#hauntings

[aninterestingurlhere]

the first thing i ever noticed in my house was about a year ish ago. there's an old tv mounted on my wall that i never bothered to take down because i'm lazy and didn't feel like it. i don't ever touch it anymore and haven't for a long time. its dusty as hell, so you notice when something changes. i had just walked into the room to lay down and scroll on my phone, and glanced up because i thought i saw a spider. my area gets cellar spiders constantly, so this wouldn't be weird. no spider, but there were two clear handprints in the dust on my old tv. higher than i'd be reaching without noticing, higher than i or any friend of mine had any reason to be reaching.

the handprints appear at random now. i have no idea why they're there or what is making them. the first two looked decently small, but they come in a variety of sizes. anytime i'm not looking at it for too long.

[sandovers]

I thought of Abi again, and then, intensely sweet and painful, the full glory of our joint efforts to transform this crushing everyday into something magical, to find goblins in the park and clay pipes in the garden, ghosts in the attic and witchery behind the lace curtains of withdrawn neighbours. The alchemy of our imaginations. I had been so adrift without it. The privets were choked with litter; the only incantations written on the concrete walls were the names of football teams and bands and doomed couples. I could not hold back the banality of this world on my own.

Will Maclean, The Apparition Phase

[barnabytrenton]

EVERY NIGHT AT 1:56 AM IN MY HOUSE SOMETHING MAKES EXACTLY 10 URGENT BEEPS. IT HAS DONE THIS FOR YEARS AND I CANNOT LOCATE THE SOURCE 👎

[justoneletter]

Absolutely no one, complete still silence:…

My disembodied voice haunting your apartment: .. ya poopin?

[sandovers]

I didn’t tell him: the ghosts I believe in weren’t trapped in the Spains’ bloodstains. They thronged the whole estate, whirling like great moths in and out of the empty doorways and over the expanses of cracked earth, battering against the sparse lighted windows, mouths stretched wide in silent howls: all the people who should have lived here. The young men who had dreamed of carrying their wives over these thresholds, the babies who should have been brought home from the hospital to soft nurseries in these rooms, the teenagers who should have had their first kisses leaning against lampposts that would never be lit. Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they’ve cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen.

Tana French, Broken Harbour

[lakelewisia]

Rushing out of doors to escape danger, clad only in a white nightgown, might have been gothic and romantic, but it wasn’t very practical. And whatever else may be said about her for having taken a job as a nanny in a house notoriously haunted and (only slightly less notoriously) unoccupied by any children, she was nothing if not practical. From her first night in its seemingly empty halls, she slept in heavy-weight flannel pajamas--with good, deep pockets--with a pair of slip-on shoes at the bedside, and she didn’t plan on fleeing from threats, whatever her attire.

[paranormalexposure]

The spirit that haunts the hallway.

So, to start this off. My family and I moved to our current place 5-6 years ago. At my old house we had multiple occurrences and before my mom and dad even bought the place, my grandma took one look at it and told my mother to not buy the house because it was busy. Of course, being the white dad my dad was. He fell in love with the place and bought it. When we ended up losing the house my mom went on the last day we could be there and invited whatever was in the house to follow us because "they never hurt us". Despite me being absolutely terrified of one spirit and my step dad feeling unsettled.      Anyways! At our current house there is something that lurks in the hallway of all the bedroom and the top of the stairs. The second you come out of a room at night its like the spirit rushes at you and keeps itself right behind you. Looming over you and its just a heavy feeling you get. I feel it, my step dad feels it, and two of my friends (that I know of) feels it. My mother does not feel it as such and that is troubling to me.     One of the things this spirit loves to do is open doors. One night I was staying up extra late and our front door ended up slamming, but when my step dad went to go check the door was still locked and no one was outside. Out of the 6 people who live here it was only my mom, step dad, and I. Another time I was letting our dogs out and I know 100% I closed the back door. I was hanging out in the side room and next thing I know is the dogs are coming inside all giddy and happy. Confused, I poked my head into the main room and our backdoor was wide open and there was no one in sight.   A troubling thing is that this spirit has followed a friend home, one time she was spending the night and ended up seeing a tall shadow. Aright after that she had some weird happenings in her hallway. Footsteps, and she even heard someone messing around in the room next to hers when there was no one in it. When she confronted this spirit she got this sudden sharp pain and there was this red mark as if someone had jabbed her with a sharp nail or something. (I have a photo but idk if she'll let me post it. If she does I'll send it in) The only area I'm allowed to cleanse is my room/myself because my mother thinks that because this spirit is nice to her that it must be her father so no matter how many times I cleanse there is no way to get rid of this spirit until I'm allowed to cleanse the whole house. This spirit knows that my mother won't allow me to chase it out and it plays into it. I'm ready to go rounds with this spirit like it just needs to piss off and let my friends and family live in peace.