Post by auntym on Jun 9, 2014 10:38:24 GMT -6
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Reader Submission: Haunted Nursery
Posted on June 8, 2014
by ghostghoul
“My junior year of high school, my family moved to a new house in Ohio. I loved the house because it was huge. It was built in 1892 and everything in the house still looked original (i.e the floors, the wooden stair case, the wooden detailed trim on the walls.) It was beautiful, a dream home for any large family.
I’m not easily scared. I watched every scary movie you can think of from the time I was able to choose what I watched. I’ve even been ghost hunting with my boyfriend and his friends. I’ve never considered myself a ‘chicken’ and I’d never say I was easily scared, but I can promise you this, I’ll never step another foot in that house again.
When we moved, I was given the master bedroom because there was a door to a nursery that was perfect for me, since I was eight months pregnant with son Dalton. My boyfriend, Ryan, was also moving in with me so we needed to space. My mom and her husband, Scott, had the second largest room across the hall, and my older brother, Dean, was down the hall by the bathroom. My youngest brother Jamie was in the smallest room that was originally the room where the maids or slaves would’ve been kept.
Something at the Door
Within a month after moving, I’d given birth to Dalton and was getting in a routine. Every morning I woke up Ryan around 5:30. While he showered, I fed Dalton and laid him back down then went and helped Ryan get ready. After he left, I normally would either go back to sleep or work on my online school work. That particular morning, I decided to try to go back to sleep. I’d brought Dalton into the bed with me and left the door to his room open, which I never did because open doors freak me out and I can never sleep with them open. As I laid there trying to fall asleep, I had the strange sensation that someone was staring at me from Dalton’s doorway. I opened my eyes to see if it was Jamie, since he normally would crawl into bed with me as well if he got spooked. No one was there. I rolled over thinking my imagination was getting the best of me.
Almost ten minutes later, I was in a dream state where I was still awake but almost asleep. That’s when it happened. The door to Dalton’s room slammed shut with such force that it knocked a picture off my wall and felt as though it shook the whole house. My brother came storming into the room thinking Ryan and I were fighting as I sat there in shock staring at the door. He kept asking me who slammed the door, and I finally told him it just shut on its own. Immediately we started investigating as to why it had happened. After several minutes of looking, the only possible explanation was the wind, but even that didn’t add up because none of the windows were open. We ignored what had happened and I didn’t tell Ryan about it.
I went on with my day as I normally did, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was staring at me. Dalton, who hardly ever cried or fussed, was extremely irritable that day and wouldn’t stop crying. He would stop the second I took him downstairs but if we entered his bedroom, he’d cry and scream at the top of his lungs.
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Reader Submission: Haunted Nursery
Posted on June 8, 2014
by ghostghoul
“My junior year of high school, my family moved to a new house in Ohio. I loved the house because it was huge. It was built in 1892 and everything in the house still looked original (i.e the floors, the wooden stair case, the wooden detailed trim on the walls.) It was beautiful, a dream home for any large family.
I’m not easily scared. I watched every scary movie you can think of from the time I was able to choose what I watched. I’ve even been ghost hunting with my boyfriend and his friends. I’ve never considered myself a ‘chicken’ and I’d never say I was easily scared, but I can promise you this, I’ll never step another foot in that house again.
When we moved, I was given the master bedroom because there was a door to a nursery that was perfect for me, since I was eight months pregnant with son Dalton. My boyfriend, Ryan, was also moving in with me so we needed to space. My mom and her husband, Scott, had the second largest room across the hall, and my older brother, Dean, was down the hall by the bathroom. My youngest brother Jamie was in the smallest room that was originally the room where the maids or slaves would’ve been kept.
Something at the Door
Within a month after moving, I’d given birth to Dalton and was getting in a routine. Every morning I woke up Ryan around 5:30. While he showered, I fed Dalton and laid him back down then went and helped Ryan get ready. After he left, I normally would either go back to sleep or work on my online school work. That particular morning, I decided to try to go back to sleep. I’d brought Dalton into the bed with me and left the door to his room open, which I never did because open doors freak me out and I can never sleep with them open. As I laid there trying to fall asleep, I had the strange sensation that someone was staring at me from Dalton’s doorway. I opened my eyes to see if it was Jamie, since he normally would crawl into bed with me as well if he got spooked. No one was there. I rolled over thinking my imagination was getting the best of me.
Almost ten minutes later, I was in a dream state where I was still awake but almost asleep. That’s when it happened. The door to Dalton’s room slammed shut with such force that it knocked a picture off my wall and felt as though it shook the whole house. My brother came storming into the room thinking Ryan and I were fighting as I sat there in shock staring at the door. He kept asking me who slammed the door, and I finally told him it just shut on its own. Immediately we started investigating as to why it had happened. After several minutes of looking, the only possible explanation was the wind, but even that didn’t add up because none of the windows were open. We ignored what had happened and I didn’t tell Ryan about it.
I went on with my day as I normally did, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was staring at me. Dalton, who hardly ever cried or fussed, was extremely irritable that day and wouldn’t stop crying. He would stop the second I took him downstairs but if we entered his bedroom, he’d cry and scream at the top of his lungs.
CONTINUE READING: ghostsnghouls.com/2014/06/08/haunted-nursery/
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