Closet Door Violently Thrown
#Sounds/Footsteps #Building/aa/Attic #Building/aa/Basement #Visual/Shadow #Visual/Objects/Thrown
When I was a teenager (in the 90s), I lived in a really old house with my parents. It was so old that it still had skeleton key locks on most of the doors. It was a strange house that had had some even stranger previous owners. The last of which had decided to remove both the tub and the door of the upstairs bathroom downstairs.
See, the house had a basement that had at some point in time been turned into a full separate "apartment". It had a kitchen sink, a full, large bathroom, two gigantic walk-in closets and even its own entrance/exit that lead out to some stairs that climbed up into the backyard.
The place was supposedly haunted according to the deed. An old man and an old woman (no relation, separate owners) had both died in the house. The man had died of natural causes downstairs in the back bedroom sometime in either the 60s or 70s. The woman had died upstairs, but we never found out how or when.
Either way I believed it because that basement was creepy to be alone in. And since the crazy lady who owned it previously had moved the only tub downstairs, we had to bathe down there. You constantly felt like you were being watched. I hated it.
One of those aforementioned closets, the first one which was located directly under the stairs and ran the length of the entire house. It was a long, narrow stone walled closet with wooden shelves running the length of it. We stored Christmas decorations and stuff in there. And as a kid it scared the hell out of me because I swore I always heard something moving around in there. But I'd open the old door, turn on the light by it's pull chain and peer in to see nothing of course.
Anyway, back to when I was a teen. It was Christmas Eve and I had been up with my mom helping her bake cookies. My dad and my younger brother were both already asleep. My mom and I were talking when watching A Christmas Story on repeat as it does so every Christmas on one of the channels.
We suddenly hear this loud crunching explosion followed by two thunderously loud thuds. It came from downstairs. This woke my dad up immediately who came out into the living room wide-eyed and clutching a baseball bat. We explained what had just happened and he decided to go downstairs to investigate and told us to grab the phone and be ready to dial the police. Me, being a macho teenager couldn't just let him go alone, so I tagged along behind him after he started to descend the basement steps.
We get down there and turn off the staircase to see the heavy oak door of the closet has been torn straight off its hinges and thrown across the hallway. It had collided with a brick support pillar that hid the water heater. The bricks and the stone walls down there were painted a dark shit brown for some reason, and we never changed it. The door was painted white. It had hit the pillar so hard that it left white paint on it and chipped off some of the brown paint from the brick. We could see one of top corners of the wood mangled and smashed in. The hinges were absolutely wrecked too. The metal was twisted and snapped.
No human could have done that. It was a heavy real oaken door. And it had been so violently flung open that it had torn straight through the metal hinges as if they were made of plastic. Then collided so forcefully with the brick pillar across the hallway that it chipped paint and destroyed that corner of the door that had made contact. Mind you this wasn't a narrow hallway either. It was a decently wide hallway, a good 8-10 feet wide.
There was nothing inside of the closet, but it was ransacked. The wooden shelves were torn down and the junk in there was thrown all around the room. Even the light cord was torn off, just leaving the small chain that flipped the switch.
We never did find out what had caused that mess. It never happened again either. To this day I can't explain it. Other weird stuff happened there during my stay there, which was into my early 20s. But this one was the weirdest and hardest to try to rationalize.
Well, I would often hear footsteps up in the attic when home alone, and the sound of something heavy like furniture being drug around up there. The attic itself was mysterious because it was on of the ollld kind where it's just a rectangular opening in the ceiling with a piece of wood over the opening. You needed a ladder to get up there. But we could never open it. We tried hard, even with tools like crowbars, etc. It would never budge.
I lived in the basement during the majority of my teenage years up until the episode I'm about to describe. Even though it was creepy down there, I had my own door in and out of the house. So I could sneak people in, or sneak out myself. So my friend and I cleaned it up, put down new carpet in the back bedroom and even painting the walls.
Even then with all my stuff down there, it was still creepy as hell, especially late at night. But one time said friend was over spending the night. He did this often as his home life wasn't great, so he practically lived there part time with me. He woke me up one night though from his pallet on the floor and said he thought someone was down there with us and looking in at the room from the outside hallway.
See, the bedroom down there had a folding door leading to the bathroom, but it was just open out into the long hallway that was shaped like an inverted L. The curve lead off into a smaller hallway that lead into the bedroom, and the body of the L was the hallway where the door had flown off the hinges that I mentioned above.
Sure enough though, I immediately felt was he was talking about. The unmistakable feeling of being watched, and when you looked out into the hallway you could kind of see the faint outline of something humanoid in shape. It looked like a person crouched down by the water old sink down there and looking around the edge of it into my bedroom. I'm not kidding. When we got the courage together to shine a flashlight out there, there was of course nothing. And then it was just gone.
That one creeped me out enough that I ended up moving all of my stuff back upstairs and just shared a room with my brother, lol.