First of all I will apologize for the length of this story, but there is a lot to tell. These events take place in Harrison, Arkansas. It's a small town in Northern Arkansas. I currently live in Missouri but my best friend Samantha lives in Harrison. This is her story: Samantha is a single mother of a beautiful 7 year old little girl named Katy. As of late 2011 Samantha and her husband split up and she started house hunting. She got a good deal on a rent house within a week of looking. It was a 2 bedroom home with a full basement and had a fenced in back yard. What a bargain! She called me immediately and told me about it. She said she couldn't pass it up. The only other option she had was to move back in with her parents and she refused to ever do that again. Within a week the move started. Katy was a little depressed about it. She told her mother that she just didn't like the house. Samantha thought it was because Katy didn't want to leave from their other home. She told her that she would get used to it and love that house as much as their old place. At first the house was wonderful and they had no problems with it.
I went to visit Samantha and Katy when they finally got settled. My first impression was "Oh my! This house is old." I asked her how old she thought it was. She said that her landlord told her the house was built in 1912. WOW! Who knows what history could be tied into it. She showed me through the house.
Here's a little of the layout: The living room seemed small but cute, had some wood paneling on the walls. Seemed very 70's. To the right of the living room and one small step up was the hallway which lead directly to a bathroom and a small bedroom (Samantha's room) Straight across Samantha's room was 3 stairs which lead down into their kitchen. As soon as I walked into the kitchen I felt a cold draft. I thought it was the A/C considering it was 80 degrees outside. I really didn't think much of it. As soon as you got into the kitchen, to the left was another small hallway which lead into another bedroom (Katy's) and to a door which went into the backyard. Directly at the end of the kitchen (if you went straight after coming down the stairs) was the door for the basement. Samantha said that she was kind of creeped out by the basement, but it was a basement, lots of people are creeped out by them.
She took me down to the basement and suddenly I felt light headed. I got a sense of vertigo as I walked down the stairs and just felt strange. I chalked it up to being hypoglycemic and said "I think I need to go sit down and have something to eat". Later that night I left and went back home. The house gave me the creeps but I figured that it was best not to mention it to Samantha.
The next week I talked to Samantha again. I asked how everything was going. The first thing she said was, "My house is haunted." I thought, well it is an old house. Probably settles a lot and makes noise. She said that the second week they were there is when everything turned weird. She went in to take a shower after Katy was asleep. While in the shower she heard a noise like the bathroom door opening. She looked out, thinking it was Katy and nothing was there.
Within a couple minutes some steam had fogged up her glass shower door and when she went to open it she saw the hand print of someone who is a lot bigger than her on the glass. It freaked her out (it would me too). It was without a doubt a man's hand print.
The next morning she woke up around 4 Am to sounds in the kitchen. It sounded like glass breaking. She thought "Oh great Katy broke something" and went down to check it out. 3 of her glass dishes that her grandmother had given her somehow came out of her cabinet and broke in the floor. There's no way they could do that on their own. She went in and looked at Katy who was still asleep. She thought it best not to even say anything to Katy.
The next day after Katy was at school Samantha decided to go into the basement and move some stuff upstairs. The basement had a concrete floor and wood paneling on the walls as well. It still had some things in there from the previous owners, including a large rug hanging on the wall. It was pretty and all but Samantha decided to take it down. In the midst of taking it down she made one creepy discovery. There was a door behind the rug! This door was wooden and had an old lock on it. It looked like something from the 1800's.
Before she did anything else she called her landlord. She asked her straight up "Why didn't you tell me about the door in the basement?" The landlord seemed confused and swore up and down that she had no idea what she was talking about. She told her to come over and they would both investigate it. She knew better than to go at it alone. The landlord arrived and was in complete shock when Samantha showed her the door "I swear Sam I never knew about this!" She said. They decided to cut the lock and see what was inside this strange door.
As soon as the door was opened Samantha got the biggest sense of dread. They looked inside hesitantly. The room was a non finished part of the basement. The walls and floor were both wood but someone had painted them black. It was eerie. There was nothing in the room except a wooden table with dead roses on it. There were ropes tied to the wall, almost like they had someone tied up in the past. How creepy is that?! It was like something out of a scary movie. She went in the room and picked up the roses. She couldn't make herself take those flowers out of that room no matter how hard she tried. She had a panic attack everytime she tried to move them. She said "ok, keep your flowers" and left them there. She got a different lock and put on the door. She had a feeling like that door should stay closed.
A couple of nights later Samantha had a horrible nightmare. She dreamed that there was a little blonde boy and a tall skinny man who lived in her house back in the 70s. The little boy was crying because the man was very scary. The man made threats towards the boy and told him he would kill him if he misbehaved. Towards the end of the dream Samantha saw this man pick up a shotgun and shoot the little boy in the head and then shoot himself. She woke up in a sweat, having another panic attack. She could have sworn that she heard that gunshot.
Within minutes she heard Katy screaming. She ran down to her bedroom to comfort her. Katy told her "Mommy I had a bad bad bad dream! There was a little boy and his daddy was very mean to him. He didn't like him at all for ruining his marriage so the man shot the little boy and then he shot himself, right in our kitchen!" Samantha was floored. Did Katy have the same exact dream as she did? Can that happen? Well it did happen. There may have been slight differences, but the same dialogue was there. She was speechless. She told Katy that it was just a silly dream and let her sleep in her room for the rest of the night. Katy managed to get back to sleep later but Samantha never did.
A few days later Samantha let Katy spend the weekend with her grandparents. Katy was having bad dreams almost every night and she thought it would be good to let her get away. That night things got weirder. It must not have liked that Katy was gone. Samantha tried to watch a movie and relax and forget about the all out creepiness of her house. While watching the movie she heard noises underneath her (in the basement) it sounded like someone was knocking and knocking loud. She ignored it. She went down to get some water in the kitchen and felt like she was being watched from the basement door. She closed the door and locked it to feel a little safer.
After the movie she went back to the kitchen to make something to eat and there was the basement door wide open. "I know I shut you!" she yelled at it and closed and locked the door again. While she was making her dinner she kept looking back at the door to see if it was still locked. After she got done with dinner she put her dishes in the sink and looked at the door yet again, wondering if maybe she was going crazy, when suddenly something knocked on the door. Three loud knocks. She jumped nearly out of her skin and ran upstairs. "It knew I was watching the door!" She told me over the phone. She was so scared I could hear the shakiness in her voice. I tried to calm her down and offered to stay with her on Saturday since it was my day off.
When I arrived the next day, I gave Samantha a small cross to hang on her wall. It was one that I had in my own home for years. I didn't know if it would help or not, but it was worth a shot. She had mentioned that she wanted one over the phone, just to see if it made things go away. She hung it in the kitchen, which seemed to be the 2nd scariest place in the house. We decided to make it a girls day since we didn't really know what else to do, so we went out to eat, got our nails done and rented a couple of movies before returning back to the house.
When we went into the living room it was cold. It felt like it was 30 degrees in there. "It has never been like this before" Samantha told me. We went into the kitchen and saw that 4 more plates were broken and a couple of glasses. These had all been in the sink when we left. "Well now I know it is definitely not Katy" She told me. We glanced over to the cross on the wall and saw that it was upside down! I told Samantha immediately that she's got something bad in her house and she's going to have to leave or get it blessed. She was so upset that she went upstairs and cried. She just sobbed. "I don't believe this crap! I thought we had a good normal place to live and now we have to deal with this, and up until now I honestly didn't believe in ghosts."
I tried to comfort her and told her she just needed to move. She said that she had signed a lease for a year and didn't think there was a way out of it. Even after the landlord saw the creepy door downstairs. Nothing else really happened that night, but on Sunday she went to get Katy from her grandparents and had a suspicion that the ghost followed her. While there she kept seeing shadows and even heard growling coming from the bathroom. She said that had never EVER happened at that house before, so it had to be the ghost from her house following her.
Months later, Samantha is still at this house. She doesn't talk to me as much as she used to and she seems to keep to herself more. I'm not quite sure what's going on there. The last I heard from her was almost a month ago. (and we used to talk everyday) The last thing she told me was that the knocking had spread from the basement to all over the house. Now she hears knocking in her closet at night. She heard growling in her closet which really scared her and Katy told her that she saw that mean man from her dreams standing in her bedroom one night looking at her. After she noticed him he moved closer and closer to her, turning and bobbing his head as if he wasn't sure if she were real or not. Then as he became face to face with her she screamed bloody murder and he dissipated into nothing.
Samantha hasn't seen anything yet as far as ghosts go, (minus some shadows and things that she can only see out of the corner of her eye) but Katy has seen a lot. I think she's seen more than she's even told her mom about. She sleeps in Samantha's room now because she's afraid of the "people in her room" and refuses to talk about it. Samantha is trying to do research on her house but hasn't had much luck. The landlord bought it from an old couple who used it as their Summer house. In the Winter they lived in Florida and they only owned that house for 2 years before the woman got very sick and couldn't make the trips anymore. They told her that they also had no idea about the door in the basement. Apparently it's been there longer than they thought.
Thank you for reading. Sorry it was so long. Has anyone else had something like this happen? I'm sure Samantha would love some answers here and I'm pretty curious myself. There have been more things happen in this house that I didn't mention, but I will save all of that for another time