#fox's rambles

wanna hear about a freaky and also true one?

yeah? okay, storytime, motherfuckers.

so a few years ago i moved away from my childhood house (i lived there from ages 2 through 13ish). it was an old house, with missing shingles, cracks in the walls, an outdoor cellar and hard water (the shit that rusts your bathtub) and it was admittedly freaky to anyone who didn’t call it home (like my friends at sleepovers)

anyways, the house creaks and has mice and if you sit there at night you can hear coyotes howling and the midnight train going by from a couple miles away – we lived in the middle of a field and our closest neighbor was about a mile away down the road. trust me, an axe murderer could’ve easily decapitated my entire family and stuffed us in the cellar and nobody would’ve found us for at least a few weeks if no one bothered to visit. really spooky, sketchy shit, yeah?

yeah. the first time one of my best friends @purpleonceler / @duendeches stayed over we slept in my moms room (keep in mind this is an old farm house that was probably built in the very early 1900s, so there were bigger but way fewer rooms than the average house. you walk up the stairs and that leads right around into my moms bedroom. at the end of the stairs was my room and around the banister (on the opposite side) there was an extra bedroom we used to store all of our useless crap, both doors leading from my mom’s room)

we slept in her room because she has a queen sized bed which is now mine as im laying on it typing this lmao

friend over. it’s getting late, so we turn off the lamp. the stairway leads from the living room, which is dark too as my mom and her longtime boyfriend (he isn’t my father) had shut the door down there, so usually there would’ve been light either from the tv or lamps.

anyways, we’re still talking casually like normal 10 year olds do at sleepovers and we probably weren’t gonna sleep until later. then, all of the sudden out of fucking nowhere we both hear something run up the stairs (the door is closed) at hyperspeed and sLAM into my closed bedroom door at the end. It was LOUD, it sounded like a fucking body just barreling into the door and we both jumped so I hurry to turn on the light. There is nothing there, absolutely nothing. we didn’t know what the fuck to even think, we weren’t sure if we should be scared or not because there was noThing ThEre

so we’re both just like. yep. we’re gonna sleep now hahaahaha nothing happened

but then the exact same thing happened again and that’s when I called for my mom.

she comes upstairs, asking what’s wrong and we both try to describe what we heard and she suggested it was just the cat (remember, the doorway downstairs was closed before, and so was my door and the door to the extra room. there was no way in hell Milo could be up there without us knowing (he was actually probably outside, he left at night sometimes) because he was a super cuddly cat and wouldn’t just walk around without meowing and wanting to be pet)

so i say no, that’s impossible, no cat could run that fast and loud up the stairs and fucking bodyslam into my door. it was like a person stomping up the steps (hard wooden ones, not the carpeted ones) but like. reAlly fast. incapable for a human

she leaves and tells us we were imagining things, and im thinking ‘no mom’ but okay. whatever. let’s sleep

It happens for a third, and final, time. we don’t bother calling her up again because it never happened again after that. ever

so occasionally me and Hailey bring this up in conversation when we talk about freaky shit that’s happened in the houses I’ve lived in and my family in general (there’s way more than just this ghost story) and at one point i started talking to my mom about it (maybe a couple months ago?? that’s why this is still pretty fresh in my mind)

anyways. I describe it to her better than a 10 year old could and i remember seeing her face going blank and she just started thinking about it, before telling me that that EXACT. SAME. THING. HAPPENED. BEFORE. when i was what, 4? 5? we were in my room and playing dolls, hot wheels, gi joe, whatever, and she was watching over me while i played. she said the door was shut. and then, the same footsteps. same thing slamming into the door from the other side (that would be much freakier having to open that shit up and face whatever’s out there). apparently she told me it was a bat when i asked and obviously as a small child i believed her

i had no recollection of this, probably because i was so young, right? you only remember certain things about your childhood. she was telling me she was scared shitless, she didn’t know what to do, she thought it was a serial killer or something

so she opens the door. nothing there. unsurprisingly.

that house was incredibly energized with spirits and ghosts and shit. that’s just one creepy fucking story about that house and it’s true, please, believe this. i totally believe it, i mean, i was THERE, go ask @duendeches about it for further confirmation

obviously no one ever found out what happened, or what it was; a ghost, a demon, whatever. and honestly it never scared me, even after my mom told me about it happening before. that house was home. a freaky, paranormal home.

But still. here’s a free, totally truthful and honest spooky story for y'all to share :)