I love anything to do with the paranormal, and have had enough run-ins with it that I could be considered a medium. My most vivid experience terrified me so much I never went back to my grandma’s house until she moved again.
First let me explain, up until this experience happened, my ghostly encounters had been peaceful intermittent through life. I’ve seen whole apparitions, I’ve felt cold spots and have had them interact with me on numerous occasions. This encounter was soo not what I was accustomed to by the age of 14.
A few months before the incident, my grandpa died in a house fire. My grandma obviously lost everything and had to start over. She spent Christmas in a house, but for some reason that house was only temporary. When the lease was up, she had found a little ranch style house in the town where she had grown up and moved in.
I went to visit her after she had moved in, but was still unpacking. My first thought of the one story brick house sitting a little ways back from the road on top of a knoll, was that it was cute. The closer I got the more uneasy I felt. I brushed it off thinking it is just a new house, they tend to be creepy for a few days, until you’re used to it. I walked into the house through the parking garage and laughed. It was apparent the house was built in the 70’s and never updated. As I started walking around, the funnyness of it disappeared and was replaced with dread. I noticed there were closets, almost every ten feet. I found that just bizarre, but when I opened the big one in the living room I freaked out.
I opened the door and automatically I started seeing images of a dead body shoved into the closet on the left. Blood was splattered and smudged along the back wall and yellow police tape was crossed on the door frame. It was as if I was looking at Polaroid pictures instead of an empty closet. I quickly closed the door and turned to keep looking around the house, but the images didn’t stop. I could see blood smeared halfway up the walls, and down the hallway to the two bedrooms. I went into what would have been the spare room (aka my room when I visited) and I don’t remember looking around. I think I just poked my head in with my eyes closed, afraid of seeing more bodies. In my grandma’s room I did see the body of a woman, sprawled on the floor.
Needless to say I never went back. I told my family about it, playing it off as a joke because I knew they wouldn’t believe me. I told them the place looked like it could be a 1970’s Murder House. I told them how I could just see police tape everywhere and a couple of dead bodies stuffed in the many closets. Since then I have always referred to it as 70’s Murder House. Thankfully she was only in that house for a short while before she moved in with family.