(February 6, 2014 at 3:26 pm)x2theone2x Wrote: I was sleeping for about awhile
A refreshingly precise description of a length of time. :p
My weird experience, not really a ghost story, but here you go:
Preface: I get really paranoid about home invaders and serial killers when I'm home alone. Must have been all those slasher movies I watched as a teenager. Compound that with an experience a couple years ago where I saw heard and saw a guy hop my backyard fence, go around to the front of the house and walk away down the road. If that don't make a 20-something woman home alone at least a little scared, I don't know what will.
Anyway, I was home alone one night and it was around 9pm, maybe later (it was summer and it was dark outside therefore it was probably 9pm or later) I heard the unmistakable sound of the door upstairs opening.... and then closing. Keep in mind I was definitely home alone, and both the cats were asleep in their beds downstairs. All sentient beings capable of opening or closing a door were accounted for. There was no reason for a door to be opening and closing upstairs.
Brushed it off as my imagination.
A few minutes later, I heard it again, this time it kind of weirded me out. The third time it happened I got kind of scared. The fourth time, I started watching the doors upstairs to see if I could see anything but I couldn't, but I could still hear the unmistakable sound of the hinges creaking, the latch giving, and then the door closing again.
I'm totally fuckin' scared by this point. There is no such thing as ghosts so there has to be some earthly cause for this phenomena and I'll be damned if I go check it out unarmed especially if it turns out to be some serial rapist who decided it was way easier to climb into a second-story window than to jimmy one of the downstairs bedroom windows. That doesn't make any sense, even by stupid criminal standards, so it must be nothing. So I grabbed a cast iron pan, turned on the lights and headed upstairs.
I get all the way to the second-stair from the top, frying pan held like a baseball bat (just in case), really scoping out the three doors on the landing when the door to the spare bedroom creaked open. Latch fluttered, creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeked open about 9 inches and then pushed closed again. I almost peed myself.
I steeled my resolve, went up the last two steps, rounded the landing and just as the door was creeking open again, I kicked it open, jumped back and got ready to bash in Ghost Face from the Scream movies, or Michael Meyers, or whomever was in there!!!
What I saw was an open window.
It was summer. It was hot out. The window was open so let the house cool off and it was a breezy night.
I closed the window and slept with a BB gun next to my bed that night, just in case.
Teenaged X-Files obsession + Bermuda Triangle episode + Self-led school research project = Atheist.
