This is my second story entry and I must admit that it belongs to my husband, but I feel the need to let you all in on it as it's pretty amazing!
Years ago my husband lived in an old century home in Kingston with three other friends of his from Queens University. The rent was unusually cheap for some reason, but they obviously had no complaints. So to give you a bit of the lowdown, my husband had his bedroom upstairs with Jeff and Ian, Greg slept in the main floor bedroom and Chris had his room in the half-finished basement.
Three weeks or so into them living there my husband and the guys noticed that Greg had been spending a lot of nights sleeping on the couch so they asked him why and he just shrugged and said he just didn't like the bed he was sleeping on and was having bad dreams. Soon after my husband started to have horrible nightmares and would find the door to his room open in the morning when he would have it closed at night. The nightmares got worse...
One night he was lying in bed somewhere in between sleep and awake and would feel something enter the room like a cool breeze. Soon after that he would feel this horrible weight on his chest and would wrestle this dark shadowy figure until he pulled it off and it would then leave through the door. (I've heard of this before, but not sure what it is). This was the only time he truly recollected what had happened to him in his sleep in great detail which explained the door being open in the mornings as well as the extreme fatigue he would wake up with.
He then felt the need to speak again with Greg to find out what kind of "bad dreams" he was having. Greg was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't the only one with these horrible night terrors, but freaked out all the same. They confronted Ian, Jeff and and Chris to found out that Jeff and Ian were having the EXACT same experiences, except Chris (the basement guy) seemed to be the only one unaffected. They were all pretty freaked out, but kept with the same routine and just tried not to think about it.
About a month later my husband went downstairs to the basement to do his laundry in the middle of the afternoon with people upstairs hanging out in the living room. As he turned to go up the stairs after putting his clothes in the washer he was grabbed by something... Something not of this world and was holding on to him like a big bear hug, as he would describe it, making him unable to move. He struggled with it for about 5-10 seconds and eventually got free and ran up the stairs for dear life. Put it this way... He was now a full-blown believer!
That's when all the guys, apart from Chris started sleeping together in the living room - four fully grown men! It was quite a large living room with three couches and a love seat so it wasn't cramped, but it was the safest room in the house as the nightmares stopped when they started sleeping in there. They were going to ride it out until the end of the semester come hell or high-water! Well, until the last thing happened anyway.
This old two story house had a large porch that wrapped around the front and one side of the house. Once you go through the front door you're in the landing of a large winding staircase with Greg's old room to the right (used to be a library). You can run circles around the staircase by heading left into the living room and then through the dining room then the kitchen back into the landing at the front door. Chris's room in the basement had old shag carpeting that would prohibit him from closing his bedroom door so it was always left open. In fact it was impossible. The staircase leading to the basement came from the kitchen across from the sink. So if you were at the sink the door way would be behind you. This door was taken off the hinges years ago so essentially was just an opening to the basement stairs. Perhaps there was a reasoning behind this.
My husband was home alone on a rainy weekday afternoon with all of his roommates in class. He was at the sink doing dishes when all of a sudden he hears a loud BANG coming from the basement behind him. He was frozen stiff. He kept telling himself to run, but couldn't move his feet as his body was washed over by tremendous fear. Eventually he shut the water off and turned around. That's when he saw that Chris's door was now, incredibly, shut tight. This is the only time he had seen that door shut since they moved in and there was nobody in the house. No animals either.
He ran right out of the house in his boxers and bare feet (this was a cold day in April) and called Jeff from the phone booth up the road and told him to get home right away. As soon as Jeff arrived not at all doubting my husband that something ghostly had happened they went in to the house together and walked down the stairs to Chris's room and there it was... The door was shut tight indeed and the wood had split about 18" long 4" away from the door knob. Old doors are made from pretty solid wood so this spirit was definitely powerful!
My husband and the guys moved out three days later and all of them, including Chris, slept in the living room until they did.
Thank you for reading.