Hey. First off, this story isn’t as scary as most stories on your channel, but it still is one of the most frightful things I’ve ever experienced. Here’s some backstory. I am a 14, almost 15 year old guy named Ashton, and I live in a medium-sized city in British Columbia, Canada with my Mom, Dad, Younger Sister, and Maternal Grandma. Now, I’ve never been one to really believe in the paranormal and ghosts and such, but that all changed when we bought a couch from an estate sale about 6 to 8 years ago. We were out looking for garage sales one day in around 2009 or so, and we came across this estate sale in a populated, yet creepy neighbourhood. My mom basically buys anything vintage or antique, so… She had her eye on an antiquish, maybe 50-60 year old white couch. Keep in mind, this was not a regular garage sale, this was an estate sale. Trust me, that is very relevant. Anyway, she ends up purchasing it, and her and my dad borrow one of my dad’s co-worker’s trucks, and go back up to the house to pick it up later in the day. So they bring it home, and it’s all okay for the first bit.
The first time we noticed something really creepy about it was around 8 months later in early 2010. Me and my sister were sitting on the very couch we bought, watching TV with Cranberry juice, when I accidentally spilled some of my cranberry juice on the couch. This couch was white, so that would’ve stained it if it wasn’t treated carefully. Unfortunately, the stain was never removed. Fast forward about 2 or 3 hours later. I was going downstairs to eat dinner, and as I was walking by the couch, it almost felt like something passed through me at that very moment. I just shook it off as nothing, and I swear to god, not even 5 seconds later, I heard the sound of the floor creaking 4 or so feet behind me. I turn around, nothing or nobody is there. I continue making my way, and the rest of the day turns out alright. Then, about 2 weeks later, I woke up in the middle of the night at around 2:30 AM because I heard very light footsteps by the couch. Let me tell you about the layout of the rooms. My room is seperated from everyone else’s rooms. My room is right next to the living room, and to get to my parents to tell them what was going on, I’d have to walk either through the kitchen, or the living room, both of which are right beside each other. After walking through one of those 2 rooms, it would take me to the hallway, and at the end of the hallway are my mom and dad’s room, and my sister’s room. My grandma sleeps downstairs. Anyway, basically, if I needed help, I’d be screwed. So, I end up falling back to sleep very easily surprisingly, even though I can get easily scared by almost anything.
The “ghost”, or whatever was haunting my house seemed not to pop up at all for the rest of the year. 2011 rolls around, and in about April, I am eating raspberry jam toast on the couch, when I accidentally drop a piece of toast on the couch. My heart dropped as soon as I noticed where it had fallen. It fell right center onto one of the couch seats. Luckily for me, my mom was able to remove the stain this time around, but unluckily for me, that didn’t mean anything different. About 3 or so days later, someone was in the main bathroom, so I went to the tiny bathroom in my mom and dad’s room. The bathroom in their room has always freaked me out, I don’t know why. I think one of the reasons is because it’s very hard to see into the shower, which has no curtains, just a glass door, and at the time I was terrified of the movie Psycho, so that’s a big reason right there. I still always felt more than just scared of that one scene from Psycho though. It felt almost like I was being watched whenever I was in there. This was around the time when I first felt scared of this bathroom, and it was an uneasy moment. Nothing ever happened, though. The weird thing is, I used to think the ghost was just overprotective of the couch, but I think it was overprotective of that bathroom as well, and the weirdest part about what I’ve just stated, is that the bathroom in my mom and dad’s room is the most antique room of the house.
The ghost left us alone again until I think June or July, maybe even August of 2013. I was headed downstairs for my supper, and I was walking by the kitchen cupboards in which store our glasses and plates, and what happened next, still haunts me forever. I kid you not, the cupboard opened suddenly like someone had opened it angrily, and a glass came flying towards me, towards my head to be more precise. I ducked, and it shattered on the floor, and at that moment, I screamed, and my mom came rushing up the stairs to see what all the commotion was about. I told her that a glass came flying out of the cupboard towards my face. She didn’t quite believe me, as we had been fighting earlier in the day, she thought I could have been angry and smashed one of her glasses, but once she saw the look on my face, she believed me, and we both thought it must have been none other than our friend, the couch ghost. She got the glass cleaned up, and eventually we were both able to go downstairs and enjoy our dinner without any other incidents. In August or September of 2014, one of my mom’s vintage toys fell down from a shelf and smashed. I happened to be looking at the shelf the exact moment it happened, and it seemed more than just simply falling off, it almost seemed like it was pushed off, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what’s up.
Nothing else happened since then, up until yesterday, January 2nd of 2017. The main bathroom was once again occupied, so that meant I could either go downstairs to my grandma’s bathroom, or into my mom and dad’s bedroom bathroom. Of course, silly old me was far too lazy to go downstairs, so I went into none other than my mom and dad’s bathroom. It all went fine at first, I did my business, and as I was washing my hands, I swear to god, I saw a greenish orb floating around the room. I was absolutely TERRIFIED. I finished washing my hands even though the orb was floating around the room, because I am a bit of a germophobe. After that, I ran out, closing the door behind it, and ran back until I was safe in my room. My parents saw me running and asked what was wrong, but they know I’m scared of that bathroom, so I just told them, “Nothing, just scared…”. I don’t think this will be the last I ever see of the ghost, orb, or whatever the heck has been haunting our house, but it the fact that I hadn’t seen it in almost 3 years up until that day really reassures me. We still have that couch today, and we don’t plan on moving any time soon, as we all love this house. This is where my story ends. Thank you for being good readers and listeners, and if I can update you guys some day, I will be sure to do so.