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Anonymous wrote:I’ve always been wary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband and I called it a “Malkovich Door,” put a lock on it, and didn’t think about it any more. Until my son started crying at night. He cried because of the mean man in his closet. Every night. Same spot. I stayed calm, told him to yell at the man to go away, and burned a smudge stick just to be safe. (Trying not to believe in ghosts and actually not believing in them are two different things.) Eventually my son started sleeping again, so I chalked it up to a lot of changes in a short time.

Five years later, my youngest, 3, started having the same “nightmares” about “a spooky guy is in my closet!”

“Yeah, he’s always been there,” my oldest said. “I just stopped talking about him.”

Freaky. There was a man who lived behind a little door like that when I was a kid. I wasn't scared of him, just knew that he was back there. Well, I wasn't scared until I got older and realized that there wasn't supposed to be a man living behind the crawl space door....

Oh, and he wasn't just in my house. He was also at other houses. Not every house. Just some houses.

Could it possibly be a protective spirit?

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Anonymous wrote:I’ve always been wary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband and I called it a “Malkovich Door,” put a lock on it, and didn’t think about it any more. Until my son started crying at night. He cried because of the mean man in his closet. Every night. Same spot. I stayed calm, told him to yell at the man to go away, and burned a smudge stick just to be safe. (Trying not to believe in ghosts and actually not believing in them are two different things.) Eventually my son started sleeping again, so I chalked it up to a lot of changes in a short time.

Five years later, my youngest, 3, started having the same “nightmares” about “a spooky guy is in my closet!”

“Yeah, he’s always been there,” my oldest said. “I just stopped talking about him.”

Freaky. There was a man who lived behind a little door like that when I was a kid. I wasn't scared of him, just knew that he was back there. Well, I wasn't scared until I got older and realized that there wasn't supposed to be a man living behind the crawl space door....

Oh, and he wasn't just in my house. He was also at other houses. Not every house. Just some houses.

Could it possibly be a protective spirit?

Why do you think this? Genuinely asking, and totally understand if you would rather not discuss it.

Yes, I think that's possible.

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Anonymous wrote:I’ve always been wary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband and I called it a “Malkovich Door,” put a lock on it, and didn’t think about it any more. Until my son started crying at night. He cried because of the mean man in his closet. Every night. Same spot. I stayed calm, told him to yell at the man to go away, and burned a smudge stick just to be safe. (Trying not to believe in ghosts and actually not believing in them are two different things.) Eventually my son started sleeping again, so I chalked it up to a lot of changes in a short time.

Five years later, my youngest, 3, started having the same “nightmares” about “a spooky guy is in my closet!”

“Yeah, he’s always been there,” my oldest said. “I just stopped talking about him.”

Freaky. There was a man who lived behind a little door like that when I was a kid. I wasn't scared of him, just knew that he was back there. Well, I wasn't scared until I got older and realized that there wasn't supposed to be a man living behind the crawl space door....

Oh, and he wasn't just in my house. He was also at other houses. Not every house. Just some houses.

Could it possibly be a protective spirit?

Yes, I think that's possible.

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Anonymous wrote:Great timing with Halloween around the corner and the release of "Paranormal Activity." When we moved into our almost 100 year old house, my DS was terrified of something in his room and kept waking up in the middle of the night. He asked me "Whose the old lady in my room at night?" He slept on the couch for almost a year. My sister was visiting and slept next to the room where DS sleeps and said she kept waking up at night because she felt someone sitting on her bed. She hasn't been back to visit since. I've heard knocking on my bedroom door when there is no one there as well as foot steps and banging. There's a room in my basement where my dog refuses to enter. I could go on and on.

This isn't my story, but I have heard 17 different members of the same extended family tell it. My friend left her abusive husband. She moved her 7 kids halfway across the country for a fresh start. For a long time, they framed into 1-2 bedroom apartments because all she could get were shitty jobs. Then, someone told her about an old farmhouse for rent. The farm fields had been bought by a neighboring farmer, but he rented out the house and barn. Hew as asking less for the house than their two bedroom and it was zoned to a nicer school. So she rents it.

They move in and instantly there are problems. But when you have 3 boys between 5 and 14, it's easy to write off noise as the kid you don't see at the moment. Then, it started happening while the 8 of them were all seated at dinner. The mom's Catholic, but she forgets or ignores everything we learn about how to handle this. She tries befriending it. That just strengthen it. She tries fighting it herself. Now it's mad.

By the time her family drives out there for Thanksgiving, they are sleeping bunched up in two of the six bedrooms. Her brother takes a third bedroom for his wife and kid. One sister and mother take a fourth room. Her baby sister refuses to share a room and heads for the one room they never use. My friend and her kids all plead with the sister/aunt. She doubles down.

A little after midnight, they are all awakened by sobbing and pleading from the baby aunt's room. The adults run in and find two dressers on top of her on the bed. It takes my friend, her brother, other sister, and mom to pull them off. They said the furniture felt heavy until they got it off her, then it was lightweight. They also felt dizzy, full of dread, and like time was passing very slowly.

They drag the sister off the bed and into the hall. The door slammed shut behind them and they hear furniture crashing up against it.

The entire family hightailed it out for the night and slept in their cars. Baby aunt still can't talk yet about what happened. The next day is thanksgiving so nothing's open and the motels are packed. So they head back into the house. It looks like a bomb went off. They grab whatever food isn't ruined and have tuna and ham sandwiches for breakfast and thanksgiving dinner.

The brother's wife decides she can talk to this spirit and goes inside. At first, all seems good. No screaming. No flying furniture. But then 30, 45 minutes go by and they realize they've heard nothing at all. The adults go back in the house and start getting dizzy and moving slowly. They decide to split up and each search two rooms, then leave. My friend finds her SIL with her face plastered against the wall in the bad room. She grabs at her and gets pushed back out of the room. She gets her brother, sisters, and mom. The had to make a human chain to get the SIL out. She said something had her hair and was trying to pull her through the wall. The hair on that side of her head fell out. It grew back silver.

They said "F-ck this house.", slept in the cars again, and the next day hired a Uhaul and moved everything out, then came back to Maryland. Baby aunt became super religious.

What state is this house and when did it happen?

Anonymous wrote:I do not believe in ghosts/afterlife/etc.

However, every time I leave my house and leave the radio on, it is turned off. Every time I leave lights on, some are off, some are on. I live in a 100 year old plus rowhouse in DC, where I am sure someone died in (we found the newspaper clipping). Otherwise we have not seen or heard anything. Would really love it if someone could explain that sometimes radios turn off by themselves.

Anonymous wrote:It's hard to articulate but I think just the fact that I wasn't scared of him as a kid...he certainly didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me - he was just there, sort of a friendly unobtrusive presence. Once I got older I stopped sensing his presence like that and, of course, logic told me that there was no way that he could be real...right?

I became scared of him only after I realized that he shouldn't be there. Once I became scared of him I stopped sensing him - at least in a concrete form like a man in the crawl space.

Over the years, I have felt nudged and protected by something akin to a guardian angel.

Anonymous wrote:Cool! Do you know what oart of Missouri?

My aunt and uncle lived in a farmhouse in rural missouri for several years. One of their daighter woukd regularly talk to people in her room. I think she was early elememtary. One day my uncle was outside working and he heard someone playing crashing elaborate music on their piano.

No one but him was home and when he went in the house to see what was going on the music stopped.

They had some other incidents.

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Anonymous wrote:It's hard to articulate but I think just the fact that I wasn't scared of him as a kid...he certainly didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me - he was just there, sort of a friendly unobtrusive presence. Once I got older I stopped sensing his presence like that and, of course, logic told me that there was no way that he could be real...right?

I became scared of him only after I realized that he shouldn't be there. Once I became scared of him I stopped sensing him - at least in a concrete form like a man in the crawl space.

Over the years, I have felt nudged and protected by something akin to a guardian angel.

Could have been a grandfather or other ancestor. Who knows.

Anonymous wrote:Not nearly as dramatic as pp, but we all had strange experiences in my grandmother's house. The previous owner had been involved in a rather notorious business scandal. The story I heard was that his son, who had always idolized his father, subsequently committed suicide in the bathroom connected to my grandmother's guest room. Doors would slam shut, the water in the sink would turn on by itself (not just a drip, full blast), things like that. The strangest thing is that I don't remember being scared. My grandmother, who was a total wuss about staying by herself in general, didn't seem scared. When something would happen, we'd all just look at each other and shrug. Even looking back on it, it doesn't frighten me. It was just "our" ghost.

I got married at Woodlawn Plantation. I didn't know until after the wedding that it is considered to be haunted (and it wouldn't have changed my plans, anyway). I went upstairs to use the bathroom, and felt a very strange, creepy presence. I didn't say anything until one of our guests mentioned that they had experienced something. Then everyone nearby admitted that they hadn't said anything because thought others would think they were losing their minds. I keep thinking we'll go back for the ghost tour that they have on Halloween as a sort of "anniversary" event!

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Anonymous wrote:I believe, but I still have to make a joke, sorry. Why can't Sam and Dean come help me?? I mean, I watched all 11 season! That actor acting Dean is fine.

You're not allowed to add any levity to threads like these. The "Believe or go to hell" posters who patrol the supernatural threads like they're playing whack-a-mole will bash you over the head with their meaty fists.

Now levitation, that's a perfectly acceptable subject matter. Speaking of, I was at the breakfast table this morning, drinking my mystery coffee (after talking myself down from a nightmare scenario I decided a loved one had gotten up early; hey, we all have a right to kid ourselves every now and then) and reading the rumpled paper, when I saw the temperature on the outside thermometer start to go up all by itself. I know it's summer in Washington, but it was freaky as hell. I went inside and closed the door, safe and sound, then turned on the AC. Then I got goosebumps, so I put the whole thing out of my mind. Life is scary sometimes. I just got a chill -- a ghost must have walked over my grave. Or I should move further away from this godforsaken vent.

Didn't even finish reading this because it is so dull, stupid, and lacking any originality. I don't believe in ghosts either, but the stories are fun. Your stories are lame and contribute nothing.

I can't even bring myself to write my first response to this comment. At least my "dull, stupid" and unoriginal post wasn't mean spirited and filled with ugliness and hatred, like yours. I enjoyed writing it. You made me feel terrible, though, congratulations. Must suck to have that effect on people.

I think you need an exorcism. I highly recommend one for you, PP. You have a really bad aura -- your post gave me a bad feeling even over the internet.

If anyone is being mean spirited, it is you. You're trying to spoil everyone's fun by posting your stupid stories. And they are not funny or clever.

By the way, since you have outed yourself as a non-believer, I should mention that it is offensive, deeply offensive, to tell someone you think they're possessed by a spirit. And many people would think you're playing with fire by even mentioning it. Just go away please.