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Hey all! Mod James let me know that the submit button wasn’t working--it’s fixed now, so please submit away! Be sure you read the rules first. Thanks in advance for sharing your experiences with us! -mod Fey
Mod Fey’s Experience: The Hallway
I’d posted this a few years ago but it accidentally got deleted, whoops! I suppose it's time to share my family ghost story! My grandparents had an old house in Shaler Township, PA (It's a bit North of Pittsburgh.) It was built very close to the hillside, only a two-foot gap (at best!) existed between it and the hill. There was a large porch with a crawlspace under it, an upstairs floor with very few windows, a large basement painted gray everywhere (even the floor), and the hallway with dark doors leading to the bar room (Pap had a... bit of a drinking problem, to put it nicely), bedroom and closet on one side, and the other side had openings into the kitchen and living room. I HATED that hallway. It was always darker than it should have been—the wallpaper was a cream color, and there was a nightlight in it that was always on. It had this awful feeling about it, and even though I was a child who couldn't recognize that feeling, I was always afraid of it. Although it was much easier to go through the hallway to the bathroom if you were in the living room, I would circle all the way around. I would do ANYTHING to avoid that hallway. If I was in the bar, I'd run across it as fast as I could into the kitchen.
One day, my mother, grandma and Aunt J were talking. It was that whispered kind of conversation that they obviously didn't want me or my cousins to overhear, but I pretended to be playing in an area where I could hear them talking about ghosts. This was very unusual, as my aunt was your typical suburbanite mother, and none of them had ever expressed any interest in the paranormal, they didn't even watch fantasy or horror movies. This made the story much creepier to me, because there was no way I could dismiss it as something they'd make up. My Aunt J's husband Uncle D was a house painter, who wore a white paint-stained uniform for work. My grandparents were having him repaint parts of the basement. Uncle D & Aunt J were the only people in the house one day, and he was downstairs painting. Aunt J walked into the living room to get something and saw a white figure standing right beside the closet door. She began to say “What are you doing, don't wear those clothes on the carpet!” when she realized it was decidedly NOT my uncle. The creepiest part is, she said the figure looked just as stunned to see her before it disappeared. Uncle D walked in the doorway about five minutes later, he had been out getting some more supplies at the time she'd seen the figure. A few months later, my brother and cousin D slept over one night (I flatly refused to) when they heard footsteps going down the hallway, and the sink turned on. They assumed it was just one of my grandparents getting a drink, but the water kept running for a long time. When my brother went to check, our grandparents door was still closed (you could see the door from the living room, where they were sleeping) but the bathroom door was open, and the sink was on. My grandma said that she knew there was a spirit in or near the hallway, and had seen it herself a few times. She assumed it was the ghost of a blacksmith who had died when the upstairs caught fire years and years ago, but I always thought it might have been my Uncle Jimmy, who had died of AIDs a few years after I was born (or perhaps Jimmy's boyfriend, who spent his substantial fortune trying to save him, and my grandfather threw him out as soon as Jimmy died. He died alone on the streets. I sure as hell would haunt them for that). A few years after, she said she felt that he'd moved on (again, I was overhearing adult conversation). The strangest thing to me was that the hallway felt so much lighter. They hadn't changed the wallpaper or anything, but it wasn't dark anymore. I found out that almost every member of my family had despised that hallway, but no one wanted to talk to each other about it!
Bird on the wall
theeverydaypagan submitted:
This happened to me quite a long while ago. I was about 5 or 6 (I only know this because that was the year my parents separated), and never before had any trouble sleeping.
A little bit of background info. When I was little we lived in this two story brick house in Beloit, Wisconsin. We knew all of our neighbors, which ones had the best Halloween items, etc…
Well this one night, I was trying to get some sleep (it was a hotter than normal summer), and my open window was barely letting any air through.
About halfway through the night I began to hear a weird murmuring. getting up, and stumbling over some errant toys, I looked out my window. Standing across the street, in black hooded cloaks, holding candles, were people that I now realize were chanting something.
Scared out of my wits, I jumped back into bed and clenched my eyes shut trying to force myself asleep.
Out of nowhere I hear this loud screech, and as I looked at the wall opposite my bed I saw the shadow of (what I now know to be) a hawk climbing my wall.
After that, I never said a word about it (my room was at the back of the house and I figured if my dad (who normally could hear me from the basement) didn’t hear or do anything about it, then it mustn’t have been that bad).
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: That's very strange! I wonder if there were any cults in your area? 6/10 for scares and thank you for sharing!
Some of the stories people send you are worded like English isn't their first language. I love learning about supernatural beliefs in other cultures. It'd be cool to know where each story is coming from!
We do ask that people include location if they’re comfortable with it! When they include it, we add it in the tags. The tag page needs a bit of TLC, so please look forward to its revamp in the future! Right now, you can search locations by typing them into the ‘search’ box.So far we have a lot of stories from the US, England and Philippines! It’s really cool to see that we have readers and submitters from all over the world!
Up to the (hopefully) last round of editing.