It happened 10+ years ago. I’m a night owl and it was about 3am and I was watching TV. I was feeling tired and I wanted to go to bed. I went downstairs to go to the bathroom, and while passing through the hallway, I heard a woman whimpering in our spare bedroom. I paused for a moment, and put my ear up to a basketball-sized hole in the adjoining wall. The whimpering was definitely coming from in there. I didn’t think much about it, because my parents were frequently arguing and in the process of divorcing. I assumed my parents probably got into an argument that night, and my mother probably decided to spend the night in the spare bedroom just so she wouldn’t have to be in the same room with my father.
I continued to the bathroom and heard the whimpering the whole time I was in there. I went back out into the hallway, paused to listen again, and then went upstairs to bed. The following day, I asked my mother who spent the night in the spare bedroom. She said no one. I told her I heard someone crying from that room last night at 3AM. She said it wasn’t either one of them. That’s when the chills went up my spine, because I realized I put my head up the the hole in the wall, and that whoever or whatever it was, could’ve grabbed me.
My mother then told me that our house was built about 10 years after the civil war ended, and that several of my family members have died in the house in the early 1900’s. And back then, they used to hold the viewing in the home of the deceased. I’ve never forgotten what my mother told me that day, and every time I passed by the spare bedroom, I kind of cringed a little.
A few years had passed, my parents were finally divorced, and the house was left to me and my brothers. Again, it was late at night and I wanted to go to bed, but had to go to the bathroom. I went downstairs to the bathroom, and while inside, I started hearing the same whimpering I heard a few years ago. I was completely petrified with fear. I didn’t know what to do. I was terrified to go back out into the hallway and pass by that room, which was now a storage room.
I spent about 2 hours trapped in the bathroom before I built up enough courage to venture out into the hallway. I opened the door and ran as fast as I could. The whole time I felt like something was right behind me. I ran into my room and bolted the door shut. Filled with fear, it took me about 10 minutes to calm down. Afterwards, I slowly opened my bedroom door and listened. I was still able to hear the whimpering.
To this day, I have no idea who or what that was. I’m not sure I want to know. There’s been a lot of hostility, hatred, and sorrow in that house, and I believe that a house can absorb emotions from its occupants, and occasionally play it back like a recorder. Our house used to be blessed once per year by our local church. But the stopped in the early 1990’s. Since then, there’s been a lot of strange occurrences in that house, witnessed by all that have lived there. I no longer live there, but my brother still does. And to this day, he still tells me about the weird things that still happen there.
From Bob M.