*Originally found on a paranormal disturbances/experiences forum* This really freaked the crap out of me, so maybe it’ll freak you at as well if you believe in ghosts and whatnot.
It’s daylight right now and I’m sitting at a Starbucks surrounded by people so I’m okay right now, but I need share this. Okay so, I am not a superstitious person at all. Yeah, sure I believe in ghosts and spirits and all but not at all in like that “Paranormal Activity” movie shit, you know, like all these ghosts have such malicious intents. I like a good scare once in a while, who doesn’t? But I think I’ve had enough for watching anything scary for a while. So I’ve been living in this house our family moved into a couple of months ago, and it’s your basic cookie-cutter house in a gated community in Suburbia. Whatever. I didn’t get any ~chills~ or anything when I stepped into the house, it’s just a normal fucking house basically. And i’m sure it is and I’ve been in a sleep-deprived overcaffeinated, bug-eyed state, and that’s what’s probably caused me to see whatever it was. I digress. Okay so three days ago, I was reading in bed, and I was dozing off. I was about to get up and turn the lights off when I noticed something sticking from the crack formed between wall and closet when the closet sliding doors aren’t closed all the way. (My closet is directly across from my bed) I thought maybe it was a shoe or something and stooped closer to examine it, and it actually looked like toes! I was like wtf so I kinda just rubbed my eyes and looked at it again, and it was gone so I just went to bed. The next night, I was trying to sleep (still overcaffeinated from trying to stay up writing last minute term papers) when I heard a soft ‘thunk’ from my closet, like one of my shoe boxes fell or something. I check to see what it is, and I saw the foot. Again. I got really freaked out and just slammed my closet door so there wasn’t any crack. Well, anyways, yesterday, I was sitting on my bed, finishing up a term paper for sociology when I went to use the restroom. When I got back and settled back onto the bed, ready to finish the damn thing, I almost overlooked something on the open Word document. Right after my last sentence, another sentence was inexplicably added onto the end. It read, “pLeASE SHUt yo0r cLOSET DOOr at nite w# tRinG to slEEP”.
Of course after I saw that, I freaked the FUCK out and ran out of my room.
I’m making sure to close my sliding doors all the way at night.