My old home.
Most of this story happened when I was too young to really remember it, but both of my parents have told me it, and I know my dad’s not one for making up stories, or believing in the paranormal for that matter. Basically my mum and dad bought their first house together after they got married, and it was just after they’d moved in that weird stuff started to happen. Mum heard whispering in their bedroom, like two people were having a whispered argument. She couldn’t understand what they were saying, but she felt like she shouldn’t wake my dad to let him know what she was hearing. She felt like she shouldn’t draw attention to herself.
a few weeks later, they both came downstairs to see the backdoor wide open and the keys missing. After the sink became blocked, dad took the U bend out to fix it and found the keys there. Dad was in the kitchen the one night and saw someone run past the window, but they left no prints in the snow.
Then I was born. The dog that we had wouldn’t leave me alone. she used to sleep under my crib until my parents came to bed, and used to follow me around the house once I became mobile. she also used to bark and growl at the metering cupboard in the dining room. Dad always felt like he was being watched, although mum didn’t have this experience. Dad said it was almost like someone had this massive desire to hurt him, but they couldn’t, he said he could almost feel their need to do it. He had a similar experience in his childhood home, when he held a door shut for over an hour cause he felt like someone on the other side wanted to harm him.
Our belongings used to vanish and turn up in the garden. One of my earliest memories in that house is standing on a stool at the sink to brush my teeth (I don’t know how old I was, but very young I imagine) and watching someone in the mirror walking along the landing, pacing around. I thought it was my dad, cause he always brushed my teeth for me until I was about 5, but I called for him and it didn’t answer, but disappeared. As I got older I thought perhaps I’d dreamt it, but after I was told about my house, I’m thinking not. I remember having nightmares in the house that someone was chasing me, and dad had dreams about something trying to break into my room to hurt me.
It kinda came to an end when dad was in the shower, and saw someone stood at the end of the bath. He asked them to leave us alone, and they vanished. Dad got a priest to come in and bless the house and afterwards it all stopped. When we decorated a few months afterwards, we found markings burned into the floor under the carpets, and on the walls, and also in the shed at the bottom of the garden. we think someone had been messing with a Ouija board but we can’t be too sure. I can’t physically walk past that house anymore, I feel the need to vomit every time I do. I almost feel like I’m being smothered. An older lady lives there now, and we’ve not heard anything from her about it, so I assume it’s all stopped now.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: I’m glad you’re out of that situation! 8/10 for scares and thank you for sharing!