A short story from my old house when I was 13.

Short story:

So, back when I was 13 I lived with my dad, my stepmom at the time, and my brother. We lived in a pretty decent sized house ( it had an acre backyard with a pool 65 ft x 35 ft). Basically a party house if you will. This house was one story, but had long hallways and big open rooms. I remember when I first entered this house it gave off a feeling of uncertainness.

Like, you didn't really know how to feel about it. Sure the house was big and looked gorgeous but other than that it gave off a weird vibe. My room was the farthest away from everyone else. To get to my room you'd have to go down a skinny hallway that would lead you to the theatre room, laundry room, guest bedroom , and of course my bedroom. My bedroom had a big window that looked out to the front yard and the street in front of the house. My bed would face that window head on.

Anyway now you have a slight description of the house let's move on to the story.

One night we just got done having a party, and people were leaving and a select few stayed because of too much drinking. I was scared of the dark during this time period so I'd always sleep with my T.V on. Not only was I scared of the dark but the house always spooked me anyway.

So I just got into bed and my stepmom would come in and pray with me every night. She was a very religious lady, and always told me to tell God about my day and ask for protection. I always did because it helped relax me every night before going to bed even if no one was there to listen. She left the room and said her goodnights and I looked over at my T.V and George Lopez was on.

I watched George Lopez before falling asleep. When suddenly I was awoken due to a loud horrific scream. My heart immediately started beating out of control. I started to shake. My T.V was still on because I would never set a timer just incase I woke up in the middle of the night. I got out of my bed and started to full on sprint out of my room, but for some reason something stopped me. I froze right at the entrance of my room and turned around. The T.V made the whole room glow, and from that my bed would cast a shadow onto the carpet.

I looked at the end of my bed and there sat someone. Sitting like a frog (hands in between the legs and crouching). This someone I instantly noticed did not have a shadow like my bed did. I remember my stepmom telling me that every time you go to bed your 4 guardian angels will be at each corner to protect you from danger.

Remembering that relaxed me. Relaxed me enough to approach this figure. This figure was bald, had a smile on his face, and was wearing all black. I can't tell you if it was black pants and a long black sleeve. All I know is everything else but his face was black and was shaped like a human.

When I approached him I didn't feel terrified anymore. I felt like I've seen him before and I knew him. I said hello? There was no response just the same expression. I started to back away because i thought I would at least get a hello back. And not getting a response just freaked me out even more. I closed my eyes and prayed to god to protect me and my family from harm. I started to run down the hallway when I heard my name be called "Brandon."

I instantly froze.

Followed by my name I heard run. Run. I didn't ask any questions cause damn I was about to sh*t my pants from fear. So I ran, I mean i Forest Gumped straight down that hallway. I ran straight outside causing the house alarm to go off. Except it didn't. IT DIDNT GO OFF.

So now I didn't know what was worse being outside alone or going back inside to a figure crouched next to my bed, and someone calling my name and telling me to run. So I decided to go back inside. I decided i was going to go back to my room and see if the figure was still near my bed. I walked into my room and the figure was gone. Instead of sleeping in my bed I ran and jumped into my brothers bed and hid under the sheets.

THE END

To this day I have many stories about this house and the weird things that would happen. Like this one time I was the last in the house for my grandpas funeral which was happening right outside in our backyard all our friends and family was there. I heard talking in the other room so I went to go let them know hey the ceremony is about to happen. But no one was in the room. Etc etc.

I was never a fan of this house and I wasn't the only person who thought it was strange. My stepbrother has felt his feet/legs be touched in my old bedroom when he was trying to sleep. My brother would hear pacing back in forth at the end of his bed.

submitted by /u/Brandsm
[link] [comments]
Source: horror text

You may also like...

Log In

Forgot password?

Forgot password?

Enter your account data and we will send you a link to reset your password.

Your password reset link appears to be invalid or expired.

Log in

Privacy Policy

Add to Collection

No Collections

Here you'll find all collections you've created before.