Our homes may be our safe havens, but these AskReddit users tell stories that will make you check under your bed twice tonight… and tomorrow night… and the next night… and…
#1. That Wasn’t An Air Vent
“Back in junior high, the first time my parents left town and left me alone for a week. It’s going good, I stayed in the basement and the entrance to the hallway that leads to my room had decorative beads hanging in the entrance way. I’m in my room watching TV with my faithful dog, Smokey laying at the foot of the bed. All of a sudden he starts barking wildly. A bark I’d never heard out of him. Almost a cry. I think something is wrong with him and just as I almost get a hand on him, he jumps off the bed and dives under it completely silent. I get to the floor to look under the bed for him and I hear the beads in the entrance way start to rattle together as if someone ran into them with a lot of force. I sit there scared shitless for a bit, then grab a bat and investigate. The beads are still swinging with force, every door and window in the house is still locked from the inside, there aren’t any air vents close to the beads and Smokey refused to come out from under the bed for another two hours. To this day, I have no idea what caused those beads to rattle.”
#2. Blood Curdling Bloody Murder Scream
“I hate writing this… still gives me the creeps.
I was like 12, and I was asleep in my family’s living room since I was sick and it was winter (My house has terrible insulation and my room was cold, family room was warm). So I was asleep and at around 2 in the morning, I’m woken up to the feeling that someone is right there. I always slept with a flashlight since I read, so it was in my hands and I turn it on and point it in the direction of where I thought the guy was. Right there, just a foot away from me, was a guy staring right into my face. The light hit his face and he turned and ran away. I let out a blood cur[d]ling bloody murder scream and my mom and dad came running down stairs. Turns out he had freaking broken into our house and then stood there staring at me.”
#3. Never Go To The Basement Alone
“I remember this story my dad told me about when he was young, probably a teenager. His dad was a mason and carpenter and would buy old run-down houses and fix them up, and then resell them. He told me that this one house his dad had bought was an old, huge house, like an old plantation home. He said he always had weird feelings in the house, and there were rooms they just didn’t go in. They tried making his bedroom the top floor room, but apparently when you went in that room you just felt a huge pressure all over your body just pressing down on you. It scared him and his mom so much, they moved him to a different room. My dad and grandma always believed in ghosts, and knew it was haunted. But my grandpa wasn’t afraid of anything and didn’t think anything of it. The house had a basement, but they just didn’t go in it. They knew something was wrong with it, they could just feel it. One day, my grandpa just decided to go down in it and see finally what was in it. So he went down with a flashlight, and after a minute or two down there, he came back up visibly shaken and they moved shortly after. He didn’t talk about what he saw for some years later. When he finally did tell what he saw, you could tell it was something that had actually scared him. He said there were chains on the walls, shackles on the floor and some of the chains, like it was an old slave house. He seemed to imply there may have been more, like bones or something, but he couldn’t say it, he was just to shaken up. Now this house was in like the middle of Ohio, and it was built after the civil war. So…. They have no clue why it was like that…”