Growing Up With Ghosts 3

As I've stated before, I grew up in a house where very strange things happened. If you've read the first 2 parts of this story then you've gotten an idea of what I went through. But what I'm going to tell you now is by far the scariest and strangest of all. I was about 7 or 8 when this took place and as always, it occurred on the second floor of the house. My bedroom seemed to be the center of the weird happenings for some reason, unfortunately.

I had just gotten home from school and had gone up to my room. It contained a closet with lots of shelves which we always kept the door shut to. I noticed the door was open this particular day and didn't think too much of it. I just assumed my Mom had been up there putting clothes away or something. I walked over to the closet to close the door and spotted a blanket lying on the floor that I thought had fallen off one of the shelves. Big mistake! I walked into the closet to pick it up when the door slammed shut behind me! At first I have to admit that I thought it was my older sister playing a cruel joke on me because she was never a very nice person and it seemed like something she would do. Thinking it was her, I wasn't afraid at first. I started knocking on the door and saying things like "Come on! I know it's you and if you don't let me out I'm going to tell!" I kept trying to get out but the door wouldn't budge an inch! It was like somebody really strong was holding it shut. I started to get scared then because I realized that my sister wouldn't have been strong enough to hold the door shut that tightly. There was no give at all.

Something else that bothered me about the whole thing was the complete silence! If it was my sister doing it, why wasn't she laughing on the other side of the door? How come I didn't hear her shuffling around? I grew more frightened by the second and started freaking out. I screamed to be let out and was kicking the door and hammering on it with my fists! After what seemed like an eternity I heard footsteps coming up the stairs! I then heard my sister's voice as she entered my room then she opened the door with no trouble! She asked what the heck I was doing and I blurted out the whole story to her!

She denied the whole thing about holding the door shut when I weakly accused her of it and I knew she was telling the truth! I had heard her come from DOWNSTAIRS! There was nobody up there with me when this happened so I was speechless. My sister said the door probably stuck as I was trying to get out, offering the explanation that it was a pretty old house and doors in old houses tend to stick sometimes. Sure, that may be true but how did that door slam shut by itself? Why did it seem that it was being held shut on purpose by someone or something with superhuman strength? Also, if it had been stuck why was she able to open it very easily?

I've had many years since this took place to mull over it and I feel like whatever it was that resided in that house had baited a trap for me. Leaving the door wide open to draw me over to the closet, knocking that blanket to the floor as bait for me to step inside. What was the reason? I don't know the answer to that either, so I can only guess. I'm thinking it was just another way to torment an already frightened little girl. Some spirits are just plain nasty and this one was no exception. As I've told you all before, we moved from there when I was 10 and I was never so relieved in my life. Thank goodness it didn't follow us to our new home.

Thank you for reading my stories about my scary experiences in that house. Please feel free to leave me any thoughts or ideas that you may have. I appreciate it very much!