Okay, so, there was like, ... uh...idk. A lot of years in between the last weird incident and this one I'm writing about here. And it's probably more just me and my weirdness than any external weirdness.
So! We have a linen closet right at the top of our stairs. One day when I was home alone, maybe a year ago at the most, I was kinda just talking to myself, as you do, and I got halfway up the stairs and I see that the linen closet is open just a crack. I stopped dead, heart pounding and didn't want to go further. But I had to get something from my room, so I quickly closed the door and grabbed whatever it was I needed, never taking my eyes off that door.
Then I had to back downstairs. I went down backwards. Yeah. I was that freaked out.
All I could think was "That door's never open, it's always closed." Those types of thoughts ran through my head for a good five minutes after I'd gone into the living room, far away from the stairs and the closet at the top. I kept thinking that the moment I turned my back to it, a monster or whatever was going to leap out and attack me. It was just so wrong and I couldn't get past that.
Anyways. It's never happened before or since, so I'm happy.
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