Lady of the House
When I was 11, my family moved to a very old house (built in the 1890s, I think) in a different state. The first night there, I didn’t have many of my things unpacked yet and the TV wasn’t hooked up, so I drag out my keyboard and start to play. As I’m playing some terrible song I learned in music class, a chill goes down my neck. I look over to the window on the other side of the room and see my reflection — and an old woman standing over me, her hands clasped in front of her. I booked it downstairs, screaming to my mom, but of course it was dismissed since I was a dumb kid.
Over the 7 years I lived in that house, I saw her three more times: once on the stairs, slowly descending and staring at me, and twice in the spare room catty-corner to mine, hiding in a rack of clothes in the corner. Every single night, I would hear the threshold creak, then footsteps going around my bed, to the dressing room (it was, once again, an old house, so there was a tiny dressing room attached to the main room), and then back out. A few nights I woke up to a cold breath on my face.
Come to find out a woman died in that room in the 1960s of some sort of illness, but the room she usually stayed in was mine. I don’t really believe in ghosts anymore, but damn if I can’t explain the lady in that house.
VorpalSingularity
The Woman
When I was in second grade I woke up one summer night, dead of night, to a woman floating through my window into my bedroom. Oddly, I wasn’t scared. I just sat up and asked “What are you doing here?” I remember she answered me, but oddly enough the next morning I couldn’t remember what she said or even what her voice sounded like. I couldn’t even remember what she looked like. So next I said to her, in true 8-year old fashion, “Well, you better get going because my Dad might wake up and then he’ll be mad.” She slipped out of my already cracked open bedroom door and I went back to sleep.
Sounds like sleep paralysis right? Wrong. The next day I was really excited that I had my own fairy godmother and I named her Crystal. And I thought in my head – Please come back! Come back and wake me up at dawn so we can talk!
I shit you not, the next morning, just as it was getting light outside, I hear someone whispering my name. I realized that this shit was real, and she was a ghost, and I froze. I stayed as still as I could, not even able to breathe, and just prayed as hard as I could ‘Go away go away go away.” I could FEEL her right by my head. As I’m typing this tears are coming to my eyes.
Okay, happened once, coincidence, right? Nope. Every time I would get brave and say out loud to her, before going to bed in my room, “Okay, come this time I swear I won’t get scared.” She would come, whispering my name, and I would almost shit my pants in fear and never open my eyes.
So at this point I’m thinking, still could be night terrors, right? I mean, our eyes have receptors sensitive to light that wake us up, thus causing me to wake up at dawn and hallucinate this shit. Here’s where shit gets real. Next summer I tell a friend that this is going on while we were camping together. She doesn’t believe me, says to me, okay, ask her to come tonight. We’re sleeping in same tent and my friend wants to see for herself. So I do. And at dawn, I hear her, calling my name AND MY FRIEND’S NAME. We don’t move, she leaves, and we both sit up and my FRIEND HEARD HER TOO. She freaks out, tells her parents later that day sobbing, I get in trouble for scaring the shit out of kids with ghost stories.
Later that summer I told my cousin this story, and before that night, she freaks out, tells her Mom, and I get my ass beat for telling ghost stories.
I got pissed about said beating, and angrily said out loud – I got in trouble because of you, and I never want to see you ever again!
And I haven’t. Ever.
Thank fucking god. And I just don’t think about it anymore, and never when I’m alone at night.
yoteachcaniborrowpen
EVP
About seven or eight years ago I was really into the paranormal but never able to find a group of people who shared my interest enough to investigate with me. I did manage to make one friend through an acquaintance however and she and I would spend hours talking about our favorite show ghost hunters and the paranormal in general.
Eventually we got around to talking about her own experiences (to this day this story remains my only one) and how she believed her house was haunted. We would talk a lot about how she thought there was a presence in her house and eventually she decided to do an EVP session. She said she was unable to make out what she had recorded and insisted there was a voice in the time frame so I asked her to send me the raw audio file. I forget which software I was using at the time but I remember it had a great audio timeline feature that showed you rises in the sound. Upon listening to the spots she insisted she heard something I could only decipher what I thought was a loud crackle. Nothing definitive. What I did notice though was a small bump in the otherwise very straight dead air in the audio timeline and after cranking up the treble I heard something that to this day freaks me out.
When my friend sets her recorder down she announces in a very clear voice that she is “leaving the room” and the device is there for the ghost to interact with. Well I sh*t you not only five to seven seconds after she leaves the room there is a very very faint female voice that asks “you don’t want to see me”? On the audio timeline it is a fraction of a second and incredibly eerie like someone sped it up.
feariswasted
