Here Are A Few Real Ghost Stories Involving Closets . . .
Hank moved to a new house because his dad was laid off. They got an old 2 story house, and Hank had an old basement room that smelled of mildew. He was unpacking his things and kept hearing these knockings on the wall. He told his dad, who explained it was old pipes. One day, Hank told his brother Mike to come down and listen to it. He listened and said it was pipes. Hank responded “It isn’t pipes you idiot” and he shoved Hank. He fell through the closet and knocked a metal model of a car through the back. It was fake so the boys took it off and walked in. It was a staircase, They then got flashlights and walked down, and opened an old wooden door. It was a room with old storage items in it. They walked deeper into the room when the door behind them closed. A huge blur of white came right at them screaming in a horrible tone. They were in pure terror. They ran up and told their dad. He came down and looked at it, walking down, and right as he opened the old wooden door, the door knob started to rumble and shake. He ran up the stairs and the next day they moved out.
This Real Ghost Story begins on a stormy night. Lena was alone at home with her cat, Alley. Alley is a playful grey female cat with short hair and a pair of beautiful green eyes. She liked to hide in the old closet in the attic and play hide and seek.
Lena was creeped out by the closet since the first day she saw it in the attic. Usually, she would bate out Alley using her favorite toy, Mr. Rat and just carry her away from the closet. That closet was never used until that day.
During that stormy night, Alley again was playing hide and seek, and same as usual she hid in the closet. Lena was tired of the routine of having to bale her out of the closet and carry her away. So this time she decided just to wait for her to come out. Alley popped her little head out of the slightly opened closet and looked at Lena, doing that face of “Why are you not doing your routine?”
Lena bumped her from the old sofa with Mr. Rat and planned to hug her when she reached the toy. As expected Alley came running but then she stopped as if someone else beside Lena was there. Lena looked around and thought that her back was getting cold. Alley walked towards her with caution and was staring at the wall behind Lena as if someone was standing behind her. Lena turned around and saw nothing but a wall obviously, Alley walked back and ran to Lena’s bed. Lena was creeped out so she followed Alley to bed, thinking to sleep the night away.
In the middle of the night, Lena heard some noise in the backyard and thought that some wild raccoon might have sneaked into the chicken coop. She ran out into the yard with her spring-loaded air rifle and switched on the light of the chicken coop. The hen was sitting on her nest protecting the fluffy chicks. The male was on top of the roof alert, staring down at Lena curiously. She saw no trace of raccoons or anything else out of the ordinary.
She switched off the light and turned her back to the closed door of the chicken coop. Then, suddenly she noticed her back was cold again as if the rain water had dripped onto her back. She looked back and just saw the orange door of the chicken coop in the dark but nothing else.
Lena set up her air rifle and turned on the laser aimer on the way back to the house just in case some beast was hiding somewhere. She kept feeling that someone was looking at her from the distance. She hurried back into the house and saw that Alley was awake, she was peeking up the stairs to the attic, and Lena immediately thought of that creepy closet. She put her gun away.
Lena switched on the lights and headed to the attic. Alley was curious about Lena’s actions and looked at her with her ears straight up. The attic was quiet and dark since it was used for storage, Lena could only hear the rainwater dripping outside the window. She could see the closet from the reflections of the lights downstairs, She softly opened the closet with her finger.
The closet slammed shut by itself suddenly, Lena carried Alley as she ran out and went straight to the garage. Poor Alley was so frightened that she curled up in Lena’s arms like a fur ball. She thought it was the first time in her life that she had ever run away from a closet. To this day the closet is still in the same spot in the attic of the house.
Just Wanted To Have A Nice Halloween-Themed Picture To Celebrate This Fall/Autumn Season . . . And Get Us In The Mood For Another Real Ghost Story Involving A Closet
In the summer of 2002, June moved into a little apartment in a small town in Massachusetts.
Except the previous few months she had been out of her parent’s house for years, but she’d always had roommates. This was the first apartment by herself and she was looking forward to being alone. It was a cozy first-floor apartment with a private garden entrance at the rear of an old house that had been converted into four apartments and she loved it.
The first night that June moved in was wonderful. Her friends had all gone home after beer and pizza and she was left alone. She had electricity and hot water, but no cable TV or phone for dial-up internet. She took a long hot shower and read a book until she fell asleep.
The next night things started to change. This was an old house and as such, the closet door in the bedroom didn’t close properly unless you lifted the doorknob and hip-checked it closed. Opening it was no picnic either. That night June again fell asleep with a sense of peace and tranquility. It didn’t last. Sometime in the middle of the night the closet door slammed open as if someone had kicked it open from the inside, smacked into the wall, and slammed shut again (this was the first of many more times over the next few weeks). As you can imagine, June was catapulted out of sleep in a panic! She sat upright staring at the closed closet door, terrified and too petrified to reach for the light in the dark. She thinks she sat like that for a good 15 minutes before she could move. Once she got the light turned on she left it on for the remainder of the night.
The closet door continued to do its thing as the weeks went on accompanied by lights turning on in the middle of the night, doors locking on their own, the stereo doing whatever the hell it wanted, and cabinet doors all being opened when she got home from work and other various things. June was not happy and didn’t know what to do.
One Friday night a friend came over for dinner and she told him all about her situation, admitting that she was scared and might need to move out already. He told her not to worry about it and that he would have a little chat with the ghost. June was a little uncomfortable with it, but he insisted. She poured herself a glass of wine and went outside to peer in through her bedroom window while her friend sat on the floor in front of the open closet and had what appeared to be a one-sided conversation. After about 15 minutes or so, he closed the closet door and signaled to June that he was finished. He wouldn’t tell her what he said, but he assured her that her troubles would be over.
And they were. For five wonderfully peaceful years.
In the summer of 2007 June was working on her computer in her bedroom, listening to music and enjoying the warm breeze through the window when she heard a loud crash from the other end of the apartment. She ran into the kitchen to find a beautiful old ceramic serving platter she left on the counter smashed in the middle of the kitchen floor, about five feet from the counter. That was the end of the peace and quiet.
For the next ten months June has endured an ever-increasing amount of activity which even her friend couldn’t do anything about. Her boyfriend would no longer stay in the apartment alone for more than five minutes, and other friends often said they felt uncomfortable there even with others around. By the spring of 2008 June moved to another small town in Massachusetts and hasn’t experienced anything at all to indicate her current home is haunted.
Well, there you have three different Real Ghost Stories all about a closet — we have them in our homes and they are great to have, but have been creepy when they open and close on their own or a ghost vanishes inside or there’s a fake wall in the back revealing a whole new room . . . or stuff gets tossed out by invisible hands . . . Yes, I’ve had my own closet adventures . . .
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Sharon
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