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“The house I grew up in was haunted to high Hell. There were a couple of deaths on the property that we knew of before the house was redone (it was a Habitat for Humanity rebuild). There was always creepy stuff going on and bad feelings emanating from certain rooms, but the most terrifying thing that happened to me was when I was home alone.

The living room, where I was watching TV late one evening, was separated from the kitchen by a wall with one of those breakfast bar-type ‘windows’ that let you see into either area from the other side. Out of nowhere, I hear the silverware drawer sliding open and not-quite-shut repeatedly, making the silverware clatter. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder, and simply said, ‘Stop it!’.

And it did.

Up until I heard a gunshot-like crack rip through the kitchen. That’s when I looked over my shoulder and saw a black shadow person’s silhouette, staring at me with bright white eyes. I bolted up the stairs to my bedroom and locked the door, then immediately began praying and wishing I’d had incense or sage or something to keep…whatever that thing had been…out of my room and away from me (I was a big believer in the supernatural as a teen).

A few hours later, I was called down by my mom, and she asked why there was a plank of wood on the floor. I looked, and sure enough, there was a sheet of wood on the kitchen floor.

The same bit of wood that had been in the middle of the counter, leftover from her and her ex building a bird cage. That I didn’t touch.

Many bricks were shat.”
“I sleep in a one bedroom apartment and every night I close my door because I don’t have windows in my room and love the pitch dark. So I drift off and snooze for how ever long and then start to stir. I casually wake up as my eyes adjust to the darkness. I check my phone and lay it back down to sleep more.

As I’m laying there, I open my eyes and see a face, it’s in the doorway of my, now cracked open, bedroom door. It’s at the height of a child. It took me a minute to really gather what i was looking at, I could only make out the roundness of the face little black beady eyes, lips very shadowdy but still visible. It just kept sort of swaying ever so slightly like it was trying to spy on me. And I just looked at it and, being really exhausted, I just fell asleep. I remember thinking, ‘fuck it, I don’t care what that is, I’m fucking tired,’ and that was it.

I then woke up, it was morning. I gradually woke up stretched big, looked at my phone, then remembered the creepy thing from just a few hours ago, I thought ‘interesting, must have been sleep paralysis, that’s never happened before, I feel I handled that well.’ I then sat up and looked straight at my door, which was now slightly opened 7 inches. I never got up during the night, I remember that.

I’ve told people this story and they just say either ‘yea right’ or ‘that’s creepy’ it was a weird situation. I can easily attribute the face to maybe still being sort of asleep but the door slightly being ajar, that’s something I can’t put my finger on.”

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