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Speaker 1 (00:20):
So when I was around thirteen, I was in a
relationship with a girl whom I visited pretty frequently. Her
home was not too far from mine, so it was
easy to stop by. Because I visited so often, I
got to know her really well. I also spent a
lot of time with her family, and they treated me
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like I was part of their home. I even got
used to the little details about their house, like how
it always smelled like freshly brewed coffee and how their
dog would greet me at the door. But something about
them felt a bit unusual. Then one day my girlfriend
told me her house was I didn't believe in ghost
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so I just pretended to be interested to keep the
conversation going. But after some time I started noticing strange
things in the house that made me feel uneasy. I
ignored them, thinking there had to be a simple explanation.
Why call it something paranormal when it could just be normal.
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But at first, it all began with small tapping sounds.
I thought the sounds were just the house creaking or
the wind. Living in Florida, it made sense that the
weather could cause those noises, so it seemed like the
most logical explanation. But then we started hearing scratching noises
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coming from her closet. We thought it was her cat.
She often brought the cat into her room and it
loved exploring and hiding in different spots. We also thought
maybe the cat had sneaked into the closet and we
accidentally shut the door. Maybe she was just trying to
get out at that moment. So we got up and
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opened the closet door, but there was nothing inside. It
felt strange, but I tried to brush it off and
told myself it was probably a mouse or a rat
in the walls. But then my girlfriend showed me something odd,
scratch marks all over the inside of the closet. The
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scratch marks weren't high up, they were about the height
of a cat or small dog. But like I said,
the cat wasn't in the closet, it wasn't even in
the room. I wasn't scared, but I knew something was
not right. I couldn't figure out exactly what was wrong,
but I felt uneasy. After that, the scratching sounds continued,
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and by this point they had almost completely ruined the
paint in the closet. There were also other strange things,
like the cat acting weird and a feeling of unease
in certain parts of the house. The garage and the
master bedroom felt especially off. I kept telling myself there
must be a logical explanation for everything. I didn't know
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what was going on, but I was too stubborn and
not thinking clearly. Then one day something happened that was
really creepy. It was so creepy that it made me
start wondering if there are things like gods, demons, ghosts,
and so on. My girlfriend invited me over, so I
asked my mom and she dropped me off. When I
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got there, I noticed there were no cars in her driveway.
My girlfriend opened the door after I knocked and let
me in. The first thing we did was go to
her room to watch Third Rock from the Sun. While
we were sitting there, we chatted a little, went to
the kitchen to grab some food, and then returned to
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her room to keep watching TV. After a while, we
turned off the TV and just started talking. But out
of nowhere, we heard her older sister yell her name
from right outside the door. We thought her family had
finally come home, so we went out to check, but strangely,
we couldn't find her anywhere. We even called out to her,
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but got no answer. We decided that maybe we just
imagined it, and the sound we heard had accidentally sounded
like her sister yelling her name. Like I said, we
were stubborn and not thinking clearly. We went back to
the bedroom and sat down, but this time we left
the door open, just in case her sister really did
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call for her and might try again. After a few moments,
we heard her sister call her name again, but this
time it didn't sound like it was coming from behind
the door. It felt like the whole house had called
her name. Not only was it loud and clear, but
the sound didn't change in tone or pitch. It was
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like a recording, repeating the exact same way her sister
had called her before. We searched the house as fast
as we could. We thought maybe her sister was playing
a prank on us, but once again we couldn't find
her anywhere. We couldn't even figure out where the sound
had come from, and we checked all the places where
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someone could hide. Still, we told ourselves it was probably
nothing to worry about. Then about an hour later, we
heard her dad's truck pulling up to the house. We
looked out the window to watch, and then the rear
passenger door opened and it was her sister. We were
completely confused and wondered when and how she had left
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so fast. We met them at the door and asked
her why she kept calling for her. She looked at us,
confused and a little worried. What she and her dad
told us still makes me feel uneasy to this day.
She told us she had been gone since six in
the morning, out shopping. We didn't believe her at first,
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so we tried to call her out, but her dad insisted.
He said they had really been out shopping all day.
After he said that, we told her sister that we
had heard a voice calling for Willow and it sounded
just like her. We also explained that when we tried
to find where the voice was coming from, we couldn't
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find anything. When we told her this, something seemed to
really shock and worry her sister. She went pale and
looked like she was going to be sick. She then
told me she needed to talk to my girlfriend in private,
so she took her to the back porch. I went
back to my girlfriend's room and sat on her bed
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waiting for her to return. After about five or ten minutes.
She came back looking a little worried, but she tried
to downplay what had just happened. I asked her if
everything was okay, she told me. She asked if we
had gone into her room, so I told her I did,
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and she got really mad. She said that if we
ever hear her voice while she's not home, we should
not go into her room. Right above her bed is
an attic, and she told me that one time, while
she was sleeping, she woke up in the middle of
the night and saw that the attic door above her
bed was cracked open. She told me she saw her
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own face staring back at her from inside the attic.
They moved out of that house years ago, and I've
been thinking about visiting the place, but I don't want
to be that weird person who knocks on a stranger's
door to ask about ghost and demon. Still, I would
really like to learn more about what we might have experienced.
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It's the only thing that makes me believe there could
be in afterlife, or at least that there are a
monster or demon in the world. When I was fifteen,
my family shifted to a new state and moved into
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a new house. Now, I got the biggest of the
three bedrooms upstairs, which felt special. It had a bathroom
and something unusual, a small door inside the closet. The
room was nice and had a bathroom, but there was
a small door inside the closet which was a bit creepy.
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The door was about two feet wide and three feet tall,
tucked at the back of the closet. I have always
been interested in the paranormal, and this door immediately made
me think of the one in the movie Coraline. When
I opened the door, I saw that insulation was blocking
the opening, but it looked like it had been moved,
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either pushed aside or pulled. Behind the door was a
small attic like space. The room was unfinished with bare
wooden walls, and it felt warmer than the rest of
the house. After looking around and not finding anything special,
I closed the door and forgot about it for the
next few weeks. That was until one day I woke
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up and found the small door open. At first, I
thought maybe I had opened it and just didn't remember,
so I walked over, closed it firmly, and decided not
to think much about it. But the next morning, when
I woke up, the door was open again. Now this
time I knew for sure that I had shut it
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tightly before going to bed, but then thought maybe one
of my siblings was playing a trick on me, even
though it didn't really seem like them to wake up
in the middle of the night just to prank me.
But I couldn't think of any other explanation. I asked
both of them many times, but they didn't seem to
care and said they had no idea what I was
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talking about. I even scared my little sister a bit
just by bringing it up. So that night I decided
to lock the door instead of just closing it. When
I went to lock it, I noticed something weird. The
lock wasn't on my side of the closet. It was
on the inside of the attic like room. This felt
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odd to me because the small room didn't seem useful
for anything other than storage. If it was meant for storage,
the lock should have been on the outside, where it
could be easily reached. I stood there for a moment,
staring at the knob, wondering why it was set up
like that. It almost felt like the door was designed
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to lock someone inside, which gave me an uneasy feeling still,
I locked the door from the inside and closed it.
I pulled and wiggled the door to make sure it
was really locked, and it stayed in place. Feeling sure
it was finally shut, I went to bed, but in
the morning the door was open again. So at this
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point I decided to tell my parents what had been
going on, but they both laughed it off, joking that
I must have a ghost in the house, and they
didn't believe a word I said. So I felt completely
on my own. But what happened next is something I
will never forget. I want to say first that I've
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never had sleep paralysis before, and I've never had it
again since this happened. So that day, I went to
my bedroom to take a nap. It was the middle
of the afternoon and the sun was shining brightly through
the blinds. The house was quiet, so I thought it
would be easy to relax and sleep. I don't remember
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falling asleep, but I do remember opening my eyes and
noticing the room was much darker. I was lying on
my side, and when I looked, I saw a dark
humanoid figure sitting next to my head on the bed.
It was completely black, like a three D shadow. I
was completely frozen, unable to move. It felt like hours,
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but in reality it was probably only a few seconds
before the room suddenly brightened with the warm afternoon sun.
The figure was gone. I stayed lying there, still in
the same position, too scared to move or even blink.
My heart was racing, and I couldn't understand what had
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just happened. It felt so real. This was the last
straw for me. I was terrified not just of the door,
but of whatever was connected to it. I grabbed one
of my scarves and tied it around the door knob,
connecting it to the shelf in my closet, and fortunately
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this worked. I moved out of that house three years later,
and a month ago my parents and sister also left,
but until the day they moved out, that scarf was
still tied to the door. I've never had sleep paralysis before,
and I'm not sure if that's what I experienced, but
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it never happened when the door was shut. I live
in a condo with my wife and child, and our
master bedroom has a walk in closet with a small
door or cover that leads to the attic. I don't
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think the attic connects to any other condo, but we
do share walls with neighbors on both sides. While I
was folding and putting away laundry, my wife walked in
from the bathroom. The bathroom in our master bedroom is
right across from the walk in closet, so their doors
face each other. She was about to ask me something
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when she gasped and told me look up, and I
felt a chill run through me. The small door to
the attic was out of place and slightly open. My
wife had been giving our child a bath near by
when she saw it. I froze for a moment, unsure
what to do. Then I pulled myself together and called
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nine one one. My wife quickly took our child downstairs
to get them both ready to leave. Meanwhile, I stayed upstairs,
keeping an eye on the attic opening. The police arrived
after what felt like forever and looked in the attic,
but they didn't find anything. There were no signs of
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forced entry, just the attic cover clearly moved and left open.
Now I'm sitting here alone, wondering if we overreacted or
what exactly happened, as neither my wife nor I bumped
or hid it and my child can't even reach the
attic access. The part that unsettles me the most is
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not knowing if it was moved from inside the attic
or from the closet below. There were no signs of
disturbed fiberglass near the attic entry or around my closet,
so it didn't look like anyone had been crawling around
or messing with things. I'm seriously thinking about putting a
lock on the attic access, but I'm not good at
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that kind of work. I wouldn't even know how to
start making a stronger lid or figuring out how to
add a lock. When I was about eight years old,
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we moved to a new house. It wasn't old, but
it wasn't brand new either. It was built around the
nineteen sixties, so it had some history to it. Everyone
got their own room, and this was the first time
I had my own space. I thought I was really
grown up and excited about it. Now, I like to
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think of myself as sensitive. Since I was a child,
I could always feel when something or some one was near,
even if no one else noticed. It wasn't just a
feeling I had during the day, but also at night,
when everything was quiet and I could feel that something
was there, but I didn't think much of it at
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first because it didn't feel very bad. There were three
rooms I really didn't like being in because the energy
felt dark and uneasy. These rooms were the basement, the bathroom,
and the attic. The basement always felt cold and I
would hear odd sounds from down there sometimes, even though
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I didn't mind being in the basement when I had
friends over, but when I was alone, I couldn't stay
there for more than five minutes. It always felt like
someone was watching me. In the bathroom, there was a
cabinet that was really deep. It was so big that
you could probably fit two grown men inside. I never
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understood why it was so large, but it didn't feel right.
I would often feel like I had to look inside
and just stare at it for a few minutes. Every
time I would get a very uneasy feeling. The attic
was a different story. I never opened the door. I
kept it shut all the time. There was something about
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it that made me feel like whatever was up there
didn't want anyone near it. One night, I was lying
in bed trying to sleep. It was about two forty
five a m. And everything was really quiet, Suddenly I
heard footsteps in the hallway outside my room. It wasn't loud,
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just soft steps, like someone was walking slowly. I thought
it was probably one of my brothers coming home late
from a night out with friends. But when I listened closely,
I realized it didn't sound like anyone I knew. The
steps didn't stop outside my door like usual, they just
kept going down the hall. My bedroom door was open,
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so I looked to see if anyone was walking around.
I stared for what felt like ten minutes, but no
one passed by. I started to get scared, so I
decided to wait and see what would happen. As my
eyes got used to the dark, I thought I saw
a human like shape in the corner of my room.
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I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks on me,
so I tried to turn over and go to sleep,
but I felt like I was being watched. At nine
years old, I thought it might be the Boogeyman, so
I quickly jumped out of bed and ran toward my
mom's room. Her room was only two doors down from mine,
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but the hallway always felt long and dark in the
middle of the night. To leave my room, I had
to pass a wall that was a little slanted, and
because of that, I had to walk sideways to get
around it. As I moved past the wall, I suddenly
felt two hands pressed down on my shoulders. It was
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as if someone was holding me in place. I was
completely trapped, like my own body wasn't listening to me.
Then all of a sudden, I could move again. I
ran as fast as I could down the small hallway
and jumped into my mom's bed. That whole night, I
kept hearing someone walking back and forth in the hallway,
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but I refused to look through the doorway. When I
say I didn't sleep that night, I mean I didn't
sleep that whole week. Every night after that I lay awake,
too scared to close my eyes. The next morning, I
walked into the hallway and by chance looked up. The
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door to the attic was wide open. My stomach dropped,
and I felt like it was in my throat. I
had a terrible feeling that whatever was in the attic
the night before had been in my room. I'm thankful
I got out of bed when I did, because if
I hadn't, I don't want to imagine what could have happened.
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I'm twenty two now, and I can still remember that
night like it was yesterday.
So when I was around thirteen, I was in a
relationship with a girl whom I visited pretty frequently. Her
home was not too far from mine, so it was
easy to stop by. Because I visited so often, I
got to know her really well. I also spent a
lot of time with her family, and they treated me
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like I was part of their home. I even got
used to the little details about their house, like how
it always smelled like freshly brewed coffee and how their
dog would greet me at the door. But something about
them felt a bit unusual. Then one day my girlfriend
told me her house was I didn't believe in ghost
(01:03):
so I just pretended to be interested to keep the
conversation going. But after some time I started noticing strange
things in the house that made me feel uneasy. I
ignored them, thinking there had to be a simple explanation.
Why call it something paranormal when it could just be normal.
(01:23):
But at first, it all began with small tapping sounds.
I thought the sounds were just the house creaking or
the wind. Living in Florida, it made sense that the
weather could cause those noises, so it seemed like the
most logical explanation. But then we started hearing scratching noises
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coming from her closet. We thought it was her cat.
She often brought the cat into her room and it
loved exploring and hiding in different spots. We also thought
maybe the cat had sneaked into the closet and we
accidentally shut the door. Maybe she was just trying to
get out at that moment. So we got up and
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opened the closet door, but there was nothing inside. It
felt strange, but I tried to brush it off and
told myself it was probably a mouse or a rat
in the walls. But then my girlfriend showed me something odd,
scratch marks all over the inside of the closet. The
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scratch marks weren't high up, they were about the height
of a cat or small dog. But like I said,
the cat wasn't in the closet, it wasn't even in
the room. I wasn't scared, but I knew something was
not right. I couldn't figure out exactly what was wrong,
but I felt uneasy. After that, the scratching sounds continued,
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and by this point they had almost completely ruined the
paint in the closet. There were also other strange things,
like the cat acting weird and a feeling of unease
in certain parts of the house. The garage and the
master bedroom felt especially off. I kept telling myself there
must be a logical explanation for everything. I didn't know
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what was going on, but I was too stubborn and
not thinking clearly. Then one day something happened that was
really creepy. It was so creepy that it made me
start wondering if there are things like gods, demons, ghosts,
and so on. My girlfriend invited me over, so I
asked my mom and she dropped me off. When I
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got there, I noticed there were no cars in her driveway.
My girlfriend opened the door after I knocked and let
me in. The first thing we did was go to
her room to watch Third Rock from the Sun. While
we were sitting there, we chatted a little, went to
the kitchen to grab some food, and then returned to
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her room to keep watching TV. After a while, we
turned off the TV and just started talking. But out
of nowhere, we heard her older sister yell her name
from right outside the door. We thought her family had
finally come home, so we went out to check, but strangely,
we couldn't find her anywhere. We even called out to her,
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but got no answer. We decided that maybe we just
imagined it, and the sound we heard had accidentally sounded
like her sister yelling her name. Like I said, we
were stubborn and not thinking clearly. We went back to
the bedroom and sat down, but this time we left
the door open, just in case her sister really did
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call for her and might try again. After a few moments,
we heard her sister call her name again, but this
time it didn't sound like it was coming from behind
the door. It felt like the whole house had called
her name. Not only was it loud and clear, but
the sound didn't change in tone or pitch. It was
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like a recording, repeating the exact same way her sister
had called her before. We searched the house as fast
as we could. We thought maybe her sister was playing
a prank on us, but once again we couldn't find
her anywhere. We couldn't even figure out where the sound
had come from, and we checked all the places where
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someone could hide. Still, we told ourselves it was probably
nothing to worry about. Then about an hour later, we
heard her dad's truck pulling up to the house. We
looked out the window to watch, and then the rear
passenger door opened and it was her sister. We were
completely confused and wondered when and how she had left
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so fast. We met them at the door and asked
her why she kept calling for her. She looked at us,
confused and a little worried. What she and her dad
told us still makes me feel uneasy to this day.
She told us she had been gone since six in
the morning, out shopping. We didn't believe her at first,
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so we tried to call her out, but her dad insisted.
He said they had really been out shopping all day.
After he said that, we told her sister that we
had heard a voice calling for Willow and it sounded
just like her. We also explained that when we tried
to find where the voice was coming from, we couldn't
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find anything. When we told her this, something seemed to
really shock and worry her sister. She went pale and
looked like she was going to be sick. She then
told me she needed to talk to my girlfriend in private,
so she took her to the back porch. I went
back to my girlfriend's room and sat on her bed
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waiting for her to return. After about five or ten minutes.
She came back looking a little worried, but she tried
to downplay what had just happened. I asked her if
everything was okay, she told me. She asked if we
had gone into her room, so I told her I did,
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and she got really mad. She said that if we
ever hear her voice while she's not home, we should
not go into her room. Right above her bed is
an attic, and she told me that one time, while
she was sleeping, she woke up in the middle of
the night and saw that the attic door above her
bed was cracked open. She told me she saw her
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own face staring back at her from inside the attic.
They moved out of that house years ago, and I've
been thinking about visiting the place, but I don't want
to be that weird person who knocks on a stranger's
door to ask about ghost and demon. Still, I would
really like to learn more about what we might have experienced.
(07:57):
It's the only thing that makes me believe there could
be in afterlife, or at least that there are a
monster or demon in the world. When I was fifteen,
my family shifted to a new state and moved into
(08:18):
a new house. Now, I got the biggest of the
three bedrooms upstairs, which felt special. It had a bathroom
and something unusual, a small door inside the closet. The
room was nice and had a bathroom, but there was
a small door inside the closet which was a bit creepy.
(08:40):
The door was about two feet wide and three feet tall,
tucked at the back of the closet. I have always
been interested in the paranormal, and this door immediately made
me think of the one in the movie Coraline. When
I opened the door, I saw that insulation was blocking
the opening, but it looked like it had been moved,
(09:00):
either pushed aside or pulled. Behind the door was a
small attic like space. The room was unfinished with bare
wooden walls, and it felt warmer than the rest of
the house. After looking around and not finding anything special,
I closed the door and forgot about it for the
next few weeks. That was until one day I woke
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up and found the small door open. At first, I
thought maybe I had opened it and just didn't remember,
so I walked over, closed it firmly, and decided not
to think much about it. But the next morning, when
I woke up, the door was open again. Now this
time I knew for sure that I had shut it
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tightly before going to bed, but then thought maybe one
of my siblings was playing a trick on me, even
though it didn't really seem like them to wake up
in the middle of the night just to prank me.
But I couldn't think of any other explanation. I asked
both of them many times, but they didn't seem to
care and said they had no idea what I was
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talking about. I even scared my little sister a bit
just by bringing it up. So that night I decided
to lock the door instead of just closing it. When
I went to lock it, I noticed something weird. The
lock wasn't on my side of the closet. It was
on the inside of the attic like room. This felt
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odd to me because the small room didn't seem useful
for anything other than storage. If it was meant for storage,
the lock should have been on the outside, where it
could be easily reached. I stood there for a moment,
staring at the knob, wondering why it was set up
like that. It almost felt like the door was designed
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to lock someone inside, which gave me an uneasy feeling still,
I locked the door from the inside and closed it.
I pulled and wiggled the door to make sure it
was really locked, and it stayed in place. Feeling sure
it was finally shut, I went to bed, but in
the morning the door was open again. So at this
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point I decided to tell my parents what had been
going on, but they both laughed it off, joking that
I must have a ghost in the house, and they
didn't believe a word I said. So I felt completely
on my own. But what happened next is something I
will never forget. I want to say first that I've
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never had sleep paralysis before, and I've never had it
again since this happened. So that day, I went to
my bedroom to take a nap. It was the middle
of the afternoon and the sun was shining brightly through
the blinds. The house was quiet, so I thought it
would be easy to relax and sleep. I don't remember
(12:00):
falling asleep, but I do remember opening my eyes and
noticing the room was much darker. I was lying on
my side, and when I looked, I saw a dark
humanoid figure sitting next to my head on the bed.
It was completely black, like a three D shadow. I
was completely frozen, unable to move. It felt like hours,
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but in reality it was probably only a few seconds
before the room suddenly brightened with the warm afternoon sun.
The figure was gone. I stayed lying there, still in
the same position, too scared to move or even blink.
My heart was racing, and I couldn't understand what had
(12:45):
just happened. It felt so real. This was the last
straw for me. I was terrified not just of the door,
but of whatever was connected to it. I grabbed one
of my scarves and tied it around the door knob,
connecting it to the shelf in my closet, and fortunately
(13:09):
this worked. I moved out of that house three years later,
and a month ago my parents and sister also left,
but until the day they moved out, that scarf was
still tied to the door. I've never had sleep paralysis before,
and I'm not sure if that's what I experienced, but
(13:30):
it never happened when the door was shut. I live
in a condo with my wife and child, and our
master bedroom has a walk in closet with a small
door or cover that leads to the attic. I don't
(13:53):
think the attic connects to any other condo, but we
do share walls with neighbors on both sides. While I
was folding and putting away laundry, my wife walked in
from the bathroom. The bathroom in our master bedroom is
right across from the walk in closet, so their doors
face each other. She was about to ask me something
(14:15):
when she gasped and told me look up, and I
felt a chill run through me. The small door to
the attic was out of place and slightly open. My
wife had been giving our child a bath near by
when she saw it. I froze for a moment, unsure
what to do. Then I pulled myself together and called
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nine one one. My wife quickly took our child downstairs
to get them both ready to leave. Meanwhile, I stayed upstairs,
keeping an eye on the attic opening. The police arrived
after what felt like forever and looked in the attic,
but they didn't find anything. There were no signs of
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forced entry, just the attic cover clearly moved and left open.
Now I'm sitting here alone, wondering if we overreacted or
what exactly happened, as neither my wife nor I bumped
or hid it and my child can't even reach the
attic access. The part that unsettles me the most is
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not knowing if it was moved from inside the attic
or from the closet below. There were no signs of
disturbed fiberglass near the attic entry or around my closet,
so it didn't look like anyone had been crawling around
or messing with things. I'm seriously thinking about putting a
lock on the attic access, but I'm not good at
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that kind of work. I wouldn't even know how to
start making a stronger lid or figuring out how to
add a lock. When I was about eight years old,
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we moved to a new house. It wasn't old, but
it wasn't brand new either. It was built around the
nineteen sixties, so it had some history to it. Everyone
got their own room, and this was the first time
I had my own space. I thought I was really
grown up and excited about it. Now, I like to
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think of myself as sensitive. Since I was a child,
I could always feel when something or some one was near,
even if no one else noticed. It wasn't just a
feeling I had during the day, but also at night,
when everything was quiet and I could feel that something
was there, but I didn't think much of it at
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first because it didn't feel very bad. There were three
rooms I really didn't like being in because the energy
felt dark and uneasy. These rooms were the basement, the bathroom,
and the attic. The basement always felt cold and I
would hear odd sounds from down there sometimes, even though
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I didn't mind being in the basement when I had
friends over, but when I was alone, I couldn't stay
there for more than five minutes. It always felt like
someone was watching me. In the bathroom, there was a
cabinet that was really deep. It was so big that
you could probably fit two grown men inside. I never
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understood why it was so large, but it didn't feel right.
I would often feel like I had to look inside
and just stare at it for a few minutes. Every
time I would get a very uneasy feeling. The attic
was a different story. I never opened the door. I
kept it shut all the time. There was something about
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it that made me feel like whatever was up there
didn't want anyone near it. One night, I was lying
in bed trying to sleep. It was about two forty
five a m. And everything was really quiet, Suddenly I
heard footsteps in the hallway outside my room. It wasn't loud,
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just soft steps, like someone was walking slowly. I thought
it was probably one of my brothers coming home late
from a night out with friends. But when I listened closely,
I realized it didn't sound like anyone I knew. The
steps didn't stop outside my door like usual, they just
kept going down the hall. My bedroom door was open,
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so I looked to see if anyone was walking around.
I stared for what felt like ten minutes, but no
one passed by. I started to get scared, so I
decided to wait and see what would happen. As my
eyes got used to the dark, I thought I saw
a human like shape in the corner of my room.
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I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks on me,
so I tried to turn over and go to sleep,
but I felt like I was being watched. At nine
years old, I thought it might be the Boogeyman, so
I quickly jumped out of bed and ran toward my
mom's room. Her room was only two doors down from mine,
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but the hallway always felt long and dark in the
middle of the night. To leave my room, I had
to pass a wall that was a little slanted, and
because of that, I had to walk sideways to get
around it. As I moved past the wall, I suddenly
felt two hands pressed down on my shoulders. It was
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as if someone was holding me in place. I was
completely trapped, like my own body wasn't listening to me.
Then all of a sudden, I could move again. I
ran as fast as I could down the small hallway
and jumped into my mom's bed. That whole night, I
kept hearing someone walking back and forth in the hallway,
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but I refused to look through the doorway. When I
say I didn't sleep that night, I mean I didn't
sleep that whole week. Every night after that I lay awake,
too scared to close my eyes. The next morning, I
walked into the hallway and by chance looked up. The
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door to the attic was wide open. My stomach dropped,
and I felt like it was in my throat. I
had a terrible feeling that whatever was in the attic
the night before had been in my room. I'm thankful
I got out of bed when I did, because if
I hadn't, I don't want to imagine what could have happened.
(20:41):
I'm twenty two now, and I can still remember that
night like it was yesterday.
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