What Was Behind Me?
I use to live with a room mate. It was a big house and he had the top layer of the house and I had the bottom basement part of the house. My room mate was always going out of town and I would be left alone in this big huge house by myself.
One night while in bed. I woke up to the noise of someone rolling around the kitchen in one of the chairs. My room mate was suppose to be out of town but I just thought he came home early and had some friends over. So I rolled over and went back to bed.
The next morning I got up and went upstairs and my room mate was not home. I thought he may have went out for breakfast so I called his cell.
I told him that he was noisy last night and that I wanted to join him for breakfast. He was like, "I was not home last night. I am still in Florida".
I thought maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me. So the next night I was laying in bed and I heard noises. I got up too see where the noises were coming from. Not thinking I didn't turn on the lights.
I followed the noise to the closet by the stairs(or what I thought was a closet). It sounded like scratching at the door and what I thought was a mans voice telling me to open the door.
I was like forget that. I ran back to my room and shut and locked the door. I turned on the light to my room and turned on the t.v. to drown out the noise.
The next morning I was off from work. I decided to go look in the closet to see if I was just imagining everything.
I opened the door to the closet and noticed that it wasn't a closet. It was a hallway that lead to a small room. My room mate was storing stuff in the hallway part. I walked up to the door at the end of the hall. It was weird because I am not one that scares easily. I was curious to see what was in the room. I was about to open the door when the knob by itself started to rattle. I was like this is not good. I walked down the hall and shut the door. I then moved the table hockey game we had in front of it.
I knew that I had to see what was in the room. I called my best friend and she came over. I told her what had been happening. So we moved the hockey table and opened the door. I turned the hallway light on and we went to the door at the end of the hall. I told her that I had to see what was behind the door.
I then opened the door. I know that most people won't believe me when I say that a huge blast of air came out of the room when I opened the door. But it did.
I was shocked but I had to see what was in the room. I felt around for a light switch. I found it and turned on the light. My friend stood in the door way still trying to figure out what just happened as I walked in the room.
It was a small room. It didn't have any windows and it was painted a yellow color. The thing that got me was that the walls had been clawed at like a wild animal lived there. The door handle was hardly hanging on the door.
The room was cold and the feeling of sadness washed over me. Then I started to feel a little numb. The voice inside my head told me to close the door and get out of the room. I did just that.
I put the hockey table in front of the door. I figured that what ever had been happening must of been happening because I was feeding into it.
Everything went fine for awhile. I would sleep with the t.v. on to drown out any noises, if there was any.
Then one night I was sitting at the table with my back facing the doorway to the closet/hallway. I had my room mates dog down stairs with me and I all of a sudden heard this loud noise coming from there. I thought that I would just pretend that nothing was happening. So I continued to watch the t.v. that was in front of the table were I was sitting. All of the sudden the I hear the hockey table move away from the door and the door open.
The dog stood up and started barking, then it ran underneath the table. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt really cold. I refused to turn around. What ever it was. I was not looking to see. The dog was whining.
I heard it making noise. Some thing snapped in me and I shouted out then...I am not scared of you. I believe in God and he will protect me from you. When I turn around you better not be there.
I felt hate at that moment. I have never felt anything like that in my life.
To make sure it got my point. I began to pray and I then told it that from that moment I would never feed into it and it should leave in God's name. I began to turn around...and I saw something moving up the stairs. I had never seen anything like it in my life.
I felt like the coldness had left and the fear was no longer there. The dog came out from underneath the table.
I walked over to the hallway/closet and shut the door. I didn't put the hockey table back up to the door.
The next day I talked to my room mate about everything that had happened. He told me that he had heard noises before, but just thought that it was the dog or me. I asked him about the room and the storage hall. He told me that he had moved some stuff down to the hall, but never looked into the room. He told me that when he bought the house they looked down the hall and the realtor told him that it was for a maid. That is where the maid use to stay when the other family lived there. I asked him why he never looked into the room, and he said that for some reason he never felt like it was a good idea. I then asked him if any more strange noises or chair moving upstairs was happening. He said that he had not heard any. What ever it was, was not just isolated to the downstairs. I think that it just like to play with me to get a reaction.
After that whole situation there was no more problems. No more scratches or noises. My room mate now uses it for storage room for his belongings.
I no longer live there. But when I go back from time to time to visit I don't feel that what ever it was is there.
This is a true story. It actually happened. I don't think what ever it was, was connected to the house. I think it was looking to scare someone. I was feeding into it and so it was acting out to me.
Contributed by Michelle Davis and Copyright © 2007 True Ghost Tales all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission.
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