Spooky Story One...Story From a Non-Believer
Can you believe it's already time for me to share stories that are sure to give you nightmares? So if you have a real-life scary story, submit it to firstname.lastname@example.org. Luckily, I have visitors reading the past four years' worth of spooky stores year-round, and I will get submissions once in a while.
So to kick us off for 2009, I give you an amazing story that was submitted to me over six months ago. I edited his e-mail for the sake of cutting the length, but his story is left intact. We'll call our author "Will." Will began his e-mail with admitting that he used to be a staunch non-believer. He was rooted in reality and never believed anything he heard. Will never gave a thought to the afterlife, haunted houses, or ghosts.
But all of that changed the day Will rented a house in Southern Illinois...
I had decided to stay in town after graduating from a nearby small college. It didn't take me long to settle on renting a nice little house near the main street running through the quaint historic downtown. I had gotten a good deal, and the house was perfect for me. Two stories, two bedrooms, and a nice big porch. The house was about 70 years old.
My second night there, I was coming home late from work. As I pulled up I noticed that all the lights were on in my house. It looked as if every single light bulb in the house was glowing. I'm frugal, so I'm always saving electricity. I know for a fact that all the lights were off when I had left this morning.
I wondered if maybe my landlord was making a surprise visit or something. I quickly ran from the driveway to the front door, and it was still locked. I fumbled a little bit with the deadbolt, as there was a little trick to opening it. If I forced the key too deep, it wouldn't turn. After several seconds, I was able to open the door. When I entered, my jaw dropped.
All the damn lights were now off. It was completely dark in the living room and kitchen. My heart raced...was someone in here? I flipped on the light switch near the door, activating a lamp on a side table. I ran to my closet and got my baseball bat. After doing a quick inspection with my weapon in hand, I found that no one had broken in and all the lights - even the ones upstairs - were now off. Was I losing my mind?
For the next three or four months, little things occurred all the time. At least a couple times a week, I heard footsteps in the hall. It was the sound of heavy boots walking on a wood floor. The weird thing is, the hall upstairs is carpeted! My keys went missing all the time. I'm practically OCD about where I put things - so I could never figure out how my keys would end up in strange places, like the bathroom floor or near the stove in the kitchen. One time, I couldn't find my keys for hours, only to find them near my wallet on my dresser where I normally put them. But when I touched them, they were super cold! As if they had been in the freezer.
Later that year, I had the scariest thing happen - and it led to me deciding to finally move. Again, I didn't believe in ghosts or haunted houses, but this one incident changed me forever.
Christmas was around the corner. The house did get a little drafty, so I had to really cover up for bed. I had three blankets, and I slept in sweats. In the middle of the night, I woke up shivering. All my covers were gone. They were on the floor, on the left side of my bed. I assumed that I had just kicked them off of myself. I got up and threw them back on. My top blanket is actually the comforter. I had just closed my eyes when the comforter jerked downwards, as if someone was quickly pulling it off of me.
I probably let out a girlish scream, and even though it was cold in the room, I was sweating. I stood up, scared and angry at the same time. I was going to flip on the bedroom light, but something in the corner of my eyes stopped me dead.
At first, I thought it was just a shadow, but my blinds were totally shut, with heavy drapes drawn closed. No light was coming in. Emerging near by bed was a huge black mass. It's hard to explain, as it seemed darker than a shadow, and it was three-dimensional. It seemed to be growing from the darkness, moving towards me. The hairs on my neck and arms stood straight up, and I felt like this entity was coming straight for me.
I'm sure at this point that I let out girlish scream #2 and ran the hell out of the bedroom, down the steps, and into the living room. I turned on every single light on the first floor and slept on the couch that night...and every night for the next month until I moved out of that place.
I didn't ask the landlord about the house's history, as I really didn't want to know. I can't tell you exactly what I saw, or what I experienced, but it's all the truth. And it's a big deal because I don't normally believe in this stuff. So even now, more than ten years later, when I hear someone telling a person "ghost story," I'm not so quick to disbelieve.
Was it a ghost I saw? Or maybe just leftover energy from a previous resident? I have no idea. But one thing was for certain, it didn't want me there.