The Angry Old Man
When I was 11 my family moved into this old house in Calgary, Alberta and we lived there for close to 2 years. It seemed like your average house in a quiet neighbourhood, but the rent was very cheap and it was quite large for the price. Soon after we moved in it let us know why it was so inexpensive and that it was anything but normal.
Weird lights, disembodied voices, a feeling of being watched, and the sounds of footsteps walking where no one was. A shadow person wandered the halls at night, and they never did anything to me but scared me so bad I kept my bedroom door closed at all times. The door to my room would open on its own or the door handle would turn and rattle until I told it to stop. We called the presence the angry old man, why we we were never too sure but it just felt right.
As time past the activity increased and became more aggressive. The shadow began tormenting my brother, waking him at night and leaving him too scared to sleep again or speak of them. My little sister had night terrors that she never had before that house or after. Sometimes we’d smell burning with no source or hear clawing at the windows with no wind or nearby trees to blame it on. My parents would fly into rages for no reason and then not be able remember the events that occurred during these mood swing.
The scariest thing that happened to me occurred one night when I was home alone. I was doing homework in the dining room waiting for my family to get back from some errands. I finished my work and decided I would draw for awhile and went into the basement, where the bedrooms were, to get my art supplies.
The stairs lead into a hallway and immediately to the right was my parent’s room, which didn’t have a door and was instead closed off by a thick black blanket. As I came to the bottom of the stairs I saw lights under the blanket and could hear voices on the other side. It was muffled and I couldn’t make out any words but I didn’t try too hard since I figured my mom had left her tv on. I headed left down to the end of the hall where my room was, grabbed my stuff and went back to the stairs.
Only this time it was silent and dark in my parent’s room. There was no power outage and my mom didn’t have a timer on her tv, so I was alarmed. With this horrible feeling of dread I pushed aside the blanket to the bedroom and it’s pitch black inside. All the curtains and windows were closed and there’s nothing out of place, but I felt like I was being watched by something sinister and it was mad at me for intruding.
I booked it up stairs and spent the rest of the evening in the dining room trying to be as quiet as possible out of fear that it would come up from the basement and get me if I disturbed it again. My mother later told me how a few nights before that she woke up to a shadow figure with glowing red eyes looming over her bed. She stared at it in terror for a few moments until it vanished. Then she woke my step-father who yelled at it to leave his family alone and was scratched terribly on his back for his trouble.
We moved out that same week and needless to say we were all relieved to be free of that house.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 7/10 That sounds like a super scary house in the most haunted place on earth, Alberta. Also “With this horrible feeling of dread I [went into the place that was clearly haunted].” lmao like why dude? Thanks for sharing the scares!
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24 Jul, 2017
The Angry Old Man
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