Short Scary Stories

The Headstone

About 10 years ago, my 3 year old son and I moved into a new house. Well new to us. I was a very old house. The inside of the house always seemed to be a bit darker and colder than it should be. I noticed it the first time I went to veiw the house but as it was summer, I figured it would save on cooling costs. 

Soon after we moved in, a friend of mine came by. We were sitting and talking for a few minutes but she seemed uncomfortable the whole time. The I saw in her face that something in the other room caught her attention. Her eyes got big. Then she said that she had to go. I kept asking her what was wrong because she was really freaking me out. When she finally got out of the house, she told me that my house was haunted and then walked off in a hurry. Still to this day she won't tell me what happened.

About a week after that night, my son casually asked me who the old lady in the bathroom was. 

One day I was leaving for work but once I got to the car, I realized that I had forgotten something in the house. When I went back into the house to get it, the picture frame in the doorway shot off the wall. Now, I don't mean that it fell because of some issue with the nail or anything like that. It shot horizontally off the wall, not vertically. And it landed on a mosaic table with enough force to break some of the tiles. I felt like whatever it was inside the house was pissed that I had come back after it thought that I left for the day!

After living in the house for about six months, I noticed a wired square cut in the boards in the deck. There was no handle but I was able to pry it up. The hole was just about big enough to fit through, and there was a latter heading down there. For some reason I found myself going down the latter into what looked like a homemade basement. It was basically just a room dug out of earth, no constructed walls or stone supports or anything you would expect if it was a basement that was built with the house. It was very dark but I could see over the corner of a suspicious looking large stone. It looked like one of those light colored 100+ year old headstones that you see in old cemeteries. Just then, some camel crickets started jumping at me so I hauled butt out of that basement.

Now, this is the part that affected me most and the reason we left the house. One night I was in the bed, but not yet asleep laying on my stomach. I heard someone walk into the room. I heard footsteps come from the hallway to my bed. I didn't realize until later that the fact I had heard the footsteps was wired because I have carpet in my room. When the footsteps reached my bed, I felt hands on my back. Two hands just gently laid flat on my back and kept there. I assumed it was my son. I asked what he was doing, but no one answered. I looked up and no one was there. I got up and checked on my son. He was in his bed sound asleep.

We moved out shortly after that.