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Speaker 1 (00:20):
Back in twenty thirteen, when I was around seventeen, my
family was checking out a house. The owner showed up
to talk with my parents. He seemed like a nice
older man and mentioned that he had built the house himself.
I stayed back watching as everyone talked. While the owner
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was chatting and laughing with my parents, there was a
moment when the conversation paused. Then suddenly he turned away
from them and his expression completely changed. His happy face
turned into the most sinister and hateful look I had
ever seen. I don't think he saw me watching him.
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It probably looked like I was on my phone since
my head was down, but I was keeping an eye
on him the whole time. As soon as he turned
back to my parents, his face changed again and he
started smiling like nothing had happened. It gave me the creeps,
and I felt a nod in my stomach. Later I
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told my mom.
Speaker 2 (01:22):
About what I saw.
Speaker 1 (01:24):
She agreed it was weird, but said maybe he was
just socially awkward or something. She didn't seem too worried
about it. We ended up buying the house anyway, thinking
it was a great deal and a nice place to live.
After we moved in, things seemed normal at first. Then
the next weekend, my family decided to go to church.
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I wasn't in the mood to go, so I told
them i'd stay home. They didn't mind and left me
there alone in the house. At the time, I didn't
think anything of it. So it was Sunday morning, around
eleven a m. When I heard really loud banging outside.
The sound was rhythmic and coming from the side of
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the house. I was upstairs on the other side of
the house, so I couldn't see what it was. Honestly,
I thought it might just be the wind since it
was a stormy day. I didn't think much about it
and ignored it. After about five minutes, the banging stopped.
Then about ten minutes later, I started hearing footsteps downstairs.
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It sounded like someone walking around. I could hear chairs
being moved, kitchen cabinets opening, and even the fridge door
being opened. I quickly and quietly locked my bedroom door,
trying not to make any noise. I grabbed my baseball
bat from the corner of the room. Then I picked
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up my phone and called nine one one, my hands
shaking as I told them my address and explained what
was happening while I was on the call. I sent
a quick text to my mom. I tried to stay calm,
but then I heard footsteps coming toward the stairs. The
house is pretty thin, so I could hear exactly where
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the person was walking. Around that time, my mom texted back,
saying she was on her way home. My mom was
thirty minutes away. So there I was a seventeen year
old girl, just five feet two and barely one hundred pounds,
hiding in my room. I knew if he got in,
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he could easily overpower me and take the bat. I
was so scared I could barely think straight. I heard
him walking down the hallway, getting closer to my door.
Then I saw the handle turn. It stopped because the
door was locked. He just stood there. He didn't move.
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I could hear his breathing through the door. Those ten
seconds felt like the longest of my life. I heard
him turn around and walk back down the hallway. Then
I heard the back door open and shut. About three
minutes later, the police arrived. The nine one one operator
asked if I could let them in or if they
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needed to break the door. Since I was sure he
had left, I went downstairs and let them in, but
when they checked the house, there was no one there,
no signs of forced entry, nothing at all. It was
like he had just disappeared. When my mom got home,
she looked at my stepdad and asked if he had
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changed the locks. He said he hadn't. The creepiest part,
and what really proved my story, was the hallway. My
mom had just vacuumed it earlier that day, so it
was spotless, but now there were shoe prints bigger than
anyone in our house could have made. The police hadn't
gone upstairs, so the prince could and be theirs, and
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the prince stopped right outside my bedroom door. We changed
the locks the next day and added extra security, but
I never felt safe in that house again. Even now,
I get chills thinking about how close I was to
whoever or whatever was on the other side of that door.
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My wife and I bought a house in rural Missouri,
which was built in nineteen ninety seven. Now the first
owner passed away in twenty twenty two after in serious illness.
Speaker 2 (05:41):
While he was.
Speaker 1 (05:42):
Sick, he stayed in a room that wasn't the master bedroom.
His wife lived there for many years after he was gone.
She didn't want to sell the house, but had to
because she couldn't keep up with the mortgage payments. When
we first started moving in, we stayed at a hotel
twenty miles away. The house used to be a horse
ranch and is deep in the country side. Then one
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day I turned on a hallway light and left it
on all day and night, but I found it turned
off three times that same day. This hallway is very dark,
and it's near the bedroom and bathroom where the man
stayed when he was sick. My wife and I were
busy moving in, so we kept going back and forth
between Walmart the hotel and grabbing food during the day.
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It was a lot of running around and we were
both tired. When I finally got back to the house,
I noticed the hallway light was off again. I casually
asked my wife if she had turned it off. She
looked confused and said no, why. Feeling frustrated, I told
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her it must have been her. When I looked at
the light switch, it was clear that it clicks on
and off firmly. Earlier that same day, I was the
first one to go into the house while my wife
was in the barn about two hundred feet away. We
had left our dogs in the laundry room overnight, and
this was the first time we came back to the
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house that day. I went out onto the back patio
through the sliding door and opened the outside door to
the laundry room to let the dogs out. I stepped
into the laundry room and closed the door behind me.
I tried to turn the laundry door handle. It doesn't lock,
but I couldn't.
Speaker 2 (07:29):
Move it at all.
Speaker 1 (07:31):
It wouldn't budge. So I went back out to the
patio and into the house through the sliding door. When
I tried to open the laundry door from the inside,
it opened easily, with no problem at all. The door
and hardware are in great shape, almost like new. Maybe
this means nothing, but it felt strange. I decided to
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leave the hallway light on again. We went out for
dinner and came back in the evening. The hallway light
was still on. That night, we put the pugs in
the laundry room and left for the hotel. When we
came back the next day, we found the pugs had
gotten out of the laundry room and chewed up several things.
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Now we have an ADT alarm system with motion detectors inside,
but it didn't go off, and the dogs were all
over the house. We drive trucks for a living, so
we're away for a week or two at a time.
Normally at our old house, a lady takes care of
our animals. But here's the thing. How could a small
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dog reach up and pull down on the door handle
not a knob to open the door if it has
to be pulled down and opens towards you. The dogs
aren't tall enough to reach the handle, So how could
the dog get out three times like this night after night?
It would be easy to see if the dog jumped up,
pulled the handle down, and the door pushed out, But
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the door has to be pulled inward after the handle
is pulled down to get out. What's strange is that
every time we got back, the door was always closed.
When the dogs got out, I gave the handle a
quick pull down and the door swung open inward on
its own. But it seems impossible for the door to
close by itself because it only swung inward away from closing.
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Some one would definitely have to pull it closed. My
dogs aren't smart enough to close the door, or they
would have been stuck inside like they were when I
put them in there. If this doesn't make sense to you,
maybe what happened next will On the fourth night, I
was going to open the door to the bedroom where
the sick owner stayed before going into hospice care. I
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pulled down on the door handle, but it wouldn't move.
Not only was it stuck, but the door didn't have
any give in it at all. Before this, the door
had a little movement. When I went in. It felt
like something on the other side was using all its
strength to push against the door. The handle wouldn't move.
It's a lockable handle. As I pushed on it, but
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then suddenly it gave way like someone had quickly let
go of it. This really scared me, and I almost
ran outside to my wife in the pickup. The door
handle made no noise when it released, none at all.
It was more than spine tingling. It really scared me.
I was so scared. I can't even explain it. Right now,
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we aren't living in the house because it flooded a
few weeks ago. We're back in California waiting for possible repairs.
Since we've been here in California, the alarm has gone
off several times. The last alarm went off a few
days ago. A DT said the front door was opened
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and there was motion in the front room, but the
officer said everything was secure. This has happened twice. It's
been quiet since then, but we're not sure if we
want to live there even after the house is repaired.
As believers, we're not sure what to do. We tried
blessing the house, but some of this strange stuff has
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happened even after we left. Evil definitely exists, but I
don't want it in my house.
Speaker 2 (11:25):
This is not a joke.
Speaker 1 (11:27):
God forbid that alarm goes off in the middle of
the night again. Most people watch those ghost hunter shows
and don't take them seriously, but I do. I don't
think I can stay in the house alone. So far,
my wife hasn't been bothered by anything I told her.
If we do move back in, I'm putting a lot
of crosses all over the house. The owner's wife lied
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about the property to make a sale, and I was
so upset that I destroyed an item they left on
the property that was meant for a dead relative. House
else was also left with a lot of trash. I've
tried to fix what I destroyed, but I can't find
the missing pieces after all these months. A few years ago,
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my mom, my brother, and I moved from downstate to
upstate New York after we finished high school, and we
ended up in a neighborhood mostly filled with older people.
Our house used to belong to an elderly couple, but
they didn't pass away, they just moved out. In the
first year of living there, not much strange stuff happened.
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The only thing was hearing footsteps in my mom's bedroom
upstairs while I was in the basement. I was the
only one home, so.
Speaker 2 (12:48):
It was odd.
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I tried to tell myself it was just house noises,
but I didn't really believe that. That same year, on
Thanksgiving morning, I was in charge of loading all the
food we made into the car parked in the driveway.
It was a chilly morning, and I was rushing a
little to make sure everything fit without messing up the
pies or castles. As I carefully placed the last pie
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into the car, I suddenly heard an older woman's voice
behind me.
Speaker 2 (13:18):
She said, you'd better be careful with that.
Speaker 1 (13:22):
She sounded like she was teasing me. I clearly remember
rolling my eyes. Since I was facing the house and
had my back to her, I put on a polite smile,
ready to turn around and chat with her. But when
I turned around, there was no one. I looked up
and down the street, thinking maybe the old woman had
been walking by and moved along, but I didn't see anyone.
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For a moment, I thought I must have imagined it,
but it felt too real to be in my head.
I figured it had to be my brother playing a
joke on me, maybe pretending to sound like an old lady.
I checked the porch and the garage to find him,
but he wasn't there either. My mom came outside right then,
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and I asked her if she had told me to
be careful. She said no and looked confused. I think
that was the day I started to believe in ghost
or whatever.
Speaker 2 (14:17):
That was.
Speaker 1 (14:19):
A month later, during winter break, I was back at home,
curled up in my bed. Everything was quiet until I
suddenly heard a soft sobbing sound coming from somewhere near by.
The crying sounded muffled, so I thought it might be
my mom. I was about to go check on her
when she texted me, Hey, are you okay? I replied yes, why.
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She said, I heard crying and thought it was you.
Speaker 1 (14:49):
I told her I thought it was either her or
the dog, but she said no, the dog was asleep
at the end of her bed. We both decided it
must have been the wind or maybe a coyote. But
to me, it sounded way too human and way too
sad to be either of those. Then one day I
asked my mom what she thought about everything, the footsteps,
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the old woman, and the crying. She said, she thinks
it might be Grandma, my grandmother. Her mom had passed
away about six months after we moved into our new house.
I asked her why she thought it was Grandma. She
said sometimes she hears knocking on her door and thinks
it's me or my brother, but then she remembers we're
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both away at college. I didn't tell my mom, but
I don't think it's Grandma. She never came to this
house because she got sick the day we moved in
and never got the chance to visit. Also, the voice
I heard on Thanksgiving didn't sound like her at all.
Grandma's voice was soft and calm, but this voice was
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sharp and unpleasant. When I was about twelve years old,
living in Kansas, something really disturbing happened that I'll never forget.
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So I was in my room, sitting on the floor
playing Halo on my old Xbox. My parents had gone
out to run errands, and my older sister was working
a shift at her job, so I was home alone, well,
not completely alone. I had our two dogs with me.
One was a little terrier and the other was a bechamfreeze.
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They weren't big guard dogs, more like little alarms that
barked at anything unusual. I had stayed home alone before,
so it wasn't a big deal. We lived in a
pretty safe neighborhood where nothing bad ever really happened, except
for one time when someone spray painted kk K graffiti
on some park equipment nearby. Anyway, I was relaxing in
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my chair, fully in gamer mode. I had a bag
of Dorito's in one hand and my controller in the other,
totally focused on my game. That's when I heard it,
the clear sound of my front door opening and then closing,
like someone had just come into the house. The room
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I was in faced the backyard, so I couldn't see
the front door or who might be coming in. When
I heard the sound of the door opening and closing.
My two dogs immediately perked up and bolted into the
living room. I thought it must be my parents coming
home early. Maybe they'd finished their errands faster than expected,
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but still something about it felt off. Just to be sure,
I called out, Mom, Dad, is that you. My echoed
through the house, but no one answered, which made me
feel a little nervous. I've always been a bit paranoid,
probably because strange things seemed to happen around me. My
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dogs weren't barking like they usually do when someone comes home,
and that felt strange. I paused my game and got
up to check. I walked into the living room, but
there was no one there. That's when I started to
feel uneasy. The hairs on the back of my neck
stood up. I was sure I had heard someone come in.
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I wasn't wearing headphones and the TV was turned down low.
I had music playing softly in the background, so I
knew the sound didn't come from my game. As soon
as I realized something was off, I went straight to
my parents closet and grabbed my baseball bat. That's just
what you do in the Midwest when you think there
might be trouble. You get ready to defend yourself. So
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I walked back into the living room, holding the baseball
bat in front of me, like I knew what I
was doing. I decided to call my dad first, but
he didn't answer. Then I tried my mom, no answer
from her either. Feeling more nervous, I called two of
my best friends, but they didn't pick up either. My
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twelve year old brain immediately jumped to the worst possible thought,
what if something terrible happened to all of them? For
the first time in my life, I decided to call
nine one one. The nine one to one operator told
me to stay calm and said the police were on
their way. But staying calm wasn't easy. There was a
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hallway near my front door, and I couldn't shake the
feeling that someone was hiding there, waiting to jump out
and scare me. Or worse, my two dogs were right
next to me, both staring at the hallway too. That
made it evy harder to stay calm. If they were
acting like something was wrong, I knew I wasn't imagining things.
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My fear kept growing and I couldn't take my eyes
off that hallway. I stood there, frozen in place for
what felt like forever, but it was probably only a
few minutes. The operator kept telling me to stay calm.
Just then, thankfully, my parents opened the front door. My
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dad looked at me.
Speaker 2 (20:31):
And asked, what the heck are you doing.
Speaker 1 (20:35):
I quickly explained what was going on. He didn't waste
any time. He grabbed his pistol from the front room
and we got ready to check the house. I always
thought it would be cool to go around clearing rooms
like a swat team, but man, I was so scared.
Every time we opened a bedroom door, my heart was racing.
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We didn't find anything, though. The police showed up soon after,
and they told us that this kind of thing had
been happening for the past few weeks. Apparently people were
waiting until home owners left checking the door, and if
it was unlocked, they'd go in and steal things. The
police said, whoever it was probably left when they heard
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someone was home. But that didn't sit right with me
because I only heard the door open and close once.
Back in twenty thirteen, when I was around seventeen, my
family was checking out a house. The owner showed up
to talk with my parents. He seemed like a nice
older man and mentioned that he had built the house himself.
I stayed back watching as everyone talked. While the owner
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was chatting and laughing with my parents, there was a
moment when the conversation paused. Then suddenly he turned away
from them and his expression completely changed. His happy face
turned into the most sinister and hateful look I had
ever seen. I don't think he saw me watching him.
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It probably looked like I was on my phone since
my head was down, but I was keeping an eye
on him the whole time. As soon as he turned
back to my parents, his face changed again and he
started smiling like nothing had happened. It gave me the creeps,
and I felt a nod in my stomach. Later I
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told my mom.
Speaker 2 (01:22):
About what I saw.
Speaker 1 (01:24):
She agreed it was weird, but said maybe he was
just socially awkward or something. She didn't seem too worried
about it. We ended up buying the house anyway, thinking
it was a great deal and a nice place to live.
After we moved in, things seemed normal at first. Then
the next weekend, my family decided to go to church.
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I wasn't in the mood to go, so I told
them i'd stay home. They didn't mind and left me
there alone in the house. At the time, I didn't
think anything of it. So it was Sunday morning, around
eleven a m. When I heard really loud banging outside.
The sound was rhythmic and coming from the side of
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the house. I was upstairs on the other side of
the house, so I couldn't see what it was. Honestly,
I thought it might just be the wind since it
was a stormy day. I didn't think much about it
and ignored it. After about five minutes, the banging stopped.
Then about ten minutes later, I started hearing footsteps downstairs.
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It sounded like someone walking around. I could hear chairs
being moved, kitchen cabinets opening, and even the fridge door
being opened. I quickly and quietly locked my bedroom door,
trying not to make any noise. I grabbed my baseball
bat from the corner of the room. Then I picked
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up my phone and called nine one one, my hands
shaking as I told them my address and explained what
was happening while I was on the call. I sent
a quick text to my mom. I tried to stay calm,
but then I heard footsteps coming toward the stairs. The
house is pretty thin, so I could hear exactly where
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the person was walking. Around that time, my mom texted back,
saying she was on her way home. My mom was
thirty minutes away. So there I was a seventeen year
old girl, just five feet two and barely one hundred pounds,
hiding in my room. I knew if he got in,
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he could easily overpower me and take the bat. I
was so scared I could barely think straight. I heard
him walking down the hallway, getting closer to my door.
Then I saw the handle turn. It stopped because the
door was locked. He just stood there. He didn't move.
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I could hear his breathing through the door. Those ten
seconds felt like the longest of my life. I heard
him turn around and walk back down the hallway. Then
I heard the back door open and shut. About three
minutes later, the police arrived. The nine one one operator
asked if I could let them in or if they
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needed to break the door. Since I was sure he
had left, I went downstairs and let them in, but
when they checked the house, there was no one there,
no signs of forced entry, nothing at all. It was
like he had just disappeared. When my mom got home,
she looked at my stepdad and asked if he had
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changed the locks. He said he hadn't. The creepiest part,
and what really proved my story, was the hallway. My
mom had just vacuumed it earlier that day, so it
was spotless, but now there were shoe prints bigger than
anyone in our house could have made. The police hadn't
gone upstairs, so the prince could and be theirs, and
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the prince stopped right outside my bedroom door. We changed
the locks the next day and added extra security, but
I never felt safe in that house again. Even now,
I get chills thinking about how close I was to
whoever or whatever was on the other side of that door.
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My wife and I bought a house in rural Missouri,
which was built in nineteen ninety seven. Now the first
owner passed away in twenty twenty two after in serious illness.
Speaker 2 (05:41):
While he was.
Speaker 1 (05:42):
Sick, he stayed in a room that wasn't the master bedroom.
His wife lived there for many years after he was gone.
She didn't want to sell the house, but had to
because she couldn't keep up with the mortgage payments. When
we first started moving in, we stayed at a hotel
twenty miles away. The house used to be a horse
ranch and is deep in the country side. Then one
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day I turned on a hallway light and left it
on all day and night, but I found it turned
off three times that same day. This hallway is very dark,
and it's near the bedroom and bathroom where the man
stayed when he was sick. My wife and I were
busy moving in, so we kept going back and forth
between Walmart the hotel and grabbing food during the day.
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It was a lot of running around and we were
both tired. When I finally got back to the house,
I noticed the hallway light was off again. I casually
asked my wife if she had turned it off. She
looked confused and said no, why. Feeling frustrated, I told
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her it must have been her. When I looked at
the light switch, it was clear that it clicks on
and off firmly. Earlier that same day, I was the
first one to go into the house while my wife
was in the barn about two hundred feet away. We
had left our dogs in the laundry room overnight, and
this was the first time we came back to the
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house that day. I went out onto the back patio
through the sliding door and opened the outside door to
the laundry room to let the dogs out. I stepped
into the laundry room and closed the door behind me.
I tried to turn the laundry door handle. It doesn't lock,
but I couldn't.
Speaker 2 (07:29):
Move it at all.
Speaker 1 (07:31):
It wouldn't budge. So I went back out to the
patio and into the house through the sliding door. When
I tried to open the laundry door from the inside,
it opened easily, with no problem at all. The door
and hardware are in great shape, almost like new. Maybe
this means nothing, but it felt strange. I decided to
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leave the hallway light on again. We went out for
dinner and came back in the evening. The hallway light
was still on. That night, we put the pugs in
the laundry room and left for the hotel. When we
came back the next day, we found the pugs had
gotten out of the laundry room and chewed up several things.
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Now we have an ADT alarm system with motion detectors inside,
but it didn't go off, and the dogs were all
over the house. We drive trucks for a living, so
we're away for a week or two at a time.
Normally at our old house, a lady takes care of
our animals. But here's the thing. How could a small
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dog reach up and pull down on the door handle
not a knob to open the door if it has
to be pulled down and opens towards you. The dogs
aren't tall enough to reach the handle, So how could
the dog get out three times like this night after night?
It would be easy to see if the dog jumped up,
pulled the handle down, and the door pushed out, But
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the door has to be pulled inward after the handle
is pulled down to get out. What's strange is that
every time we got back, the door was always closed.
When the dogs got out, I gave the handle a
quick pull down and the door swung open inward on
its own. But it seems impossible for the door to
close by itself because it only swung inward away from closing.
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Some one would definitely have to pull it closed. My
dogs aren't smart enough to close the door, or they
would have been stuck inside like they were when I
put them in there. If this doesn't make sense to you,
maybe what happened next will On the fourth night, I
was going to open the door to the bedroom where
the sick owner stayed before going into hospice care. I
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pulled down on the door handle, but it wouldn't move.
Not only was it stuck, but the door didn't have
any give in it at all. Before this, the door
had a little movement. When I went in. It felt
like something on the other side was using all its
strength to push against the door. The handle wouldn't move.
It's a lockable handle. As I pushed on it, but
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then suddenly it gave way like someone had quickly let
go of it. This really scared me, and I almost
ran outside to my wife in the pickup. The door
handle made no noise when it released, none at all.
It was more than spine tingling. It really scared me.
I was so scared. I can't even explain it. Right now,
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we aren't living in the house because it flooded a
few weeks ago. We're back in California waiting for possible repairs.
Since we've been here in California, the alarm has gone
off several times. The last alarm went off a few
days ago. A DT said the front door was opened
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and there was motion in the front room, but the
officer said everything was secure. This has happened twice. It's
been quiet since then, but we're not sure if we
want to live there even after the house is repaired.
As believers, we're not sure what to do. We tried
blessing the house, but some of this strange stuff has
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happened even after we left. Evil definitely exists, but I
don't want it in my house.
Speaker 2 (11:25):
This is not a joke.
Speaker 1 (11:27):
God forbid that alarm goes off in the middle of
the night again. Most people watch those ghost hunter shows
and don't take them seriously, but I do. I don't
think I can stay in the house alone. So far,
my wife hasn't been bothered by anything I told her.
If we do move back in, I'm putting a lot
of crosses all over the house. The owner's wife lied
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about the property to make a sale, and I was
so upset that I destroyed an item they left on
the property that was meant for a dead relative. House
else was also left with a lot of trash. I've
tried to fix what I destroyed, but I can't find
the missing pieces after all these months. A few years ago,
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my mom, my brother, and I moved from downstate to
upstate New York after we finished high school, and we
ended up in a neighborhood mostly filled with older people.
Our house used to belong to an elderly couple, but
they didn't pass away, they just moved out. In the
first year of living there, not much strange stuff happened.
(12:41):
The only thing was hearing footsteps in my mom's bedroom
upstairs while I was in the basement. I was the
only one home, so.
Speaker 2 (12:48):
It was odd.
Speaker 1 (12:50):
I tried to tell myself it was just house noises,
but I didn't really believe that. That same year, on
Thanksgiving morning, I was in charge of loading all the
food we made into the car parked in the driveway.
It was a chilly morning, and I was rushing a
little to make sure everything fit without messing up the
pies or castles. As I carefully placed the last pie
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into the car, I suddenly heard an older woman's voice
behind me.
Speaker 2 (13:18):
She said, you'd better be careful with that.
Speaker 1 (13:22):
She sounded like she was teasing me. I clearly remember
rolling my eyes. Since I was facing the house and
had my back to her, I put on a polite smile,
ready to turn around and chat with her. But when
I turned around, there was no one. I looked up
and down the street, thinking maybe the old woman had
been walking by and moved along, but I didn't see anyone.
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For a moment, I thought I must have imagined it,
but it felt too real to be in my head.
I figured it had to be my brother playing a
joke on me, maybe pretending to sound like an old lady.
I checked the porch and the garage to find him,
but he wasn't there either. My mom came outside right then,
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and I asked her if she had told me to
be careful. She said no and looked confused. I think
that was the day I started to believe in ghost
or whatever.
Speaker 2 (14:17):
That was.
Speaker 1 (14:19):
A month later, during winter break, I was back at home,
curled up in my bed. Everything was quiet until I
suddenly heard a soft sobbing sound coming from somewhere near by.
The crying sounded muffled, so I thought it might be
my mom. I was about to go check on her
when she texted me, Hey, are you okay? I replied yes, why.
Speaker 2 (14:44):
She said, I heard crying and thought it was you.
Speaker 1 (14:49):
I told her I thought it was either her or
the dog, but she said no, the dog was asleep
at the end of her bed. We both decided it
must have been the wind or maybe a coyote. But
to me, it sounded way too human and way too
sad to be either of those. Then one day I
asked my mom what she thought about everything, the footsteps,
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the old woman, and the crying. She said, she thinks
it might be Grandma, my grandmother. Her mom had passed
away about six months after we moved into our new house.
I asked her why she thought it was Grandma. She
said sometimes she hears knocking on her door and thinks
it's me or my brother, but then she remembers we're
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both away at college. I didn't tell my mom, but
I don't think it's Grandma. She never came to this
house because she got sick the day we moved in
and never got the chance to visit. Also, the voice
I heard on Thanksgiving didn't sound like her at all.
Grandma's voice was soft and calm, but this voice was
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sharp and unpleasant. When I was about twelve years old,
living in Kansas, something really disturbing happened that I'll never forget.
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So I was in my room, sitting on the floor
playing Halo on my old Xbox. My parents had gone
out to run errands, and my older sister was working
a shift at her job, so I was home alone, well,
not completely alone. I had our two dogs with me.
One was a little terrier and the other was a bechamfreeze.
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They weren't big guard dogs, more like little alarms that
barked at anything unusual. I had stayed home alone before,
so it wasn't a big deal. We lived in a
pretty safe neighborhood where nothing bad ever really happened, except
for one time when someone spray painted kk K graffiti
on some park equipment nearby. Anyway, I was relaxing in
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my chair, fully in gamer mode. I had a bag
of Dorito's in one hand and my controller in the other,
totally focused on my game. That's when I heard it,
the clear sound of my front door opening and then closing,
like someone had just come into the house. The room
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I was in faced the backyard, so I couldn't see
the front door or who might be coming in. When
I heard the sound of the door opening and closing.
My two dogs immediately perked up and bolted into the
living room. I thought it must be my parents coming
home early. Maybe they'd finished their errands faster than expected,
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but still something about it felt off. Just to be sure,
I called out, Mom, Dad, is that you. My echoed
through the house, but no one answered, which made me
feel a little nervous. I've always been a bit paranoid,
probably because strange things seemed to happen around me. My
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dogs weren't barking like they usually do when someone comes home,
and that felt strange. I paused my game and got
up to check. I walked into the living room, but
there was no one there. That's when I started to
feel uneasy. The hairs on the back of my neck
stood up. I was sure I had heard someone come in.
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I wasn't wearing headphones and the TV was turned down low.
I had music playing softly in the background, so I
knew the sound didn't come from my game. As soon
as I realized something was off, I went straight to
my parents closet and grabbed my baseball bat. That's just
what you do in the Midwest when you think there
might be trouble. You get ready to defend yourself. So
(18:59):
I walked back into the living room, holding the baseball
bat in front of me, like I knew what I
was doing. I decided to call my dad first, but
he didn't answer. Then I tried my mom, no answer
from her either. Feeling more nervous, I called two of
my best friends, but they didn't pick up either. My
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twelve year old brain immediately jumped to the worst possible thought,
what if something terrible happened to all of them? For
the first time in my life, I decided to call
nine one one. The nine one to one operator told
me to stay calm and said the police were on
their way. But staying calm wasn't easy. There was a
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hallway near my front door, and I couldn't shake the
feeling that someone was hiding there, waiting to jump out
and scare me. Or worse, my two dogs were right
next to me, both staring at the hallway too. That
made it evy harder to stay calm. If they were
acting like something was wrong, I knew I wasn't imagining things.
(20:07):
My fear kept growing and I couldn't take my eyes
off that hallway. I stood there, frozen in place for
what felt like forever, but it was probably only a
few minutes. The operator kept telling me to stay calm.
Just then, thankfully, my parents opened the front door. My
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dad looked at me.
Speaker 2 (20:31):
And asked, what the heck are you doing.
Speaker 1 (20:35):
I quickly explained what was going on. He didn't waste
any time. He grabbed his pistol from the front room
and we got ready to check the house. I always
thought it would be cool to go around clearing rooms
like a swat team, but man, I was so scared.
Every time we opened a bedroom door, my heart was racing.
(20:58):
We didn't find anything, though. The police showed up soon after,
and they told us that this kind of thing had
been happening for the past few weeks. Apparently people were
waiting until home owners left checking the door, and if
it was unlocked, they'd go in and steal things. The
police said, whoever it was probably left when they heard
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someone was home. But that didn't sit right with me
because I only heard the door open and close once.
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