| Haunted House |
| One of the creepiest places I've ever had the misfortune to encounter was a house that my older brother rented for awhile. When I was 16-years old, I wasn't getting along with my step-father, so I went to stay with my older brother, Wayne, and his family. Not long after I arrived, we moved to a house in Branford, Connecticut. The moment I entered this house, I KNEW that there was something wrong. It's kinda hard to explain, but the house had an ominous feel to it--especially the upstairs. As soon as we moved in, the activity began. The water faucets would turn themselves on, as would T.V.s and radios. We'd get up in the morning to find the contents of the kitchen cupboards all over the floor. Personal items would turn up missing and reappear in the strangest places. Things, especially electrical things, had a tendency to break. Everyone really started to freak when large pieces of furniture would just slide across the floor, seemingly of their own accord. My room was one of the worst. It appeared to be an old butler or maid's room. It was just a glorified broom closet, and even had a rusty, old utility sink. At night. the activity in that room kept me awake most of the night. During one particularly bad night, I simply got up and said, "That's it, I'm outta here." I packed a few things in a backpack and walked into town. It was the middle of the night. I went into Duncan Donuts and offered a guy in there $5 to take me to my grandmother's house, which was a few miles away. I refused to go back to that house. My brother's wife packed up my things and my brother dropped them off. They broke their lease and moved out of the house not long after I left. |