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Haunted House

Hello, my name is Mark and one of my true paranormal stories was read on one of your videos, but I decided to share another one. As some people know from that other video, I am male and a senior in high school.

Before I start, I would like to apologize as this will be a VERY VERY long story… These stories that I am going to share is from when I lived in this haunted house for a whole year by myself as a freshmen in high school. Due to some complicated family circumstances, my parents didn’t want to see me for a while as they have actually done something like this in the past. They put me in this house that was given to us by a really good friend. Actually, it was right next door so it wasn’t too bad at all.


My Haunted House

What you are about to hear is something that has been happening to me for quite some time now. In the summer of 2015 I just turned 25 years old and I’m also moving into my dads house. I know what you are thinking, what kind of loser is still living at home?! I fell on to some hard times and I had to move back home. My dad lives out in a small town in Michigan, north of Flint. His house is very big, sitting on a large property at a dead end street. Growing up in the city my whole life, reluctantly I really hated the thought of living out there, being miles away from everything and not having any wifi. Now because I have a lot of siblings, I was moved into the basement. It was your typical basement, dark, damp and cold.

From the very first night I felt very uneasy and I felt like I was being watched all hours of the day. At night it was even creepier down there, I would feel eyes following my every step, but yet I stayed down there most of the time I was home. One night when I was sound asleep I could feel what felt like hair touching my face. I tried putting my hand over my head to kinda push it away, thinking it was a bug of some sort. Then something grabbed my foot! I immediately sat up in bed! At the same time I could hear what sounded like bare feet running across the cold hard floor, running away from my bed and towards the door. Heart pounding, at first I thought it was one of my little sisters coming down to mess with me. But they are very young and are deathly afraid of their own shadows! So I doubt they are in the basement late at night and in the dark. For the rest of the night I turned my tv on and stayed up until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.


My Haunted House

My name is Alex, I’m 13 while writing this, and I live in a nice little town in Northern Illinois. I live with my mom and two brothers, my dad lived with us until the divorce but the encounters I am about to tell you he was in fact present at.

When I was little, I used to be scared to sleep in my room alone, so my dad would stay in my bed and lightly scratch my back in order to help me fall asleep. One night, my dad did what he always did, and I fell asleep. Suddenly, I awoke by something that I still can’t find out what, I looked to my dad who must’ve fallen asleep before me. Then I saw her, there was a woman, she was on the ceiling of my room looking down at me, with her legs together and her arms separated, like a crucifix. She began to lower herself from the ceiling and I quickly put my head into my pillow facing my dad hoping that he would wake up but he did not, so I did what anyone in that situation would at my age, I simply pretended I was asleep, and the next thing that happened still haunts me to this day! While pretending to be asleep, I feel a dead cold hand go up my t-shirt and feel these sharp fingernails begin to scratch my back like my dad would. Somehow I fell aslee to it, probably because it was what my dad would do at the time. The next morning I told my family but they told me it was a dream but it was not a dream, it was too real.


The Twenty-Eleven house

As cliché and annoying as it is sometimes, I need to start this story with a little preface, a little background and an apology as it may be on the long side for this category compared to similar posts. I’m picking this particular experience out of a timeframe that lasted for a cumulative total of eight years. I say ‘cumulative’ because I actually lived in this house/apartment on two separate occasions, but purely by coincidence. Or at least I thought it was coincidence. I don’t live there any longer and, looking back, I am convinced that the house called me back as if it wasn’t done tormenting me, my family and my friends.  Every week of every year I lived in that house was terrifying, to say the least. This experience takes place during my second stint in the house. Also, a little apology if this story sounds like it’s ripped straight from a horror movie, but I can assure you that it’s all true. This experience, in total, spans roughly a year and involves myself, Jamie – my wife, George and Lilly – our upstairs neighbors and my best friends Travis and his wife, Julie.

The Twenty-Eleven house is a large farmhouse that is one of the oldest structures in town; roughly 120 years old. For the last couple decades, it has been used as two apartments; the first floor and the second floor. It’s in the middle of a bustling town with many popular places to eat, drink and has a nice music scene. It isn’t some backwoods, middle-of-nowhere shack; it’s only a seven minute drive from the downtown area of a major city. I won’t give you a detailed history on the place, but, needless to say, it has had a long, jaded, destructive and violent past that has it infected.


The Wheelchair

This is kinda short but creepy, when I was young me and my cousins would stay at my grandma’s house, it was an old place and we always had the faint feeling of being watched but we always brushed it off.

Every night we could hear weird movement down the hallway not like someone walking but more like a sliding noise, we never paid attention to it but when my grandma moved out my uncle brought up the noise, I told him we heard it but we thought it was just the house creaking, he then corrected us telling us that Grandma’s husbands ex-wife died in the house and she was in a wheelchair and that when he was a kid he and a friend had seen her in the kitchen.


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