06 August 2020 | Haunted houses, Your Stories, Your True Encounters
This had happened when i was about 6 or 7. I cant recall correctly though. Back then, I lived in Pakistan. Since my family was Christian, we moved here in the Philippines. I’m 16 now, but I still remember a lot that happened back then. A lot of it comes from the house we lived in. It was given to us by the church we went to since our family toke part in almost everything.
The house was close to a mansion. It was a giant single story house and it had a massive garden surrounding it. A couple of large trees, beautiful flowers.We’d even plant vegetables and fruits in the backyard and I guess it was a picture perfect life to live. Now heres the thing that really freaked my mom out. The house had an old jujube tree, it was like the ones you’d see in horror movies filled with those giant roots covering it. And what was even weird about was the fact that I used to call the tree my friend and how I wouldn’t wanna leave it. My mom recently told me about it, anyways on to the experience.
My moms brother and his family would often visit us. His son, who was the same age as me, was basically my best friend back then. This day they had stayed a little later then usual so me and my cousin tired ourselves up pretty good. After we played, we ate and after that, it was time for them to leave. I said my goodbyes and my mom sent me to the room. This usually wouldn’t happen since it was impossible for me to sleep without my mom back then, so I called her and she told me to go to my room again. I insisted again but then my mom gave me that scary mom glare and then of course I went straight to the house. Since it was 7 and everyone was outside all the lights were off, probably also because my grandma was sleeping in her room.
So, I went to the room and put up my moms thick silky sheet and I waited. I could somewhat make out the goodbyes from my room and that kept my scared child brain at rest. As I waited I looked at my hands. For some reason I had always been creeped out by hands. Looking at my hands I had started to feel scared and alone. I could no longer hear my parents voices. I thought that they were about to come towards the house. To reassure myself I called out “mama!” And I got no response. After that I wanted to go out to check but I was too scared to get out of my bed, and then suddenly I saw something move near the outside. That creeped me out bad but I thought it was nothing. Right then I felt a cold hand tickle my foot. It felt small and boney literally like how a dead persons’ would. I had gotten so scared that I wrapped myself inside of that thick blanket and used the bed as a barrier against me and whatever that thing was.
There was silence everywhere and that silence made me even more afraid. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next morning I woke up to my mother gently scratching my back. I was so relieved and then she told me about what had happened. Turns out my german shepherd outside had bitten my cousin on the leg and they had taken him to hospital while I was basically alone.
Our family sometimes talks about that house and how many things they had seen there, which leads me to believe that the house was really haunted.
Till this day I sleep with my feet inside my blanket cause of that ghostly hand.
Submitted to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too by Jermiah
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