Not My Job

From: Joshua Parker (faded90bonnie@cox.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Wetersfield,CT
Source: Form Submission

In my job I pick-up and install radon monitors in the basements of houses being sold for a home inspection company. Well this one house in the historical part of Wethersfield, CT i had one of the weirdest and scariest experiences of my life.

As i pulled upto the house i noticed that it was very overgrown with weeds and vines and bushes. This house was vacant and i was to gain entry into the house with a key that was in a lock-box...I gained entry to the house, which my boss had informed me that it would be vacant, and when i walked into the house i figured it was vacant, other than the kitchen table and the bottle of wine in the MIDDLE of the table.

It was a small old house and i didnt know which door was the one that led to the basement, when i finally found the door that led to the cold basement i opened the door to see the old stone foundation. It was cold damp and very dark, and now just thinking about it freaks me out. When i got down to the basement i had one thing on my mind, getting the monitor and getting the hell out of this house. Well i got the monitor and packed it into the bag and bolted up the stairs cause i had had enought of this house.

This is a part of this experience where i started screeming. I went ot close the basement door behind me and i got it about half closed and it wouldnt close any further...i had to force it closed, i felt almost like someone or something was on the other side of hte door holding it closed.

Well when the door closed i turned around and the table was infront of me. The wine bottle was now on the edge of the table and the level of wine had dropped down from full to half full. The words that came out of my mouth would make a sailor blush as i turned for the door. I got outside and locked the door and was returning the key to the lockbox as i was standing up i bumped the doorbell with my hand, i then heard someone walking in the house towards the door. I then sprinted from the house to my car.

After i got into my car and locked the doors i looked up in the mirror and i was pale and had tears in my eyes. I wiped my eyes and called up my mother on the phone, cause i figured if i talked to someone about what happened it wouldnt be as bad. My mother answered the phone and i was so scared that i was breathing heavy into the phone. My mother knew it was me from the caller ID and she asked me if i was ok and i started breathing funny and i tried to answer her but i couldnt talk. I opened my mouth and nothing came out, she started to cry and she handed the phone off to my dad. He asked me what was wrong and i couldnt answer him, my pops, knowing me told me everytyhing was goign to be ok and to just come home and he would talk to me about whatever it was that happened, i got home and told him, my mom and my girlfriend what happened.

I am still working for the inspection company, but i am now very wary about going into vacant houses alone, and houses that are old or rumored to be haunted, i lie and tell the people i need helop with the moitor so i dont have to be alone, i dont think i can handle another scare at the level of that one.