Although the name has been changed, the event is absolutely
true...
About four years ago, a friend of mine (let's call her Kim)
and her family moved into this four-bedroom house located
in San Jose, California. The first time I visited, she gave
me a tour of her house. She did not let me tour the last
bedroom that was on the left side of the corridor. A few
more visits I thought it was strange that she still had not
shown me this particular room and even stranger that the
door to it was always locked. I asked her about it and she
would tell me that her parents didn't want anyone to go
into that room. I thought that they kept a safe there and
didn't want anyone in. So, I didn't think much of it.
One night Kim asked me to spend the night at her house
because her family was out of town, and she did not want to
be home alone. In the middle of the night I woke up and had
to go to the bathroom. It was all the way at the end of the
corridor, across from the last bedroom on the right. I had
to walk really slowly down the hall because it was pitch
dark, and I couldn't see a thing.
When I got to the bathroom I stood there a little while
searching for the light switch. All of a sudden, out of
nowhere I heard a faint voice. I stood there frozen for a
few seconds trying to listen to where the voice was coming
from. It seemed as though it was coming from the bedroom
across from me. I couldn't make out the words but it was
definitely someone's voice. I knew that Kim and I were the
only ones home. I thought a robber had broken through the
window of the room trying to steal some stuff. I got
terrified. I searched the light switch quickly, quietly and
at the instant of turning it on the fainted voice stopped.
I noticed that the bedroom door was crack opened. I ran as
quickly as I could down the long corridor, back into Kim's
room and woke her up. Needless to say, I was scared stiff.
She tried calming me down as I frantically tried explaining
to her what I had heard.
We turned on all the lights, searched almost all the rooms
and came to the last bedroom. I remembered seeing the door
crack opened then. But why was it locked now? I told Kim
about it and she shrugged. My heart was racing as Kim and I
stood in front of it. I told her I didn't think it was a
good idea to open it and that we should call the cops. She
said that if the robber were there he probably would have
gone by then. She tried opening the door but it was locked.
We stuck a knife in the crack of the lock to pry it open. I
asked her why was it locked. She told me she didn't know
why that her parents just didn't want any of the kids going
in. After about half an hour of picking at the crack, we
finally got it to open. We turned on the light. Immediately
upon entering the room, I could feel the goose bumps
popping up on my skin. It was freezing. We could see the
cold air coming from our breath. The room was almost
completely empty. No one was there, no bed, no drawer, no
stand, nothing but a carpet floor, a light bulb on the
ceiling, a window on the right wall and oddly, a small
peice of yellow clothe with red Chinese words posted
directly on the wall cross from the window. We didn't know
what the writing said, we're not Chinese.
"I think we just got robbed. Everything is gone!" She told
me. The odd thing's that the window was locked. There was
no sign of a broken entrance. The robber could not have
gone through door and down the hall without us knowing. We
immediately called the cops and reported a robbery. They
told us that the robber might have gone out through the
front door. We were too shaken up to go to sleep.
Kim and I decided to stay up that night. It was around 6
A.M. when all of a sudden we heard a loud crash from the
room next to us. Startled, we both hopped up from the bed.
We clung on to each other and Kim grabbed the knife
in her hands. We slowly walked out of her bedroom and down
the corridor to see what was going on. We noticed that all
the doors were opened. We were terrified. We knew someone
had come in the house again because we closed all the doors
the night before. We came to the first bedroom (her
brother's) and were shocked to see that everything was
thrown around, his clothes, his comic books. No one was
there, but the posters on the wall were torn down, the
drawers were knocked down and the bed mattress was flipped
upward. The rest of the rooms were wrecked the same way. It
was not robbery, because nothing was missing. The doors to
the entrance of the house were locked and so were the
windows.
After that night, Kim stayed at my house until her parents
came home. Her parents, being highly superstitious and were
firm believers of the supernatural, told her about the last
bedroom; that it was meant to be kept empty and
undisturbed. They informed her that the previous owner of
the house had committed suicide and died a horrible death
in the room. Before they knew about the death, they would
go into the bedroom and it would be freezing cold all year
round, no matter what season it was. They would wake up in
the middle of the night hearing whispers and heavy
breathing from the bedroom and down the corridor. Her
parents, in fear of startling their kids kept their
knowledge of the encounters and of the history of the house
to themselves. Kim's younger brother once woke up feeling a
chilly hand on his face. Often times he would wake up with
unexplained, painless bruises everywhere on his body as if
someone had pinched him. We found out that her little
brother stole his parents' keys to the bedroom. He went in
out of curiosity.
A Buddhist monk, a friend of the family, warned her parents
to keep the door locked at all time and no one was to open
it. Once in a while he would come to the house and put
these yellow pieces of clothe on the wall of the bedroom
with Chinese writings on them, supposedly to keep the
spirit at peace. Till this day, Kim and her family still
remain in the house. The family is at peace as long as the
last bedroom door remains locked and undisturbed.
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