I am originally from Connecticut and only have a few friends there that I still visit. One in particular, Steve, and I make a point to hang out whenever I come home to go on, what we call, our ghost rides. We are both very interested in anything paranormal and it seems something creepy always ends up happening when we're together... This was the scariest.
To back up this story I have to tell part of the story of the house on Lindley St. In Bridgeport, CT. Anyone who has grown up in the area knows about it. Apparently, a few decades or so ago, the house was possessed by an evil entity. The stories about the house were quite eccentric and included levitating objects, talking animals and the possession of the family's daughter. This story in particular received more attention because 1. The Warrens investigated it and 2. Respected Police Chiefs and Fire Chiefs were quoted in the paper about the horrendous things they experienced. Like the Amityville house, many believed it to be a hoax, but regardless the story stuck. Lindley Street is like any other street with old, small houses lining it, except now an apartment building stands in place of this particular old house.
Steve and his mother were accustomed to the paranormal. Steve grew up in a very haunted house and has seen full bodied apparitions to dark shadows. His mother also has experienced everything paranormal and told us a story of her experience on Lindley Street in Bridgeport. She had gone to a party with Steve's Dad when she was younger and the party was about a block from the infamous house on Lindley Street. This was obviously before it was torn down. Steve's mother, Steve's dad and a friend walked the street and Steve's mother claims that as they passed the house the door was wide open. She was shocked as it was October/November and quite cold out... Not to mention no one lived there anymore. She claims to have seen two red eyes in the doorframe and became quite frightened. The two men passed it off to anything they possibly could. Ultimately they decided it was a prank, when the door slammed shut. It startled her and she never did believe them that it was a prank or reflecting lights, or whatever.
I was home one weekend and Steve and I left a friend's house to go on a drive (a ghost ride). This usually entailed us driving around sharing scary stories. We were on a dark road and he was telling me about his mother's encounter on Lindley Street. I was getting spooked and for his finale he decided to phone his mother, put her on speaker phone and have her tell us the story herself. He did and she told the story just as Steve had said, and just as I had stated above. She began telling us the history of the house when the family had lived there when all of a sudden the entire car shook with such a loud, deep yell/horn/groan. It's impossible to explain without anyone actually hearing it but tears formed in my eyes. I'm pretty skeptical when it comes to stories like these, but this sound was truly evil and truly terrifying. It was as if it was everywhere at once. Outside and inside the car, in our ears, in our heads, everywhere. And then just like that it stopped.
Steve was silent as his mother continued speaking. In a shaky voice he told her he needed to call her back. He pulled over and we just looked at each other. We had both heard it, but couldn't explain it. It was the middle of the night and although we tried to put a familiar noise to what it could have been, we simply couldn't.
We called his mom back to explain what happened when she gave us the ol' "when you speak or think about something enough, it eventually comes to you". We decided not to speak about it again. Of course no one believed us, or could fully understand the impact it had. I'm still unsure as to what it was, or if it was the cause of us dabbling in the paranormal too much or often, but regardless it still gives me chills thinking about it.