It Lives In The Closet

First off thank you for deciding to read my story. The following is about a few of the strange experiences I have had in my home throughout my youth (about 5-7 years old) and I will probably post more stories later about the experiences I had in my early-mid teens later.

The first paranormal experience I had ever encountered was when we first moved into my home, at the age of 5. As a child I would often awaken randomly in the night and lay there thinking in my room until I thought myself to sleep.

I have always slept with a nightlight to see, just in case I needed to get up in the night. The reason this is important to know is because one night I was laying awake, when I saw a shift of the light, as if someone had walked in the room almost like a passing shadow. Mind you, everyone in the house was asleep and the door was almost closed, slightly ajar. My door also makes loud creaking when moved and from my bed I can see the door when it opens. Plus, the blinds and curtains were pulled shut so I could never see when a car headlight passed by either. Thus, this startled me and I looked around but saw nothing, so I flipped onto my side in the bed and tried to sleep again.

Suddenly though, I had heard a sort of echoing, whisper of a voice say my name, "Brooke...Brooke...Brooke". It was a female and sort of raspy, but far away sounding. I was so scared, I just laid there anticipating my death; I didn't even want to investigate it this time. The more I ignored it though, the more aggravated and urgent it seemed to get. The voice grew into a loud whisper and said my name faster and more urgent, "Brooke. Brooke. BROOKE." I figured the only solution was to answer it, so finally I got the courage to say, "What? Who's there?" The whispering stopped abruptly, I thought maybe I angered it. So I slowly turned over and peeked out of the covers to look around. But nothing was there.

Not long after that I began to get very paranoid being alone in the upstairs area of my house, specifically my room, where I felt like there was always something staring at me or watching me. In my room I had an alarm clock that only sounded when you hit this button on its side, because the other part I never got configured to go off at a certain time (my mom woke me up, so it was more for decoration).

My friend came over to play barbies with me and everything was fine and we were having a good time until it became very cold in the room. It was the middle of summer, so this was unusual since we have no central heating and the air conditioner in my room was off. We looked at each other wondering why it was cold, but our head's snapped up when the alarm clock starting singing and playing its tune. The door to my closet then shortly after began to swing open very slowly. We both got up and ran out of the room and downstairs. We decided to never speak of the event, but we mainly played downstairs after that occurrence.

After this I was terrified of my room completely and I never wanted to sleep there again. I mainly kept the closet door closed and something heavy in front of it so I knew nothing could open it again. I slept in my mom's room at night, so I never had to be alone for fear of the closet creature getting me.

One night however, when I was about 6, I remember I was able to stay up late because it was New Years. I ended up passing out on the couch at about 10:00. What I didn't expect was waking up in the middle of the night in my room. Or that the closet door was wide open. I tried to ignore it and go to sleep but I just couldn't, I stared into the darkness until I heard the sound of my baby alive turn on. I could felt myself pale and start shaking and heard a thump as the baby alive fell from the top shelf and rolled to the edge of the closet. Its eyes were closed and it talked some more.

At this point I was whimpering and crying because I was so scared and I tried to call for my mom. I kept staring at the doll, too afraid to move. I spoke out into the darkness "Who's there?" and in the light I could see one of the dolls eyes open and it rock a bit. I ran out of the room when I saw that and locked myself in the hallway bathroom, where I sat on the toilet seat sobbing and crying for mom until she found me red faced and snuffling. She never made me sleep in my room ever again during my youth after that experience.