Was It My Uncle?

My uncle died in a motorcycle accident back in 1979 when I was two years old. I don't remember him at all but I do remember his room in my grandmother's old house.

She lived in an old frame house that she raised all 5 kids in. There was his bedroom, the master bedroom and 2 other bedrooms for his sisters. Of course there was a kitchen and living room as well.
The front door was rarely used; the side door is how anyone would get in since it was next to the driveway. You would go in the side door onto an enclosed porch, walk through the kitchen into the small hallway on the left. Walking through my mom's old room she shared with one of my aunt's, you'd reach his bedroom.

Growing up, none of us grand kids really felt comfortable playing in his room. To this day, none of us have talked about it but you could tell nobody wanted to play in there.

The few times I went in there, I always felt something. Almost like I was being watched or I wasn’t alone. The rest of the house was fine. I spent the night many times and never heard anything out of the ordinary or felt scared. I didn't sleep in his room though, just in my mom's old room. The only freaky thing, other than feeling watched, to ever happen there was one night when I was in elementary school.

My mom and I were dropping off my grandmother and my aunt off at the house. Well, they had locked the keys in the house and were trying to break in through the window. Now keep in mind, it was night and the entire house was dark. No lights on.
I was sitting in the back seat of my mom's car watching my aunt and grandmother trying to get through a window and laughing at the comedy show they were giving us. For some reason, I looked at my uncle's bedroom window. There was a light on in the room. That didn’t make sense because that room was NEVER used. There would be no reason to have a light on in that room because it was in the back of the house, not at a door to help maneuver once inside the house at night. I could clearly see the light on and see the curtains moving. There would have been nothing to cause the curtains to move because the window was definitely not open and the window a/c unit was on the other side of the house in the living room. Central air conditioning was never in the house nor was there a fan in the bedroom.
Being the brave soul I am (HA!), I ducked down on the seat and closed my eyes until we left. I never looked back up to see if the light was still on or not. I don’t know if it was my uncle or not but it was his room and it was the only room I felt weird in. Even after my grandfather died IN the house years later, I still never felt anything other than my uncle’s bedroom.

Well, that's my story and I hope you enjoyed it!

Submitted by Jamie, FL, USA