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The House On 25th St

 

My name is Sam, I am 28 years old (born in '83) and live in a beautiful town called Barboursville, West Virginia. It is a small place near Huntington, WV. Prior to the age of 3, my parents and I moved around quite a bit. Finally, my father's military path led him to be stationed in Oklahoma and my mother and I moved to Huntington to be around her parents and siblings.

We moved into a big house her parents owned. The house was on the outskirts of the roughest part of town. The area was rough with crime and houses were worn down. It was yellow, two stories tall, about 80 years old and if you went down steps beside the house you would find a large back yard covered in trees. With the house behind you, the yard was a peaceful escape within an obviously cruel setting. Cherry trees, apple trees, a walnut tree, and a few maple and oak trees provided a shaded canopy for the downward sloped yard. The back fence was lined with grape vines and a large weeping willow tree.

However, a turn to the rear revealed an ominous and threatening house. It was taller from the rear because of the basement which was visible from this side. The basement was accessed by opening a large square door that always reminded me of a barn door. The basement was terrifying, especially to a small child. The floor was earthen (dirt) and there were no working light fixtures. If you stepped up to the right side of the basement, there was a room typically sealed. My mom let me in there a few times and it revealed a workbench area that appeared trapped in time. Old, turn-of-the century tools were lying scattered, covered in decades of dust and webs. The basement also housed the furnace and yard tools. Therefore, as a child, the only reason I had to go in there was for yard tools, and to see what people were up to when they were working on the house. At any rate, I avoided this dark place not only because I found it creepy visually, but because there was a suffocating darkness that I felt - even from just looking at the padlocked basement door from the outside.

Anyway, on to the house's interior living space. The entrance to the house was covered by a long, covered porch. Part of the house extended over the roof of the porch. When you walked into the front door the first thing you saw was a foyeur with brown carpeted steps directly in front of you. To your left, a dining room... To your right, a large living room. It was like one big open area with a set of stairs stuck in the middle of it. If you went to the right of the stairs and by the living room, you would eventually get to a door that led to two more options. If you went right, you would find a long room containing washer and dryer, grandma's plants and a long table my grandfather used to use for tools. At the end of the this hall was a door to the steps which led down to the back yard. If you went left from the previous door you would find the kitchen. We liked to eat most of our normal meals in the kitchen. If you continued through the kitchen you would be led back out a door into the dining room. If you continued through the dining room, you would end up at the front door. So, essentially, the house was a big circle (I used to ride my tricycle through the place).

The stairwell was particularly creepy just because of it's darkness and the way it was situated. When you reached the top of the stairs you were at a flat spot, a landing area and you had to go up three more stairs to your right to get to the bathroom, bedrooms and spare space. Once upstairs, you could go left into the bathroom or right down a hallway. The hallway was essentially a big open area with white railing surrounding the stairs opening. So, one could lean over the banister and see the front door, essentially.

If you were walking from the bathroom, a bedroom would be on your left. If you continued straight, you would see a storage area (spare space). If you went through a door on the right at the end of the hall you would reach the master bedroom (yes the upstairs makes a circle as well). If you continued through the master bedroom you would reach the door to another bedroom. From this bedroom, you could look out into the back yard pretty easily. You could also go straight into the bathroom and back into the hallway from here.

The house was generally brown and cream in color. There was an abundance of brown carpet, brown paneling and some white/cream walls which were decorated with religious paintings, crosses, paintings of elder family members and lots of photos. I apologize for the lengthy description of the home but feel it is necessary to paint the environment.

Right after we moved into the home (I was three), my grandfather passed away. I remember the funeral but not a lot was substantial directly afterwards. My bedroom was the one sandwiched between the bathroom and the master bedroom. So, I used to go upstairs, into the bathroom then into my bedroom. It was good because could look at the foot of the bed, into my mom's bedroom. My grandma was staying in the bedroom in the hallway overlooking the stairs. I stayed in this bedroom for approximately 2 years.

Every night in this bedroom I would feel kind of uneasy but attribute it to being a child. I had some pretty scary dreams and some sleep paralysis but nothing too violent. My mom said I used to carry on conversations in my sleep a lot but I still do that to this day. I used to hear my grandma scream out in the middle of the night, "Get out of here! You have no business here!" I used to giggle because my grandma was kind of fussy and didn't really like my mom's dog so I used to always figure it was just the dog bugging her.

When I turned 5 or so, my grandma became quite ill. She had a stroke and was no longer as mobile. So, we turned the dining room downstairs into her room so that she could have access to the house. I ended up moving into her room because I liked it more. I moved most of my stuff in there but some of her things remained. One of those things was a big rocking chair that creaked like crazy if you sat in it. The floor was bare wood and would also creak a lot when you walked across it. I was less comfortable emotionally in this room. When I would look out of my door at night I could see into the dark hallway... And the railing of the stairs. Within a few days, I began having terrible nightmares about being torn apart and suffocated by something I couldn't see.

Then it happened...

I was lying in bed trying to go to sleep one night but it was so hot this was difficult. The only thing I could hear was the oscilating fan at the foot of my bed. Then I heard the stairs creaking as if someone was coming up. As I looked out of my room, I struggled to see into the dark hallway. Then I saw it, a tall, dark figure slowly coming up the stairs. It stopped when I could see it from the waist up. It appeared to be turned looking at me and just stayed there for a long time. Eventually, it moved and started to continue up the stairs. As hot as it was, I covered my head and did not move a muscle. I heard the floor boards creak as something entered my room. The steps approached the side of my bed and I could feel it standing there. I stayed covered for probably an hour before falling asleep. I don't remember what I dreamt but as I awoke, I experienced sleep paralysis. However, it was much different than before. I felt as if I was being squeezed by something terribly cold. I could hear a pulsating humm... Much like electricity, that grew louder and louder until finally I managed to move and sit up. This was the first of many, many nights. I almost never slept with my head above covers from that point forward.

Every time I would do this I would scream for my mom and she would comfort me. She didn't make any guesses as to what it was or mention whether or not she thought I was telling the truth.

One night, I woke up becuase I heard someone walk down the hallway. I managed to whimper, "Mom?" I then heard my dog growling and barking - Shaggy never did this. She was a very calm dog. My mom came out into the hallway and turned the light on. She was telling shaggy to stop and I came out to see what she was doing. She was standing there barking at the storage room at the end of the hall. She did this until my mom took her into her room. We went back to bed and I slept comfortably.

On the worst night I can remember, I woke up to a loud storm. I was 6 or 7 at the time. I woke up to a loud storm. Lightning was filling my room even with a lamp on the side table. Suddenly, the power went out... Which meant my light also went out. I could hear the fan slowing down and the room became so very quiet. I could hear the intense rain beating the roof and the lightning was the only light available. It was, again, very hot. I remember sweating from the heat and the fear. Then I heard a footstep creak on my floor. I slowly covered my head, as hot as it was. I tried to not make a sound. The footsteps slowly approached my my bedside. Then suddenly I felt like I got hit with cold energy. I felt like I was being torn out by electricity. I was shaking and couldn't scream. I was uncovered at this point and could hear the loudest scream imaginable... It sounded like it was inside both my ears. I finally managed to call out, "mom...". At this point I felt myself freed and I fell into the floor. The power came on... The light at my table came on... The fan began spinning again. My ears were ringing and my body was burning. At this time, loud footsteps thumped through the hallway and a door slammed shut (the door to the back bedroom that connected with the bathroom). My mom must have woke up when she heard the door slam and came to find me in the floor. She asked me if I was ok and picked me up and put me into bed. She looked me over and found large handprint bruises on each of my arms.

Things seemed to be kind of quiet for a couple weeks so I became somewhat comfortable around the house. One night I was riding around the house in my tricycle as I liked to do. I stoppped at the foot of the stairs suddenly and was compelled to look up. It was so dark, I couldn't tell if I was looking at anything. Then behind me, I heard a loud thump on the front door. I was startled and didn't know whether to run or not. Then I heard loud scratching coming from the top of the door. I split like lightning and ran to my grandma and mom. They looked outside and nothing was there.

This scratching became a regular occurance, as did thumping sounds coming from the basement. We could often hear them while eating or watching TV. Sometimes the toilet upstairs would flush on its own and we would all be downstairs. Sometimes at night I would hear something like someone sitting in the rocking chair in my room. It would creak loudly with any movement.

My grandma needed my help frequently so I was used to her calling my name. But there were frequent times that I would hear her call my name and when I would find her, she had never said anything. The activity seemed to die down a bit when my dad would be visiting on leave... But he was a very quick-tempered man. I remember one time he was so mad he threw me down in the hallway upstairs. I ran to my room and found a mirror on my dresser to be broken. That could be coincidence from vibration, but it is interesting.

My last summer in that house (before my parents' divorce) seemed a bit more calm. The bad dreams, the creaking floor, the scratching and thumping... All of it died down. It seemed to follow the decline of my grandma's health... At least I thought it did.

I was told many years later, as a teenager, that one of the times my uncles came over to fix the furnace they noticed a spot in the basement that appeared to be damp. They dug it up to see if their was any kind of underground water leak. What they found... I am so glad I didn't know about it. They found bones in the floor of the basement. My mom said they were in a small hole about 20" wide but a few feet deep. I remember police being in the back yard once as a kid but my grandma stayed with me in the house and wouldn't let me see.

This house had belonged to my grandparents for probably 30-35 years and my mom and her sisters did some growing up there... Mostly early-late teens. My mom told me that she had always been told growing up that the man who lived their prior to her parents had killed himself in the house, which always creeped her out. She also said that his wife had been declared missing for a long time before he killed himself but she was never found.

One of my aunts that lived there talked to me one day and out of the blue mentioned the "black man". I asked her... "Was their a black guy in the house?" She replied that he was a tall, dark shadow that would come into her room and hover over her. Apparently, they all knew about and experienced this entity.

The experiences were so terrifying to me that I get teary eyed just talking about them. After my parents divorced, we moved out of the house. I never experienced nights like that again... Thank God.

I apologize this being legnthy but would appreciate any comments you might have!

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Sir-Boy (1 stories) (15 posts)
 
5 years ago (2012-12-14)
Spider,

I often considered that possibility. My bedroom always felt very different from the rest of the house... Even the upstairs felt "heavy" compared to downstairs.

Now that the house is an old, worn down drug house, I wonder what has happened to those that have lived there or visited. Lot of crime and negative energy in that area now.
SpiderZA (2 stories) (81 posts)
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5 years ago (2012-06-14)
Maybe your room was the room where the guy killed himself and now he keeps replaying those last few moments of his life, or it was was where his wife was killed (Hence the holding down feeling) and he then later killed himself there too?

Spider
Siskakes (4 stories) (68 posts)
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5 years ago (2012-06-14)
Hi I just read your story and I am experiencing something similar, I never see it though. It only seems to be coming to me. I live with my sister and mother. My room is always really cold regardless of the season and it generally comes to me if I think about it before I sleep...
geetha50 (15 stories) (986 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-24)
You don't have to apologize for your long story. As readers, we rather have all the information before hand then to ask a million questions. The way you describe your house and your story, it was like I was there right with you. It was really creepy and I think it part this entity was also feed off all the fear and other negative emotions from the house.
Javelina (4 stories) (3749 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-24)
Rook,
I was refering to the book version of "The Shining". It was much scarier than the movie. But once you mentioned the Omen I knew just what scene you were talking about.

Jav 😊
rookdygin (24 stories) (4320 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-24)
Am I the only one who thought of the scene from the Orignal Omen when little Damion is let out of the play room on his trike and knocks his poor Mother over the railing...? While the Shinning was creepy The Omen was ther first movie I thought of when the O/P said they were 'tearing' it up on their tricycle. Just SAYING...😲

Respectfully,

Rook
DARKNESS (3 stories) (2022 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-24)
Sir-Boy: Thoroughly enjoyed your story had me captivated through to the very end, I loved the description and layout you provided for the home. Had to laugh at what Javelina mentioned about "The Shining" because honest to god I actually thought of the same thing, you tearing it up on your tricycle going around the home, you just were lucky you didn't bump into any twins. Lol!

You mentioned that your grandmother's voice was mimicked on occasions, this seems to happen quite a bit in regular hauntings, seems a desperate attempt for attention and to be remembered and recognised by those who have passed.
Did your mum or dad ever mention if they had there own experiences within the home at all?
It seems as though some rather sad history and events are still stained within its walls. Great account look forward to hearing more from you. 😊

Thanks for sharing.

Dan
Javelina (4 stories) (3749 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-23)
Sir-boy,
The old newspapers are on file at the local libraries, and most of it can be accessed online. If there is a local University in the area, they will also have the information and newsclips on file.
(My daughter has a Masters in Library Sciences, it helps)

Jav 😊
Sir-Boy (1 stories) (15 posts)
 
6 years ago (2012-01-23)
Moongrim, I've tried looking back at the herald-dispatch but it doesn't go back far enough online. As far as digging up a bunch of information, not really wanting to. Just thought it would be interesting to pass on my child experiences.
Moongrim (2 stories) (871 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-23)
Fascinating story!

One thing you may try to clear up the mystery: If the police were involved in what was found in the basement, then there will be a police report about the place. I'd suggest going to the local police station and see if anyone there is willing to give you the lowdown about it.
If anything else, the local papers would've had a story about such.
anneke8 (10 stories) (274 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-23)
Very creepy experiences you had! I don't think a soul like this could get any rest, even if it wanted to.
He thought he would get relieve from his problems by killing himself, and now his restless spirit will dwell for eternity. I also believe that your granny never chased the dog away, that was just a excuse she gave after she was visited by this dark man... 😐
Petersspirit (4 stories) (144 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-22)
Hello Sir-Boy,

As the other posters were I to was captured by your wonderfully written, yet higly scary, sharing. Finding out later about what caused all of these hauntings must have made things indeed even more frightening to think of! Imagine moving into a house where some crazy guy killed his wife and next took his own life...

Thanks for posting your experience!
Greetings:
Peter
Javelina (4 stories) (3749 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
Yeah, we learnt it from that guy that smelt so awfully bad!

Javelina 😆 😆 😆
zzsgranny (18 stories) (3311 posts) mod
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
It's one of the twelve steps to becoming a Loonie: forgive Jave and Granny their spelling errors! 😆 😆 😆
Javelina (4 stories) (3749 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
Don't I know it! Zzgranny and I are both anal about our spelling, and we probably end up with the most typos. I say 'typos' now, it sounds much better than admitting to a spelling error. 😆
My problem in my last story were the redundancies. I over use the same words far too often, and once it's up... That's it.

Jav
Sir-Boy (1 stories) (15 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
haha I did tear it up on my tricycle... Later a full on bicycle... Lol. But serious... When my mom and grandma would be in the kitchen, I would get lured into the foyeur area and it was always a terrible feeling. I had some mistakes and typos in the story but I get upset when I actually go through it... But I laugh just chatting about it
Javelina (4 stories) (3749 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
Sir,
I didn't want to say this in my first post, but the picture in my head of you ripping through the house on your tricycle made me laugh at first. Then, as I read further on, I was reminded of the book version of "The Shining" and I kind of got the shivers over that. But those bones are going to remain in my head for quite some time. YIKES!
You write well, and you had my complete attention as I read. Thanks for that, I mean it. 😉

Jav 😊
Sir-Boy (1 stories) (15 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
thanks jave! I've been reading here for a while and see that you read just about everything! I was never mad about the secret... For one thing, I'm not sure my mom knew how terrible all this was for me until I was talking about it later in my teens... She realized it wasn't just dreams. She used to always say something terrifying to me though... Especially as a child. Every time I wanted to watch scary stuff on tv she would tell me no, that it could invite bad stuff in. But if I would have known everything, it would have probably made things worse. Thanks so much for the kind words
Javelina (4 stories) (3749 posts)
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
Sir-Boy,
Holy Crapoly! This gets a 9.9 on the Creep-O-Meter! I can definetly understand how your experiences in that house could scare the living sh** out of you. After finding out about the history of events that lead to the haunting, I don't know how I would have reacted. Things like that were considered "family secrets", I get that. But it must have left you very confused. On the one hand you are fortunate in that not knowing probably saved you from having even more nightmares. Then on the other hand, you have to wonder if things might have been different had you known what to expect. Sometimes I think adults don't give kids enough credit for their ability to rationalize certain situations, and by keeping them in the dark about what is blatantly obvious to all, you are only making it harder for them. Because, young or not, you were still having to live through it.
I do know it was a generational issue, it was how most people dealt with their family secrets. They kept the secrets from the kids. We had them in our family too. The difference being, when I found out about ours, I was mostly amused at why they were secrets at all. We didn't have the scary kind that you had.
Sorry about babbling on so long here, but your experiences have really touched me. Thank you for sharing with us, and welome to ygs.

Jav 😊

~This is going to my favorites~ ❤
Argette (guest)
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
Sir, you conveyed the feeling of the house very well. Funny how places can be so oppressive. Sometimes people make them that way. Sometimes the place just ARE that way.
Sir-Boy (1 stories) (15 posts)
 
6 years ago (2012-01-21)
(misstee) I always felt my grandma was yelling at the same thing that bothered me. Once I experienced it, I knew. I'm haven't followed up mostly because I wanted to put it behind me and I wouldn't know where to begin. Thanks for the kind words.

(Argette) The house had a very dead feeling to it. I didn't have much to compare it to as a kid, but when we moved out, it felt like a weight was lifted.
Argette (guest)
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
Very interesting, and I enjoyed the house description. I can vividly feel what you felt in the back yard and basement especially.

Somehow I get the feeling this house was dark inside and not very alive.

Am I correct?
misstee (guest)
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6 years ago (2012-01-21)
Wow, best story I've read on this site! The black figure you saw coming up the stairs and stopping to look at you and then go in your room is scary to picture. It must definitely be the man who killed himself in the house. If the bones that were found were his missing wifes, that shows that man was an evil person and probably never left the house, and when you heard your grandmother yelling to someone or something to get out, maybe it was her room where the suicide and possible murder of his wife occured. Have you ever thought to follow up on the police investigation that took place after the bones were found? This would be very interesting if you could find out anything. Great story and very well written, this could be a new Amityville type of movie!

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