#some weiiiiiiird shit went on in the house

[wrote-my-own-deliverance]

My nana’s house was super haunted when I was growing up, and I pretty much refused to go in the basement when we visited because I would cry about the shadow people. Obviously, no one believed me. Here’s the ironic part: EVERYONE ON HER SIDE OF THE FAMILY HAS THE ABILITY TO SEE AND/OR FEEL GHOSTS. My mom thought I was lying to fit in. The house was just so fucking haunted that it was hard to feel their presence. Then my mom actually spent some time in the basement and went, “nope, kids right, basements fucking haunted.”

So yeah, my family tried gaslighting me into thinking I was normal.

That was the same house where I refused to sleep in the guest room unless our German Shepherd was on the bed with me because a pair of red eyes would watch me sleep and there were no fucking blinds.

as a kid i had one of those “there’s a monster under my bed” moments except real.

every night i would cry about a ghost or something trying to scare me by knocking on my bedroom windows and walls. like, really loudly, every hour or so, every night. only at night. so my dad was like “heh okay kiddo let’s check it out :) ah see? there’s nothing here :)” and left.

until years later he admitted to me that he did in fact hear the unexplainable knocking when he slept in that room one night, and it kept him awake with fear. and suddenly felt awful for not believing little kid me.