‘Tis the season to dress up like someone or something else and scare, be scared and reap as much candy as possible! (Only to later trash it!)
In the spirit of this spooktacular holiday, we call Halloween, I’d like to tell a story-a ghostly story-about a house and it’s family. Read on if you don’t scare easily. Otherwise-well, read on anyway.
It was mid-October. It was chilly by this time of year on Long Island. The leaves on the trees were almost done falling and the sun tended to set early.
I lived in a large 3 story house on Berkshire Drive one block from the seven sisters. The seven sisters, for those of you who are not familiar, were a series of hills famously named because they resembled 7 sisters lying on their backs. If you’re interested read Here. I lived there with my aunt Brenda, who loved to read. She had a book in her hand when she wasn’t doing typical parental chores. I also lived with my cousins Nikki and Melinda and my Sister Denise. We had a dog for a short time but I can’t remember what happened to her. We were all teenagers and did teenage things. We’d have friends over almost every day. There was always someone coming or going.
In order to get into the house you’d have to walk through two doors. The first door led into a mud room. The second door had an old set of metal blinds hanging from the top of the door. Whenever anyone opened or closed that door the blinds would rattle against the door.
This is the house we used to live in:
There were three floors. The ground floor only had the kitchen, a boiler room and the mud room. The second floor had a few bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room with French doors and a stairway that led to a half-finished attic/third floor. The third floor had three additional bedrooms that had no doors and a fourth room that had a door. That door was locked. The window to this room with the locked door faces the front of the house just like every haunting movie ever!
The creep factor of this house was a 10. Netflix has a new show called The Haunting of Hill House. That show reminds me of our house. Mainly because of the room with the locked door.
One night, I was in one of the bedrooms on the second floor. My aunt Brenda was in the living room reading with the television on and the French doors shut. I was listening to the radio (LL Cool J) with the volume down low. My sister and cousins were all out with friends. I heard the door leading into the mud room open and then I heard the blinds hit the back of the second door twice-once when it opened and then again when it was closed.
My first thought was, everyone is home. But I didn’t hear their voices. That’s when I started paying closer attention. A moment later I heard, what sounded like claw marks hitting the floor tiles. Whatever it was it made it’s way through the kitchen, around the corner and went up the stairs. When it got to the top of the stairs it stopped.
I poked my head out the door and glanced down the hallway towards the stairs to see what it was and there was nothing there!
I walked down the hallway to see if it went back down the stairs (I didn’t hear the nails hitting the stairs going down) and before I could fully process what was happening my aunt Brenda opened the French doors and asked, “what are you doing?”
I explained to her that I had heard something. She told me that she didn’t hear anything and that I should go to bed.
This was the only time I’ve experienced something like this. I never found out what it was or if it was even real. I never found out what was in the room with the locked door either.
I saw my aunt Brenda several years ago and reminded her of this and she admitted to hearing something as well.
We all have our own beliefs and stories about happenings like this. I’d love to hear why you think we should believe in ghosts!
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