Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark: Bonnie’s Tale
We've all experienced some strange occurrences... something that left us feeling scared, creeped out, or otherwise just uncomfortable. Bonnie from Evansville shared her story with us...
Last week, inspired by something I had seen online, I shared my very own scary story, and then I asked you to share your stories. Bonnie was one of the first to send in her scary story, and I would like to share it with you.
Back in the eighties, I was dating a guy who lived with his parents in an upstairs converted attic bedroom. It was an older two story home off Fulton Avenue. You walked through a door in the kitchen, up a short set of stairs that opened up to the bedroom on the left. At the top of the stairs on the right was another door which lead to the unfinished attic side. We liked to sit upstairs on his bed and watch television in the dark; mainly because the only light in the room was overhead and controlled by a wall switch.
One evening while he was in the kitchen downstairs, I sat on the bed as usual but I suddenly began feeling “uncomfortable” in the room. I can’t really find the words to express the feeling exactly, other than a sudden awareness of the air around me feeling different. Then the bed sagged next to my leg. SOMETHING sat down! I physically and emotionally felt the presence of something on the bed. I became completely frozen with fear and thought “it’s going to touch me”. I actually lowered my eyes to the space in front of my face where I could sense it coming towards me and where I expected to see a hand, but there was nothing there. Then I heard the downstairs door open and it broke the spell long enough for me to jump off the other side of the bed and run down the stairs completely fearful of that something grabbing me from behind!
That is when he and his family decided to tell me of the strange goings on in the home over the years they had lived there along with a tale about an old woman committing suicide in the house before they bought it. Apparently, “she” was known to throw items as large as free-weights around the attic, make loud banging noises, and moan like a banshee in the winter. Neighbors still liked to talk about how they stood in the street the time the house caught fire and watched “her” open and close the upstairs windows over and over.
Needless to say, I never climbed those stairs again!
OMG! I have goosebumps! See? I knew I wasn't the only one with a scary story to tell! Now, it's your turn. Use the form below to submit your scary story, and I'll share them here online.