I’ve submitted a few stories to this website already; however, I have a few more experiences that for some reason or another I don’t feel merit their own posts respectively. Here goes.
Most of my experiences happened at my guardians home. One such time was when I was home alone around the middle of the day. I was standing in the kitchen eating some cereal when I heard an upstairs door slam shut. I stood in the kitchen listening intently and a few seconds later a door downstairs slammed shut. Since it was mid-day and not nighttime I felt brave enough to investigate. I wanted to check the entire house and see if there was some reasonable explanation why doors were slamming shut. To gain some courage I grabbed two, long slender knives from the kitchen. I first checked to see if the air conditioner was on to see if that could be causing a breeze in the house. It wasn’t on. Next I proceeded to start from the upstairs all the way to the basement to check for open windows or doors, anything that could be causing air movement. Everything was shut and closed firmly. It might sound ridiculous but I checked every room as if I was a SWAT member; I sliced the pie moving into rooms and had both knives ready for any suspicious, dark corner. I meticulously and thoroughly checked every nook and cranny of that house, leaving all the doors open when I moved about. Finding nothing out of the ordinary I went back to the kitchen. As I stood there figuring out what else I could do to investigate further a door slammed shut from the upstairs. I ran upstairs and saw the master bedroom door closed and the other doors still opened. I knew that I left every door open and had already checked to see if anything could be causing a breeze. This put me off enough that I decided to leave the house.
Another instance happened was when I was leaving for school in the morning. I was putting on my coat in the foyer room when I heard what sounded like a woman make a horrendous, blood curdling scream from the next room. I yelled out if anyone was home and got no answer. This frightened me and I hurried out the door and just left.
One time when I was in my room at night drifting off to sleep I heard what sounded like tiny footsteps run across the middle of my room. I don’t know why but I thought that they sounded like a child’s footsteps. I was a little scared but I was convincing myself that this was just a figment of my imagination and a by-product of me falling asleep. It was then that I noticed that my cellphone’s screen was lit up (the display screen lights up when a call or text comes in). I looked at my phone and saw that I had a missed call though I never heard it ring. The number came up as 6** (you know what the numbers are, I just don’t like to type it or say it). I stayed up the rest of that night with all of the lights on.
Well these are my stories, I haven’t had any experiences like this in a long while and I no longer live in that house.
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