Never Be Afraid in Your Own House

In today's story, we learn about Rosie and her experiences at her house. Strange noises and eerie presence, and even full blown apparitions like Doppelgainers that mimick her begin to come around the house more often stick around as she tells us her story as it happened. My name is Edward and he hears Rosy's true scary story. The first experience I had would have to be after moving back in with my brother and sister with my grandparents. The living room was also called the back room. It was an addition to the house that my great grandfather on my mom's side built. It resulted in us having two backyards that separated with an old wooden fence that he had put up. That room was connected to a living room and a dining room, and across both of those was the hallway, and that was where my room was. At that time, we had those old rickety wooden floors the walls that would creak. My great grandma on my grandpa's side would travel from Washington to California due to her health, needing someone to take care of her, she would share a room with me. I had no problem with sharing. I was always afraid of the dark as it was. One night I was sitting in the living room I had have been about ten thirty at night. I was getting ready to go to bed. I shut the TV off. I opened my door slow enough to where it wouldn't wake my grandma up. The curtain in my room at the time was a bed sheet that I had pinned the corner of it up. What triangle of light was shining onto the bed. I could see my grandma's feet up to her hips. It guided my way to the bed. I crawled onto the bed. I put my hands on the bed. I started to crawl from her feet over to my side. And when I looked up from the sheets to my area where I was going, it looked like something was kneeling over my grandma, looking at her. Before I can react to what I had originally seen, I can't describe it anything other than it lunging at me. I snailed my way up the bed, dragging face across the sheets. I refused her lift my head up. I got into my spot. I crawled under the blankets. I got as close to my grammar as I could. I just went to sleep. Over the next couple of nights, I would hear my grandma crying. She was having a very active, sad dream. I asked her about it. She told me she had been having dreams of her son who had passed away years prior. I don't know if what this thing was was causing her to have those dreams, or why it would want to scare me. Till this day, don't really know how or whom it was. After that experience, there wasn't anything for quite some time. My grandma that was living with us had passed away of lung cancer. I was about maybe a sophomore in high school. I was sitting on the couch one night watching TV in the living room. The way the couch is set up in the room is it's in the middle. There are two windows to the right of you, a sliding glass door, and a window behind you, a sliding glass door right in front of you. I got a call from an ex boyfriend. It wasn't the best call. I felt very emotionally charged, angry. I was crying. I called my friend and she helped me calm down. Even after that phone call, I still didn't feel okay. I was just listening to music. I felt this overwhelming sense as if my grandpa was just standing there, as if he was just watching me this whole time. I look around and I don't see anybody. So I start adjusting the curtains on the windows because I feel very uncomfortable right now. All the lights are on. I'm sitting in the middle of the couch. I look around behind me on the window. I hear you. I did not look. I froze. I looked quickly. There was nobody there. The windows that are on the right side of you on this couch, tap tap tap tap. I knew it was real after that point. The sliding glass door in front of me, tap tap tap, It was like somebody had poured ice water down my back. It was pulled apart from between. Is somebody out there? To what if somebody's not there? To get from one window to the other, you'd have to open that gate and go through it from the outside. And there's no opening that gate without hearing it from the front yard. It was dead, silent in the door of the night. I called some friends say light in the mood for me. I was able to go to sleep that night. As the years went on, I look back, I leave that whatever was there was trying to distract me from what I had felt in that moment, the feeling of just the anger and the sadness from that phone call. Instead of crying, it said hey, look at me. I'm over here, now look at me. I never felt afraid after being able to think of it like that. It felt like it was trying to distract me from my feelings at the time, because I can tell you I definitely was not thinking about that phone call after that. It might have been my grandma, because she was the type of person to when you were sad, she wouldn't comfort you as much as she would try to tickle you or what are you doing? What are you doing? I do believe my grandma might have been there that night, sort of just trying to help me cope with whatever she could. I did keep very quiet about this experience. I didn't know what my family would think of me. My mom I had a connection with her. I would talk to her, and finally I broke down and said, hey, have you ever heard tapping on the windows? I didn't know if she would think I was crazier anything like that. When she told me, her exact response was the window we used to sleep next to at night. Yeah, I heard it, and I don't know where it would come from, and it would freak me out too, without me ever saying anything else. It made me feel cold. In that moment, it was real. I also used to play video games a lot on the computer. The computer was set in the dining room at this point in time. Connected to the dining room was the kitchen. In the middle of the two separating rooms was the garage door. I was playing games with my friends that night. Threw my head, so it was like a rattling noise. I take my headset off. I look over the door knoll to the garage was rattling as if somebody was trying to open it. It's locked, and it was rattling back and forth, and the door was shaking. I didn't move. I could hear my friends playing in the game. Reality sort of stopped for a second for me. I hear a woman. I don't know what she's saying, but I can hear her. I can't make out what she says. In the time with me listening from the computer, my grandfather woke up. He walked right out of his room into the kitchen, down to the garage unlocked it went out there to go smoking his cigarettes, and I never told him what I had just heard. I never told him what was there, that anything was happening. I sort of just let him be. I never really told him about that experience. I didn't really tell anybody. I did get in contact with my family. I had my mom tell me a couple of things. I reached out to my brother, my grandfather, and he will swear he's never experienced anything. I just don't think that he's open to understanding and experience. Maybe they don't want to show him there here. He is very honri that there is an afterlife and you don't stay here, which that's fine. There was a time it was the middle of the day my sister was she was very little. She was taking a shower down the hallway. I was in that living room watching TV. She comes walking down the hallway wrapped in a towel, laughing at me, just laughing. I'm looking at her kind of confused, like what's so funny? And she told me that she seen me. I told her, I've been sitting in this living room watching TV this whole time. She told me that she had seen me, and I responded with no you didn't either. That kid can act where I just watched all of the color drains from her face, and she told me that I was outside of the window lifting a stick into the air, getting her attention, making it funny. I had scared her by telling her it wasn't me, so I told her to get dressed. Come on, let's let's go look outside. Let's go see what's going on. We walked out to the backyard and the bathroom window is a lifted window. I'm five, wonder as it is. I can't reach that window if I wanted to. In the mud by the bathroom window, there's a there's a pretty stick there. Next to the stick is an indentation where the stick was in the mud. This window was still placed in our backyard. It was open to anybody else being able to get to it. I sort of just let it be because I didn't want to scare my little sister too much. But this next experience, there was no saving her from it. Hear the rest of her story right after stay words. Me and my sister used to share a room. We were sleeping. We would sleep with the TV on because it would make her comfortable. It would also make me comfortable at night, sleeping with it on. I woke up in a fog. I can see the blur of the light from the TV, and I could hear crying, but not just crying, like scream crying, coming from my sister's bed, which was parallel to mine. I couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. Why. I can stately hear at the end of my bed a tapping on the window and it goes away. As I'd become more aware, I sat up. I told my sister to just come lay in bed with me. Come, come lay in bed with me. It's gonna be okay. She does. I let a day go by. Then I asked her, why were you crying that night? She told me that somebody was tapping on the windows and it scared her. We had a family dog who would not hurt anybody. That dog was everybody's best friend. I was watching TV in the living room one night. You can see down the hallway from the couch, and our family dog's name was Lucy, and Lucy was sitting. She was a very lazy dog. By this time. She was probably in somebody's bed, sleeping anywhere on the ground, sleeping, so She's not usually perked up staring down the hallway at this time of night, especially for her age, it is creeped me out. I've always believed that animals could have sort of sensed things that we can't, but I wasn't trying to feed into it. I'm watching my show. I'm looking at her. She starts huffing like into the darkness. I'm like, come on, Lucy, like you're gonna wake people up. I start calling for Lucy, Kamir, come here. She starts huffing into the darkness. I stare, maybe there is something there. What does she see that I don't. I'm staring from the blackness of the hallway, where it seemed like nothing existed, emerged a human sized black mist, like an exhaust from a car being shot out. It went into the kitchen with speed. She started barking. I started crying all panic ensus I seen this. I'm panicking. I'm scared. I'm not going to walk down that hallway to go get my grandpa. I pick up my phone and I call him. He is in the hallway room. I'm crying. I'm telling him I saw something go down the hallway. I don't know what it was I'm scared. He comes out in his boxers down the hallway with speed. He looks at me and he gives me a hug, and he comforts me. I tell him I saw something run from down the hallway into the kitchen. Lucy saw it too. He walks into the kitchen, turns a light on, turns to me and says, you should never be afraid in your own house house, and proceeds to walk to the garage to smoke a cigarette. When my grandpa told me that you should never be afraid of anything in your own it wasn't anything new to me. He has told me that, saying, since I was very young, very young, we used to leave the front doors unlocked while we'd go to sleep, windows open. He was never a freed my grandfather. I've rarely seen him cry. That man is very brave, But at that moment, it did not feel very comforting to hear that. After what I had solved. There were things that my sister told me when she was very little that freaked me out, because howdads a five six year old know something about family that hasn't been alive since I was four. This house was full of pictures, pictures is nothing new to my family. We love our developed photos. And in those photos were photos of my mom from the time my sister was born till actually present day. My mom isn't big. In the conversation at the house, there was the picture of my mom in one of these photos. You know, it didn't stand out more than ania the other one. I take it to my little sister and I said, do you know who this is? This little girl has never met or talked to this woman, and with confidence, she looks at me and she said, that's mom. I look at this kid, and I told her you who told you that? She said, Grandma Pauline told me my great grandmother, who passed away of all his timers in the same room that we currently shared, had told her who her mother was. I sort of accepted it for what it was. Oh, Grandma Pauline told you, Okay, cool, I'm gonna go panic over there now. I didn't want to scare my sister. My whole goal was never to scare her, but to never make her think that what she see wasn't real or to disregard, because that's how I felt a lot of the time was it was disregarded I am scared of that though. I asked my mom recently, because my mom did up in this house as well, did you ever experience anything more growing up here? She told me she found. She doesn't know if they're still there, but I believe that the ashes of my grandma's babysitter was in our closet. That woman didn't have any family, so I suppose my grandma took her ashes in. I don't know the reasoning behind it, was that the person I seen with my grandma, has it been her the whole time? I asked my brother In recent years we started talking again and I threw it out there, like do you believe in the paranormal? Not really sure what he was gonna say, he said yeah. And when I asked him, do you have anything about home? He said at nighttime he would hear Mary, Mary coming from down the hallway. It was the voice of my great grandma Pauline, who would seek care from my grandma. At the time, he wouldn't go to the bathroom at night. Sometimes he would hear her calling from that bedroom. The one time he did go to the bathroom, he ended up staying in there for a long time because he heard her calling while he was down there. That bathroom door is right next to that bedroom door, and he just stayed there. Mary is my grandma who died of lung cancer. There's a lot of grandma's in the story. My great grandma was her mom. Yeah, grandma was taking care of her mother, who had alz Timer's. She passed away in that room. I think the activity was charged by I would say, my grandma who passed away of lung cancer. She wasn't the happiest person in life. She didn't feel very miserable in a lot of things. And as much as I loved Terry, it was very hard to show it. She might not have wanted to do anything malicious or vicious to anybody. I don't think she wanted to leave that house, and she made it very apparent before the cancer kind of took over and made it hard for her to remember who everybody was, that she was afraid of dying. After she did die, I had a series of dreams with her. I can't say whether she was visiting me. There was something about those dreams that was very different than every other one. It felt like her. The version of her in my dreams wasn't a version that I made up, or or something my conscience would make up to sort of comfort me. She was there a little bit after she had passed away. The dining room was cleaned out. My grandma liked to hoard things. I had a dream of her guiding me down the hallway, telling me where is my stuff? What did you guys do with all of my stuff? Where did it go? I had dreams of her coming to the garage. She always wore this pink robe. She always had a styrofoam cup with her. She would always put ice water in it. I had a dream that I was in the garage. She came out to the garage, looked at me, went back into the house. When I went after her, I opened the door and she was not there. She wanted me to come. I don't know if my grandma ever left. I don't know if she's okay. I do believe that if something is going to be there, it would be her. The last dream I had with my grandma, she was behind the hospital where she got her chemotherapy treatment. She was in a lawn chair, just relaxing. I remember standing there. She was telling me that it's your fault, it's your guys's fault, trying to blame us for what happened to her. I never talked back to my grandma. You you don't talk back to your grandma. I told her, this isn't our fault. You can't blame us anymore. She looked at me. I remember waking up. I never seen her again. She was gone. A lot of my dreams, those experiences, those shadows, they did feel very different. I wouldn't say anything was evil. I I don't know who they could have been. I don't know if my grandma Pauline was there. Maybe she just didn't want to make herself known to me. She seemed to have made herself known to my other siblings. The first thing I always start off with when I tell my friends or when I am telling somebody new, is you do not have to believe me. I'm not telling you this for you to believe me or to get a reaction out of you, or I'm telling you this because I want people to know that this stuff is real. I want you to know that. You know, if you're going to come over to my house, I want you to be aware of it. My friend Danny, my best friend, She's been over to my house. She used to spend the night a lot. One thing that she would say would creep her out was when she would be in her I would leave her in the living room. Maybe you don't go to the kitchen to paris a snack or go to my room to grab something. She said that she would hear the walls cracking around her, but is an old house. It is very weird for walls to just start randomly cracking and in senses of continuously cracking. My mom also said that that house is very old. The floors under the carpet are hardwood. They creak. She would hear people walking up and down the hallway at night, but when she'd go out, there was nobody there. My mother recently set me photos of me throughout time at that house. The one thing my grandma did do a lot was carry a camera around with her. There are two photos of me where it is very clear that it dust. These spherical things are everywhere. There were more still photos and a very spherical orb is seen either right next to me or right above my head. Some of these pictures I took myself on a camera, so I know that nobody else was around me till this day. My mom is still very afraid. Since I left, I haven't experienced anything. Luckily, it seems like some of my family is still living with those experiences. If next, check out our other podcast called Horror Story, where I tell you about creepy true events and mysteries. So you can find up by searching for horror Story on your app. It's the one with the yellow letters and the windshield. 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