u/Chueezy

I’ve gone back and forth for years about posting this.

Part of me thinks it’s stupid.

Another part of me genuinely believes something has been following me for most of my life.

I don’t even know where this really starts because there wasn’t one big moment. It was more like small things slowly getting worse until one day I realized something was very wrong.

When I was around 9 or 10, I got really interested in paranormal stuff.

Ghosts never scared me the way they scared other kids. If anything, I was curious about them. I used to try talking to dead relatives when I was alone. My grandparents, distant cousins, whoever had passed away. Looking back now, that probably sounds insane, but at the time I thought I was just being imaginative.

Not long after that, things started happening in our house.

The house itself wasn’t anything special, but it was big for us. Three bedrooms, a big garage, huge backyard. My room sat directly in the middle of the house and had two doors facing each other.

One led to the kitchen/dining area.

The other opened into the hallway.

My parents’ room was at one end of the hall and my brother’s room was at the other. Mine sat right between them.

At first it was just noises.

Small stuff.

The kind of thing you notice at night when everyone else is asleep.

Scraping sounds.

Little footsteps.

Sometimes it sounded like someone dragging shoes across the floor outside my room.

Nothing ever happened during the day though. Only at night.

Then the laughing started.

That’s when I began getting uncomfortable.

It sounded like children laughing somewhere in the house. Most of the time it was faint, but there was one laugh that always stood out to me.

A little boy.

I eventually told my older brother about it and he immediately made fun of me.

He called me a pussy and told me I was watching too many scary movies.

But after a couple weeks, he started hearing it too.

I remember one night we were both awake in my room when we heard footsteps stop right outside the kitchen door.

Then we heard the laugh.

My brother looked directly at me and didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

That was the first time I realized I probably wasn’t imagining this.

After that, the activity started getting more aggressive.

The doors in my room started opening by themselves.

Not creaking open slowly either.

I mean fully swinging open.

One door would open.

Then shut.

Then the other door would open like something was casually walking through my room.

That was honestly the part that bothered me most.

It acted comfortable.

Like it belonged there more than we did.

This went on for almost three years.

Then one night, my brother, one of our friends, and I decided to use a Ouija board.

I know how stupid that sounds now.

The thing is, we weren’t even taking it seriously.

We were joking around most of the time and moving the piece ourselves pretending it was the “ghost.”

We were sitting in my room with one dim light on and a candle beside the board.

Then suddenly everything went black.

The power shut off completely.

At the exact same time, the candle went out.

Nobody moved.

Nobody said a word.

I still remember how silent the room felt.

Then something slammed HARD against my bedroom door.

“Holy FUCK!” my brother yelled while jumping up from the floor.

Before any of us could react, our friend started screaming.

Not yelling.

Not panicking.

Screaming like somebody was hurting him.

Then the lights came back on.

The first thing I noticed was this weird metallic smell in the room.

Then I looked at our friend.

He was covered in some kind of red liquid.

Not soaked, but enough that all three of us immediately backed away from him.

We didn’t have drinks in the room.

No paint.

Nothing red anywhere near us.

My friend started freaking out and locked himself in the bathroom.

Meanwhile my brother looked completely pale. He kept saying he felt something rush past him right before the door got hit.

We started looking around the room because whatever slammed into the door sounded hard.

That’s when we found the Ouija piece.

It was lying near the bedroom door across the room.

Neither of us had touched it.

A few minutes later we went to check on our friend.

The bathroom was empty.

The window was open.

He climbed out.

We spent around fifteen minutes searching outside before I finally found him sitting alone near the back fence.

Curled up against it.

Holding his knees.

Rocking back and forth.

I asked him if he was okay.

He wouldn’t even look at me.

He just kept shaking his head over and over.

He never came back to my house after that night.