❝𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝❞creepypasta investigation

bedroom door⁽ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ⁾

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*My bedroom's door started shaking (08/04/2023)

ᓚᘏᗢ- Another old experience that i thought was too terrifying not to mention!

The living room of my granparents' house in which i sleep when i stay over, has a glass door that connects it to the dinning room (weird i know but most of the rooms in our house are connected somehow). 

I was standing in front of it, with my back facing it, doing God knows what, when it suddently started shaking. 

I could hear it, i thought it would break. 

That only happens when someone slams the entrance's door, but noone did, or when an earthquake happens, but it was the only thing shaking. I even thought there was someone behind it, banging their fists on the glass, but that was impossible as i was currently alone in the house.

I didn't want to turn around, i was too scared of what i might face.

ᓚᘏᗢ- I know this was a short chapter but that was it... To this day i do not know who or what was standing behind it...

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ᓚᘏᗢ-rewrite!

"In the stillness of a house that breathes with the weight of uncounted years, where memories linger like cobwebs in the corners of rooms, there occurred an incident so chilling, it etched itself into the very essence of my being."

It was an ordinary day, or so it seemed, within the walls of my grandparents' house—a place that had always felt like a second home to me. The house, with its peculiar layout, had a living room connected to the dining room by a glass door. An architectural oddity, perhaps, but it had never been the source of unease until that moment.

I stood with my back to the door, lost in the mundanity of my actions, when suddenly, the peace was shattered. The door began to shake violently, its tremors so forceful I feared the glass would shatter, sending shards flying like malevolent spirits set free.

The sound was deafening, a cacophony that seemed to drown out the beat of my own heart. Logic scrambled for an explanation—a slammed entrance door, an earthquake—but none fit. The door was the epicenter of this unexplained tempest, and it alone bore the brunt of the invisible force.

With no one else home, the possibility of a human culprit was eliminated, leaving only the inexplicable, the supernatural, as a potential explanation. Fear rooted me to the spot, an icy grip that held me captive, preventing me from turning to face the source of my terror.

As the shaking continued, unabated by my frozen state, a thousand possibilities raced through my mind. Was it a poltergeist, its anger manifesting through the physical world? Or perhaps a warning from beyond, a spectral hand trying to communicate through the veil that separates the living from the dead?

The intensity of the moment grew, a crescendo of fear and fascination. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the shaking ceased. The silence that followed was deafening, a void where the clamor of shaking glass had once filled the air.

Turning slowly, heart pounding in anticipation of the horror that might greet me, I found...nothing. The door stood still, as if the violent episode had been a figment of my imagination. But the fear that clung to me, the cold sweat that drenched my skin, was all too real.

In the aftermath, the house seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for the next disturbance to shatter the fragile peace. And I, too, waited, a part of me dreading the return of the unseen force, another part curious, desperate to understand the nature of the entity that had chosen to reveal itself in such a dramatic fashion.

Days turned to weeks, and the incident remained an isolated mystery, a terrifying encounter that lingered in the back of my mind, a shadow that danced just out of sight. The house, with its interconnected rooms and glass doors, took on a new character, one of whispered secrets and hidden depths.

As time passed, the fear faded, replaced by a sense of wonder at the unknown forces that weave through our lives, unseen but ever present. But the memory of that day, when the boundary between worlds seemed to thin, remains a haunting reminder of the mysteries that lie just beyond our understanding, waiting in the silent spaces of our world.

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