about eight years ago one of my friends lived in an old two-story house that had
been converted into three apartment buildings one on the top floor and two
on the bottom at the time my friend and his girlfriend visiting from out of town
were the only tenants the other bottom floor apartment was being used for
storage by the landlord and the apartment on top was empty though he
knew the people who had lived there as the only occupant my friend had made
himself at home and managed to explore the entire house at various times one
day he realized the door on the side of the house didn't really make sense
considering the layout of the rest of the rooms the door was padlocked and a
few feet off the ground with no steps leading up to it for whatever reason he
decided to bust open the padlock and see what was behind the door and when he did
he found a narrow room the size of the closet but tall in fact it went all the
way to the roof and had a ladder in it extended all the way so he climbed up
with a flashlight and on the second storey he found a very tiny room filled
with crumpled burgerking napkins a bottle of baby oil and a baby monitor
the room had a tiny window that looked directly at the toilet of the upstairs
apartment and the mirror that was attached to the bathroom wall was
positioned so you could also see into the shower and this is the place our
friends lived in wondering how no one could have noticed this before he went
into the upstairs apartment to see what that window looks like from the other
side the kick plate beneath the sink was Plexiglas covered in limousine tint
thoroughly freaked out he went downstairs to his bathroom to
investigate and sure enough the wall in his shower had a strip of tinted
Plexiglas about crotch high crawling underneath the house he found another
tiny room with napkins in it this one looking into both his bathroom and the
bedroom of the unit that the landlord was using for storage littered with
burgerking cups you
my name is Christopher I'm currently 21 years of age and have led a mostly
boring monotonous life going day-to-day doing the usual routine of wake up go to
school come back home sleep repeat but there's one phase of my childhood I'll
never forget so let's get started I was 11 years old with a group of 3 childhood
friends Ziggy Anthony and Vernon we were kicking
back in my buddy's garage in the late afternoon discussing shit we could
possibly do for fun besides burning off each other's leg hair with deodorant
spray and lighters that's when my buddy Vernon who's the most cowardly of us 4
suggests we break into that abandoned house down the road to set up some sort
of Clubhouse me being the least adventurous of the group said that it
was a dumb idea and we should just chill out and play video games but my two
other friends Anthony and Ziggy agree and persuade me into joining them I cave
in to peer pressure and reluctantly agree so we make our way
down to the abandoned house and once we get there I noticed something duck in
the front window I take a step back and say holy shit do you guys see that
my buddy Anthony looks at me and says something along the lines of stop being
a pussy there's no talking your way out of this
one I saw Vernon having second thoughts about this the Sun was going down and
the house was already plenty creepy with the Sun up Anthony who was a thrill
seeker said he'd go in first if it made us feel any better so we said ok as we
made our way to the side of the house we noticed the lock on the wooden gate was
broken off it was lying on the ground Vernon pushed the gate open once it was
fully open we looked straight down into the backyard having no owner for a
couple of months left it looking lush and green the damn grass was about knee
high and made it difficult to walk or run if we needed to
thankfully the patio took up a decent chunk of the back yard so the grass
wasn't all over after wading through we made it to the back door it was a
sliding glass door and we tried to peek inside the house but it was dark I put
both hands on the handle and started pushing hoping it wouldn't budge but to
my dismay it screeched open slowly the door grinded against the floor making a
loud scratching sound the door was now wide open but we all just stood there
that's when we looked at Anthony after you you fucking badass I said he scoffed
at me and walked inside he took two giant steps and just stood there then he
said man I can't see shit I remembered my dad had a flashlight in his work
truck I told them to hold on and ran home and that was back in ten minutes I
shown my light inside illuminating the dark living room not stepping foot
inside the house the Sun was pretty much down now and it was officially creepy as
fuck that's when I saw Anthony's face light up a sinister smile stretched
across it he looked at me and in a serious tone said hey let me see your
flashlight I said no that it was my dad's and I'd hold on to it so he said
ok that's fine and that instant he snatched the flashlight from my hand and
ran deep into the house I yelled out to him come on dude this isn't funny that's
my dad's work flashlight if he doesn't get it back he's going to be pissed no
response I refused to go into that house we waited outside for like half an hour
my friends and I looked at each other Ziggy suggested we leave his dumb ass in
there and Vernon was worried about what I might have seen in the window I
thought about the ass-whooping I'd catch if I didn't get my dad's flashlight back
eventually we came to an agreement we'd go in as a team in a line we took our
first steps into that house gripping onto the back of each other's clothes
for comfort we kept our other hands on the wall so we wouldn't get lost and
could feel where we were going we made it to a hallway and proceeded
down it I opened the first door as quietly as I could and started making my
way inside that's when my friend Ziggy let go of my shirt I stopped and he
whispered to me I'll wait for you right here ain't no way I'm going in there so
I continued my eyes were adjusting to the dark this was a bathroom as I made
my way inside I noticed a sort of pocket of space next to the toilet a figure
stood there I froze unable to say anything I was paralyzed with fear every
hair on my body stood on end even though I was pretty sure it was Anthony a light
snapped on and a scream filled the bathroom have you ever been so scared
you literally didn't move at all or even fucking breathe
I didn't budge an inch while my friends in the hall fled in terror
I saw Anthony standing there with my dad's flashlight he said shit man I
didn't scare you you've got fucking balls bro
I didn't say a word he shoved the flashlight into my arms patted me on the
back and walked out I stood there in disbelief for about five seconds then
laughed at myself why was I so scared I knew it was him the whole time fuck
I'm an idiot I abandoned my fear undid my pants and
started to take a leak in the toilet that's when it happened do you ever get
that sense your life is in danger like someone is watching you and you
need to get the hell out of there a sense of dread kicked in because out of
the corner of my eye behind the shower curtain was another figure watching me I
thought maybe I was imagining it I pretended not to see it and that's when
it fucking stood up and I got the hell out of there
I didn't even stop going to the bathroom I ran out pissing all over the carpet
I screamed at my friends teary-eyed someone's fucking in there we booked it
and never went back I told my parents that I saw a guy in
that house through the window and they called the cops
he was arrested that night turns out the guy had a prior record of pedophilia
aggravated assault charges and was on heroin whenever Anthony brings up this
story I tell him how he spent a whole 30 minutes in the same fucking room with
that guy he gets goose bumps every time I'm just thankful no one got hurt
happened to me about two months ago and I'm a 15 year old male I was home alone
one weekend my mother and grandmother were at my uncle's lake house it's about
a four-hour drive to get there I've always been scared to stay alone but
after a few days I'd gotten used to it it was about 4 p.m. on a Saturday I just
got back from taking my dog for a walk then I ordered some food and watched TV
until it came after I ate I decided to take a bath I went into the bathroom
turned on the water and opened the window I cleaned up the kitchen while
waiting for the tub to fill up I grabbed my phone got into the tub and listened
to music for about 20 minutes I was only going to stay in there for a little
while longer but that's what I noticed that the shower curtain moved a bit keep
in mind that the shower and bathtub are separate and parallel to each other I
just brushed it off as the wind blowing it but then I watched it and it did it a
few more times and that's when I started to get a bit freaked out I grabbed one
of my grandma's candles from the edge of the tub and threw it over the shower
curtain oh when I heard that deep scratchy voice say out all of the hairs
on my body stood up and I couldn't make a noise or move the shower curtain rips
open half of the hook supporting it come off and I see a naked man in his 40s or
early 50s sitting there playing with himself I throw a few more candles as
hard as I can and dash out of the bathroom to grab my grandma's gun I hear
the side door open and slam shut I called the police and they said an
officer was on the way after what seems like forever
I hear the sweet sound of police sirens in front of my house I tell the officer
what happened and him and his partner do an area check they tell me that they
couldn't find any trace of him and to call if I see him again I'm positive
that he got in through the bathroom window while I was in the kitchen
nothing else has happened since then and this is the first
I've told anyone about it you
I lived on Pico Boulevard in Santa Monica in a cheap apartment complex that
was basically student housing for the nearby community college there were lots
of exchange students from Sweden a lot of people that grew up in the area and a
bunch of young military types it was pretty nice there were three pools no
one complained about noise and there was more weed there than I can remember
anyway there were a few pensioners living there as well and they weren't in
the best shape I once had to carry an old man back to his apartment and call
an ambulance for him after he fell in the driveway and hit his head on the
curb he was hurt bad couldn't even stand I had to throw the shirt I was wearing
away because as I held him up he kept dropping his head against my chest and
bled all over it there was also an old Asian woman that
would walk around talking to herself she would fart occasionally and laugh so my
friends and I decided that she was very lonely or suffering from dementia the
worst of the lot though was a woman who we all called lady death she looked like
she had one foot in the grave and she was damn creepy she was old World War
one Great Depression old no one that I had talked to there knew when she had
moved in she had been there before any of us she had a motor chair that she
slowly wrote around on and whenever she passed us when we were outside she would
smile at us with a gate crooked yellow grin her face was withered and covered
in a spiderweb of wrinkles and her hair was pale white and so thin that it looks
like cheesecloth waving in the wind her skin was the color of cement and she
always wore the same dirty black dress and no shoes her feet were disgusting
the nails were cracked and edged with black decay she never talked to anybody
and we were fine with that because she smelled absolutely terrible
she didn't just smell bad it was downright awful it was like a mixture of
rotting eggs and colostomy bags left to simmer and a rusty iron pot over a
propane stove she lived in the apartment across from mine and whenever she left
it to ride around that smell wafted out of her home this
didn't happen very often though she stayed inside most of the time I'm not
even sure if she went to the store for groceries looking back on it now I feel
very bad about what happened next it was sometime in August my roommates and I
were just getting back from playing some basketball in the park when we saw Lady
Death standing outside her door calling for help one of the sweetest guys from
upstairs passed by ER and didn't even notice her calling out so I felt bad
stopped and asked her what was wrong she said she needed some help and beckoned
me inside her house I hesitated because this lady gives me the creeps and
because as I approached the door I tried desperately not to gag it was the same
layout as my place but it was almost completely barren there was no
substantial furniture in the living room just a bunch of trays and pans covered
in grease strewn about everywhere there was an enormous pot on the stove with
some soup inside of it but apart from that and a cheap folding chair there was
nothing in the apartment the door to the bedroom and bathroom were closed and the
smell inside the house was unbearable I tried to breathe through my mouth but I
could taste it the noxious fumes dried my tongue and my throat almost closed up
I looked over at her expectantly trying not to cover my mouth politely urging
her to show me what she wanted the old lady smiled and walked around me
reaching under the sink for a large bottle of brandy can you open this for
me dear we're having some guests over soon she said she couldn't get it open
and when I tried to unscrew the top it wouldn't budge
I read the label and saw that it was from the 1980s the bottle was older than
I was I tried as hard as I could to unscrew it but I simply couldn't the
smell was starting to make me dizzy so I impatiently grabbed a knife off of
the counter and pried the cap off along the perforations it felt like it took me
a couple solid minutes to get it off I had to peel the metal completely back
and basically destroy the cap to get the thing open the old lady just watched me
do it she didn't say anything she just held her hands together in front of her
I finally got the bottle open and put it down on the counter desperate to get out
of the house lady death smiled at me and said oh thank you you've been a great
help I nodded and almost ran out the door gasping for breath as I got out of
her apartment I had to take a walk around the block to clear my lungs my
knees were actually shaking I got back to my place and took a really long
shower but my roommates told me that I still smelled like a sewer I walked
outside for a smoke and saw that lady death had closed her door the blinds
were down and I couldn't see any lights inside that was the last time anybody
saw her about a week after rent was due a bunch of men in hazmat suits came I
was smoking a cigarette watching them carry everything out all
the appliances the refrigerator the pots and pans and two long black bags
lady deaths husband had died and instead of calling it in she just left him in
her bed and slept next to him every single night in her mourning gown that's
why she smelled like death she was lying next to a corpse every night for maybe a
month she didn't have any friends coming over she killed herself with that brandy
or maybe she od'd on medication or a mixture of the two but it was like I was
her Kevorkian and I heard her last words with my back turned walking out the door
with my hand over my mouth
back in the 70s during my first marriage my mother-in-law would collect all kinds
of things and resell them at a higher price she would ask us to hold some of
the bigger things in our cellar one day she showed up with this really
old wicker baby buggy from like back in the 1800s I guess as soon as she put
that thing in my cellar I got a chill and a really bad feeling I told my
husband that I didn't want it here but he told me to grow up of course I was
mad at him all day for letting her put it there over my wishes and I couldn't
shake the feeling of fear I had when the day was over I went down into the cellar
to take my shower he came up with what he thought would be funny and get me to
talk to him again so we waited until I was in the shower and had the water nice
and hot the way I like it and he used a rope that's had a shower
door shut on me so I couldn't open it then he shut the light out and started
to pretend that he was a zombie which I am afraid of as I was begging him to put
the light back on the room turned ice-cold and that buggy was right
outside the door the hot water was still running which is as hot as my skin can
take but I couldn't feel any heat in there it actually turned into a deep
freeze and at this time I really started to scream at him to let me out I didn't
find out till later but he really was trying to get that rope off and let me
out the whole time because he said that besides me screaming he kept smelling
something awful there was really nothing I could do from the inside except stand
there and scream at him there also was nothing in the shower that could have
done what happens next as I was standing there yelling I all of
the sudden felt something get close to me and then scratch my legs from my
knees down now I'm really screaming at him to open this door or at least get
the light back on and when he did turn it on sure enough I had blood running
down my legs the room got warm again and full of steam from the hot water and
whatever was in there with me was gone they got the door open I came running
out of there grabbing a towel and heading for the steps with him right
behind me he saw my legs and knowing that there
was nothing in the shower that could explain those scratches he called his
mom right away and told her to get that buggy out of our house by the time she
got there I had my short time and was waiting for her my husband kept telling
her to get it out and she kept wanting to know why and set herself down at my
dining room table till she got a good reason for all this we explained what
happened and she of course laughed and said so then why didn't it get me since
I own it no lie just then she screamed and pulled her legs out from under the
table and sure enough she had scratch marks that were bleeding and she yelled
to her husband to put that thing in the back of the truck and leave it there she
didn't even care if someone stole it til she got it to a place where she could
sell it in the morning which is exactly what she did the next day and I got a
priest to come over and bless my house we heard months later that the place she
took it to burn to the ground but she wouldn't talk about it so I don't know
if that's true or not but I kind of hope that it is knowing that it went back to
Hell in flames would make me feel a lot better
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