This is kind of a weird thing for me to talk about purely because our family moved out of this house in about 2013 and it's just something that we never really talked about when we moved out.
To start this off we moved from a loud and quite bad neighbourhood into a private house in a small part of an industrial estate in 2008, and the good part was is these houses were fairly new in comparison to old builds so there wasn't any problems. The house itself was laid out as compact as it could get, with both me and my brother suffering from 'closet rooms' AKA tiny ass rooms that could barely fit a single bed in.
The first thing that I guess could contribute to this slew of weird occurrences was the fact that my father was slowly getting worse off job-wise as he was a private taxi driver at first which did get some money for us to live off but the money just kept dwindling over time to the point that we could barely live off of the money that he was bringing in to us. Sometimes he would be bringing back under £40 pound a night and even on the occasion he would come back with only one rides pay. Obviously this started causing quite a lot of arguing with my parents. The only thing that makes me question this as something that could be a catalyst as to what happens later on is the fact that my dad was doing well in this job before we moved to this house, sure it isn't the best of jobs to have but there were barely ever days that my dad would come home with basically no money but it was becoming more and more common as the months passed when we moved into this house.
Another strange occurrence is that my dog Gracie had this one place in our kitchen right next to the entrance of it which she started to dig at consistently for about 5-10 minutes each time. We found it pretty funny at first as her digging motions were just pretty funny because she was a fluffy dumb dog. It only started becoming more weird when it got to the point were Gracie was leaving so many scratch marks on the floor and made us realise just how much she's digging at this spot in particular and that's when we started entertaining the idea that there could be bodies underneath us, but this was kind of just a 'oooo so spooky' joke between our family basically. Now thinking back on this makes me a bit unnerved because whilst I was in primary school and I first moved to the town I was told that the houses that me and her live in are built on graves, AKA a burial ground. Now I don't know if this is true because like I just said I was told this in primary school and we're all quite young children at this point who believe anything is spooky.
So some time passes, about 2 years if I can remember rightly and my mum starts complaining about getting headaches and them not going away and I'm not going to lie I didn't really pay her any mind because headaches shouldn't really be that big of a deal y'know, they pass after some time. The only problem is my mums headaches didn't really pass they just got worse. Now my mum is the kind of person who avoids going to doctors for things that are deemed unnecessary in her head as she doesn't want to burden them with something that should pass but it literally became months that she was weak and having terrible migraines and she wasn't doing anything about it until one time she was walking down the stairs as I was walking to go to the kitchen and as we crossed she told me she really doesn't feel well and her nose started bleeding. Obviously at this point we all made her go to the doctors and find out immediately what's wrong with her.
My mum went through a lot of stuff with the doctors and even had blood tests and scans done to possibly find out what was wrong with my mum only for them to be stumped and basically tell my mum that they don't know what is wrong with her or how to treat her as her blood tests were showing up fine and there was nothing coming up on the scans so for all the doctors knew they basically thought she was a-okay when obviously me and my family knew that she clearly wasn't. This went on for a while of my mum going back and forth to the doctors with no improvement yet not really much of a decline, just a steady constant migraine.
So that's the part with my mum happening. Another strange occurrence that I can point out is that once all of all were sat in the living room together watching a movie when we all jumped because of a big bang and one of the patio doors behind us just completely shattered but still stayed within the frame of the door but there was literally no point of impact on the glass to show that it had been hit, the dogs were in the room with us too so they couldn't have possibly been a suspect and there was no one in our back garden as far as we knew as it was broad daylight and we always had a view into the back garden from the couches so we would have seen.
Fast forward a little more and this is when things start getting uncomfortable for me. I've only ever had sleep paralysis 3 times in my life, and 2 of those times happened in that house and the scariest things I've ever been through. I was lying on my back staring at my ceiling just trying to get some shut-eye because I had school in the morning, but it was clear that I was just not going to be able to sleep because I was so awake. I couldn't be assed moving and actually doing something so I just stared at the ceiling thinking about life and that was the biggest mistake I've genuinely ever made. I remember just hearing a weird ass ringing in my ears and feeling the door of my room opening up more and that was when the instant what the fuck get up and look mantra started in my head but I just couldn't move at all, the only thing I could do was just stare at the ceiling as I was doing and man, man man mannn whatever it was I was feeling approaching me started coming up from the bottom of my bed and as it got onto the bottom of my bed I felt the bed dip so goddamn much to the point that I felt like my back was straining from how bent my legs were supposedly being placed and it just didn't stop. It then kept coming up closer to the top of the bed and the only way I knew this was because the dips in the bed were coming closer to me. The strongest fear I felt was when it finally stopped moving but God I really wish it didn't because it was literally lying down next to me staring at me but I couldn't physically see it I could heavily feel it I felt that huge dip in the bed next to me and I felt it move. This terrified me so much when I woke up that I couldn't sleep in that room or on my own for a little while. The reason why this is sticking out to me is because like I said I've had sleep paralysis before one time before this had happened and it just didn't feel the same, this experience that I had just had some weird air about it and I hated it. I did say it happened twice but the second time of this happening was a lot weaker due to me knowing that this is all just sleep paralysis and I woke up by wiggling my toes.
Heres were I only put 2 and 2 together until years after we'd left this house and I started thinking about it and connecting a few dots. My brother once told me that he refused to sleep in my room after he had a bad nightmare when sleeping in there. Obviously I questioned him about it like hey I kinda wanna know why you find my room spooky and man I really wish I didn't. I genuinely wish I didn't even piece these two together because it made my heart sink. Basically my brother had a nightmare in my room where he was staring into our bathroom as it was easy to do that whilst in my bedroom and the shower curtain was pulled over, what was horrifying though is that there was a tall weird ass fucking thing staring at my brother over the top of the shower curtain and it just stared and stared until it slowly pulled the shower curtain over and made its way over to my room. My brother told me that as soon as whatever it was got to the door of my room that he immediately woke up scared as fuck. Now, the reason why this almost made me shit myself when I was thinking over these things is how my sleep paralysis starts out. It's basically the ending of my brothers nightmare continuing.
Here's were shit starts hitting the fan.
About a year or two before we moved out of this house on the 2nd of September on my first day of Year 7 our dog, Gracie, had a tragic accident. But everything about this accident just screams suspicious. Gracie was a super healthy dog and she was only 2 years old but shown no signs of being possibly unhealthy or having any problems in the future of her life. But this whole shit show happened in the span of about 2 days possibly? Maybe even less. Gracie started vomiting and shitting out blood to the point that it was making puddles in the floor and she could do nothing but hide under our couch shaking because she didn't understand what was happening and clearly neither could we, we were all shocked, panicked upset and just didn't know what to do because it wouldn't stop so we raced her to the PDSA. We immediately had to give her in and they said she will have to stay in overnight so they can find out what's wrong. Gracie died that night in isolation. One thing that stuck out and still does to this day is what they said about her death, they treated Gracie for a super fatal dog disease named Parvo and Gracie died due to toxic shock from the treatment they gave her and that they're sorry but they didn't possibly know what was wrong with our dog if it wasn't Parvo. Sound familiar? My mum being extremely ill with nosebleeds and the doctors don't know what's possibly wrong?
My mum then became super upset and finally somewhat suspicious of the house and chalked it up to the fact that carbon monoxide poisoning might be the suspect here. I have quite a few questionable thoughts about that due to the fact that my mum was the only one who was seriously ill and showing these signs whilst everyone else was ok. Even so, we had moved out before we even checked the house for carbon monoxide poisoning and well I guess I'm just glad I left that house. But I still do have lots of weird thoughts about it.
I think that this house just had a bad omen about it and I lowkey worry about the people who have moved into it now because there's definitely just something off about that house. And I think as much as my mum denies it it has completely impacted her as she's now looking up things like Feng Shui for our home and also kicked up a lot of shit because the new house we moved into is number 13. But I think this house is pretty great considering my mum is in great health now and my parents both have really high paying jobs working together and even my brother is getting on with his life great now too.
Basically just want to ask what your guys thoughts might be? Do you think I'm just being too suspicious or do you think that something weird was going on in that house?
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