Grandma's House

From: Trish (JstKeepSwimmin06@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Tuskawilla Florida
Source: Form Submission

I've submitted a previous article about my experiences with a ghost in the house I babysat in. I'm fascinated with ghosts, I've read up on them and such, and I even tried my hand at a failed ghost hunt.

Well, in my Grandmother's house, there's this one back hall. At the entrance from the living room, there's a door. After entering the hallway, if you walk straight ahead, there's a bathroom, if you turn left, and continue down the hall, on the right of the end is my cousin, Bethanie's, room, directly across from that, is the office, which is a room I sleep in, with my younger cousin, Kelsey, when we sleep over, in that room, there's a connected bathroom, that also connects to my cousin, Garrett's, room.

On many occasions in that room, have I felt like I was being watched, like there was something behind me, and if I turned around I would be face to face with a horrible, grotesque, figure. You know the feeling, that tingling that goes up your spine, and the adrenaline pumping through your body just makes you want to run? Well, that's the feeling. I'm not generally afraid of being alone, except in my old house, which has a speculated ghost, or my Grandmother's house.

One day, I was in there changing, and I had left the door open, because I was trying to listen for a knock at the door or my mother coming in. I turned my back to the door for a split second to grab my shirt, and when I turned back, it was closed. This door squeaks when it's manually closed, and shoving it in it's door frame takes a little bit of work, since it's old. I hadn't heard a single noise, and it was shut, tight. Not just slightly ajar, but shut. I grabbed my bag, and ran out of the other door, through the bathroom, through my cousins room, and into the living room. Having later realized I had forgotten my shoes, I went back there, to find the door open. No one had been back there since I had run out.

One day, my cousin Kelsey and I were fighting. I wanted the lights off, she wanted them on. I wanted the door shut, she wanted it open wide so the light from the hall shines in my eyes. I agreed to let it half open, but she didn't want that, so she stormed out of the room, and I didn't mind, and went to sleep, the door still half open. I woke up three times that night to it being slammed shut. Each time I got up to open it, and leave it cracked slightly so the door didn't stick, and each time I woke up to a BAM and a shut door. The next morning, I had gotten up, and yelled at my cousin for waking me up all those times, but my Grandmother rushed to her defense, and said no one had gone back into that hall until 2 A.M, when my oldest cousin, Bethanie, came in from work.

On Spring Break, my oldest cousin was going to Pensicola to see her father, and my Grandmother and Grandfather were taking my cousin Garrett to Tenn. For the Grand Ole Opprey Show. Having two dogs that couldn't come with them, they asked me to stay the week and house and dog sit. I agreed, because she offered to pay me, and I was getting sick of being at home with my Mother. In the kitchen, I felt very very safe, like nothing in the world could touch me. In the living room, I felt safe from anything supernatural. I didn't feel like anything was going to pop up and throw a candle holder at my head. But at dark, I avoided going into the back hall. If I had to go to the bathroom, I went into my Grandmother's, if I needed a blanket from the hall closet, I took it off a bed. Sometimes, the dogs would dissapear for hours at a time, and finally, I would search for them. My Grandmother's dog was always somewhere in my Grandmother's room, or by the front door, sniffing away at the ground. But the other dog was always a mystery, and would usually show up on her own after a few more hours.

One night, after her dissapearing act, I heard her whimpering, and even crying. I followed the noise through the kitchen, through the living room, and then stopped dead at the back hall door. After much dileberation, I opened up the door, flipped on every light switch I had saw, and creeped carefully back there, following the sound of the dog crying. Every nerve in my system was telling me to run, it wasn't safe. I wanted to run, but I knew I couldn't. The dog was in pain. I followed it back into my cousin, Bethanie's room, and then kneeled down, by her bed, and there was the dog. Her leg trapped between a block that must've fallen off one of the boxes under my cousins bed (it was a high, high bed. ). I pulled her out, picked her up, and went to leave my cousin's room, but there the door was. Shut. I nearly dropped the dog, and ran for the door, yanked it open, and walked out into a dark hallway. Chilled to the core, I groped for a light switch, but there was this tapping noise, against the wall. Like someone from inside my cousin's room was tapping on the wall lightly with a hammer or something. So, I forgot the light switch, and ran head on, through the hallway, and out into the living room. Slammed the door shut, and barricaded it.

I don't know if whatever is back there is malevolent, or just a little bored. I don't know why it's there, but I do trust, with every fiber of my being, that there's something there. No one in my family has been physically hurt, but no one feels quite at ease back there at night.