The Doctor’s House: A True Story of a Haunted Home

In the darkness. I can see her aboves me. She's screaming at met. They moved into an old home built in nineteen o three by a doctor, but that would be only the beginning from an actual haunted house. My name is Edwin. They hear Samantha. It's true scary story. I wanted to tell you guys a story about the most haunted house that we ever lived in growing up. This was around two thousand and nine. My dad and my mom. Were flippers, so they purchased home that were either foreclosed or had kind of been let to rot. Every house that we've ever lived in has been a fixer upper or a flip. My dad ended up purchasing this house in Gibsonville, North Carolina. It was a complete wreck. My dad always said, I really want to have a house that's haunted. He got his wish, but he never got to see anything haunted. It was only me and my sister that really got to experience the things that happened in this house. The house was built in nineteen o three by a doctor. He ended up passing away in the house, and he gifted the house to his nurse after he died. She also ended up passing away in the house. The house went through a couple of changes of hands over the years after that. Before it sat basically in disrepair for a while. It had a wrap around porch. It had to walk out porches on the top from the bedrooms. Every room was wood. It was beautiful and my dad completely fixed this whole house up from top to bottom. We moved in. My sister and I had rooms directly across from each other at the top of the staircase, so when you got to the top you took a left. That was my room, and then my sister's room was across the hall to the right. The very first night that we moved into this house, I think it was around nine o'clock nine thirty. The lights were out, my door was open. I was trying to fall asleep. We heard a huge dog bark directly outside of our rooms. At the time, the only dogs that we had were chihuahuas. They might act like they're big toft dogs, but they're not. The bark was very out of place. There was no large dogs outside on our property. We had three acres at the time, so there were no dogs outside. It was terrifying. I mean, I got up I ran, I slammed my door shut. I grabbed my phone. I texted my sister and she was like, what was that? And I was like, I have no idea. It was like it sounded like a dog barking. We couldn't explain it. Neither of our parents heard it. We both asked them the next day, Hey, did you hear that dog bark? And they're like, what are you talking about. They were directly below us on the first floor, and they're like, no, we didn't hear anything. Never heard it again. It was just that first night that we moved in. From there, I'm not sleeping with my door open and more, it was terrifying. I had a lot of pictures. It was the time when you would. Take a bunch of pictures and post them on my Space and post them on Facebook. And I had a bunch of framed photos of me and like my girlfriends and me and my dogs. When I went to college. I'm super type A and I would come back and I would notice that my picture frames had been moved a little. It was almost like somebody had picked it up and put it back down, but not perfectly in the place that it had been. It's not like there was dust or anything that I could see that I can actually say, hey, this picture got moved. But I was so particular about the way that I place things, and I know that I've placed them a certain way. I asked my mom, I asked my sister. I'm like, did you guys go in my room? Are you touching my pictures? Why are things getting moved? My Mom's like, I wouldn't go in your room and dust your room, Like you're gonna grown up, you can do that yourself. And my sister's like, yeah, I steal your clothes, but I'm not touching your pictures. I'm not really sure what that was. Remember being in the middle of my room and I was like, hey, can we just stop touching my pictures please? Like it's driving me insane. I was young, I was eighteen or nineteen. I didn't really think about ghosts. I didn't really think that there was a ghost in the house at that point, but I guess I was just trying to be funny, like, hey, can we stop touching my stuff? From that point, none of the pictures ever got out of place. We'd probably been here about six months by now. I was sitting on the living room couch. The living room was like a big open space. We had French doors that looked out towards the driveway, and then French doors behind us that went out onto like a screened and wrap around porch. I was watching. TV, but the French doors that were looking out into the gravel driveway were to my left. My mom would always just walk the dogs, the two chihuahuas, kind of like around the property. Because they're small, they don't need a ton of exercise. I see the first dog, Cameron, walk by. He's this little chocolate Chihuahua. I see him walk by, and then I see our female dog, Carmen, she's a little gray chuha, walk behind him. Out of the corner of my I'm not really even paying attention, I see this bright yellow. Thing. It didn't disappear like most shadows out of the corners of your eye do when you turn your head. It was so bright it caught my attention, and I turned my head and I watched it walk across the French doors, following my dogs. I thought maybe it was my mom at first, but then I see my mom come walking behind and she walked across the French doors, following the dogs. It was shaped like a human and it was about her height, but it had like the general outline of a human when they're. Just standing still. You could see the shoulders, you could see the head. It wasn't floating, it was making like a walking motion. And I jumped up and I ran out, and I looked around the corner to the right, and I was like, did you see the bright yellow thing in front of you that just was walking behind the dogs. She's like, there's nothing out here, It's just me and the dogs. I just very vividly remember it was like bright yellow. I'm assuming that energies have colors. But I didn't feel anything bad from this. I think it was just enjoying our talks and my mom kind of like being outside so. It could like enjoy the walk with them. We weren't thinking the house was haunted or anything. I think maybe we were starting to get to that point. I never saw that again, but that was just strange. My mom actually had an experience of her own, which she says she can't figure out what exactly it was. She definitely had some sort of encounter in the foyer. It's all would remember the main part of the house is all wood. The front room where the doctor actually saw the patients was like our computer room. She was in there doing something, and she walked from that room. Back up towards the main part of the house. She heard dog tonails on the hardwoods. Our boy Tuowa Cameron. He had this notorious habit of like he would be dead asleep and she would get up and leave the room, and. He would pop awake and follow her everywhere she went. He would follow her. She was like, oh, Cameron, you need to be asleep. And she turned around and there was nothing there. She said, hairs on her arms stood up. She ran back into the living room and Cameron and Carmen were just dead asleep in their dogbed. There's no way that it could have been either. Of the dogs. But she's very distinctly hurt. Little dog toenails following her on the hardwoods from that doctor's office back into the living room. Something is definitely not right here. I was still living in the main house at this point. I had moved from the college where I was staying during the week to a community college. I was trying to get into the nursing program there in order to get into the nursing program. You had like a point system, so you had to work so many hours at a nursing home in order. To get so many points. I was working a ton of hours. They asked if I would do a double and I was like, oh, okay. So I was supposed to get off at three pm and go home, and I was like, yeah, I'll stay till eleven. That's fine because that's eight more hours that I can put towards applying to get into the nursing program. I called my mom and I was like, Hey, I'm gonna work until eleven. I'll be home later. Eleven o'clock comes, I'm like fifteen minutes from the house. I get in the car and I'm like, oh god, I don't have a house key. We had an outside key that my mom would put outside, like if one of us got locked out or whatever and we needed to get back into the house. She had recently decided the best place for this house key would be in the poolhouse. The property was very large. It had a main house which was over four thousand square feet. It had a pool, it had a pool house. It had a couple of buildings on the property as well. It had a detached garage with an apartment above it. I knew that it didn't have any electricity to the poolhouse. And this was eleven o'clock at night. It was the summer, it was the South, it was dark. I was like, I'm never going to be able to find this key. I get home, I pull up into the driveway. If you looked over to your left, there was a path that led down the back part of that house to the poolhouse. And as I parked my car, I looked over to the left because something caught my eye and there was a light on. It was not the porch light, it was the light of the poolhouse. Remember I said the poolhouse didn't have electricity, So I was like, huh, that's weird. And then I saw some movement in the house and I looked over and my mom's in the kitchen and I'm like, that's eleven fifteen. Like she's never awake this late. So I walk up to the door and I like knock her on the door and she turns around. She looks at me, and she comes and opens the door and she's like what are you doing? And I'm like, oh, I left my key. Did you turn the pool house light on. She sticks her head out and she looks to the left and the light. Is just on, and she's like. Uh, there's no electricity to that poolhouse. There's no way that light can be on. So we walked over to. The poolhouse and it's just an outside light, just a plane outside light, and we're just looking at it. And mind you, this poolhouse was creepy on its best days and it was not fixed up at all. My dad had not done anything to it. It was full of cobwebs and spiders. I reached my hand and it's super dark in there, and I'm like flipping light switches. None of the lights are. Turning off her on, and you can see the wires aren't hooked up to this outside light. I'm at this point like clapping, thinking maybe it's like a clap light. I'm waving my hand in front of it, thinking it's like a motion light or something. As we're standing there looking at it, it just turns off completely out. The next day, my mom said to my dad, Hey, did you do something to the poolhouse And he's like, no way, and she said the light was on. He's like, it's not even hooked up. There's literally no electricity going to that poolhouse. He's like, I have to completely rewire it. There's nothing. To this day, still no explanation for how that even happened. I think whatever, it's a good energy. Was there, the one that was walking behind my dogs and the one that touched my pictures. Somehow she knew I didn't have a key, and she put that light on for me so that I could find the key and. Get in the house. I mean, no one would have ever believed that story if my mom hadn't also been awake and seen it happen. It literally defies explanation because there's no way that there's electricity going to that poolhouse, and yet the light. Was on for me to find the key and it never happened. Again, I think my mom started to believe it a little bit more at this point. Again, this was around like two thousand and nine. My sister was still in high school at this point. She got home from work one night. She said that. She got out of her car in front of the detect garage. So if you look to your left, there's the house in the poolhouse. If you're looking straight on at the garage, there's a path that goes down the right hand side and goes around up to the apartment above the garage, and there was bushes, right, they're like hedges, I guess. She got out of her car and she saw. A disembodied head floating above the bushes, and she said it was a man's head. She saw it just sitting there looking at her. And she said in the slit second that it took her to turn her head completely to look it was completely gone. She took off. She said, I ran like lightning. I got into that house and I slammed that door. She never saw that again, but leading up to the. Garage story, it makes a lot of sense if she saw that head at the garage, because there was a lot of weird stuff that kind of went on in that This happened her twice in her room. In her room, it was a lot bigger than my room, but it was fine because my room got to have that little porch that went outside. All of these rooms, mind you had gorgeous hardwood floors and fireplaces like the things that they had in old houses. She also had this really long closet. If you walked in her room, it was really wide. Her closet went in and then to the left all the way back, almost the full length of the room, so it was like a big, long walking closet. She had a day bed on one side of the room, and then she had her bed on the other side of the room. She was folding. Clothes on her bed, and the day bed was across the room. She had her back turned to the day bed. She heard footsteps from the middle of the day bed walk across the room kind of quickly towards her. She turned around and there was nothing there. Their hardwood floors so you can hear the footsteps. She didn't know what to do. The first time it happened she was home, I think alone. And then the second time, she was actually hanging. Clothes in her closet. She heard the footsteps coming from the day bed towards her. In the closet, she said, she flew out of there and ran downstairs. Thinking about it now, I never felt anything bad natured, I guess in that house. I never felt like anything was intentionally trying to scare me or cause harm to me. But for something to intentionally walk towards her quickly twice while her back is turned, that seems very odd. When my parents bought the property. There was like the dance studio that wasn't complete disrepair. There was no saving it. We had to tear it down. And then there was the detached garage that had the apartment above it. There was also another building behind that and it was kind. Of like another apartment. I'm not really sure why they built all of these extra buildings on the property, but it was like almost like a basement apartment. So it had like an upstairs with like a kitchenette, a bathroom, and then you went down a couple of stairs and it was like a living space. So I had gotten into nursing school at this point, I was still like nineteen. My dad was like, it's time for you to move out of the main house, but you know, we're going to help you through nursing school. I'll fix up one of these two apartments for you. Which one would you like? Oh, the basement one because it's bigger. But I remember the first time I went in there. It's not like it was cold because it was below ground, because it wasn't like fully below ground. It was only three steps down into this like basement apartment. When I walked into this space, it felt bad. I don't like to use. The word evil because I don't know that evil necessarily exists. I think there's bad, and I think there's good. This felt bad, and it felt like something was telling me, you need to get out of here right now. I was like, Dad, why is it so cold in here? It's freezing? And I remember walking down those three steps into that. Like basement area, and I had goosebumps all over my arms, like my hair was standing on end. I just felt so on easy being in that apartment, and I never went back in afterwards. The worst is the one that I've saved for last. So he ended up fixing the apartment above the garage. For me, it was, you know, just a simple little studio. It was like a little kitchenette. It had a fridge, it had an oven, it had a bathroom, It had a like living space. It was great. It was perfect for me. I was decorating it how I wanted it. I was painting it. It was like a perfect kind of like little space to learn how to be independent and kind of be on my own. There wasn't a ton of room in this apartment, so I didn't have space for like a couch and a bed, so I had to have a like a pool out couch to sleep on, and I would just like put it up every day I was sleeping, so it was the middle of the night. I liked to rearrange my room every so often, because still a teenager like I love to do that. I remember I had pushed the couch in. A different position, and I had pulled the bed out, and I was asleep. I had the table with a lamp and my phone next to me. It was pitch black. I didn't sleep with any sound makers or anything like that. At the time I wake up, I don't even know. If it was noise or if I got touched or what it was. But less than a flop from my face above me is a woman. It's her face, and she's screaming at me. Her mouth is open and like this unnatural screen. I a human mouth can't even get that wide. Her eyes are like sunken into her head and they're black. I can't see white, I can't see anything. It's just so sunken and it's just black. But I know that it's just hatred coming out of her. She has long black hair and it's streaming all around her head. Almost like she's floating in water. Her face is just like deathly pale in the darkness. I can see her above me. She's screaming at me. I just panicked. I was like, I took like a big gas and the only thing I could think to do was to cover my head because for some reason, I thought that would save me. And I was going, it's justn't real. This isn't real. That's not real. That didn't really happen. And I was. Hyperventilating, and I stopped breathing because I heard her walking. She was taking these slow, deliberate steps from my side of the bed to the kitchen and back step step step, and then she would get to me and she would stop, and then I would hear her turn and walk back to the kitchen, and then she'd walk back to me and she would just stop. And I was holding my breath. I was trying not to pass out because I was so scared. The only thing I could think to do was like. I gotta turn the light on. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna have to get out of here. And I reached my hand out and I turned the light on, and the steps stopped, she was gone. I have no idea who she was. I never saw her again, but she scared me so badly that I did not without. Lights on for like five years because I was so afraid that I was going to see her again. At this point, now I'm almost thirty five, I haven't slept without a soundmaker, and actually we sleep with three soundmakers because I just need noise because I'm so afraid that I might hear something again that I need noise to drown it out. She did a lot of stuff to me. I have to sleep with my head and my face completely covered because I'm afraid I'm going to wake up and see something. Before. I slept in the dark, slept without noise, lept just fine. I sleep in the dark now, but it's hard for me to sleep in the dark unless my boyfriend's home. But if he goes on a trip like I have trouble falling asleep. She was terrifying. The only thing I can think is maybe it was a cemetery or something directly next to our property, and it was housing development that during the O eight crash they just stopped building on, and then as we were living there, they started building again. And my parents put a fence up, and I'm wondering if between the fence and them building the houses, they. Didn't disturb something. And she got really mad at me, even though I had nothing to do with it. She was one of the. Most horrifying things that I've ever seen in my life, and thank god, I've not seen anything. That bad since then. My poor dad, he wants to live in a haunted house so bad, and I'm like, well, you have one, and he's like, I don't see anything. Nothing's happening to me. And I'm like, well, it's happening to me, so you can live vicariously through me. I guess. For me, those memories are not going anywhere, like they were a huge part of. Me growing up in that house and kind of honestly shaped a lot of who I am today. I think my mom has seen things and she just refuses to acknowledge them, but my sister believes it. She's like, yeah, dude, I believe that happened. Anyone that's ever like stayed or lived in a super old house, like there's creeks and pops because the house is settling and it was all wood. But the things that happened to us were not house settling. They were very much spirits or energies or ghosts or whatever you. Want to call them, making themselves known to us. I one hundred percent believe that that house is haunted or the property is haunted something it happened to the three of the four of us that were living there. I do know that I've. Seen other things, and I've felt other things. I was like super connected with my sister when we were younger, and I don't really know if that had anything to do with the way that I ended up being as I got older. My sister's a type one diabetic. She got diagnosed when she was seventeen months old, so she was like an infant, so she's always had very brittle blood sugars. I would get this weird. Feeling and it would just make me feel very uncomfortable, especially when we were like teenagers. I would call her and be like, hey, your blood sugar's about to drop. She would check her sugar and it she'd be like, oh, yeah, okay, and like it would be dropping. She's one of those that like she'll get down to like almost comatose before she feels bad. We were at the beach, and I think I was fourteen. My sister was a year and a half younger than me, so she would have been thirteen. We were gonna get up super early the next morning and go to the beach and like make a whole day of it or whatever. And I was laying in bed and I just remember thinking, something bad is going to happen. If we go to the beach early tomorrow. And I could not get this feeling out of my mind. I got up and I walked out into the living room and my mom was still awake for some reason. She was watching TV. And I was like, Hey, what are you doing. She's like, oh, I can't sleep. And I'm like me either. By the way, I don't want to go to the beach early tomorrow. And she's like why, And I'm like, I have a really bad feeling something terrible is going to happen if we go to the beach early in the morning. She's like, we'll just sleep in in the morning and we'll go a little bit later. I get up the next morning it's like seven o'clock. Because you know, you can't really sleep in an unfamiliar place, especially on vacation. You're just like too excited to do stuff. I got up. My parents were already up. My sister gets up and she comes out of the room. She's a redhead, so she's like already pretty pale, but she looks awful. I mean, she's like white as a sheet. She sits down in the chair at the table and she goes, I don't feel good, and then proceeds to pass out and almost hit the floor. My mom starts screaming. My dad's trying to find his phone to call nine one one. I was still young at this. Point, like I had no medical training. I grabbed my sister. I kept her head from hitting the floor. I looked at my mom and I said, stop screaming, Dad, call nine one one. Mom, I need a glucose tablet. I'm holding my sister. She's passed out. I grabbed the tablet from my mom. I put it in my sister's cheek because you're not supposed to put liquids and stuff in people who were passed out with mouths, because they. Can choke and they can get pneumonia. My dad's got nine one one on the phone. He's like, I don't remember the address. I somehow managed she to pool the address, like out of my head, I told him the address. I was like, tell them that we need them here now. My mom is still screaming. I'm like, Mom, please, still screaming. My mom hands me a cup of milk and my sister starts to wake up. At this point, we checked her sugar. It was like thirty something. I think, like it was pretty low. We ended up not needing nine one won or anything like that, but my mom's hysterical. She's sobbing. My sister finally like comes around and she like sits up fully and she's like awake, and she goes what happened? And I'm like, the blood sugar was really. Low, like you almost passed out or whatever. But I looked at my mom and I was like, this was what was going to happen if we went to the beach early. This was what that bad feeling was. I still can't explain it, but like I just knew that something bad was gonna happen. Thank god we didn't go to the beach early, because if we had, I don't know if we would have taken her glucose tablets. Or anything like that. I don't know what that was. And As I've gotten older, those have kind of gone away. But that one in particular, I'm not going to say like I saved her life or anything, but thank God that I listened to my instincts and my mom listened to me. I feel like it would have been really bad otherwise. I see things. Out of the corners of my eyes all the time. I saw a full body apparition walk into. One of my patients rooms. When I was a nurse in the hospital. I was working on a night shift, and I don't sit still very well. I like to move. The nursing unit was a big circle, and so I was just like walking around because it was like two am and everybody was asleep. I'd just check on all my patients. Nobody needed any medications or anything. So I was just walking around, getting some steps in, trying to keep myself awake. Saw something out of the corner my eye, and I looked over and I saw a tall man walking into one of my patient's rooms. First of all, it's a woman's room. There should be no man going in there. Second of all, who's here at two am? Sometimes patients in hospitals will if they're confused, especially at night, like if they've got dementia or sundowners like and they're mobile, they'll get up in they'll walk And I thought, maybe this is just a patient from a different unit or something. I'll go in and get in or whatever. It was a double room and it was my two female patients and they were both asleep, and I walked pretty quickly in behind him. When I saw him going in, I turned around the corner and it was dark in there, but there was light coming in from the street lamp outside, and there was no one in there. It was just my two patients. One of my patients woke up and looked at me and was like, are you okay? And I'm like, oh, I'm so sorry. Like I thought I saw somebody. Come in here. She's like, we've been asleep. It's just us. So I walked back out to like the nursing station and I was like, you, guys, I just saw a ghost walk into that room. And they're like, oh, yeah, mister such and such died in there yesterday. I just saw him walk in there. There's two ladies in there right now. And I mean I saw his clothes, I saw his hair. He was an older, older white man. He was balding on top. He had like white hair, and he walked in there. I saw him walk in there, and there was nobody in there. That's the only time I've. Ever seen like a full body apparition before I was like, well, I just saw a ghost. I like to think that because we've got five animals in the house. We've got two cats and three dogs. I like to think of there was something bad in the house that the animals would let me know, so like, it doesn't necessarily scare me when I see things. As long as my dogs and cats aren't like freaking out, I'm like, oh, okay, Like that's fine, it's probably just a good spirit. I moved to Charlotte for work. I bought a house and the house was built in like the fifties, so it was older. Never felt anything bad there, but I started seeing a dog there pretty quickly after I moved in. It was like a little white terrier dog. I have two white dogs. But I would see him, like his whole body out of the corner of my eye, and I would see him walking down the hallway, but he was completely silent, like I didn't hear toatnails or anything. And I would look over and I would see my two dogs laying on the couch with me, and I'd be like. Okay, not my dogs. I just started calling him ghost dog. I saw him so frequently in that house, like I would talk to him, like I'd be like, oh, hi, ghost dog, or by ghost dog. Like whenever I kind of like saw him out of the corner of my eye. Always made me really sad because I was like he got trapped somehow, I guess. So when we moved out of that house, I like kind of teared up and I was like, bye, ghost Dog, I'm moving out, but I hope you can move on. Our cat passed away traumatically. He ended up getting lung cancer and dying like within four weeks of the diagnosis. It was not a good outcome for him, but. We did like the assisted euthanasia at the house like where they came and they put him to sleep so we could be with them. I actually saw him the next day. He was a huge orange tom cat. His name to Rito. He would love to. Run into the room and just jump up on the dining room chairs and just stay there. I saw his orange body run into the room and jump up on the chair and I instinctively pulled. The chair out, thinking he was gonna be there, and he wasn't there. I think that was his. Way of being like, I'm good, just something to say bye. I do think that I have something. I think I shut a lot of that down after the lady in the apartment above the garage, mostly because I don't want to see it. I try also not. To give things power by acknowledging them, because I think if you give things power, it allows you to become kind. Of more sensing. I've never willingly gone out and been like, I want to see a ghost. It just happens. I've just seen them. I know there's good out there too, but I'm so afraid of what might come from the bad stuff. At this point in my life, I don't really want to be that way. Thank you Samantha for sharing your story with us. If you or someone you know has lived in a haunted house I want to hear about it, go to true scarystory dot com and fill out the form. This episode of True Scary Story was edited and sound designed by Sarah Vorhez Wendel a VW Sound, with additional production by me Edwin Karubias and the Scary ffteam Up next. Check out horror Story, a podcast I make about true paranormal mystery that I'm sure you're gonna like. Just type in horror story and it should be The show with the large yellow letters. Also by Scary FM. Thank you very much for listening, Keep it scary every one. See Yu soon