- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Posted by: Philosophy1219
I've had some strange ones before.
1. This was a couple months ago. I woke at like 3 in the morning to hear the house alarm going off. We checked around the house, no attempted breakins, the police did not find anything. It was really wierd.
I have a friend whose house alarm would go off at random. They got it checked out and there were fire ants inside the wires causing it to glitch out...
I just thought of a freaky thing that happened when we moved into our new house.
The top floor of my house is a loft.
When we first moved in, the top half of the house appeared WAY larger than it really is up there.
I could not for the life of me figure out why.
One day we were cleaning and getting ready to set up my art room in there....
I heard like feet shuffling behind the wall.
I was like... Squirrels maybe?
Then it was like someone was whispering....
I leaned against the wall to listen and then backed away thinking I was losing it from the heat....
But... When I took my hand off the wood panel it popped open.....
I bloody door was there the whole friggin time...
I peered in and there were spider webs everywhere....
So I got my broom and started swishing them down....
When I see someone standing there.... Looked all distorted and stuff...
I panicked....and then realized it was a mirror....
But.... It was just one mirror....it was a room of around 12 mirrors on the walls....
Not only that but there was balance beams(like ballerinas use) on one side...
Creepier still... Each one of the mirrors had been punched out in the middle...
Creepier than that....
There were a pair of ballerina flats carefully placed in the middle....
surrounded by dust, but it looked sort of staged the way the had been put there....
I also found some stationery from the what I thought to be maybe the 1940's by the look of it...
It looked very brittle....
i couldnt venture very far into the room becuase it was very clear that it needed to be bug bombed...
So I picked up the shoes, some mirror shards that were close to me and the stationery.
I put the shoes in a box( I wanted to see how old they were)...
I put the mirror peices and the stationary in the trash.
about the time I did that i heard a loud crash upstairs...
My son came running out of the house terrified....
He said he thought I was crying and that I had fallen upstairs...
Now... at this point I was a bit freaked out just from finding that room...
We went upstairs and a chair was over turned and the door to the room was open...
4 of the mirrors had completely broken to the floor...
I closed the door.... and pushed a my desk in front of it....
That night we heard shuffling upstairs....whispering liek noises...
In the morning I went to the bathroom and that stationary was sitting on the edge of the tub.
I went in and asked my son why he got it out of the trash....
He said no way did he do that...
So I pitched it out again and pushed the trash to the street....
I took him to school and went to work...
That night again....the noises... Only it was louder...
I went upstairs, and the desk was pushed across the room(a desk mind you...is so heavy it takes two people to move it...and in stages)....
I went and bought a latch at the 24 hour walmart and attached it to the door and bought a padlock and snapped it on....
When we went to lift the desk one of the drawers popped open...
And do you want to know what was in the drawer....
Yep, the danged stationery....
I thought I might burn it...
But instead I put it in a box....and threw it in the trash....
We stayed up all night wattching the trash can outside to maek sure soemone wasn't just pulling an evil trick on us....
Meanwhile, the noises got worse....
The lights in the house were acting funny....
And from my bedroom I heard a thud.....
My son was...at this point hysterical...
i was like just calm down...so he watched the trashcan from outside on the porch(it was daylight at this point)...
When I went into my room the box with the shoes(which was in the top of my closet) was on the floor.... The shoes "fell" into the same position as I had found them upstairs....
I got goosebumps on my neck and arms and totally freaked out....
I started to run from the room when I had my son yell and scream....
I ran to the front door and opened it....
My son said the wind all of a sudden picked up and knocked over the 75 pound friggin trash can....
And flying all about us and onto the porch was the stationary...
Some of it was blowing into the house....
I told my son to gather every last peice of it and meet me in the living room....
I went and got the shoes and we marched upstairs....
To find the door open and the latch(lock and all)on the floor......
I took the paper and put it back exactly where I found it.
I took the shoes and put in the exact position as they were before(which you could still clearly see on the floor)....
I closed the door, put the latch back on it, locked it... Went and bought a door for the bottom of the staircase...closed it...and only go up there for starage stuff(very quick trips I might add).
When we redid the bathroom we pulled the wall away and found the narrowest staircase to a little room under the house....
My mother said there extremely old toys and dishes down there....
I told her to leave it as it was....
We put up some drywall, and them the backing mold for the bathroom and left it at that...
I figure... if we leave them be...they leave us be.... Right?