Speaker 1: Although it happened quite some time ago, I'm still bothered
by this experience. Around September of last year, I spent
the night at my grandparents' home. That evening, everything seemed
to be going relatively normally. We ate my grandmother's delicious steak,
watched TV, and then looked at some old photos. When
night came around, I went to the guest bedroom, which
had been my room before when we used to live
with them. At around two o'clock, I put my laptop
up to play some music as I got ready for bed,
so that I might doze off. Now, let me tell
you there were a few paranormal occurrences when we used
to live there, but I wouldn't characterize any of them
as horrible or frightening. For instance, I've always been a
light sleeper and would wake up if someone even walked
quietly on the wooden floors outside of my room. This
happened a few times, waking up to soft footste in
the hallway by my room, but my grandparents assuring me
later that they were not up at all. One time,
I even went to check, but all the doors were
closed and nobody seemed to be awake anyway. The general
layout of my room was slightly odd compared to other rooms.
There was a corner in this room which led to
a small hallway before you reached the entrance door, so
from the bed you couldn't see the door, only the
small hallway leading to the door. I must have dozed
off pretty quickly, though, because I woke up suddenly without
even remembering falling asleep. It was around four in the morning,
and I felt extremely tired. This was a little unusual
because every time I'd wake up in the middle of
the night, I'd usually feel pretty awake and good, which
was often the reason for my body waking me up.
But this time I was really tired. I didn't hear
anything that woke me up, but since I was so tired,
I knew I hadn't just woken up on my own.
I looked in the direction of the shore hallway with
my half opened eyes, seeing nothing although it was dark,
I put my head back on the pillow and closed
my eyes. I laid for a few minutes in silence,
on the brink of sleep before I heard the awful
sound of my bedroom door closing. My eyes shot open
and I raised my body up from the pillow. Staring
into the empty darkness of the hallway. I must have
been frozen in that position for a whole minute before
I got out of bed and went over to the door.
Nothing was there, but I knew something was not right.
I always kept the door shut, so who opened it?
The thought made me shiver, and I quickly locked the door,
then hopped back in bed. I told myself that it
must have been one of my grandparents, though I couldn't
come up with a reason for them opening and closing
my door. Trying to forget it, I closed my eyes
again and laid silently. Just as I did, loud running
footsteps came from outside the room, coming towards the door.
They sounded like heavy, barefoot steps, stopping abruptly at the
room door. I waited, completely horrified and in a total
state of shock. A few long, anxious seconds passed before
I again heard the door aggressively slam shut, this time
having seen the door already closed not even a minute prior,
and never hearing it open. I was stuck in a panic.
My heart was beating rapidly, and yet I felt like
I was too scared to move. I stayed sitting up
in my bed all night until morning. I hadn't told
my grandparents so as to not frighten them, and instead
just made an excuse to leave early and head home.
A few months later, though, I was sleeping over at
a friend's place, trying to fall asleep. While lying on
the floor, my eyes closed and my body facing away
from the door, I heard it again, the door closing,
but this time softly. I looked over at my friend,
but he was already sound asleep and hadn't heard a
thing when I asked him in the morning. Surprisingly, I
haven't heard it since then, and I've never heard in
my own home. I have virtually no idea what I've
been experiencing, but I have a very strong feeling that
I'm being watched by a paranormal entity. I still don't
understand the significance of the already closed door closing again,
but I would really appreciate it if someone could explain
it to me, or even share with me a method
to get rid of it, because even still today, I
lay in bed paranoid every night, fearing that I may
wake up to something horrible. I moved into a small
apartment building last summer. It was a cheap two bedroom place,
and was really my only option considering my low paying
job I had at the time. The building was very
clearly not well taken care of, and neither was the room.
There was a build up of mold in several areas,
and the place honestly just looked like it was falling.
Apart of all these things, though, the one thing that
stood out the most was the lack of other residents.
I'd lived in a couple apartment complexes before moving into
this one, and rarely would a room even be available. However,
at this place, almost all of the rooms were still
available for rent. It was a small complex with only
eight rooms, but during the time I was there, only
two rooms were occupied, mine and in older couples on
the first floor. My room was on the third floor,
leaving the middle and top floor completely empty, but those
floors never truly felt empty. Having lived there for a
month at the time, I'd heard on multiple occasions people
talking below me. I always believed it was just the
older couple, as they were the only ones living below me,
though strangely, I'd only ever hear a woman's voice, never
a man's, and to make things stranger, i'd be able
to hear them pretty clearly, even though they were two
stories below me, it would always sound as though the
woman was muttering to themselves indistinctly. It would give me
the creeps sometimes when I would wake up and hear
the woman muttering to herself below me. But I thought
perhaps she was sleep walking, and maybe the vents to
my room were connected to theirs, allowing for the sound
to travel. But everything only got worse as time went on.
Two months in, with nobody else moved in still, I
was walking up the stairs to my room and as
I walked past the second floor, I noticed a door
to one of the rooms was open. My curiosity got
the better of me, and I took a couple steps
towards the doorway to look inside. It was dark and empty,
which is exactly what you'd expect of a vacant room,
but I got a really bad feeling the closer I
got to the doorway and ended up just continuing upstairs
to my room. Later that night, though, I was taking
the trash down and noticed the door was closed. It
was definitely weird, but I didn't know what to really think.
I knew nobody lived there, so what could it even be?
Maybe the owner of the building was working on the
room or something. That was the only thing I could
think of. Anyway, that night, I went to bed early
with a clear mind, but woke up some time in
the middle of the night hearing the woman muttering below
me again. Having seen the door below me opened earlier,
I was more curious about the mysterious woman this time.
I got out of bed, being sure not to make
much noise, and leaned my ear against the cold wooden
floor boards, listening. Her indistinct mumblings sounded close, but was
also more of a whisper. I knew there was no
way a whisper could sound so close if it was
coming from the old couple's room on the first floor.
At that moment, realizing this, I began to get nervous.
Part of me wanted to go downstairs to see if
the door was open again, but I knew I was
way too fearful to do that. Now, sitting in bed
again thinking, I started to hear the woman walking around slowly,
still talking to herself. It seemed like she was just
walking in random patterns in the room below me. After
a few minutes, though, she stopped very suddenly. It's safe
to say I was terrified, and the woman suddenly going
silent almost made it worse, as I no longer knew
where she was or what she was doing. But this
night would go on to be far more fear inducing.
I sat in bed, wide awake for thirty minutes, beginning
to wonder if the woman had somehow quietly left or
was possibly just standing in the same spot for the
past half hour. Either way, I was too scared to sleep,
and that's when I heard the floor creaking again as
someone was walking slowly across the floor. However, this time
it was coming from above me. Soft creaks in the
floors slowly made their way through the upstairs room before
stopping directly above my bed. Several seconds of terrifying silence
passed before the woman's soft whispering came from above me.
Then they let out one loud, aching scream, almost sounding
as if it were right in front of my face,
before the room fell silent again. I was basically in tears,
holding my head and trying not to completely freak out,
but how could I not. I stayed up until dawn,
then made arrangements with my family to stay with them
for a while. I paid a fee to end my
lease and moved in with my parents while I looked
for a new place. The only time I went back
was to move my stuff into the moving truck, and
as I loaded up one of the last boxes, the
old couple came out to say goodbye. I hadn't never
really talked to them, aside from simple greetings when we
were going in or out, but they strangely seemed to
be really sad that I was leaving. I'm not sure
if they ever experienced anything that I had, but the
only thing I could focus on during our brief conversation
was how distinct the old lady's accent was, and that
it sounded nothing at all like the woman I heard mumbling.
After that, I didn't know what to think other than
how glad I was to be moving out. All I
can say is that I hope I never hear that
unknown woman's whispers ever again. My childhood home had a
lot of issues with its past. A lot of deaths
happened in the house prior to my family moving in.
Most recently, the people that were renting it out to
my mom and stepdad didn't want to live there because
their son had decided to opt out of life and
before that, a few murders even happened at the house.
We didn't know the details, but that's what the landlord's
told us. I was young when my mom met my stepdad,
and shortly after they met, they moved in together. I
didn't experience anything weird until my baby sister came along,
and that's when everything went wrong. The house had two bedrooms,
so I had to share a room with my baby sister.
We'll call her b Bee. Never stopped crying, and when
I was young, I absolutely couldn't stand her. I remember
this one night, though, when she was crying for hours
and all of a sudden she stopped. I looked over
and I saw the shadowy figure hovering over her crib.
It didn't move much, but when it did, it was
slow and airy. I was terrified and hit under my
covers until I eventually fell asleep. When I told my
parents the next day, they thought it was just an imagination.
This happened so many more times of just waking up
and seeing a figure by my sister's crib, always by
the crib, nowhere else in the room. After a while
of complaining about it, I ended up sleeping in my
parents' room with my mom while my stepdad slept in
my room. But a lot more continued to happen. Shortly
after I started seeing this figure, my stepdad lost his job.
He was a hard working person, so I really shocked
my mom when it happened. He went through a rough depression.
He really loved his job, and losing it must have
been really hard for him. I remember him sitting on
the couch all day every day, just watching TV. One day,
when I got home from school, I came in and
saw him sitting on the couch and a dark figure
behind him. I remember it so clear, just standing behind
the couch. I didn't know what to do, so I
just began to cry, and my stepdad took me to
my room to calm me down. When my mom came home,
I told my parents that night of what I saw. Again.
My stepdad seemed disinterested and my mom just seemed annoyed. Again,
no one believed me. After that, there were a good
few weeks where nothing happened, followed by weeks of this
figure hanging around, usually either by Bee or my stepdad.
Some nights, when I slept in my room, i'd hear
a voice. It was a woman's voice coming from Bee's crib,
just talking to her. I never understood the words coming
from it, but it terrified me every time. As Bee
got older and began to walk and talk, I noticed
she spent a lot of time in that room talking
to her friend. My parents never seemed to worry about it,
saying it was just her imaginary friend, but I knew
what it was. The more this figure seemed to hang around,
the worse the emotions in the house got. My sister
was aloof never talked to anyone, My mom had so
much anger inside her, and my stepdad was always depressed,
and I was alone all the time. Then my parents
started fighting all the time, screaming things at each other.
My mom hated my stepdad for not keeping down a job,
and my stepdad was just a depressed mess. They seemed
to fight every single night, and every night it got worse.
While in my room, I even heard my stepdad telling
my mom to put the knife down. But worst of
all was the night when I stayed up in the
living room watching TV. It wasn't that late, maybe eight thirty,
and my stepdad was asleep on the couch while my
mom was in her room. Also tired now myself, I
turned off the TV and walked upstairs to my room.
At the top of the stairs, though, I started to
hear whispering, followed by Bee speaking back to the whispers.
The door was cracked open a few inches, and I
slowly walked over to look inside. Just a couple steps
away from the door, I could see Bee next to
the figure, as if it were trying to lead her somewhere.
I screamed, and instantly the door slammed shut. I just
stood there, screaming and crying before my mom rushed out
of her room. I just pointed at the door, unable
to make out any words. She tried to open it,
but it was locked. It was one of the cheaper ones, though,
so she was able to use her fingernail to twist
it and push the door open. Bee was in the
corner of the room, facing a wall. My mom yelled
at her for locking the door, even though she was
too short to even reach the doorknob. Bee didn't even
seem to have any sort of reaction. After that, I
fell into a depression along with what seemed like the
rest of the family. No one talked to each other,
no one asked me how I was. I became the
one taking care of my baby sister me and this
strange figure. I became familiar with it. It even started
hanging around my bed during nights where I was extra sad,
and it brought me a sort of weird comfort, knowing
that I wasn't alone. Eventually, my mom had ann off
of my dad and we left to stay with my grandparents.
I remember her telling us to pack up, and as
we headed to the car, I saw the figure again
by my dad. I felt sad leaving him, but at
least he wouldn't truly be alone