If you've never experienced any unexplained phenomena, it's easy to dismiss it as bullshit. I don't believe every story I hear about ghosts or hauntings either, despite the several things I've witnessed. In fact, I don't believe in ghosts. I think when we die, we leave this earth and after that, I have some theories, but no answers. I guess I look at it this way- why would someone's grandma come back to make their life hell when they could've done it when they were alive lol! Well, something like that. At any rate, I do believe in the spirit world, good and evil. I know many people that have traded stories and even shared experiences with me that were beyond explanation. I'll start with the least crazy one. The others, I'll save for another time.
My boyfriend and I were housesitting for his parents while they were out of town. They live in a nice normal neighborhood, and I really love their house. His mom has a flair for design and a serious decorating habit! No space is empty in their home. The walls are a deep red in some places, contrasting beautifully with the stained wood. (The image from pixels was pretty close to give you the feel of the interior actually, just not enough furnishings!)
We were outside in the garage enjoying our music and cocktails. We don't have much outside living space, being that we live in an apt. so it was great to just relax and enjoy the California evening. At one point I had to pee, so, I went to do that. As I'm doing my business I hear the French doorknob and I see it slowly move up and down a couple of times. "That little bastard!" I think to myself. "Very funny!" I call, but no answer. I was thinking, ooh this is like a horror movie, I'm the skeptic sitting duck! See, I wasn't scared, but I soon would be. I opened the door and he wasn't there. He wouldn't have had the time to run away that fast. The other problem was that they have hardwood floors and a very creaky hallway. You really cannot sneak in that house.
I go outside smirking to hide my creeping sense of dread. "Very funny, real good one." My boyfriend is just sitting there innocently drinking his cran-raspberry vodka with an orange slice (his delicious creation you must try sometime). The serious look on his face when he heard what I was accusing him of made it clear. He wasn't screwing with me. See, he's really freaked out to be alone in that house. He's had experiences there his whole life. He doesn't even want to inherit it someday, he's so convinced it's got something going on.
We still talk about the creepy experiences we've had there, but for me, seeing that door handle move was the most inexplicable one that happened to me in that house. I know some of you are thinking that I was just drunk and imagined it, but I assure you, I was on my first drink and I can hang! We did get plastered of course, how else were we gonna sleep that night?
(Not my boyfriend. Images from pixabay)
Have you ever had any scary encounters? Are you a skeptic? I'd love to hear your stories too! Please share!
