When my sister first got married, I was 5 years old. Her and her new husband moved to a house in Tyler Texas. They were excited starting their new lives together.
They moved to an old house in a area where most would not live. The neighborhood was run down, but she was just as excited about having her own house, as anyone would be.
Shortly after, she started telling us stories about what would happen at night in this new house. Needless to say, we didn't believe it at first. Only when she had the rest of us come spend the night, did we realize what she was saying was true.
Many times she told of the strong oder of cigars in the house and very strange going ons, such as windows opening and closing by themselves, doors opening when they were sleeping, black cats disappearing, and many thing like this, in the house.
She told of the closet which she insisted would open at night no matter what they put in front of the door. Blood stains dripping from the attic ladder in that closet and other strange things which would happen.
After a few weeks of hearing her stories, she insisted all of her brothers and sisters come spend the night and the next day we were to help them move out of that house.
Needless to say, that night was a night none of us will ever forget.
After we finished supper, we all started to settle down for the night to go to sleep. First, my brother-in-law insisted that our brothers help him move the huge chair in front of the closet door which held the attic ladder in it... So they did. There were 10 of us cramped into the small 2 bedroom house, and with all the excitement, none of us could sleep, but I crawled into bed with my sister and her husband.
Around 11 pm, as I started drifting off to sleep, I smelled the strong cigar smell she had been speaking about earlier. I watched the clock, hoping it was all in my head. Within minutes, I notice a bright, small light, floating by the bed where we were sleeping. My sister grabbed me and whispered in my ear, that she had not seen an actual cigar floating around until that night.
Several minutes later, we heard a loud noise coming for the room with the closet which housed the attic ladder. We all ran into that room and saw the huge chair place there earlier, was moved across the room and the door of the closet stood wide open. Once again, we saw blood dripping from the ladder inside. This happened several times.
Each night, my sister said this happened. No matter what they would put in front of the closet, it would be moved and the closet would be open... And there would be the blood dripping down the ladder.
Our sister, trying to calm our nerves, went to the kitchen to make us all a snack. As we approached the kitchen door, several of us saw a black cat sitting on top of the refrigerator. I said "oh, a kitty" and ran towards it hoping to play with it (I was about 6 at the time). Just then, the cat jumped from the top of the refrigerator, and vanished when it hit the floor. We were all dumbfounded.
Immediately, we all decided to get them moved out of the house right then. We loaded up all their belonging, and as we sat in the station wagon, to drive away, the car lights were on one of the windows in the house. We saw two hands, reach out the bottom of the window and slowly close the window. We sped away as fast as we could from that house.
Three of us went back to see that old house, a couple of years ago, and it's been demolished and removed. The only thing left was the lot it sat on... And the memories of that frightening night.