During Spring Break of 2000, my family and I went to Lake
Tahoe for a vacation. At the time I was 17 years old, and
I didn't really think that ghosts existed. We rented a
cabin in Incline Village, which was in a large complex.
Most of the cabins were empty and there was nearly no one
around, so it was quite a creepy place.
My older brother and I took the two rooms upstairs
while my parents took the room on the ground level. When
you walk up the stairs, there is a large loft on the right
with a queen size bed where my brother slept, and on the
left was a door leading to the bedroom I slept in and the
bathroom was also through the door (you have to enter the
bedroom I was staying in to go to the bathroom).
After a long day of skiing I went into my bedroom to watch TV
before going to sleep (there was a TV in each bedroom). I
got absorbed into the shows that came on and before I knew
it, it was already midnight.
I went to the bathroom and
went to bed. I didn't like the room becuase the bed was in
the corner of the room away from the light switch and
there were no lamps in the room except next to the TV,
which was on the other side of the room. I was laying in
bed thinking about the next few days when a chill went
through me and I had a weird feeling I was being watched.
I turned over and faced the wall, thinking nothing of it.
The next thing I know is that I hear the door shut quite
hard (I always leave the door open a few inches) and the
room went cold as ice. I started to get scared, which is
something that never happened often. It felt then as
though someone sat down on the bed next to me, and thats
when I totally freaked out. I kicked the spot where
this "thing" was sitting down but of course there was
nothing there. I jumped out of bed not thinking and turned
on the lights. There was nothing in the room and I thought
it was just my nerves getting to me. I then opened the
door back up to see my brother sleeping soundly in the
loft and thought that I was freaking out for no reason. I
turned off the light and dove under the covers. I got no
sleep at all that night. I heard footsteps moving across
the room all night, and every once in a while I would hear
the sound of the door opening or shutting. I told no one
about the experiences of my night to anyone in my family,
and forgot about it.
The next night I was trying not to think about it
when I went to bed but I kept the TV remote next to me so
I could turn on the TV if anything started happening (it
was the only way to turn on a light without getting out of
bed). I fell asleep quickly, but soon work up when I heard
a loud bang coming from the wall next to me. I grabbed the
remote and turned on the TV to find nothing in my room.
Every night afterwards I kept either the light or the TV
on when I went to sleep (luckily they were still on when I
woke up). Nothing happened to me again while we were
staying there. I never mentioned this to anyone until we
were on the way home to California.
I told my family the stories of the two nights of
terror I had there and my parents kept insisting that it
was my imagination. My brother, though, had stories of his
own. The layout of the loft where my brother was sleeping
in was really weird. The bed was in the middle of the room
which puzzled me and the TV in there was one of the old
fashioned ones that you have to get up to turn on and off.
One night he was trying to go to sleep when he saw a weird
bluish glow coming from the bottom of the stairs. It
started to come up towards the top lading and thats when
my brother got scared and looked the other way. He said
that every night he would hear footsteps walking by his
bed, pounding on the floor next to him and tapping on the
windows. He never got enough courage to turn on the lights
and slept in darkness for the whole week.