The Haunted Closet...#8 of my spooky stories series
Here's a story from one of our fellow bloggers that wishes to remain anonymous...maybe you've had a familiar experience yourself...
My grandparents live in an old town in Washington and have an old, two-story Victorian house. They know that there have been renovations over the years… staircases added or deleted, additional rooms, etc. You can see some of the places where changes have been made because there are steps up and down into room or strange little nooks.
One of these places is an upstairs closet that had once been a stairwell. The second floor didn’t have full ceilings except in the hallway; the three bedrooms and several closets had sloped ceilings with standing room in the centers of the room and some of the storage areas are even part of the attic. This one closet in particular had a curtain across the opening instead of a door and the ceiling sloped down into darkness, just as it would have when it was a staircase.
I remember when I was a kid, me and my brothers played hide and seek upstairs and sometimes used that closet as a hiding place. I always got a freaky feeling when I was in that closet, even with the sunlight shining through the curtain. I remember always looking over my shoulder. I could only hide there for a few minutes before I had to get out. The feeling was hard to describe but it just felt wrong. It was a vague feeling that something just wasn’t right.
My mother’s family has a history of being sensitive or psychic. My mom is especially sensitive, and she also felt something off about that closet. She got the strange sense that maybe someone had been hurt when the closet was still a stairwell. She thought perhaps a child had fallen down the stairs or had been locked inside of it (in old houses like this one it was customary to have doors at both ends of a flight of a stairs). Not only did my mom feel something was wrong there, but my grandfather and grandmother had also felt a weird vibe around "that closet."
One summer, my mother had gone to visit her parents for a couple of weeks. When she arrived, my grandparents were both sleeping in a downstairs room they had converted to a temporary bedroom. They normally slept in the bedroom upstairs. She asked them why and they both said they couldn’t stand being near that closet. Apparently, the same freaky feeling that we had all complained about had gotten stronger.
That feeling of dread seemed to be growing, just as a putrid stench begins to eminate from the source and infect the rest of a house. First, it had just gotten strong enough so that you could feel it when you passed the closet. Then, it got stronger and had "spread" to the two bedrooms and the end of the hallway. That’s when my grandparents moved out of their room. My mom usually takes the bedroom at the other end of the hall when she visits. Now, she could feel the bad feeling all the way down the hall, almost to her own room.
My mother, as well as being very sensitive, is also very religious. She tried ignoring the feeling for most of her visit, just as my grandparents had been ignoring it because they didn’t know what to do. But my mom finally got fed up.
She said, “I locked myself in that wretched closet and I prayed as hard as I could.”
I don’t know how long it took and I don’t know what she prayed to god for, but she prayed until she could feel a change in the bad feeling. After that, the bad feeling eased in intensity and gradually went away. My grandparents moved back into their upstairs bedroom a few weeks later and they’ve never had a problem since.
But I still will not go in that closet.