Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Freaky because it's true!!!


The lovely Ms. Mamma inspired this NaBloPoMo post. The other day, she posted this blog entry and it prompted me to write about some freaky true stories of mine.

When I was a child, one of the houses we lived in was owned by an elderly couple. The husband passed away, so his widow wanted to sell the house to a nice young family. It was a nice house, but I never felt comfortable in that house. There was always this strange feeling...a cold presence, if you will. Strange things would happen in this house. I don't know why, but my mom decided to have a playroom for us (Middle Bro and me, since this was all pre-Baby Bro) in the basement. In the basement?!?! Why on earth would anyone make a playroom for their kids in the basement?? Needless to say, the basement freaked us out and even though ALL of our favourite toys were in the playroom, Middle Bro and I refused to go down there!

Now, there was a door in the basement that led to the side of the garage. Mom would always make sure the door was locked. The only thing was that every time she went downstairs to check the door, it would always be unlocked! Not only was the door unlocked, but it was always opened just slightly. Creepy! Well, Middle Bro and I would always get yelled at and blamed for this, but we can guarantee you that it was not us! We were scared of that basement and wouldn't go down there!

Other weird things happened, like Middle Bro not being able to sleep at night. He'd swear that he saw someone peering into his room from the hallway. One time, he lay in his bed totally scared beyond belief because at the foot of his bed, there sat an old man. The old man would just look at him as he lay there. (Okay, I'm getting goosebumps as I write this!)

One day, we had a BBQ with our neighbours and one of them casually said that it was a shame that the former owner of the house had committed suicide in the master bedroom! Mom freaked out and put the house up for sale. As soon as the "For Sale" sign went up, even weirder things started to happen! The ceiling started leaking and the pipes were dripping. It turns out that the former owner was a plumber when he was alive. CREEPY! Oh, our house number was #13. I don't know how superstitious I am, but I thought that it was kind of funny (not ha ha funny).

Another scary but true story:
When I was teaching in Japan, my classroom was #5. In Asia, the #4 is considered bad luck because the sound of the number when pronounced also means "death". Classroom #4 was not in use because of superstition. Now, to get to my classroom, I had to pass by classroom 4. Every time I passed the door, I'd get these weird, unexplainable chills! I'd just feel really cold all of a sudden.

One day, I went into classroom 4 because I ran out of paper and thought I might find some in there. I noticed in the corner of the room, there was a dish on the floor with salt in it. Later that day, I asked the Japanese teacher and the Japanese staff what that was all about. They said, "Oh. That's to get rid of spirits and ghosts". Ummmm...okay.

I used to work late almost every night. I'd stay until 10 PM to correct homework, get lessons planned, etc. Every night, at almost 10 PM, the photocopy machine would operate by itself!!! I'd check the paper and it was just blank. There would be nothing on it...just white sheets of paper! At 10 PM, I could hear thump, thump, thump, thump, thump! It sounded like little feet running around. It freaked me out so much that I started getting friends to stay with me at the school while I stayed late.

I mentioned this to the other staff and they said, "Oh. That's the ghost of the little boy". "WHAT???"

It gets even stranger. Every Tuesday and Thursday at 4 PM, I taught these two brothers. They were 7 and 9 years old. These boys were always on time and you could hear them running up the stairs to the school. They were rowdy! However, on this particular Tuesday, the boys were late. I waited for them in the receiving area in front of the school manager's office. While I waited, I chatted with the manager, Japanese teacher and another English teacher. Suddenly, one of the brothers ran into the school. We saw him run in and we heard the door open and close. He ran into the bathroom.

He was in there for a while. After a few minutes, I knocked on the bathroom door. "Daisuke! Kouji! Time for your lesson". No answer. Okay, perhaps he had some "business" to attend to. I gave him a few more minutes. "Daisuke! Kouji! Are you okay?" Still no answer. I was getting rather impatient, so I sent one of the male teachers in to check on the boy(s). There was no one in the bathroom! The lights were all shut and no one was in there! How could that be? We all saw a boy run into the school and into the bathroom!

Moments later, the boys showed up. They were detained at school for some reason. It was the weirdest experience ever. Students and staff at that school have said that the school was haunted, but the little ghost boy is supposedly friendly.

10 comments:

caninecologne said...

Oh. My. Gosh.

Freaky!!!

The story of the old man on your brother's bed gave me chills. How wierd is that to find out that the house you live in was the site of a suicide! Creepy!

This kind of stuff used to happen to my brother. I'm so glad I don't have the "gift" of seeing dead people.

kim said...

********** sigh ********** i didn't even get to read the entire blog. I just scrolled down and thought, "Where the heck do you find the time to write this much, with everyday island life being as busy as you've written it could be?"

will come back and read again later. for now, i gotta go home and catch me some z's.

ciao bella.

J at www.jellyjules.com said...

Hmmm...I'm thinking you could have used a little dish of salt in that number 13 house, huh?

Ms. Mamma said...

That is chilling! Eeeek! Gives me the total creeps. You're right, who wants to play in the basement! THere is just so much unexplained weirdness in the world.

For another type of horror, see the movie 'Tideland'. Ijust watched it last night and ugh...it's like an Andrew Wyeth painting combined with Alice in Wonderland and a little Ed Ghein. Sad and weird and gross and poignant.

Another good post, Ms. Chrissy. Go,go NaBloPoMo! xo

Uncivil said...

Wow! You lived in a regular Amityville Horror?
I've been out of town, and just getting back! I always check you and Ms.mamma first!
Happy Tofurky day!

mrinz said...

wow you have had some freaky experiences, the childhood ones must have been so scary to you and your brother.

We have a really interesting programme on TV here at the moment called 'Sensing Murder' where two psychics are called in to investigate old unsolved murders.

In almost every programme they have uncovered more information - they are absolutely amazing the way they can tell what happened and all about the victim even though they have no proir information.

http://sensingmurder.co.nz/

ZJ said...

That's really creepy!
I had my own share of scary stories, too, in my university dorm. Here in Cambodia, people have strong belief in ghosts and retributions and I experienced some unexplainable things in my own apartment as well. One of the Pinoys here advised me to talk to the "presence" ... but the question is: in Khmer or English language? *lol*

Karen MEG said...

Freaky, C, and I'm reading this alone in a dark room. Yikes!!!!!!
Hmmm, we're thinking of making a playroom in the basement. We're not the original owners, but the house is only about 20 years old. I think the worst crime committed here was bad choice in light fixtures.

Curiosity.Killer said...

Ok - you got way too many creepy stories. I can't finish reading that. It's like 4am over here in HK. I get goosebumps just thinking about that basement thing...

Cherry said...

I never thought I wouldn't be able to read blogs late at night! FREAKY!

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