I used to explore foreclosed/abandoned houses when I was in high school. Ran into something angry in one house.

Hi, so this story takes place around the time of the housing crisis back in 2008 or so, I was in high school at the time. A buddy, I'll call Eric, and myself would do some urban exploring by sneaking into empty (abandoned/foreclosed) homes. Of course we’d do these explorations in the dead of night to avoid any trouble with the law. I can't give away the location because people now live there. And I have no scientific rational explanation for what happened, but I know what I saw and heard so I'd like to share it with you all.

So we set out around 12am just like we would any night, about an hour or so in we find a house that I often saw on my walks to school. As we walk up to the house we scan for anyone before we make our way down the large driveway that leads to the back of the house. The first thing I notice is how tall the grass was, like it hadn’t been mowed in quite some time, months I’d say. Then I notice a smaller house further near the back of the property. We told ourselves we’d check that house out once we’ve explored the bigger one.

We enter the bigger house from the door that leads into the garage, and from the garage we stepped into the kitchen, believe it or not the doors were unlocked. When we enter the kitchen the house was almost pitch black we can only see a few feet ahead thanks to the streetlights, so I use my only light source at the time, a cheap flip phone with the screen brightness on max. We start our exploration down the hallway and check out each room (5 in total counting the 2 living rooms). Eric is close behind me as we make our way through each room and eventually back to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen we chat about how nice the house is and its size given the area it’s in, much bigger than the surrounding houses.

As we’re talking I notice a metal decoration hanging above the kitchen doorway, it almost looked like some sort of decorative shield. I pull it from its spot and inspect it closely. Once done I can’t figure out how to put it back so I set it between my feet on the tile floor. I take a look at my friend and take a step into the kitchen, then we both hear what sounds like something sliding along the floor and then a bang at the end of the hall. Eric and I both freeze and stare at one another through the streetlight shining through the kitchen window. Eric whispers to me “Is there someone here with us? Did someone follow us in?” I honestly didn’t know, but after a minute or two we decide to walk down the hall and see what the noise was. As my phone light creeps the end of the wall we see the shield I had just pulled down.
We were both relieved, and I thought ‘Well maybe I kicked it when stepped and didn’t notice’. I picked it up and this time I figure out how it needs to be attached to its original position. Once again I look at Eric and take a step towards him and hear a few clangs on the floor and that familiar sliding sound across the floor and the bang against the wall. Now we’re really scared and frozen not moving for what seemed like forever. Then an even louder bang is heard at the other end of the house and we both jump and stare into the dark hallway. Then again BANG and then quiet then three rapid bangs. Someone was thrashing at the very last room in the house and we didn’t know what the fuck to do.
Determined not to let this person scare us we run towards that last room and confront this asshole. When we get there……nothing, no one. The room was empty, but how? Who? We were sure it was coming from this room, there’s no way whoever it was slipped by us. The room had a door leading into the back door but it was locked from the inside. Then before we can gather our thoughts and ask each other what was happening…. BANG BANG BANG this time from the kitchen! Scared out of my fucking mind we both agree it’s time to leave.

We make our way through the back door in the room and finally to the street, all while checking our shoulders to ensure no one was going to come running out of the house after us. No one came and the neighborhood was quiet. Eric and I start our walk home, talking about the house when Eric notices his pocket knife is missing, he then turns his pockets inside out to show me he isn’t joking. We stop and he keeps telling me we have to go back for it since it’s his favorite one. Frustrated, I asked him “how did you lose it if it’s your FAVORITE knife!”, he assures me he never removed it from his pocket and has no idea how it could have been removed from his pocket. I agree to go with him and find it, we make it half way up the street when Eric tells me his back feels like it’s on fire. I can see it really bothering him because of the expression of pain on his face. He asks me to lift his shirt and look at what could be causing the burning sensation. I lift his shirt and quickly notice 3 very large scratches starting from his right shoulder blade going all the way down to his left hip, then from his left hip across to his right hip.

I tell him this and he immediately says the house is haunted but he still wants to get the knife. I’m scared but I’m not going to let him go alone. So, we make our way back into the house and immediately hear that banging noise, but we made a pact with each other that we would not run no matter what happened. We begin our search for the knife looking high and low all while hearing banging and now things are being thrown across the room. Of course, I’m fucking scared shitless I want to leave. But we haven’t found the knife yet. We do one pass through the entire house and end up in the kitchen. In the kitchen there is an entrance to the second living room that you can see from the back yard. In that room there is one piece of furniture, a hutch. Now we had already checked this room since it’s near our point of entrance and found nothing. But we decide one more pass through the room would not hurt. I make my way into the dark room and let my light lead me to the hutch, and there it is. On the hutch we found the knife, but for fucking sure we checked this room AND the hutch. He didn’t hesitate for a moment, he grabbed the knife and we high tailed it out through the garage and back onto the street.

This is far from the end of the story but to summarize, this house is fucked up. The rest of the story includes shadow figures leaping from the bushes, dozens of light bulbs shattering at once, and a knife jammed deep into the front door of the home. Thanks for reading!

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