It Can Happen

From: Abe Frohman (HairFreckleToenail@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: The North Side
Source: Form Submission

I recently lived with a friend, who's house had formally belonged to his grandparents. We got to live there in exchange for thoroughly cleaning and clearing out, and doing minor updates to the house. The first few days while we clearing out all of their belongings, we started to notice a heaviness in the house. The kind that makes you feel sick and dirty. People who would come over to help and hangout noticed it also. It was mainly in the front bedroom. Especially the closet, but could travel. We started to notice that there were two presences.

About two weeks later, we were painting late one night, but still not living there. We were in the "pool room" painting the ceilings at opposite corners, with The Sex Pistols blarring from a little boombox in the kitchen. We heard a loud bump in another part of the house. My friend said, "Dude! Did you see that?!", pointing Florida room off the back of the kitchen. I didn't see anything. He said he had seen a girl. A young woman in a dress. We investigated with no results. We tried to make ourselves believe that the house just settling, or a moth was passing the ceiling light. I knew he had seen it though. I'd felt her before. It made me ill and uncomfortable. We were still scared, but acted like it didn't happen.

We took a break in the empty living room before going back to painting. I was leaning against the entryway by the front door. My friend was talking on his cellphone and pacing the empty room. I had been standing there about fifteen seconds, when I turned my head down the hallway. The light wasn't on, but I felt something at the end of the hallway. It made me uneasy. Then my eyes focused and I saw a dark figure at the end of the hallway. Without moving, I calmly said, "Uuum...*Cleatus*. Come over here and look at this." With his cell still at his ear, he said, "Holy *Cow*. What is that?" I had to walk away. He reached into the hallway and flipped the light switch on. Ofcourse, it was gone. I started to freak-out. I knew it was time to get out of that house. Right at that point we heard what sounded like heavy boots tapping down the hall. I ran towards the back door leaving my friend there, five feet away from what we couldn't see but definitly hear. He ran behind me. As we passed through the kitchen, the lights got bright then dim again. As we got through the door, the CD player went to a buzz. All while the boots were clacking through the house. We went out the door, locked it and went to our cars. As I was pulling out of the driveway, *Cleatus* knocked on my passenger side window and told me he saw a dark figure in the window of the front bedroom. I drove past the front of the house. It was there, standing in the moonlight through the window. After that, we noticed that the closet door in that room would wouldn't stay shut. We even wedged a doorstop under it, but it would still open.

I decided to hangout there one night by myself. Since I was going to be living there, I wanted to get a feel for the place. My records were already there, so I brought a six pack. While playing some old 78s on the gramophone, I heard some knocking in the house somewhere. I ignored it. I wasn't going to let it run me out of the house again. While the music was blaring and echoing through the house. I walked through and turned on all of the lights and opened all of the doors except for the front bedroom door. The house had 19 doors in it and it was only a three bedroom. Weird. While changing records, I heard knocking that was suddenly coming from all over the house. Seemed like it was coming from every window. It was loud. I started the record and did a quick check through the house to make sure no one was in the house. It was still just me. I started to feel the heaviness, again. It felt evil. I still heard the knocking from everywhere. I went straight for the door, scared yet again. Then it occurred to me. Ofcourse. I forgot. Its Halloween. A friend is playing a joke on me. I walked around the house to see if someone could be lurking around outside, but still no one. I heard the knocking get louder, and it was coming from inside the house. I pulled the door closed, jumped in my car and left. I circled the block a few times to go back and look at it. All the lights were on in the house. The many windows were bare. I still felt it from the car on the street. While sitting and staring at the house, my camera flashed in the living room. I later checked to see if it took a picture, but it was just solid white.

We decided to try to record the sounds on my voice memo on my cellphone. I left it in the front bedroom and closed the door behind me. We waited on the other side of the house. We heard loud tapping and after a minute or so we heard a loud, high pitched squeal from the room. What was going on in that room?! When I went to get the phone, I noticed the closet door was open again. I played back the recording. We could hear the closet door creak open, a man whispering, what sounded like tapping on the cellphone, and a high pitched squeal.

It got to the point that we almost decided not to move in, but we did it anyway. We hung crisifixes in every room of the house. They seemed to help calm down the occurrences but they were still frequent. I started to talk to them. I told them to leave because they were dead. I guess to try and help them realize it and move on. Then I was told to never acknowledge them because it could be dangerous. It did seem to make them a little more irritated.

After discussing it with *Cleatus's* family, they told us of their experiences in the house while growing up. They sounded exactly like what we had seen. They decided to bless the house. Being that I'm not catholic, or religious for that matter, I didn't quite understand the whole thing, but it was interesting and I hoped it would work. Each room was visited. A verse from the bible was said, and each door what touched with frankecense. We stood in a circle held hands a verse from the Bible was read. It seemed to help, even though it still lingered. Nothing too serious though. Usually just loud knocking on a random door in the early afternoon. I don't live there anymore, but I still wonder about it. Who are they? Why are they there? Such and odd experience.