Before I start, I will just let you know, I don't really
believe in
ghosts, but this scared me so much for two years, and I had been known
for years not to be scared of anything.
My mother had just married her high school sweetheart and we had moved
into a house that seemed perfect. It was in a bad area, but it was
still the best house I had ever seen. A few days after moving in my
friends and I had a movie-marathon that lasted for what seemed like
forever. The movies were all horrors and all my friends were scared
and shaking for weeks afterwards, amazed that I hadn't even jumped at
the movies.
About a week after that night my mum & my step dad went out for dinner.
My twin sister had gone to stay at her friends house & I was left home
alone. I had never cared about being home alone, but in a new house, I
admit I was a bit jumpy. Out of nowhere a huge gust of wind came through
our house and sent all the doors slamming. I was sitting in the lounge
room when I heard the back door creak open. I ran through the house to
make sure nobody was trying to break in but the door was closed &
locked. There were no other doors nearby, so I knew it was the back
door I had heard.
I went to my room and lay down in my bed watching TV.
When we moved into the house, the house had been bare, and the only
thing the previous owners had left behind was a single wardrobe. It
was old & big, & my mum had decided to keep it in my room as I had the
biggest bedroom in the house. The cupboard had a key to lock it, an
old key; one you may see in a movie like "The Others". I kept it
locked as I had no use for it. I put a plastic sign over a big hole
that had been put into the side of the cupboard and it had been kept
up with nails.
Every night I would make sure that the cupboard was locked and I would
put the key under my pillow.
My mum called & told me that they would be home late, & my sister
called me to check if I was ok.
Later I went to sleep but was woken up in the middle of the night by a
creaking sound. The house was old and the walls cracked occasionally,
but the creaking was not from the walls, but from the wardrobe. The
doors had opened and were swinging slowly on their hinges. I ran to
the lounge room & slept on the couch that night and in the morning I
went back into my room to find the plastic sign snapped & lying on the
floor as if kicked outwards from inside. The doors of the wardrobe
were closed and locked and the key was still under my pillow how it
had been the previous night.
This occurred with the doors most nights for about two years until I
moved.
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