Our First Priority
My house was abandoned for two years before we bought it. When we went for the viewing, we noticed something disturbing right away. There was a bedroom closet that was padlocked shut. The realtor said they had no key, and we couldn’t open it unless we bought it, which we did.
Our first priority was opening that door! After a few minutes, we got in. It was a child’s play area. There were brightly colored walls, glow-in-the-dark stick-on stars and planets covering the ceiling, and checkered tile on the floor. There were no lights, no air vents, and no windows.
My little brother chimed in, “Well, this must be where they kept the kids before they died!” After three months of renovating, we moved in. The loft area had a daylight sensing motion sensor light as there was no easy way to install a switch. The light would come on by itself at all hours of the day.
It didn’t matter how we positioned the sensor, it would randomly trip, and we jokingly shout out, “Will you darn kids quit running in the house”! That would usually be the last time it would come on that day. A year after living there, we turned the creepy closet bedroom into our computer room.
My wife and I would leave for work at the same time each day but arrive home about two hours apart. That’s when it escalated. One day, I got a call from my very confused wife asking why I had come back home after we had left together. I did not go back home.
Upon returning from work, she was greeted by our computer room chair—in our kitchen. The chair had to travel through two doorways, down a hallway, and a flight of stairs to reach the kitchen. It did so seemingly by itself. We thought it odd but blamed the deceased kids and tried to think nothing more of it.
About six months after that, we had our last big doozy of an event. We went to bed in a house in perfect order. Upon waking, we found that all of our kitchen cutlery had been removed from the butcher block. In their place were all of our butter knives.
The sharp, dangerous ones had been placed behind the kitchen sink instead. Neither one of us had moved them. We were both pretty freaked out and spent the whole day away from the house trying to sort it out. We decided we were being unreasonable and went home to forget the ordeal.
We told ourselves that ghosts aren’t real, and there weren’t actually any kids who passed there. We talked to the neighbor about it. He confirmed that there were indeed no kids who perished in the house. Instead, something worse had happened. A grown man had.
The room with the creepy closet was the room where the previous owner’s brother took his life. When his wife left, and they failed to work it out, he couldn’t handle life anymore, so he cut his wrists and bled out.
The previous owner kept living there afterward, but upon finding out he was foreclosed on, he attempted to take his life in the same room. His children found him, and he lived. Later that year, our family began to grow. The rooms all got shuffled to make room for the baby.
That creepy closet room got emptied, and the weird things all stopped happening. To this day, that room is only used for storage. My four-year-old son played in there occasionally, but even in the daytime, with all the light the window let into the bedroom, he turned every light on.
When asked why, he said, “It makes it less weird to play there”. Seems like he sensed something was very wrong with the house too. Story credit: Reddit / psychotrshman