As an author of horror I get asked what scares me. Do I get scared about what I am writing? I can tell you that I have be scared in my life by things I experienced and stories I have been told. I thought it would be fun to share some of those with you here.
I have very dear friend that lives about two hours away. Her home is not in a rural area as one might suspect from how this story will unfold.
Her house is in a suburb that was built in an older neighborhood of working-class houses. Every house on her block and all the other blocks around her seem to be made up of the same made to order two story house. The paint is truly the only thing separating them. Hers is yellow and green.
Did I mention there is a large, older graveyard that lays across the road from the community?
As a believer in the supernatural, aka ghosts, this would be the first thing I noticed the first time I visited. I can say I also felt it.
It was late one night and I was asleep on one of the two couches in the living room. My friends brother is asleep on the other. Honestly, we fell asleep watching movies.
It is 3am and we here a CRASH!! It honestly sounds like a crystal vase was dropped from a very high place. I expected to see glass shards everywhere on the ground.
The sound caused us to both bolt out of our slumber.
We looked all around and there was NOTHING there.
Although it took a while, we fell back asleep. Not an hour after, it happened again.
As it turned out, every time someone would sleep in the living room, you would hear this amazing noise.
To solve this problem we just didn’t sleep in the living room unless you wanted to woken up.
About a year later my friend called me. She had been downstairs watching TV when she heard the familiar crashing sound, but this time it was upstairs, from her seven-year-old’s room.
She ran upstairs and found that a glass that had been on her daughters desk had shattered in a circular pattern with the base still exactly where it had been resting. There was not a singular thing around the glass.
Her daughter remained asleep but there were little glass shards even on where her daughters face would be, if it hadn’t been under her blanket.
My friend cleaned it up and then used Sage throughout the entire house the next day. Along with only allowing plastic cups in her daughter’s room from now on.
Remember to keep your light on…