Speaker 1: In a small college town in the Midwest. A group
of roommates moves in expecting a fun summer until something
unseen makes its presence known. My name is Edwin and
he is Brain. It's true scary story.
Speaker 2: This took place in twenty twenty. It was in a
little riverside college town in the Midwest. There was five
of us girls who were just moving into a new
college style house. Some of us had already graduated from school,
so we were going to just all be there for
an extra year, whether that be working or just finishing
up school. One of the girls of the house that
we were moving into had already lived there for a
few years and we were all friends with her. Four
of us moving into the house were brand new, moved
in though mid May of twenty twenty. Unfortunately, we had
left by the beginning of August of twenty twenty, so
it was short lived. Just to understand the story, I
will have to lay out what the house looked like.
It's very important to know what levels, what rooms, everything
makes the story easier to follow. It was a two
story house. When you walk into the front door, though,
it was a stairwell that separated the levels, so if
you went down the hallway straight through the stairwell. It
was a little hallway that led to the basement. The
basement was just storage, nothing really that important. When you
walk into the stairwell, directly off to the right, there's
another door that leads to the main level, and then
obviously when you walk in, there's a stairwell as well
that goes up to the upper level that also has
a door that leads into that top. On the main
level there are two bedrooms with its own bathroom and
its own kitchen, and that's also where the main living
space is with the living room that we all share. Upstairs,
there's also three bedrooms and it does also have its
own bathroom and its own kitchen. How it was all
split off is also very important of who was in
what room. I had leased one of the rooms on
the main level of the two and then there was
the other girl who had lived there full time lived
in the other room. Over the summer, I had another
job back in my hometown, so I was going to
be traveling back and forth, so I actually sublet out
my room downstairs to someone that I knew for that summer,
just so what it was paid for, and then I
would just come back every once in a while to visit. Upstairs.
There were the three bedrooms, two of them again were
going to be there full time, and the third roommate
was not going to be there all summer long. So
it worked out that when I would come to visit,
I would just stay in her room, so I had
a place to sleep, stay put my things while I
would be visiting. In the beginning mid May, when we
had moved in, everything was really fun. It was the
beginning of twenty twenty obviously, so COVID was hitting. We
didn't have a lot of options as things too, so
we spent a lot of time together. We watched movies
and played games. One of the girls had access to
the rooftop from their rooms. We would sit out there
and listen to music. It started off really well those
first few weeks. The subleazer had moved into my room
at the end of May, so I had gone home
to start my job. A few weeks later, though, I
had come back to visit and was staying in the
room upstairs. The girls had mentioned some weird things happening.
Nothing had really been off. No weird occurrences had happened
with the tenants that lived there before, and we all
knew them, so this was very strange that these things
were happening. It started very small that night. All of
their doors were closed, so the two girls that were
living there, as well as the empty room, all of
the doors were closed at night when they would sleep.
The girls stated that when they were sleeping, either trying
to fall asleep or they'd wake up in the middle
of the night from it, they would hear humming coming
from the hallways. They didn't specifically say if it sounded
like a specific song, random little humming noises that would
be coming from the hallway and then just go away
and randomly reappear. The door to the empty room they
did also keep closed. When they would wake up, the
door would always be open. The weird thing about this, though,
was that door was particularly hard to open and close,
so it wasn't wind or something we could rationalize off
what would open that besides someone actually physically opening it themselves.
Something that we still don't understand to this day is
that is the only room in the house that has
a padlock on it. I don't know why it was there,
We don't know who had put that on there, and
Eventually we did start using it. When the door wouldn't
stop opening, it eventually closing in the middle of the night.
At that point, things were still fairly new. We were
rationalizing off those little occurrences that were happening, but it
just felt heavy upstairs. Whenever I'd walk around, I would
creep around the corner first, or walk really slow, like
I felt like I had to establish and see everything
in the space before I would feel comfortable walking into it.
I just was so curious. I felt like something was
seriously watching me all the time, no matter what room
I was in, bathroom, kitchen. It was bad. One of
my first real experiences was while I was taking a shower.
A lot of these events happened so fast, and it's
really hard to always remember the order of operations, but
this definitely happened towards the beginning. When I was in
the shower again, it was the same feeling of being watched.
I kept looking outside the curtains, and I know sometimes
you do that when you're alone and you're kind of
a little paranoid, but I seriously was looking out very frequently,
looking behind me. I felt a little tickle on my neck,
but I was again trying to rationalize that, saying, I'm
in the shower, the water's running on me, I'm washing
my hair. But I tried to end of that shower
as soon as possible. Once I got out. I did
bring up to the two girls that lived upstairs when
they got home, that I took a shower and it
felt weird, you know, I felt like something tickled me.
But I think I'm just overreacting. They looked at me
and they said, oh, we don't shower alone. If someone's
taking a shower in there, they leave the door open,
or someone's sitting on the toilet next to them. Because
when they're in the shower and they're alone or no
one's near them, their hair will move like someone's picking
up their hair, picking at it, or rubbing their back.
The shower and this also happens to the sink will
just turn really hot, scolding hot, all of a sudden,
and they'll just kind of jump out of the water.
They just will not be alone in that room. Their
reactions when I had told them about the shower, and
when they were explaining to me, you know, how they
don't shower without someone with them, it seemed more matter
of fact like it was happening so often that they
were like, duh, why would you shower alone? I was
freaked out, and they were freaked out by all of
the occurrences that that was just something that had happened
so often. I think they were just unfortunately used to it.
At that point. We were having a lot of fun together,
so we kind of put up with it for a while,
and they just brust that off until it started to
get worse. This only happened upstairs, so the girls downstairs
really didn't experience anything. I'm not quite sure if they
believed the girls upstairs, but I did. I experienced it myself.
With all of these things occurring at night, with the humming,
the door opening, we started sleeping with our lights on.
We tried to rationalize that maybe if we left the
lights on, it wouldn't do those things. We tricked to
think we were awake. One of my roommates, in particular, Megan,
had the typical college lights, the sticky lights that are
around your ceiling and you have a remote that turns
them on and off and they can change color. The
lights would turn off, so you would try to keep
the lights on to sleep, but they would just randomly
turn off. She kind of tried to experiment with it
and move the remote that she had under her or sleep,
but then under the bed for some reason, if something's
touching it, it can't. So she had done this and
the next morning she woke up and the lights were
turned off, and she had looked and the plug from
the wall had actually been ripped out. Something had physically
taken the plug out of the wall. Because it wasn't
able to access the remote that she had to turn
the lights off. That also happened in the room I
was staying in. It was controlled by remote, and it
even was happening when we were moving in. We just thought,
all these lights are broken, why do they keep turning off?
But we still don't really understand. I guess after all
of this, but we think it might be related to
what was happening in Megan's room, but we're not quite sure.
At this point. We don't know what's going on. We
have an inkling that it's maybe something messing with us,
but we don't really know. We haven't seen anything. It's
all been things that we've been trying to rationalize. Maybe
bad plumbing, maybe bad electrical maybe the house is moving
so the door is opening, But then it started to
become more frightening and obvious. My one roommate, Sarah, was
targeted by these scary things a little bit more than others.
One of them was she was up in her room
doing homeworks watching TV and she had randomly heard blood
curdling screams coming from downstairs, just horrible screaming. Thought someone
was injured, so she ran out of her room, ran
down the stairwell, burst into the living room, and then
went and checked down the roommates to see what was
going on, and both the sub leaser as well as
the other roommate that lived downstairs were both just chilling
in their room watching Netflix, not doing anything. No noises, nothing,
So that happened multiple times. You would be upstairs and
just hear noises downstairs and nothing would be there at all.
We all had very vivid dreams as well. I was
staying in the room that had the padlock on it.
It was really hot, so I had a fan on,
I had my laptop up playing some kind of show
on Netflix. I was trying to fall asleep and I
did turn the lights off. My leg was sticking out
from under the covers. And it felt like something was
kind of tickling my leg. But again I tried to
rationalize maybe it was the wind of the fan with
maybe some leg hairs. I don't know. I tried, and
then all of a sudden, it kind of became like scratched.
So I immediately sat up, and I didn't even think to
turn on a flashlighter turn on the room lights. I
took a picture with the flash. I was going to
send it to my friend who was actually leasing that room,
and I was going to send her that picture. And
I looked at it and there was a kind of
red scratch mark and a bruise and kind of a
little hole in my leg in that part. I don't
remember there being a bruise there before. I don't remember
there being a red mark. It looked like there might
have been a scab on my leg that was kind
of ripped off. It had scared me enough that I
turned the lights on and was trying to sleep with
the lights on again. Somehow that night I did fall asleep.
My first stream was me having a lake day with
my family. We were all swimming in the lake. Some
of us were outside on the dock, but most of
us were swimming. All of a sudden, the lake had
turned black. Everyone's eyes had turned black, and they just
all kind of blank stare and were going underwater. The
family members, including me, who did not do that. They
were trying to swim underneath their feet and pull them
under and drown them. And I remember in my dream
taking a T shirt and trying to cover my feet
so like I wouldn't get pulled down. Then all of
a sudden, it snapped and I was in a field.
It was a big, open green, rolling hills field, and
I was standing there with a goat that was on
its hind legs. Somewhere in this the goat had assaulted me.
I then woke up because I had wet the bed.
I have never wet the bed before in my life,
adult life, middle school, childhood. I even called my dad
to ask, I said, is this a habit that maybe
I'm reverting back to? And he's like, no, you never
did through my college years. Never. Obviously, I was mortified.
This wasn't my bed, so I got up immediately. I
took all of the sheets down to the washing machine.
I threw them in, and I called my friend, just
wanting to be transparent and let her know and apologize,
and she said wait wait wait wait wait wait, wait,
back up, back up. She said, what was in your dream?
And I had mentioned the dream and she said, Brin,
do you not realize that the goat is an animal
representative of the devil? And I processed that. I said, yeah,
you're correct saying that. So from that night on, I
never slept in that room again. I moved all of
my things downstairs and I slept in the living room.
Even in the living room though, even though there was
no really occurrences downstairs, the dogs that were my roommates
would still bark at dark corners randomly. They would bark
at the door that led to the stairwell. They would
just bark at it incessantly, at random. Although those things
would happen again, I didn't know if that was just
dogs being dogs, but I felt a lot safer downstairs.
But yeah, after that, Nope, never slept in that room
ever again, and I don't think anyone else has, none
of our roommates have. At some point during all of this,
I was at my hometown and Megan, my roommate, had
told her mom, and her mom was concerned enough that
she called the medium to try to come in and
see if she could help. When we were telling the
medium about what was happening, she said that it sounded
like there might be two things there. She said she
would be willing to help, and she did say I
wanted do a dry by the night before, just to
get a feel for the house before I actually come in.
She did a drive by and by the morning she
had blocked all three of their phone numbers and never
got back to us. So at that point we were
kind of just on our own. We also did a
lot of research on the house and couldn't find any
dirt on the house. We couldn't find anything about any
kind of weird events, any crimes. The house was right
next to a Lutheran church, so we have no idea
if that had anything to do with it. The house
was also under construction on the external parts of it.
They were doing new windows and new walls, so we
were just trying to grasp that any maybe reason why
these things would have happened to us and no one else. Unfortunately,
things did not get any better. They actually got more
physical again. I had mentioned that I had a bruise
on my leg. Sarah had bruses all over her body.
I even mentioned when I woke up the next morning,
look at what's on my leg, and she said, oh,
I have those all over me. So she had bruces
all over her body, all up her legs, her arms.
One weekend, she had left to go camping, and all
of the bruses had gone away. When she came back.
Within a few days they were all back. They just
felt something touching them when they would be sleeping, so
both of them really didn't get a lot of sleep,
so both of them were kind of just mentally not
there for a few months. Sarah also had an encounter
where she was in her room and she was working
on homework. She had all of her things kind of
spread out on the floor. She was just working headdown,
legs cross leaning over, and she had a mirror, a
glass mirror, so not one of the kind of plastic
cheap ones and put over your door. She had a
glass mirror that was leaning up against the wall. She
had looked up at one point she saw something moving
and the mirror was actually tipping over onto her and
she was able to catch it. If she didn't look
and see it and catch it, it probably would have
smashed over her head. The most concerning part of that,
besides her potentially getting injured, was this mirror was leaning
against the wall. If it was to fall, it should
have slid. The bottom of it, should have come out
from under it, and should have slid and fell flat.
But it tipped up and over and she had to
catch it to stop it. Megan at night had a
few encounters as well of being touched, just like Sarah had.
This first night, it was most vivid for her. She
was laying in bed, obviously, had the lights on, and
she could see handprints crawling into her bed on her sheets.
Once they got close enough, she could feel the pressure
of the blankets getting tighter around her and on her.
That happened more than one occasion. Soon it started actually
showing itself, but we still don't know if what this
thing really was. Megan one night was asleep. She had
woken up because she heard something in the corner of
her room. She sat up and looked, and there was
a little boy standing in the corner of her room,
just looking at her. She described him maybe as like
six years old. Didn't really get enough of a look
to get outfit or anything, but definitely saw a little
boy standing in the corner of her room. She looked
away and it wasn't there. The door at the top
of the stairwell, it started moving in the middle of
the night and opening and closing and knocking. Someone would
be knocking at it, so they would start locking it
when they would be home or when they would be sleeping,
and you'd have to use the key to get into
the upstairs. Even when they locked it, the knocking still continued,
but they started hearing like someone trying to get in
with a key. And one time they actually came home
and Sarah had seen some kind of little boy moving
around the key that had been in the door, and
then it had gone away. So they had seen this
apparition of a little boy multiple times. But again the
medium had said that it seems like there might be
multiple things, and these things were scaring us. It was
like meaning to make us feel uncomfortable. So we don't
particularly believe that it might have just been this little
boy trying to mess with us. All of our dreams
and just the horrible feelings we had. It felt like
something might be acting as a little boy, or there
might be multiple things that were there. We filled to
this day I don't really understand why all this happened.
We didn't really talk about it for a long time.
I was honestly hesitant to come on and share it
because the people that lived in there before us never
had anything. But ultimately it became so overwhelming and serious
and just ultimately scary. They weren't sleeping, we weren't sleeping.
I wasn't able to be in the house anymore. We
all left the house by the beginning of August. We
were getting sub leasers, and we all had different places
to live. We're still not sure if maybe it followed
one of us into the house. We're not sure if
anything continued after that. We felt kind of bad about it,
but it doesn't sound like anything happened to the new sublishers.
But we did not disclose anything to the new sub leasers.
It didn't seem like it was targeting the people before,
and we were so desperate to get out. I think
they were a little suspicious as to why we were
leaving so fast. I mean I would be, but we
were all able to get subleasers really quick, and we
were able to move out luckily really quick. I don't
think it's followed any of us afterwards. I think we've
all been able to just move on, but we couldn't
put up with what was going on. We were too
scared that we did have to leave.
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