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It Was Here Before

I’ve been visiting a friend of mine for the past 6 years in Chicago. he moved from White Plains, CT because of what had happened in his old house. He was 18 and living on his own. He had met me in middle school and was one of most special and trusted friends. One night, we had just finished playing a game on his XBox when he said “Did you hear that?” I listened closely and heard a creaking sound upstairs. I told him “It’s just Cleo.” Then, I saw his dog sleeping next to the sofa.

I suggested calling his parents, but he said they wouldn’t believe it. Ditto with the police. We called a friend of mine who lived near his house to come over. An hour later, all 3 of us were listening to the creaking. Cleo must’ve heard it too. She’s a sweet dog mostly, but as soon as the creaking started, she growled and snarled. I was about to say something about it when we heard a pretty loud CRASH! upstairs. We all ran up and saw a picture of his family in West Virginia lying on the ground in a cracked frame next to a broken lamp.

The Kid in my Closet

I have had many moments within my childhood home that sent shivers down my back.

Many times I’ve awoken in bed only to find myself trapped, paralyzed and hallucinating terrifying things. Almost all of these experiences felt like just that; Hallucinations.

But this was different.

Abandoned Children’s Asylum

This incident happened about two months ago. Me, and a couple friends of mine decided to make our first visit to our local horror hot spot, Dejarnette Sanitarium. In it’s prime, the place was basically a children’s mental asylum. Some crazy stuff went down there, from lobotomies to suicides. The sanitarium has long been abandoned, and just sits there, inviting horror junkies in.

There were five of us in total, and only one of my friends had been there before. We went around 8:30 pm so it was nice and dark. We parked at the Lowes across the street from it, ran across the road, and sprinted about 100 yards through a field of overgrown, neglected grass and all met up at the back fence. Once we were all assembled, we squeezed through a gap in the fence, and walked up a massive set of stairs and up to the back doors. The doors were boarded up to try to ward people like us off, all except for one frame someone had knocked out. I have a reputation of being semi not afraid of anything, so I played my roll and went in first.

My True Lake District Story

Before I start talking about the event that happened, there might be many sceptics that do not believe me and I do not care, this is a warning and a story. Another disclaimer before I begin is that I am not very good at storytelling but I’ll try my best here. And the other thing is that I am a Muslim in the UK, this means that I believe in another creation by Allah (God), so this is my thought on what happened to me:

My wife and I were going to Lake District with 8 other friends. This was not the first time that I have gone and it is the last time that I will ever go to Lake District- for those of you who do not know what Lake District is, it is a beautiful area in Scotland that is all mountains, caves and lake. My group consisting of my wife and I and my 8 companions have successfully arrived at Lake District with no difficulty.

The Landlady

The story I’m about to tell you might sound like a campfire tale…some twist on an urban legend or something…at least, that’s how it seems whenever I think about it, or tell the story to someone. I can assure you, however, that it is NOT. It happened to me around 16 or 17 years ago, when I was about 18 or 19 (I can’t remember exactly).

I was staying with a friend of mine at his apartment, which is in a small, old building in the downtown area of the small town where I grew up. Next door was a slightly larger, but even older apartment building, and both were owned and operated by the same people.

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