Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark

Strange Noise

My name is Cassandra, I have a husband and we were married 4 years ago. We have a son named Ford and he's 5 years old. My husband and I rent a place for us to live, we've been living in the apartment for a couple of weeks and things weren't easy for us since we need to pay for electric bills and other expenses in the apartment. At first I didn't agree to live in this place especially when I knew it was stinky and nasty.

But since this place is near my husband's work then we don't have a choice but to live in this apartment for good, as long as we paid all the bills for this apartment. Luckily we still have enough money to sustain my needs for my son. One night when I was cooking for dinner I left Ford in the living room because he was playing his toy car and I had to go to the kitchen to cook.

My husband is still at work and I have a tough time looking out for my son. When I was in the middle of cooking I heard my son laughing. I quickly peek to see him and his just happy. I was wondering why my son was staring at the wall and laughing like he saw something funny. It looked like his seeing something I could not see, I just ignored it and went back to the kitchen when I heard my son laugh again, I also heard some strange noise coming from the living room.

I quickly ran towards my son and now his standing and still staring at the wall. I immediately carried Ford and then suddenly he cried, then I heard the strange noise again it sounded like someone was scratching the wall. It keeps on repeating and repeating until I realize I ran outside our apartment while chasing my breath with fear.

"What the hell is that?" I said to myself as I wrapped my arms around Ford. I stayed outside and waited for my husband to arrive, he was surprised to see me and Ford outside the house. I told him what I'd heard but he said I was just hearing things but I knew I heard something, it was the most unpleasant sound, you could even imagine a long sharp claw scratching the wall is terrifying.

After what happened we moved to another house and I thought no one would bother us there, but I didn't expect to hear that strange noise again the scratches were the only sound that bothered me I couldn't sleep because of that sound until I decided to wreck the wall I was almost done destroying it when I saw a dead body on the wall it's already a skeleton and someone seems to be buried or kept its corpse on this wall.

That must have been how I always heard that scratching sound because its spirit is haunting our house. I told my husband about the skeleton and he believed me. He wanted to find another house to live in since I told him that. But I said to him we will just stay here because the ghost is not harmful and it just wants to get away from the wall that's why I heard scratches because it wants to get away from the wall where its body is kept and buried since the day it died.

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