The House on Grant Street

From: Anonymous
Story type: Ghost
Location: denver,colorado...grant street
Source: Form Submission

I was born in a house on grant street...but this was no ordinary house. my mother and father bought this house for dirt cheap,they soon found out why. it started innocent enough...marballs would materialize out of thin air,but at night it took a more malishous turn...i personnaly was dragged out of my bed and through the walls of my bedroom,what was done to me is anybobies guess because whatever happened was to tramatic to remember.

i told this to my parents,who's reaction was "there's no such thing as ghosts.",to which the ghosts replied by ringing a bell in the now vacent second floor.unfortunately we were not immune to there influnence by day...one morning i awoke to a stampede of white bufflo in the kitchen just outside my bedroom door. and when you when down in the basement,(where the only bathroom was at the time.)you would peer into the vacent,dark store rooms and feel/know that something was watching you. every night since i was seven(when we moved out) the black as coal creatures with glowing yellow eyes would come to dragg me through the walls...but the worst experience of my life was when i had a run in with the "hounds of hell."

one night i woke up and i had to take a dump...i tried to wake my brother up to protect me as i ventured down into the dreaded basement to relive myself.he wouldn't come because he was too tired...i knew i couldn't hold it in so i musterd up what little courage i had and my blanket and whearaly walk into the hands of doom.a chill crawled up my spine as i looked down at the basement(the light was one ...turned on by someone or something) all clear i thought it's only a few steps away...i hadn't gotten down 3 stepps when i was ambushed by 3 dog like creatures with black eyes and a glowing fire colored skin...it looked like glowing fire...i tried to get away but as i turned to run i sliped and fell where i stand...the hounds grawaled a regular sounding bark as they leaped up the stairs and at me. i covered my head with my blanket praying it would go away but the hounds kept c lawing it away...finally as they growled and snaraled looking feirce i was able to back up a step or two,i was half way out of the stair way...across the kitchen, in the living room i saw good o'l mom ,salvation i thought so i called out mom...she didn't respond so i yelled loader,still no response...so i yelled again and again each time getting louder and louder but something was preventing her from hearing my tearful and frieghtened screams.

just when i thought nothing could save me from this nightmare...a figure appeared from the nearest store room in the basement and it ,for reasons i scarcely understand, called them back...it was over for now so i got up ,i didn't want to tempt fate again so i did what any boy would do in this situation...i was forced to relieve myself in my pants!!!this house had 60+ ghosts because of a portal.