Post by vanillacourage on Nov 1, 2015 22:43:04 GMT -5
In high school I was at a new friend's house for the first time. She asked me to go upstairs and grab a boom box (lol) from one of the bedrooms. I walked into the room and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Palpable sense of dread. I grab it and got the hell out of there. I go back downstairs and realize that the room was mostly empty while my friend and her sister were sharing a room. Ask her what's up, she says the room freaks her out because the previous owner died in it.
Another one from this spring: my grandma died in March, she and I were very close. Cleaning out her apartment we found this dumb neck pillow my mom had gotten her that played a song when you push a button. My mom told me to take it home for my kids. I didn't really want it so I put it on the dining room table that catches all the crap. A few nights later I'm the only one awake at midnight, in bed in a house with all the lights off, crying because I miss my grandma. Out of nowhere I hear the damned pillow going off from downstairs.
When I was in high school, I was babysitting one night for family friends, something I did often for them. About a month or two before that, the dad's father, (paternal gpa of the kids) had died (of cancer I believe).
I had put the kids to bed and was watching tv, and decided to check to see if the little one had fallen asleep yet. I walked upstairs and was walking down the hall to his room, and I could hear him sort of babbling, so I knew he was awake. As a made my way to his door, I heard him say "Hi Grandpa!!" a couple of times.
I turned around and went back downstairs cuz there was no way I was going into that room.