Ghostly Occurrences At My Friend's Hosue

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This will be the first of several accounts that I will relate over time on this website. This story encompasses most of the bizarre happenings at my friend's house.

About 10 years ago, a friend of mine moved into a newly developing neighborhood that was huge dirt lot for as long as I could remember before that. Not impressive in and of itself, but he was about 18 at the time, so it was a huge deal for us. We (friends) threw parties on the weekends, crashed there frequently, and bugged him to death I'm sure. Anyway, he had owned the house for about 2 years with some successful keggers, but it was getting to be a lot for him to keep up on his own. He had a previous roommate that moved out, and I decided to move in with him.

I moved in to the house with a minimum of belongings at first, as to not intrude suddenly, and accumulated more things over a couple of years. It must have been about a month that I was living there when I awoke from a scary dream (it does relate to the ghost story by the way). I dreamed that I was working at a hotel that was extremely haunted. All of my friends worked there with me.

Anyway, when I woke up from the dream, it was about 3 in the morning. I sort of rolled over, wide awake, and looked at my dresser. What I saw next scared the full crap out of me. Above my dresser, and what appeared to be standing "inside" of the dresser was a short woman with very long scraggly hair. It really just looked like a head on top of my dresser. It didn't move, but I looked so closely for some time, and could make out flowing hair that hung down the side of the dresser. I noticed that it did not blow in the fan's stream of air.

I mustered up the courage to get up, since it was not going away, and walked carefully to the light switch, never taking my eyes off the "head". When I turned on the light, it was instantly gone. I shut the lights off and on and couldn't get it to reappear. That's probably the part that scared me the most. I couldn't rationalize it. Every time I would try to say, "Oh it was probably this..." I would remember the vivid detail that I had seen it in. I never did see a face on it, just the hair, ooh that hair!

I retired to the living room for some late night television garbage, and finally fell asleep on the couch, lights and TV on. I told my friend the next day after we were both home from our jobs, and he didn't seem surprised, though he was intrigued. We shrugged it off and I eventually did become easy about it.

About a month later, I was sitting on the small couch watching TV. It was late in the evening, and I think we had been drinking a little bit. I had a nice buzz and was in my own world when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, what I thought was my roommate walk out of his room and down the hall towards my bedroom. Picture the living room with couches in an L shape. His room was behind the couch I was on and the hall led behind the couch to my bedroom. Well, I thought he was going to do a load of laundry, but then I noticed that he went into my room. I turned to look thinking it was kind of strange that he went in there when I heard a loud glass popping noise. I shouted down the hall, "What are you doing?!?" or something to that effect and then nearly jumped through the ceiling to find his reply coming from behind me on the opposite couch.

He had been lying there the whole time. So we went down the hall together to find a very creepy phenomenon. A lamp I had in the room had a shattered light bulb that sort of split in half. The bulb had split down the middle and plastic was fused to it. I just had never seen a light break that way, and in conjunction with the figure walking down the hallway, it seemed very peculiar. The lamp was completely destroyed and when we turned it on, it just smoked and made a popping noise.

Another time we were halfway falling asleep in the living room when I heard him yell, "Watch out!" I sprung out of my state and looked at him. He just stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open and asked if had seen that. I said I didn't because I was halfway asleep. He said that he saw a very large thing crawling on the ceiling and that it dropped right over my head. That sent chills down my spine. I began to feel targeted, until a few weeks later.

He told me of a sleep paralysis he had. He said he saw a man that looked like he had deer antlers on his head with cloven hoof feet! Wow, scary huh? He said he couldn't move the whole time the figure moved around his room and came to the foot of his bed. He said he woke up with the sheets in a knot around his arm, and he halfway remembered swinging the sheets at it to get it away from him. I don't know if it was significant as far as a haunting, but it scared him a lot. He slept on the couch for about a month after that incident, and I got kind of worried about him.

In the coming months, we didn't talk much, as I had met a new girlfriend who was over a lot, and she had a 2 year old child. My friend has never really liked to be around children, he just gets nervous and clumsy. So he either stayed in his room or I was in mine with my new found lover. Well one time we were just watching TV in my room when her son, who was sleeping on the floor, woke up and sort of squirmed his way to the bed on his butt. He pointed at my closet and started panicking and crying hysterically. She was finally able to calm him down and he just kept saying "Eyes! Eyes!" He would NOT go into my room ever again, so she actually stopped coming over soon. I was getting pretty annoyed with our ghost, and I actually moved out shortly. He really wanted me to stay, but I told him I had to get out of there. He understood.

Later he got a dog from a friend who needed a home for one, and he felt instantly secure with the dog in the house. Occasionally, the dog will growl at nothing or run down the hall toward my old room. He said that it will sit in front of my doorway and bark sometimes, as if something or someone is in there. He has investigated so many times, finding nothing; he finally just takes it for granted.

Another one of my friends is currently rooming with him, and they have another little dog that they found as a stray. It looks sort of like a miniature black lab dog. The dog is very strange and gives me the creeps somewhat. It will bark at things randomly and just has weird mannerisms to it. It doesn't seem like a dog at all to me, more cats like. This sounds completely out of the blue, but the first time I saw the dog, I thought it was a demon. I don't know enough about that kind of thing, but the research I have done indicates that it is most likely not a demon. I would still get weird gross thoughts involving the dog sometimes, and I don't like to be around it in general. I don't really have any real reasons for this sort of thinking, but it just pops into my mind.

Oh, one other thing that I've heard recently. Well that little dog was barking at the glass door. My friends were outside (the two current roommates) and they looked into the glass door and saw a shadowy figure moving slowly down the hall. You probably guess it, towards my old room!

Anyway, I still go by there once a week and hang out with the guys, and I have noticed anything else peculiar. The new roommate did tell me that he is afraid of his closet at night sometimes. It sounds somewhat kid dish, but he is a fully grown adult and doesn't scare easily. He said that he'll wake up in the middle of the night and just glance uneasily at the closet. He's even said that he's hidden under the covers to the point of misery and profuse sweating just to be covered from view of the closet. I'm not sure what that is all about since it's a different room entirely.

Well gang, I'm very sorry for the length of the story (8275 characters *gasp!*, but I wanted to include everything I could think of. Hopefully it wasn't too boring. More to come soon!

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