So other then the mommy ego story that my cousin posted, there's been other encounters with the afterlife that we've had. This one though doesn't involve my cousin but involves me and two of my brothers.
We had just moved into a new house after living at my grandparents and I was about 16 years old. The only people living there were my parents who had their own room my autistic brother who had his own room and me and three of my brothers Man, Eli and Princeton who all shared a room. Man usually would take off somewhere else and rarely stayed at the house but we all had one problem with our already overcrowded room... Someone else was staying there.
Every day and night at some point the closet door would fly open no matter what you did. You could block the door with a chair and it would move the chair, the knob would turn and it would open. At least that's how it was at first until I got angry with the door swinging open one day catching me off guard. I dropped my food on the ground and instantly insulted whatever it was causing this to happen. It went from not just opening the closet door but to throwing something like an empty soda can or a book at me then it would slam the door quickly. Well from there we went to war. I would throw objects back, insult it and I even taped a bible to the door after taping it shut. Once I barricaded it and constantly made fun of it as the door couldn't open.
My brothers thought it was funny at first but later on began to get scared saying I shouldn't mess with the dead, and they were right I probably shouldn't of. Well I don't really know what happened because one day I got so frustrated with it I yelled, cursed and threatened it and just like that everything stopped (except the occasional closet door opening but this time it opened slowly). Then one night I was asleep, Princeton was on the computer and Eli was on the top bunk doing something on his phone when the door slowly creaked open. Instantly I woke and yelled "close that door!" and it closed quickly. From that day every time I would yell that after it opened it would close.
Later on we would all moved out of that house, My parents bought a new one, Eli and Man went to collage I joined the Marine Corps and Princeton moved up north. But I'll never forget that place and that weird ghost that lived there.
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