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My haunted childhood home

What I am about to share with you are a few paranormal occurrences that happened to me growing up in my childhood home.

I have told very few people about this, but it has been weighing on me for years.

The Goblin

Well my names Ross, I’m from the UK.

Years ago I used to work in a Blockbuster Video store, so that gives you an approximate date as they don’t exist anymore.

Well it was a Wednesday morning and there had been a massive delivery, the store wasn’t large so the whole place looked like a child’s giant box fort. There was only me and another girl in the store, lets call her Claire as I don’t think she’d like me using her real name. She went out back to pack away some of the delivery, I was behind the counter unpacking games and getting them processed for rentals.

Fort Sill OK

This is a true story about myself and my best friends Richard’s experince. My name is Jeff I’m in the United States Marine Corps. Being part of the artillery side of our branch, everyone who has the MOS of 0811 goes to Fort Sill OK for training. It’s a relatively big base, but the Marine Battery is located out of the way of most of it. It’s located right next to a cemetery, which makes the following events even worse. Especially since I didn’t believe in ghosts or demons.

It was around April/June of 2016. Myself and a couple of buddies had just arrived at the battery. It was around 1am in the morning so we were all extremely tired. The duty NCO (Non-commissioned officer) checked us in. Gave us our room cards, and sheets and pillows for our rooms. He instructed us to be in formation by 0445 or 4:45Am. Myself and Richard were assigned room 211. It was on the 1st floor, about 50ft from the duty desk. We began walking towards the end of the hallway when we noticed two doors on opposite sides of the ball.

Don’t walk late at night in Mexico

I have been listening to your stories for a while now. Since then, I’ve been wanting to send you a story my dad told us about. I just couldn’t find the courage to send it in. But I think now is the right time. I’ll tell you the story from my dad’s point of view. Here goes…

I was about 19 or 20 years old when this happened. It happened one night in my village in Guanajuato, Mexico. I was out drinking and playing cards with a couple of friends. After a few hours, it had gotten real late. I believe it was 12 or 1 am in the morning. Anyways, I said my goodbyes and started to walk to your grandmas house. The night was earily quiet and dark. But I was a bit drunk, so it didn’t bother me too much.

The Thing at my Friends House

This happened to me when I was 16 years old. I had just moved to a new area not long before this happened and I was really happy about being able to spend the weekend at my new friend Alicia’s house. She lived in a huge rebuilt old farm house and she had the top floor all to herself, except for the guest room which was where I was going to be staying. This meant that we would have lots of space to goof around without getting yelled at.

We had been hanging out for a couple of hours and were in the middle of watching a movie when I heard what sounded like a door slam from her closet. I jumped and went to go see what had made the noise I had always been rather fearless. Alicia stopped me and said that it was the attic door that was in her closet slamming because of the “mean ghost guy”, and that if I went in there he would start messing with me.

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