I was staying over at a friend’s house one night. her parents weren’t home (they weren’t arriving back home until ten the next morning), and she asked me to stay over so she feels safer. she thought her house is haunted and i didn’t believe in ghosts, so i thought it would be fine.
she had a bunk bed, and she was sleeping on the top bunk, so i had the bottom. she was superstitious, and insisted that we sleep with her door shut and locked because she feels safer like that. i agreed because why not? we got ready for bed, and she shut and locked the door. she climbed up to the top bunk and lay down, asking me to make sure the door was locked. i checked and it was. that was that. we fell asleep, but it took a while for me to drift off since it was always really cold in her house
i woke up in the middle of the night feeling kind of light-headed and queasy. i was too hot to fall back asleep, partially because her dog was sleeping on the bed on my legs, partially just because her room felt hot. too hot.
i tried to fall back asleep, but i heard something. the door clicked. the lock had turned. the door was now unlocked. it unnerved me because the door locks from the inside, and i could see the inside of the the door, and no one was there. no one that i could see, at least.
i was on edge now. the door opened. i froze.
in the doorway, a tennis ball was bouncing in one spot, and it looked like someone was bouncing it, catching it, and bouncing it again. no one was there. the ball dropped and rolled up to the bed, stopping near the edge. that tennis ball was one of the dogs toys and it had been in the dog’s toy basket the last i saw it.
someone whispered a raspy “hello.”
somehow, i convinced myself that it was a dream and fell back asleep.
i woke again to my friend calling my name. she asked me if i had left the room in the middle of the night for whatever reason.
i almost answered no, but then i saw the door, wide open, and the tennis ball near the bed. it hadn’t been a dream. i knew that she would never feel ok sleeping in her house at all again if i were to tell her what had happened. to ease her fears, i anwsered yes, i had gotten up, though i hadn’t.
the next time when she asked me about ghosts, instead of replying with my usual “of course ghosts aren’t real,” i answered “yes, i do believe.”
FYNK James: 7/10 I think you may have instead said, “No, there is a ghost in here get out of this place.” Thanks for sharing the scares!
SCARY GHOST STORIES
27 Jan, 2018
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