Speaker 1: For years he thought that he was unlucky enough to
live in haunted houses. But after the voice they started
mimicking dead family members, he realized whatever this may have
been was following him the entire time. My name is
Edwin and here is Zach's true scary story.
Speaker 2: Is Back in grade school, I want to say it
was third grade. We were in and out of houses.
My mom rented a lot of places at the time.
This was in New Albany, Indiana. We got evicted from
a house because the person was no longer interested in
renting and they wanted to sell it, so we moved
into a house down the road. I remember as a
kid when we first moved in, I slept in that
room once and never wanted to again. My mom tried everything.
She even got me a fish tank up there so
I would have to go up there into that room.
I slept on the couch nine times out of ten. Again.
I can't remember what happened in that room, but I
never wanted to go up there again. And in this house,
weird things would happen. There would be like my mom's jewelry.
She kept it in a lock box. If she wanted
to wear something out it would be in that lock box,
and she'd know what it was where it was. Every
now and again she would open it, go to get
something out, and go, hey, where's this necklace. And there
was one time where she had gone into the room
to get said necklace, and I was in the room
adjacent to hers, and I saw the necklace float down
the hallway. I didn't see it place itself on the
coffee table in the living room, but that's where we
found it. And this is what would happen with a
lot of her jewelry. If she was planning on wearing it,
it would find itself on the living room coffee table.
She was freaked out by it. I never sensed anything malicious.
She didn't either. She use just I don't want to
be in the Poltergeist movie. It's basically her takeaway. The
night that we officially moved in there, she had just
finished dinner. We sat down at the table. There was
a closet under the stairs, and the door just you
heard the handle turn. It opened on its own, handle
released and it slowly swung all the way open. My
mom froze and she pointed to me, because I was
the closest to the door, and she said, go shut
the door and tell it never to do that again.
I think I was twelve. Maybe I did what she said,
and that door never did open again. My stepfather came
back into the picture, not a very nice guy, not
to me anyway. I remember the first night he came back.
I was watching a movie on the living room TV.
He said, hey, stop the movie, turn off the TV,
come and eat. I did that, sat down at the table.
The second I sat down, full volume. You hear the
movie music and all coming on. He goes I thought,
I told you to turn that off, and I'm like,
I did. He goes in there, he turns off the TV,
turns off the DVD player, comes in, sets down the
TV blast white noise, like really loud static, to a
point where we can't even hear each other, and it
was like an old CRTTV. He froze when he sat down.
This happened because not only did he turn off the TV,
but I remember him. I remember asking him, I thought,
you turned it off, and he said I did. I
unplugged it and I looked and it was indeed unplugged,
but it was on right When everybody got in the
room and saw it. It turned off that house wound
up burning down while everybody was away. My stepdad a
couple months ago he passed away, and apparently he said
that he had done that, but he admitted to a
lot of stuff he didn't do too, So I don't
know for sure, but I don't think he did that,
or if he did, it's because he was scared of
the place. But I've noticed from that point on, I've
had something. It always feels like somebody's watching me when
I'm alone. After that house burned down, moved into a
house in Cordon, Indiana, and we were in a we're
in a trailer for a bit, and not too much
weird happened, nothing that couldn't be explained. But I've always
from at least from that house that burned down on,
I noticed that I was extreme, like even more sensitive
than I already was to paranormal stuff. That's what I
think is happening, is something attached itself to me from
that house because I was the first one that had
actually gotten home because school let out. I remember there's
like a cooling vent on the one of those spinning
cooling vents on the top of the house, and I
remember seeing a little black smoke coming out. But I
thought my mom was burning dinner or something. She put
something in forgot so I opened the door and it's
just an inferno. It's weird because I tell you, if
you do that, flames can shoot out and burn you
or kill you. The flame sucked into the house. There
was a I remember seeing the outline of somebody there.
I immediately shut the door, told my neighbor call the
fire department, and she did. It was after that we
moved to Gordon. The house that we moved into after
we had been in the trailer for a year or two,
it apparently had some history as well, from what we
gathered from asking neighborsho had been there a while, and
from researching the property at the library and wherever else
we could get documents, because after that one house in
New Albany, my mom wanted to know the history of
places before we got fully settled. Apparently, from what she
told me, she found the house's previous One of the
previous owners lost their daughter who was a teenager preteen,
and this was like nineteen tens time that time era.
The couple had gotten into seances to try and talk
to her and may or may not have been successful.
They contacted something. I know because that place you'd hear
people talking to you, addressing you if you were there alone,
and most of the time it was one voice you heard.
Sometimes you'd hear two, but you'd hear people moving around
upstairs when no one was there. We had dogs and cats,
but they It wasn't like a cat run across the
floor or a dog. It was specifically humans steps. The
cadence was that of a full grown adult or it
sounded bipedal, something larger than a dogger cat. And the
cats and dogs would sit at the bottom of the stairs,
look up at the top, and growl and bark all
the time. The cats would hiss me out at it. Occasionally,
when running up or down the stairs, they would suddenly
jump and go a lot faster or turn around. My
bedroom was at the bottom of the stairs, immediately to
the right. There was a door that led into my room.
There's two really specific incidences. One happened in that room.
My stepfather, I mentioned he's not the nicest guy. On
a weekly basis, I could expect to be beat at
least once, and he never did it in front of
my mom. Just he would do it when he had
the kids there alone. And when he did this one time,
it was right before my mom got home. I was
at this point, almost to the point where I was
moving out. I had it, I was done, but I
wasn't old enough. I got to where I would bravely
and more likely stupidly, I would yell back at him,
and we'd have shouting matches because I was just I
was tired of it. I want out of that situation.
One of our shouting matches, my mom comes down the stairs, shoe,
what's going on? Why are you all fighting? He tells
her that that I'm going crazy and that I'm saying nonsense.
I turn. I forget what I said to him, but
I was like, it was something along the lines of
you need to shut up and leave me the hell alone.
Right when I said that, I was putting away glasses
because I had just done the dishes and I had
a glass in my hand. I wasn't squeezing it hard
or anything, because I had one my other hand too,
but the one in my left hand exploded when I
turned and said that to him. He was highly religious.
He thought from that moment on that I was possessed
and he was actually scared of me, but that didn't
stop him from continuing his treatment of me. There was
a night after that where he and my mom were fighting.
It never got too physical, but he'd lay hands on her.
She had come downstairs and either come in my room
to get away from because it was one of the
few rooms that had a locke, or the bathroom. I remember,
after it was all said and done, I'm laying in bed,
trying to get to sleep because I have school the
next day. It was after my mom went upstairs, as
after my stepdad went upstairs, and I remember it was
really weird because he actually came in and apologized to me.
That was just something he never did. But I remember
hearing after they had went to bed, just hearing a
girl's whisper, just good night. I wasn't half asleep, but
I was starting to nod off when I heard it,
and I immediately, without thinking, I said it back. And
then I jumped awake, like that wasn't a dream, like
it made it. I was going to sleep and it
woke me up. But I had talked to my mom.
She said she had heard stuff like that too, and
especially after I left, they were still living there. They
said that there was a lot of weird things that
happened after I left, to the point where they had
sold the house and moved out. They moved across the
river to Kentucky. Things were quiet for a while. Where
my dad lived and where I currently live is an
old military housing unit. It's called the Camp Taylor's the
area basically it used to be this massive military housing
area for World War One and World War Two soldiers.
Some people say it was just World War Two, some
people say it was both. I here mixed things, so
I just say both to cover my bases. But because
it's military housing, like you can imagine the history that's here,
a lot of things go bump in the night. So
in my dad's house when i'd just gotten basically my
life had hit a low point after moving out of
my mom's and being on a high point for a bit,
I just stopped college because I took my teacher's advice
and they said there's no jobs for or partly any
degrees get into a trade. My grandfather passed away a
month before my grandmother had just passed away. I'm not
sure I've been told this is not normal and or
a gift that I've been given. But basically, if somebody
in my family passes away and I know them at all,
I will have a dream with them in it and
we will be like walking down a beach with my grandfather.
It was we were walking down a beach, talking, laughing,
having a good time, and we stop and he turns
to me and goes, it's been really fun and I
love talking to you, but you have to wake up.
Like what you mean? He goes, I'm going I have
to continue. If you follow me, you're not going to
wake up, So you need to wake up right now.
I am woken up by my dad shaking me awake
and he says, hey, Grandpa passed away a couple hours ago.
I was like, oh, okay, I was half asleep. I
couldn't process it, especially after what I had just experienced.
And then with my grandmother, we were just in a
bus station. It was weird because it was just entirely white.
As far as you can see. There's just this little
white bench. I sit down on it next to her,
and she had als. She got it from it activated
when they used anesthesia on her. I learned there is
a gene that can be carried and not notice that
if you're if you are put under with a certain anesthesia,
it'll cause it to set in. We sat, we talked.
She she was very scared of dying. She was terrified
and in denial completely, which I would be too if
I were in her shoes. She was completely healthy up
until she got the als, and then she lived for
a few years. After that, she lost the ability to
talk and she was frustrated constantly. But I remember waking
up in the middle of the night hearing her crying,
and I walked in the room and said, Hey, what's
the matter, And she just said, I don't want to die.
I kind of chuckled a little bit. I was trying
to cheer her up, and I was like, everybody has
to eventually. It was like, I don't want you to go,
but we all have to go eventually. And this is
when she was still alive, when she had passed on again.
I had no knowledge this had happened, but I had
a dream with her in it. We're in that bus station.
I can't remember the conversation. I remember it being happy.
I remember laughing with her, and then it stopped the
same way and she turns to me, and she goes,
I hate to say it, but I have to go,
and you need to wake up soon. If you do not,
if you don't wake up, you're not going to I said,
but wait, hold on, I need to ask one thing,
and I need to remember this. I said, I remember
talking with Grandpa last time. I said, do you I
want to remember something from this, And I said, what happens?
What happens when you go? Where do you go? And
do I have to worry because I am I'm by
and I had a boyfriend at the time, I still do,
and I had heard so much from local churches about
how that's basically guaranteed you're going to help. I remember
asking her, and she smiled and said, as long as
you keep as long as you keep on the path
you're on, and you continue to be the person that
you are, you're going to be fine. You don't have
to worry. And then I wake up and my dad
was He was in tears, which he's a military veteran,
so I knew it was going to be bad. I
knew it was going to be coming next because of
what happened with my grandfather. And he could barely choke
out the words and he said, Grandma's gone. I didn't
expect it to get to me. It's been years. There's
a reason I'm telling this. There's a reason i'm telling
you this aside from that oddity about me. So fast
forward to this point where I have applied for the
current job I'm in. There was just my dad was
upset with me because I dropped out of college. I
didn't meet people's expectations. It was just me eating at
myself in my head. I was miserable. Me and my
stepbrothers who had lived there, always would see something dark
between the bathroom and bedroom doorways when we were sitting there,
and one of my stepbrothers had a temper and he
had actually ripped all the doors off so we couldn't
close the doors. But you would hear somebody haul up
the stairs as fast as somebody could possibly go, and
you just see this black figure dart into a room.
Sometimes the door would slam, sometimes it wouldn't. But I
remember waking up one time and see feeling an imprint
of somebody sitting on my bedside. I thought it was
my dad. So I wake up and I'm like, what's wrong?
And the imprints there and this is a memory for Mattress.
By the way imprints there, no one's there knowing the
history of the place. I figured it was a military veteran.
I figured it was one of their spirits, and it
was lonely and it just wanted to be with somebody.
So I just started talking to it. I forget what
all I said. It was something along the lines of
if I would appreciate it, if you don't scare me,
but if you need somebody to if you need somebody
to talk to, I am here. I just let me
know you're here, and I'll start talking to you. And
by no means did I mean follow me around or anything.
After I said that, the imprint lifted. I heard boots
with like steeled you know how they have the little
World War One boots. They had the flat sole of
the boot and they would have little metal studs. They
weren't pointed, but they were rounded. And I heard that
specific sound walking across the hardwood floor of my bedroom.
And when he got to the doorway, it stopped. So
there was activity before when I'm about to tell you,
but it that was the That was one, a one
off deal that never happened again. I would hear footsteps
and stuff and that darting figure like I'd said, but
that was the only time that had happened. So back
to the one event and why I explained my grandparents' situation.
I'm laying in bed. One of my stepbrothers still lives
in the house with me. I didn't know that he
wasn't home, so I go to sleep. I have a
computer on a rolling desk with a TV on it,
sitting next to my bed, and I fell asleep watching
YouTube videos. I remember waking up and hearing a conversation
and it was very I don't know you could hear.
It sounded like it was downstairs and like I should
be able to understand what's being said, but I couldn't.
And it was like people taking turns talking. And I
listened closer, and I realized they are voices of all
my family members. Why is everybody down there, including my stepfather.
I heard my mom's voice, my dad's voice. I'm listening
and I can finally make out they're asking for me
to come downstairs. Hey, come down here, Hey, we need you,
We need to see you real fast. Can you come down?
I remember I said, what are you all doing here?
I can't come downstairs. I have to sleep. I have
work in the morning. I suddenly I could not move.
I would call it sleep paralysis, but I specifically remember
being able to move and talk before I had woken
up fully and had turned to the doorway and spoke
out of it. And then suddenly after I said that
I was it was like I was locked to the bed.
I could move with a lot of effort, but it
took a lot of effort. I remember hearing just like
a stampede, like a whole army's coming up the steps
where my bed is situated. There's a there, so there
is no door, but in the there's a doorway and
three foot of a hallway into the room. It's like
a recess door into the room. And to the right
of it there's a closet that has no doors. It's
open and in between, so my bed sits across from that.
The head of my bed faces the closet, and where
the head of my bed meets the corner, there's like
a two inch gap where I can see out of it.
And I remember seeing this. It's almost like a long
centipede if you think of the rake. It was spindily
like that, but it was long and repeated arms and legs,
A lot of arms and a lot of legs. Freaked
me out. I like bugs and stuff. Centipedes don't freak
me out. This freaked me out. And I remember trying
to turn away from it because everything in my minds,
do not look at it. Do not look at this.
Whatever this is, it is not good. Do not look
at it. I turned to my TV against the I
hear it wrapping around my bed. This roll up desk
pushes against my bed, and I see a hand come
over the screen and another one come over to the
other side, and I can see the outline of the
head and I close my eyes and I can't move
my head anymore. So I just closed my eyes, and
I remember it grabbing my arm, which is another thing
I'm told sleep paralysis, even if it's a sleep preusis demon.
They never touch you, they never grab you. That's what
I've always been told. They cannot physically interact with you.
But what got me is it started cycling through my
family's voices. It started with my dad, and it said, hey,
look at me, and it would just say that, and
it would just it cycled through their voices one by one.
I remember hearing my grandma and grandpa's voice, and that's
what tipped me off. Something was wrong downstairs. Is I
heard their voice. I'm like, they're dead. What are they
doing here? And that's why I asked, what are you
doing here? But I remember hearing their voices, and it
hit me this is not This is a demon or something.
I don't know. It was very intent on me looking
at in the face. It wanted me to look at
its face. I was struggling to keep my eyes closed.
I was forcing my eyes to stay closed. I couldn't
put my hands over them. My eyes wanting to open,
but I was doing everything I could to keep them
from opening. Eventually, it stopped cycling through the voices. Right
after it screamed at me, and it screamed, look at
my face, really loud in my stepfather's voice. Then it started.
It sounded like everybody was yelling at once for me
to look at it. Then it stopped. It turned. It
sounded like my grandmother again, and it said, don't you
want don't you want to be with me? We can
be with each other again. You just have to look
at you just have to look at my face. You
just have to look at me, I said you. I
looked at it, and I remember saying, I am protected
by God or whatever entity actually is in charge of things.
You in the name of Jesus, you need to go
back to Hell or whatever dark corner of the world
you came from. I am protected by the Good Lord,
whoever it is, whatever he is called. It grabbed my
head with its other hand, and these hands were it
was like skeleton. They weren't skeleton hands, but they were
long fingers, like a foot long. And I remember that
image of them coming down with the screen. It's like
it was trying to scare me. And to this day,
I think whatever it was after my soul, but it
was purposefully scaring me beforehand. I was terrified when I
said what I said. Right after it grabs my head.
Suddenly I'm awake, sitting up in bed. And it's not
like I woke up from sleeping. It was I'm sitting
in bed awake. The next day, it was like there's
missing time there. I don't know what happened. I don't
know if I fell back asleep. All I know is
I was sitting up in bed when I came to.
When I initially felt like I couldn't move. I tried
to yell for my stepbrother because again I thought he
was in the next room. All I could do is
like rasp out his name, no matter how my vocal
cords were constricting, Like I was trying to yell, but
it was just a whisper. It was all I could muster.
It's weird that in the moment where I was talking
to the thing itself, I could speak, looking back on
it and being like that was really weird. Why could
I talk to it and not yell for help. I
have told many people this story and ask them what
entity this could possibly be. I don't know if it
is necessarily what you would call a demon. I don't
know if it is, I don't know, but I know
what I saw. It's very vivid and it still gives
me the creeps, and I know something follows me.
Speaker 1: Zach, thank you so much for sharing your experiences with
the rest of us. Here at the True Scary Story community.
That scene with the bug, the centipede looking thing, my goodness, like,
I think that was the cree. I think I told
you this during the call as well. This is probably
the creepiest image I have seen, because when we hear
about shadow figures about sleep prolyssies, we normally imagine just
a tall figure standing by our beds. However, there is
one weird thing that I know I have experience, and
I'm curious to know if any of you out there
have experienced this, and it is these strange creature looking
things that you see when you're like half awake in
the middle of the night. Have you ever woken up
and seen this, I don't know, spidery looking thing going
up to the ceiling and you open your eyes and
you're looking at it, and it's just as darker than
dark strange shadow. I'm curious to know it's not just
like for the things that I've seen are as big
as like I don't know, a ceiling lamp, and as
small as maybe I don't know, a box of Kleenex
or something, but like it's floating and it's moving and
you can open your eyes and follow with your eyes.
I don't know if I'm the only one that has
experienced this. I know it's also not a shadow figure necessarily,
but just curious and I just want to get it
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