theunfriendlyassassin: Story time: There’s this room at my…

theunfriendlyassassin:

Story time: There’s this room at my gran’s house that has always given off this creepy, ominous vibe and ever since I was little I’ve always hated going in that room. To this day, I have some unusual feelings of nervousness towards the room. When I was maybe 6 or 7 I used to spend the night here a lot. The first night I stayed here I slept in the guest room which is almost vertical from the room, which I really hated because I could see straight into the room and worse, whatever could be in that room could see me. Now, before you think,”oh you were just a little girl with an over active imagination.” Just hear me out. The first time I ever stayed the night everything was fine. My granny told me goodnight, turned the lights off and retired to her bedroom down the hall. I was never one to be afraid of the dark so I simply turned on my side and tried to fall asleep. That’s when the noises started. First it was a simple buzz much like someone humming along to some music. I got a little freaked out but brushed it off as the AC or pipes. After about ten minutes of humming, the noise stopped. Grateful that I would finally be able to sleep I rolled onto my other side and started to drift off. Sadly, getting some sleep wasn’t gonna be easy. About 30 minutes after the humming ended I started hearing whispers of conversation between two male voices. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but I could tell one of them was asking a lot of questions. Then, as quickly as they started, the voices vanished. By now I was so scared that I was shaking but I wouldn’t dare call out for my gran in fear that whatever or whoever the voices belonged to would find me. So instead I simply pulled the covers up over my head and tried to fall asleep. I suppose I fell asleep around 1:00 am and when I woke up later that morning my gran asked me why I had been running around her house at 4 in the morning. I asked her what she meant and she responded by saying that she heard footsteps in the hall and in the living room but when she got up to see what I needed, I wasn’t anywhere to be seen. After checking on me in my bed she said that she just assumed that I’d run back to my room when I heard her get up. Telling her that I hadn’t gotten up at all during the night she got this peculiar look on her face. However, she just simply laughed and said that old age was causing her hearing to play tricks on her. I went home later that day and told no one of what I had experienced because I was too afraid that whatever had been at my gran’s house would follow me home if I told. I didn’t spend the night at her house again for over a year after that and since I was young everyone just assumed that I had maybe gotten a little homesick like most little kids do. For several years after that night every time I would go visit my gran I would see shadows or hear voices coming from the room when no one was in it. Things would even mysteriously move from place to place or disappear and reappear in the most unusual places. As I got older the less I paid attention to these occurrences until eventually whenever something would happen I would completely ignore the icy chill that ran up my spine and continue in with what I was doing. This is where things got real creepy. When I was 14 my twin brother and I had to stay the night at our gran’s house because our parents were going on an overnight trip. They believed that we were both still too young to stay at home by ourselves so we had no other option. My brother slept on the sofa whilst I took the guest bed. I fell asleep without an issue and was having a very pleasant dream when I was awoken by the sound of my name being said. Thinking it was my brother I simply mumbled a barely coherent what do you need. Upon hearing no response I simply thought that he had gone back to his place on the sofa so I allowed myself to drift back into sleep. Then my name was whispered again. This time right by my ear. Irritated and tired, I rolled over to tell my brother off only to find that it was not him. In fact, it wasn’t my gran either. There stood a black figure in the corner. I was frozen in place and my heart was beating rapidly. I shut my eyes hoping that it would just disappear but whenever I looked again it was still standing there, staring. Trying to be as discrete as possible I tried to call out to my brother hoping that he would hear me. When no one came to my rescue I resorted to trying to fall back asleep. Barely cracking open my eyes I saw that the shadow figure had disappeared. I looked around the room searching for it and managed to catch something dark duck into that one particular room. Terrified, I stayed put for fear that whoever or whatever it was could be nearby. Instead, I simply jerked the covers up over my head and squeezed my eyes shut. I somehow managed to fall back asleep after an hour of lying there beneath the covers scared stiff. The next day when my parents came to pick my brother and me up I decided to tell them about my experience. My mum upon hearing my story began to say that she too had seen mysterious figures in the same room I had heard voices before. My dad also said that as a child he would hear voices and see figures at night. He added that anything he would set in that room would never stay in whether it was him who moved it or not. I have a large family that consists of two older brothers, a twin brother, and a younger brother. Somehow I managed to be the only girl but that’s a story for another time. I asked all my other siblings and they all had some sort of strange experience that involved that room. I talked to my dad’s siblings and they all said they had seen/heard things while growing up in the house. Now, my gran is an 80 year old woman who lost her husband back in 1997 to a heart attack. Upon talking to my aunts and uncles it was revealed to me that these occurrences began AFTER the death of my grandad. So, could this be my grandad trying to keep his widowed wife from being alone?