Just let me start off by saying this is 100% true. When I tell this story to my family, I am sure to tell them to ask my dad if it's true after I tell them the story. And my dad always agrees with me.
Anyways, my parents are divorced. In the school year, I live with my mother and stepdad in Kingwood Texas, just a few minutes away from Houston. And in the summer, I travel to Amarillo, Texas to spend time with my dad and my grandparents and my dad's girlfriend and her daughter.
Back in the day there was a military base a few miles away from our Amarillo home, and all the houses in our neighborhood were small 2 bedroom houses because they were houses for the people at the military base. In our house, there was my grandparents' room and the guest room. My dad's room was the large garage complete with a bathroom and a large closet. I was 9 at that time, and my dad had not met his current girlfriend yet, so sometimes I would sleep with him.
That night was a night that I was going to sleep with him again. So I got changed into my night gown and walked to "The Back," which is what we call the garage. Me and my dad were just getting into a really good deep sleep, when all of a sudden we heard a loud "SCREETCH, BAM!" Me and my dad sat right up! He ran to where the door of the garage was and turned on the lights, then grabbed a bat and began to check the garage. He checked everything - the bathroom, the closet, every corner of the garage. Nothing. Was. There. My dad grabbed me and ran to the back door of the house and pounded on it until my poor grandmother came running to it. She unlocked the door and we shakily explained to her what happened.
Now, keep in mind, my grandmother is a VERY religious person. So religious that she believes the children's toy Monster High Dolls are "demonized." She explained to us that we should say a prayer and then tomorrow we should place a Bible in the garage. So we said a prayer and stayed up for another hour. During that hour, I thought of something. I looked up at my dad, "Daddy, was it a demon?" I asked very scared. My dad looked at me oddly, "I... Don't know." He answered. But my grandmother said it probably was. I fell asleep very confused, but I felt safe in the house.
The next day, my father did as he was told and said a prayer in the garage then put the Bible on the shelf, then he hauled butt out of there!
Three and a half days later is when we finally started to go back into the garage for long amounts of time. I began to investigate, being my very curious self, and I checked the dressers, the tables, and the chairs. There were two metal fold-out chairs in the garage, the same ones that were there the night the event took place. I began to bang around the chair, dragging them and such. The black foldout chair was newer and had a less rusty sound than the noise we heard. So I tried the brown chair which was much older and used. I picked it up by it's back two legs, dragged it like that then smashed the back legs on the floor. Presto. That was the noise! My dad looked up, shock in his eyes. "Daddy! That was the noise, wasn't it?" I asked. He slowly nodded. That was amazing that I had actually found the source of the noise.
Surprisingly, the night it happened, my dad had a pair of work slacks hanging over that brown rusty chair. They had been untouched along with everything else. That sent chills down my spine.
To this day I wonder, was it a demon? And now every time I tell ghost stories to my friends or family, I tell that story. And my dad is my witness.
Thank you for reading this! Hope you enjoyed!