"I grew up in an old house in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...
It was a three-story home built around 1880, about 15 years after the American Civil War ended. A lot of unexplainable things have happened to me while I lived there, but nothing was enough to make me want to move out.
I always believed this house was haunted. I've experienced: hearing footsteps ascending the stairs, stopping in front on my bedroom door; something unseen pulling on my hair; seeing a cat in the house when I didn't own a cat; doorknobs jiggling on their own; both of my front windows shattering for no reason at the same time; seeing a two-foot dark figure run across the floor and vanish behind a recliner; and having a blanket yanked off of me while I was sleeping.
These things I shrugged off as either seeing or feeling things that weren't there. With some of them, I was satisfied with my own explanations, like maybe a variance in temperature could have broken the windows... or the blanket could have slid off me through the course of sleeping, and I may have mistaken it for being yanked off of me, etc.
But there are two stories that stick out in my mind as being the creepiest...
Ever since I can remember, I've always heard noises in one of the closets in my room. Not just random noises, but particularly loud banging. Sometimes it would even wake me up. Because of that, I never used that closet for anything but storage.
Occasionally, I'd get up and open the closet door in an effort to put my mind at ease, in hopes of finding the cause, but I never did find out. The only thing I could compare it to would be that it sounds like someone was inside the closet and banging on the door to get out.
Eventually, I resorted to not using the closet at all and I reversed the door knob. The knob only had a lock on one side and I put the lock on the inside of the closet, and then I locked it. The only way the closet could be opened was either with a screwdriver from the outside, or it can be unlocked normally from the inside.
One night during the summer of 1984, I went to bed as normal, but when I woke up the following morning, I noticed my bedroom door was open. I thought it was peculiar because I always lock my bedroom door, plus it was summertime and I had the air conditioner running.
While I was trying to convince myself that I accidentally left the bedroom door open, I noticed that the closet door was wide open. My jaw hit the floor! There was no way that anyone could've unlocked the closet door because it was locked from the inside. I could only conclude that something was in the closet, unlocked the door, opened it and walked around my bed while I was sleeping, and opened the bedroom door and left the room.
Ever since then, the noises in that closet have ceased, and I put a desk in front of it.
In the summer of 1999, I moved into my parents' house because I had two surgeries and needed help doing things until I recovered. My parents are the kind of people that were always arguing. There was a lot of negative energy in that house and it was the main reason I had moved out several years prior.
During this time, my parents were discussing getting a divorce, which I believed would probably be in the best interest for both of them. It was obvious they had grown to hate each other.
I'm a night owl, and every night around 2:00 or 3:00 a.m., I would hear my parents argue about various topics, and would usually end up with one of them getting up to sleep in the spare bedroom.
This spare bedroom had a hole in the wall about the size of a basketball which was put there by my brother during one of his temper tantrums and had never been repaired. The hole went completely through the wall, from the hallway into the bedroom.
One night, I heard them arguing and realized I needed to use the bathroom. I decided to wait until the argument was over. After everything had settled down, I went to the bathroom. While I was in there, I heard crying. Actually, it was more like sobbing or weeping, with some whimpering and moaning. It sounded kind of creepy really, almost painful. I finished my business and left the bathroom.
As I walked down the hallway in complete darkness (because the hallway light was broken) I had to pass by the spare bedroom, so I paused for a few moments at the hole in the wall, and I heard the crying coming from inside the room. I continued on, and went to bed and didn't think much else about it.
The next day, I went downstairs for breakfast and asked my mom who stayed in the spare bedroom last night. She said no one had, and asked why. I told her I heard someone in the spare bedroom crying and said it was neither of them. The discussion went on for a few more minutes and she insisted it wasn't them. It was at that moment, when the chills went down my back, and I was having flashbacks of the scary experiences I had in the house when I was younger.
About two weeks later, I went downstairs in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. While in there, I once again heard the crying. Every hair on my arms and legs stood straight up. Now I was really scared. I finished my business and was somewhat relieved that the door was shut, but at the same time, I was terrified to leave the bathroom to go back to my bedroom because I knew I had to walk by the hole in the wall.
It took me about 30 minutes to muster up the courage to come out of the bathroom. The whole time, the crying was persistent. I ran down the hallway in partial darkness, ducked below the hole in the wall, and ran up the flight of stairs to my bedroom, the whole time feeling like something was behind me, and slammed my door shut and locked it.
I asked my mother about it again the next morning, and again, she said no one stayed in the room. I suppose it's kind of silly of me to have acted that way, but if any of you had seen, heard or felt some of things that I've experienced in that house in my youth, you may have reacted the same way.
I now live on the other side of the country with a family of my own, and have absolutely no odd occurrences. But my family still owns the house, and one day after my parents pass, I will own the house.
Though I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with it!"
Ok kids...that's it for today.
I hope you've enjoyed the Closet Monster blogs, and if you have any closet tales of your own to share, I would be thrilled to post them here!
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And until we meet again...
Remember to keep those closet doors