I have a few stories to share, but the most chilling
of all are the occurrences experienced at my mother’s old
job.When I was about eleven years old, my mother had to
work two jobs to get her way through nursing school. One of
those jobs was at a nursing home for retired nuns, the
majority of them German immigrants. My mother would tell me
that work would get creepy sometimes when she was alone
there at night, but she has always been kind of skeptical
about spirits and such.
Unfortunately, many of the nuns began dying, dropping
down like flies. Around Christmas, my Girl Scout troop
visited the nursing home to sing to the remaining women.
After everyone left, I was alone because my mother was
staying to work for a little while longer. I sat on the
couch and turned to look out the window. When I looked
back, the rocking chair was moving and I saw one of the
familiar faces of the home. I said hello to the sister, but
she didn’t reply. I ran out of the room and told my mom
about my freakish experience. She told me that that
particular nun had recently died, and I must have been
looking for stories to tell since she had informed me that
many nuns were dying. Well, after a few weeks, my mother
shared with me that maybe I wasn’t making it up. One nun
that had made quite a lot of noise, banging her bed and
moaning, in life was carrying on in death. After she died,
other nurses would begin to hear quite a racket. In another
room that was locked (as all the doors were locked after a
passing), lights would flicker on and off, the windows
would open and close, and the door would constantly be
discovered unlocked.
Another night, when my mother was again alone, she had
to venture into the basement to dispose of the garbage.
Downstairs was the kitchen and a dining room with a piano.
First, she saw eerie red eyes in the basement near the
garbage disposal. As she ran up the stairs (the elevator
mysteriously stopped working), she heard the piano being
played. Needless to say, she quit working there soon after,
on account of her creepy experiences and other factors.
There have been some other chilling experiences within
my family. My uncle visited my great grandmother in her
Pennsylvania home. She was in a back room and heard my
uncle talking to seemingly nobody. When she came back, he
was asking why grandpa wasn’t saying anything. She told my
uncle that great grandpa had died a few days before, but I
guess he didn’t get the news. He couldn’t believe it: He
was convinced he had seen grandpa sitting it the rocking
chair in his favorite flannel shirt. The next day, my
uncle’s cousin whom he didn’t get along with and therefore
never talked to visited my great grandma and the SAME THING
happened to her! Granny decided to get her house exorcised,
as there were even ghosts in the attic.
When I was in fifth grade, I had a best friend. We’ll
call her Jane. One day, my parents were at work, my sister
was at her friend’s house, and my brothers were visiting my
grandparents; in other words, we were home alone. We turned
on the radio to our favorite station, Z100, and ran outside
to play on the swing set. We realized that the radio was
inaudible from where we were playing, so I asked her to go
inside and turn it up. As soon as she went around the
house, I immediately heard the radio get louder. She came
back a few seconds later. This was very creepy. I asked her
how she got in so fast, but she said she hadn’t touched the
dial. No sooner did she say that then the station became
static-y and it changed to a completely different song! We
dashed inside and watched as the dial turned (by itself)
from station to station. I stupidly told Jane that I
thought my house was haunted. Suddenly, the blinds started
moving strangely, not from the air because it was a humid
summer day, not a windy one. We ran out of there, no
questions about it.
Months ago I was reading the site’s amazing stories. I
was home alone with my sister. I became very freaked out
from the tales, so I decided to walk on the treadmill that
was temporarily in my dining room. I looked in the kitchen
and watched the door to my grandparents’ apartment open.
The only problem is that the door is not normal; it slides
open. Meaning the wind could not blow it open, and my
sister who was sitting and watching TV could not have
possibly opened it.
There are so many stories to share, but I will only
share one more short one. The other night at dinner, my mom
and I both randomly looked in the dining room from the
kitchen and saw a black cat zoom across the room. My mom,
brother and I are allergic to cats. We don’t have any. But
the lady we bought the house from did. She had at least 5
or so.
Thank you for taking time to read this.
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