boyfriend's room,
and I freak out and I'm like, oh my god, I gotta turn
this podcast off. I gotta stop cooking. Like I just freak out.
And I immediately told my boyfriend what happened, and he just would always be
like, yeah, I hear stuff, but I don't pay mine to it.
And I'm like, okay, cool, nice to know, but that's
what happened. And I don't remember if anything else happened that night, but
that happened, and I freaked out because it was knocking from the front of
the door all the way to the end of the house, and it wasn't
stopping. It was immediate. It was like three knocks after three knocks.
It wasn't a pause, and it was as if someone ran from the front
of the door with its fist ready and just running across the house knocking,
and that's what it sounded like. And I freaked out. But I was
like, I can't do this. Yeah, it's cool whatever having goes in
your house, but when you actually have him and you don't know what it
is and you're just questioning life and after life, I gets stressful. But
stuff keeps happening in this house, and it gets scarier because I as a
kid, I used to see ghosts. Then after I stopped, and then
when I met my boyfriend, now I started seeing them again, hearing them,
And then it gets stressful because there'll be nights where I'm coming upstairs from
the basement and all here right behind me, and the hairs on my neck
would stand up because I remember one time we were fighting or we were arguing
about something and I had to go switch the laundry to the dryer, and
I'm like, okay, So I turn off the lights as and go upstairs,
and I hear and then I hear it again, and I refuse to
turn around because I already turned off the lights of the basement, and I'm
like, on hell, no that I said that as soon as I was
walking up the stairs, because the noise kept growing, it kept going behind
me, and it sounded very human like. But I refuse to turn around
because I did not want to know, because it's a basement. But I've
never heard that before. I've been in this basement thousands of times. I've
washed clothes. I actually set up like a mini chim so I've never heard
before. But that night we had that argument, I heard that. And
it's always when we have like an argument, that's when I hear or see
stuff because or when it's like early in the morning, or when me and
him aren't speaking. But it's just every time something happens between me and him,
I would see something or I would hear something, or if I'm not
paying attention, something would happen in this house, and he experienced one thing
with me that actually made me cry because I wake up super early. I
wake up like six am to go to work at seven thirty. And I
had time one morning, and this happened recently. This happened a month ago
in the morning time. It was like six thirty five, and I was
in I was sitting on the island in the kitchen eating cereal, and the
living room has these huge windows, and I heard like a man whistling,
and it was very long, but it was right next to the window,
and it stopped and I'm looking and then it starts whistling again. And it
sounded so it sounded as if this man was just standing outside of the window
whistling. It was as if a guy was taking a stroll through the streets
whistling, walking, whistling, singing a tune. But it sounded like a
man and it was whistling. And I immediately I was like, baby,
someone's whistling and he's asleep, like he needs to sleep and comes on them
and he doesn't sleep till three. He needs to sleep. So I run
to the room and I closed the door, and I start crying. I'm
like, baby, there was a guy outside of the window whistling. I
swear he was whistling. And he gets up and he goes and checks,
like babe, law enforcement. So he checks vigorously. He's checking every room,
he's checking the basement, and I'm like, it's coming from there.
It is coming from there. And I pointed to the living room. I'm
like, it's coming from there. And he was like, you sure.
It wasn't a bird, And like minutes later you hear birds, but that
what that bird, the birds that were chirping was not a man whistling.
It was very distinct like a man whistling. And I was like, yeah,
I'm very sure. I'm very sure. And I was crying. And
then eventually like I had to go to work, but I was just so
scared that day. I was freaked out and I was like, I can't
do it, but I have to because I live here now. Up next
Stephanie's experience with the whistling continues. My grandma died last week on Wednesday morning,
so she I remember, I was singing a song that we used to
sing. It's like a church song. It's like a la laia la lai
and then it goes on and I sung it Monday, and then she died
the Wednesday morning. And she lives in Guatemala, so like I don't see
her. I see her like once or twice a year. What she whenever
she used to stay at our house, she would always she's tall, she's
five eleven and I'm four eleven. And so she wears this pajamas. It's
a collared, white, button down white beige pajama set with the matching pants,
and it's loose and it fits her perfectly like and she wears it all
the time, every time she sleeps. And uh, lately, down the
hallway of my house where the bedrooms meet, she was she's standing there,
but then when I look, she's not there. But it's not like me
seeing her from my peripheral. It's like me looking towards that direction. But
when I actually look, she's gone. And then there was this one night,
it was like the night after she died. I think it was like
Thursday or Friday night last week. We were and me and my boyfriend were
watching you know TV. And you can hear whistling. My grandma loves to
whistle when she's cooking or cleaning so you can hear whistling. And he's I'm
like, yeah, I heard that, So he needs stuff pause whatever he's
watching in order to listen to what's happening. And it happened again, but
he heard it and I couldn't and yeah, I can't hear it now,
and then he played the show again, but the whistling just quickly stopped,
but it wasn't long. And I was like, it sounded like my grandma.
He was like, no, it sounded like a man. I was
like, nope, it's my grandma. But that happened, and usually that
never really happens. But since my grandma died, like, I've been seeing
her around the house. I would see her in the kitchen or in the
sun room where it's really dark, and she will just be standing there,
but I can't really fully see her because by the time I actually look,
she's gone. But there was this one time before I moved in that the
same hallway, something happened where I came over. This was before I moved
in his house. It was like during the summertime of last year twenty twenty
one, where I was in the sunroom, I was doing something I don't
know what I was doing. I was doing something. But his bedroom is
right across guest bedroom, and he likes to play games with me. He's
very silly, so he and from my peripheral, I saw him jump from
his bedroom to the guest bedroom. And then I guess he's like paying attention
to see when I look away, and so I guess I looked down,
and then he jumped from the guest bedroom back to his room, and then
he did it again. He went back. I think he was in his
room now. So I'm like, this boy keeps playing games with me,
and so I'm like, let me stand here and stare. So I'm in
the sunroom and I'm staring down. So when I'm like he's playing with me,
I look up and I'm like, and I see him go into the
guest bedroom. So I run down the hall, run across the house,
run down to the hall, and I jump in. I'm like jumping into
the guest bedroom. I was like, I got you. He can't play
with me. And he comes up from behind me and I'm like, and
he's he wasn't wearing a shirt at the time, and I'm like what.
And then he's like what and I was like, I saw you go into
this guest bedroom and you were wearing a green Army T shirt. He's no,
and I'm seeing him. He doesn't have a shirt on. He was
like, I don't even own a green Army T shirt. I'm like,
no, but I saw you, and what I saw was him what I
thought it was him go into the guest bedroom. I saw the back part
of guess a man's body and then the whole shoulder, and this person was
wearing an Army green shirt and it walked right into the guest bedroom. And
I saw it Claire's day because when he was playing with me, I'm like,
let me look this time, let me actually look, and I see
him go in there. But then when I went up to him to get
him, he was behind me. I just kept like mentioning. I'm like,
no, I saw you. I saw you go in there. He's
like, no, it wasn't me. I was like, babey, I
saw you. He was like no, it wasn't, like I have no
shirt on. He didn't have a shirt on, and he confirmed it,
and I'm like, oh freak, I'm going crazy and he would laugh.
But to me, it's not funny because it's like every other day I'm seeing
something. And then he actually started believing me to the point where it'll be
like, do you feel something, because sometimes I'll feel or see or hear
something, and some nights I'll be like, no, I don't feel anything,
I don't see anything, I don't hear anything. And then there are
other nights where I'm like scared because I feel something in my heart. Two
nights ago where I wanted to sleep early. I had work the next day,
and he was in the living room and I come into the bedroom and
I feel like a heaviness, like is super super heavy in the room,
like it's really hard to breathe. And then you can when you feel like
someone's watching you or you feel like someone's there. I felt something like I
felt something like heaviness, and I'm like, I know I can't. I
have to go grab him. So I tell him, baby, can you
come with me? I'm afraid that I don't want to sleep alone. And
he's like, yes, I'll be there, and I'm like okay. Then
I'm waiting here in the living room until we go because I refuse. But
eventually we went to sleep and nothing happened, but I'm scared. This house
is scary. Thankfully his parents are here, but his mom confessed to him
the other day that, like she started, she was like, I'm hearing
things. And she never used to say that. She refuses they're very religious
to Catholics, and she say, I am hearing things. And my boyfriend
told me that, and I'm like, look, I'm not crazy. Like
now I finally have someone who can hear, who understands what I'm going through.
Because to my boyfriend, he might take it seriously, but he finds
everything a joke, so it's he he ha ha when it happens. And
then like eventually he'll be like, oh, she's hearing things too, he'll
take it seriously, So with him, you never know. But it feels
good to know that someone else can hear things, but it's hard to know
that no one can see them like me and see people, because I'm seeing
different people. I'm seeing my grandma, I'm seeing the guy in the army.
There was this one night I don't remember when I was the glass here
where I was walking to the kitchen from the bedroom and there was a man
with He was wearing a black and white suit with a black tie, but
he was like standing straight. He was standing straight, and his face was
not like yours. It wasn't like mine. It was not pixelated, but
it wasn't a face either, but you can tell it was like it's like
those old documentary pictures where it's a blurry picture, but you can tell there's
a mustache, and you could tell there's lips and eyebrows. That's what his
face looked like. And then he's wearing a short like Abraham Lincoln hat,
like those black short hats, and he's just there. But this time I
don't see it from the corner of my eye. I don't see it.
When I'm moving my head, I'm seeing him and I blink and he's gone,
and I'm like, oh Jesus, like again, and it's getting tiring.
But it's I can't help it. I can't help telling. It can't
be like, oh, today's the day, I won't see anything. But
I could be like in Spanish, because I feel like if you say everything
in Spanish it's more stricter. I'll be like, today's not the day to
mess with me, as wustando, I don't try scaring me, don't try
anything any Mirda I don't want to hear anything, okay, and the whole
day will be quiet, like I won't hear anything, I won't sense or
feel or see anything. So I had to do that when I want a
good day. But if I forget, I see, I hear, I
feel things. And it's so scary. But so far, that's what I've
got from what I can remember what's happening. But it's a constant thing,
it's current. So I'm just I have to write a journal of what happens
on a daily basis. I don't know if it's a house, but my
neighbor I just became friends with her and I was telling her. I was
joking around and I was like, oh, my house is haunted. And
I forgot the name of the owners, but she said, I'm going to
make up a name. She was like, Bill and Mary wouldn't do that
to you. And I'm like what, And I didn't want to keep questioning
are they dead? I didn't want to say anything, but she was like,
they wouldn't do that to you. They're not that type of people.
Because I was explaining everything I explained to you, and then she said that,
and she's an older lady, so you have to be careful what you
say to them because they can get offended. So I didn't ask anything more.
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