Shiver: A Collection Of Paranormal Stories

My Grandparent's House

My grandparent's house was built from the wood of a destroyed house that belonged to an old Pentecostal man. Apparently he hated anyone who wasn't Pentecostal and went as far to say he didn't want anyone who wasn't Pentecostal to use the wood from his house. Using old discarded wood was cheaper then and so it was common to do. He rarely left his house and died a grumpy old man.

Years later after his house was destroyed, my grandmother and grandfather set out to have their own house. My grandma's father and my grandfather built it with their own two hands, apparently using some wood from this old man's house and where they built it was on a "faerie patch", a large fielded area where lots of paranormal things happened, especially when you ventured off towards the woods. (A/N: I have some stories about that woods soon to come.)

The house was known to be haunted. If you put your ear up to the ceiling you'd hear rain and footsteps in the little crawl space attic when there was no rain and no possible way anyone could fit up there.

They used to have an old wood stove in the living room and at night there would be loud bangs on it sometime like someone was banging a cast-iron pan onto it when everyone was in bed.

TV channels changed on their own and one bedroom was so cold all the time if you left water in there it'd ice over.

One night my grandpa got up to go to the bathroom and my dad's door was open and sitting next to him was a girl with red hair who my grandpa assumed was my mother and she was crying over him, covering her face. Later he mentioned it and mom was never over that night.

Other things like whispering, creaking. Once I was having a sleepover with my grandmother and she went to sleep and the moment I turned over and closed my eyes I heard from across the room, clear as day in a little girl's voice, "She's my nanny, too."

(A/N: In Newfoundland we call our grandma nan/nanny and our grandpa pop/poppy in some cases but I avoided it in telling this story because I didn't wanna confuse anyone.)

I can still hear it in my mind and we were alone in that room and my grandfather was in the other room. I had cold shivers up and down my body, I didn't blink, I didn't move, I was scared in place. It scared me shitless. I woke nan up and got her to walk me home and I never heard anything after.

That pretty much sums it up, not chilling but still paranormal to say the least. My grandmother passed away in August of 2018 and up until recently, the bad energy and hauntings stopped.

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