Speaker 1: I live in a small neighborhood home in the suburbs
of a large city. I had a roommate that lived
there with me for almost three years before he eventually
moved out to his own place, and at that point
I was able to afford rent myself, so I didn't
bother finding a new roommate. However, during the weeks following
his absence, I began to experience things that I could
not explain. I have never believed in anything paranormal, but
now I'm not so sure. I had to work late
one night and didn't get home until eight. I did
my usual and made dinner, then sat down to watch
some TV. But as I sat on the couch, scrolling
through movies to watch, I heard the wooden floorboards creaking upstairs.
This wasn't entirely uncommon, due to the house being old,
but it would happen often, and when it did, it
always seemed like they creaked in a distinct pattern, as
if someone was walking. It was definitely a bit creepy,
but I learned to ignore it after a while. However,
on this night, they continued for almost thirty minutes. I
muted the TV and listened as the noises would travel
slowly across the entire upstairs, moving room to room. This
definitely freaked me out more than usual, and I thought
that there might actually be someone upstairs. I stood up
and shouted, hoping to scare them out, or to at
least know that it was just the old house so
I could continue with my night. But as soon as
I shouted, the creaking stopped. I waited, listening for anything else,
but after a few minutes of silence, I decided to
check upstairs myself. I went to the kitchen and grabbed
a knife just in case, and then I made my
way up. I went room to room, checking every inch
of the place, but found nothing. Everything was where it
had been and there were no signs of anyone being here.
I figured it had to be just a really big
coincidence that the noise stopped as soon as I shouted,
and I made my way back to the couch to
try and forget about it. I ended up going to
bed around twelve after watching a short movie. I lay
there in bed for a while. I was really tired,
but for some reason I just couldn't fall asleep. After
a little bit, I got up to use the bathroom,
the way my house is set up. My bedroom is
on the right side of the hallway upstairs, and the
bathroom is right across from it on the left side.
So I opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
But just as I did that, I heard whispering voices
coming from down the hallway and in the spare bedroom
where my roommate used to stay. I stood there for
a few seconds, listening and trying to collect myself. Then
I slowly and quietly moved closer to the spare bedroom,
and as I got up right next to the door,
I leaned with my ear against it. It sounded like
multiple voices whispering to each other, but it was indistinct
or in another language. As I stood there listening, the
voices began getting louder and closer to the other side
of the door, until it seemed as though they were
just inches away. Again, I never believed in anything paranormal before,
and even then I refused to believe it. I'm a
bigger guy and I don't get scared easily. So I
angrily pushed the door open, ready to fight whoever was there.
But with the door wide open, my whole world stood still.
As I saw nothing but an empty room. In that moment,
I was more terrified than I'd ever been in my
entire life. The horror I felt surged through my body
was unbearable. I turned around and ran out of the
house and straight to my parked car. I sat in there,
staring at the house as I called my roommate. It
was so late, I wasn't sure if he'd pick up,
but thankfully he did. My voice was shaking as I
told him what just happened. Even he could tell something
was seriously wrong because he'd never seen or heard me
scared like that. Honestly, he didn't sound too surprised, though,
as he mentioned multiple times that he's heard things in
that house before. What happened that night was an experience
that I'll never forget, and it has since changed my
beliefs on the paranormal. Honestly, I don't even know what
to believe anymore. It's been over a month since that happened,
and I've started sleeping on the couch downstairs every night
instead of my bedroom. But still every once in a
while I wake up hearing something upstairs moving slowly, creaked,
sicking the wooden floors above me. I've had a lot
of inexplicable experiences in my life, some that even today
I can't wrap my head around. My first thought isn't
necessarily that it's the paranormal, as I'm not sure if
I believe in that kind of thing. I have an
open mind, but I don't buy into things that easily.
Most things that happen I blame on my mind playing
tricks on me, or sleep deprivation, or simply the fact
that it could be a mental illness that has gone undiagnosed.
There is one moment, though, or I suppose a few
moments that have been on my mind for some time now.
One happened while I was in the shower, and as
water poured over my head, I heard my brother yell
my name, Bree, Bree. The second one was louder than
the first, as if something was wrong, I could have sworn.
I heard my dog barking as well. Annoyed but concerned,
I got out and cracked the door open, then called
back to them, but after waiting a few seconds, there
was no response. I quickly dried myself off and put
on my robe, then headed downstairs, asking what they needed. Again. However,
I still got no response. My dog was on her bed,
fast asleep, and my brother was nowhere to be found.
I looked out the window and their car wasn't even there.
This wasn't the first time my mind has decided to
play these annoying games, so I didn't really think much
of it. Honestly, I've had auditory hallucinations before, none to
that degree. But maybe they're getting worse and I need
to sleep more. That's my way of trying to reason
with myself, and it worked the next time time that
I heard my brother yell my name and they weren't there.
But then it happened a third time, and then a fourth,
my brother calling for me loudly and distinctly. That's when
I started to get worried. I thought I was genuinely
going crazy. I decided to bring it up to my
brother while playing Borderlands one night. We talked about our
mental health a lot because our parents don't believe in therapy,
so we kind of became each other's safe haven. I
explained everything that's happened over the past month, and instead
of giving advice or sympathizing like he usually does, he
just gets really quiet for a second until he says
he's been experiencing the same thing, except it's been our
mom yelling his name, but she's never been home when
he goes to check. He says it's happened around five
or six times, maybe a month or two ago. But
he also thought his mind was playing tricks. It seemed.
After that talk, things began to stop. I didn't hear
anything for almost three weeks, but then something happened that
I'll never forget and will probably never have an explanation for.
I was sitting in my bed in my room, scrolling
through Instagram when my mom starts aggressively calling my name
from downstairs. I've never heard her voice before. It was
always my brother's, so I didn't even think anything weird
of it. I was about to get up and see
what she wanted, when suddenly my mom burst through the door,
asking me what I wanted. I didn't know what to say,
but I could tell that she was annoyed by the
look she gave me. She asks me again what I wanted,
and I just kind of shook my head trying to
understand what was going on. Then she angrily sighed and
said not to yell her name while she's making dinner
and walked out, leaving the door open. Still in shock,
I got up to close the door, but as I
walked across the room, my heart stopped when I came
to the realization. I immediately sprinted over to the window
and looked at the driveway. My mom was at work.
I slammed my door shut and sat on my bed
crying as I called my brother. I was absolutely terrified
and wanted to get out of the house, but couldn't
even get myself to go downstairs alone. My brother didn't
pick up as he was at work, so I was
left stuck there. I ended up locking myself in my
small bathroom while I waited for either my brother or
my mom to get home from work, though I knew
it would be ours. Thankfully, nothing else happened until my
mom got back, and this time I was very hesitant
when she called for me, but it ended up being okay.
I told my brother that night, and he said he'd
never had anything like that happened to him. To this day,
I still have no answers as to what I was
hearing and seeing. Honestly, I'm writing this and sharing it
and hopes to be able to forget about it and
move on. I don't want to know anymore because I
don't think I can handle the truth if it really
was the paranormal. This happened several years ago. Back in
February of two thousand and one. My friend, who I
will call Jake for privacy reasons, invited me on a
long weekend trip to a remote cabin that his uncle
owned in northern Saskatchewan, and I agreed to join him.
So we drove the long six hours from my house
to get there. Let me give you a brief layout
of the grounds before we continue. It was a small,
single story ranch style cabin with a kitchen, one bedroom,
one bathroom, and a living room. There was no electricity
or running water, and it was surrounded by forest on
all sides. The only way or out was down a long,
unpaved driveway. We arrived at the cabin around dusk. The
next day. Jake and I walked around the forest to
search for some firewood, and about an hour into the walk,
Jake spot in an abandoned house out in the distance.
It was nestled among a group of trees, and this
was rather strange, as we were in the middle of
northern Saskatchewan. And civilization was miles away. Jake wanted to
check out the house out of curiosity, and although I
was hesitant to go inside, I reluctantly joined him. We
entered through a boarded up window. Once inside, we were
greeted with a musty smell. As we were roaming around,
I noticed a door that headed into the basement. Curiosity
got the better of me, and against my better judgment,
I opened the door and slowly made my way down
the steps. Once I reached the bottom, I froze. There
were dimly candles in a circular pattern, as if someone
was performing some kind of satanic ritual. I pointed our
flashlight across the basement to see if someone was hiding,
but no one was there. After doing some exploring, I
discovered there was an empty alcove behind the stairs. As
I made my way back to the steps, I saw
something out of the corner of my eye under the stairs,
which had been cleared just moments before. There was a
black figure staring directly at me. It looked to be
at least eight feet tall, and once I saw its eyes,
I knew I was in the presence of something inhuman.
A pair of glowing red eyes stared back at me,
full of hatred and malice. I then heard a low,
repulsive growling, and without hesitation, I bolted up the stairs.
Jake was still exploring the empty dining room and heard
me coming up the stairs. We needed to get the
fuck out of here. We left through the same way
we entered. Our story, however, does not end there. When
we finally returned to the cabin, I told Jake everything
about what I saw, and to my surprise, he believed me.
I didn't see anything myself, but the moment we entered
that place, I felt that something evil lived there. We
decided to put the whole thing behind us and get
some rest. I suddenly woke up and checked the time
on my watch and it said two seventeen am. Things
were dark and quiet, but I felt that something was
a miss. After a while, I heard subtle footsteps outside
the bedroom door. This was also when Jake woke up
as well. What's going on? I told him to be
quiet and listen. The footsteps became louder, and I got
up from my bed and made my way over to
the bedroom door. I then cracked it to see what
was outside. Chills were sent through my body as there
was an intruder in the cabin in the far corner
of the living room, but it was not human. It
was that same creature that I'd seen in the basement
of that abandoned house. The moonlight did not provide adequate illumination,
but I saw the disturbing form twist its head until
its red eyes were looking back at the bedroom door,
or should I say me, I slammed the door shut,
locking it. In a panic, we both fled the cabin
through the bedroom window, leaving all of our belongings behind.
As we ran towards Jake's truck, we both heard a loud,
ear piercing scream. Jake frantically started the truck and floored
it out of there. We remained silent the whole way home,
not saying a word about what we saw. It's been
nearly twenty years since this event, and Jake and I
are still friends to this day, but we never returned
to his uncle's cabin since. I don't know if what
we saw that night was some kind of paranormal entity
or an unknown creature living in the woods, but I
don't plan nor care to find out.