There's Something in the Closet

This scary story involves a bit of a mystery that Wny that discovers once she's
much older. But if anything, it goes to show that you really have
to be careful when it comes to playing summoning games. If you don't know
what those are, it might be best to keep it that way. My
name is Edward, and here is twenty first true scary story. I grew
up in a small town called Lake Los Angeles. It's thirty minutes away from
Lancaster, an hour away from Los Angeles. This house was bought by my
dad. He built it up. Whatever was in that house didn't come from
the land, came from something I didn't know. The first encounters, I
would be outside playing or be alone. I would hear my mom call me.
I would run to her. This happened countless times. My mom would
be like, no, I didn't call you, where are you talking about.
I do recall the feeling of being watched, being afraid to be alone.
I was really scared of being alone, even as a toddler. As
a baby, I was scared to be alone in that house. I was
in third grade. I was sitting down next to my bed, folding my
clothes. My closet was wide open. I felt something in my head was
like, oh, look at the closet. I turned around. My hangers
start moving like some pretty is looking for clothes. I stood frozen. When
I could react, I ran out of my room and went to go tell
my mom. My mom was like, oh, no, you're probably just
imagining things. It was probably just the ac It was probably just the wind.
But there was nothing on, no fans. I think I could explain
that. After that, I can't remember much, just being really scared of
being alone. I was really terrified of my closet. I would close my
closet at night wake up, and the part of the closet was open.
There was a sliding door closet. It was open like if somebody could peek
through. I would gaslight myself. Oh maybe I didn't close it right,
But now thinking back on it, I would close my closet right because I
was very scared. I was in fourth grade when I actually started seeing whatever
was in the house. My dad had an office room. Our hallway was
really long. I just had doors. I was sitting there in my room
watching TV. My dad was in his office earlier. I never saw him
leave, but all of a sudden, I did see him walk by.
I was going to ask my dad, Hey, can I play pinball on
the computer or go on clip Penguin. I walked into the office. It
was just pitch black. When I had just seen whatever that figure was walk
into that room, That's when I was like, there's something wrong in this
house. I saw that figure go into the room. Since the hallway was
dark, the room was dark. I didn't make note of it. I
didn't think, but as I walked up to the door, the door was
shut. When I opened it, the room was completely pitch black. There
was nobody in there. I ran to the garage told my dad. My
dad is a very non believer, and he was like, no, it's
just in your head. You're watching movies. I told my mom. I
feel like my mom always knew what was going on in that house. She
would always try to keep a calm by telling me it was just my imagining.
I continued to see shadows out of the corners of my eyes or or
the closet. I would hear noises in the closet, ruffling things like that.
We left to Mexico for vacation and we came back. I overheard this
conversation. My uncle was telling my mom that in my room in the closet,
he heard voices, he heard ruffling, he felt something a very negative
presence watching him. My mom was like, oh, it's just our sister,
because her sister had passed away. My uncle was like, no,
that is not a presence of our family. That is the presence of something
bad. My mom chose to blow it off. Later on, I think
I was in grade. I don't remember a lot of stuff. Maybe I'd
blocked it out because I was so scared. I used to love watching a
haunting. I was sitting there watching with my dog. I started hearing my
dog. She was growling at the hallway. I was like, what's wrong.
She stopped. I continued to watch TV, and then she starts barking
like crazy. I looked up and saw this tall, dark figure walk from
that office room to my parents' room. My dog was going crazy, barking,
barking, barking. I grabbed her and I went outside and I was
like, hey, this is what I saw. They always wanted to tell
me that's not why you saw that. It was just in my head or
in my imagination. I knew it wasn't after that, being started to pick
up a lot. I started things touch me and whispered right next to me.
There was this one instant. My sister had come over. She was
healing the relationship with our family. I was babysitting her son. He was
toddler, age two or three. She left him in his playpen. They
had all up to Walmart. I was left alone. I was in my
bedroom cleaning, getting ready for school the next day because of Sunday. I
felt like when somebody walks behind you, but somebody small. I thought it
was my nephew. I was like, oh, he climbed out of his
pape. That's going to go play next to my closet where I have all
the toys. I started hearing wrestling where my backpack was, where all the
toys were. I was like, hey, hey, baby, stop doing
that. It just continued. Out of the corner of my eye. I
saw his figure, a small little figure there. I was like, hey,
you need to stop, don't rip my stuff. I walk from my
bed to where the closet is. There was nothing. I immediately ran out.
I went to go see where he was. He was sleeping in his
claypen. I picked him up and ran outside. I called my sister,
Hey, you need to get home right now. I don't remember being this
hysterical, but my sister said I was crying, screaming, telling her to
come home. She came home as fast as she could and calmed me down.
She didn't gaslight me. She knew what was going on in the house.
She knew what was happening. Time goes by. We're moving out of
this house, and I was during recession. We were going to Mexico.
I was packing my stuff the same way. My closet was open in the
third grade. Everything I was doing the same. I looked up again.
My hangers were just moving. I was so mad about at the circumstances of
moving to a new country. I told that you need to stop, you
need to leave me alone. I was so mad. It just stopped.
That was moving. Hangers just stopped, completely stopped. It was shaking,
and it stopped. Right before moving out. My mom was sitting down in
the country or watching Novelas I got upset at her, I left to my
room and locked the door. I was sitting there writing in my diary.
All of a sudden, I just feel my room shake like an earthquake.
We used to have this religious figure was loving him. Marie out. She
was holding baby Jesus and I started rocking back and forth. As soon as
everything stops, I get up runt to my mom and I'm like, hey,
mom, there was an earthquake. There was an earthquake. My mom
just looks at me. She's like, what are you talking about? Are
you okay? What's going on? I explained to her. She just was
like, okay, we'ld pray together. That's why my mom started really realizing
that I wasn't wrying. She knew the whole time. Fast forward to us
being adults living in a new house. We were all sitting down. I
started telling my mom, remember when you would guesslight me so much about this
house. My sister starts laughing. They start laughing. They're like, we
all experienced stuff in that house. They just wanted to protect to me,
have me not be afraid my sisters. They decided to play semony games,
mirror games, Ouji board in that room. The closet used to have mirror
doors. After the Semni games, she dreamt about a demon, a presence
trying to suck her into the mirror. She woke up with scratches on her
cheeks. I think when my sisters played those so many games, those mirror
games, that Ouiji board, they let something out. It wasn't good.
I don't know if it was a demon, but it liked to mess with
me. I liked to cause fear, to make itself known. It was
really scary. My mom, she tells me that in that room she was
never able to sleep. She felt like something was there, a negative,
nasty present watching her. My sister when she would come over, she wouldn't
sleep in there either. Everybody who stayed at that house that was family,
not family, They always suck the same thing. They heard ruffling in the
closet, or a voice, a really strong negative energy watching upon them.
Obviously, whenever it was. It's still in that house right now. That
house, it's alone lives in there. There's abandoned cars there. Somebody owned
it. But I don't think anybody stays or results there anymore. I've never
been back to that house. I did go back to my friend's house.
He lives next door. We were waiting I feet before. My friend was
like, let's play ready board, come on, it'll be fine. I
said, don't worry. That's fine. We started to play. It's going
smoothly. We look up protections, we do it in a safe way.
But all of a sudden, the mood changes. When my friend asks it
the question, hey, do you know us? It says yes. We
ask it, how long have you known us? It doesn't reply. We
asked, have you known us since we were kids? Yes. I've started
to feel exactly how I felt in that house, that same presence that I
always felt. I don't know what it was, just a negative, dark
presence. I told my friend we need to stop. We need to stop
playing this. Whatever was in that house is channeling through your house. We
need to stop. When we stopped, we closed, everything, said goodbye,
but I still felt very uneasy, like I was being watched the same
way I hadn't felt in a long time. My friend was like, oh,
you're fine, You're fine. I went home that day, I still
felt the same way. Lights would flicker. I don't know if it was
a coincidence. I started waking up that odd times, three in the morning,
two thirty in the morning. I started feeling scared. My friend was
like, you should go to somebody who does a cleansing. We went,
we did a cleansing. She started whatever was in that house before was trying
to touch itself to me again. The kuranda grew how I don't know what
to refer to her. As told me that not to play with those things
because in my family somebody had done bruhetia to my dad. Whatever was out
to hurt my dad was out to hurt us. I didn't notice my mom.
She did confirm that my grandma and would do bruhetia. They would do
things like that. That's what the lady ended up advising me. That's why
I feel like I believe a lot in that now. So later on my
mom met the lady that read to the helm. She asked my mom,
was there anything? Did anybody pass away in this house? My daughters are
experiencing things that we can't explain. My mom said, I would just pray
and be strong with your faith and your religion. They can't hurt you.
My mom didn't tell her what happened is not to scare her. She had
just rented out the house. She was a single mom. She was happy.
I still experienced paranormal things. We moved into a different house and this
one wasn't as scary, it was comforting. We moved into a house and
my dad works with word a lot. He was making my mom's friends a
box for her ashes. Her ashes were in our house. I remember this
night they had took my door away because I was being a bad kid.
I was falling asleep. My dog was barking at the hallway. I pushed
him so he would stop. I woke up, he's still doing it.
I decided to cover him with the blanket. As I'm falling asleep, I
felt something like when your mom used to wake you up to go to school,
if she would touch your face to wake you up. That's what it
felt like somebody was doing to me. I brushed you off. I thought
it was my dog. Then I felt it again. I opened my eyes.
There was nothing in the room. My dog was just sitting there frozen.
I think he was scared. Deep was silent. I was like looking
everywhere. There was nothing in the room. We say it's that person,
my mom's friend. Because I used to call her grandma. I feel like
in a way I was hurt coming to say bye. She never got to
say bye to me. But that's a different experience, not as scary as
the ones in that house where I felt things touching me or watching me.
It's really scary to think there's things out there that like to cause fear,
that want to hurt you, especially when you're a child. You can listen
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