Share your creepy experiences here! Most of my experiences come from one particular house that rooster and I lived in with some friends in college at the beginning of our relationship. A lot of things were general everyday weird happenings, but I’ll put the bigger stories under cuts to break it up a bit. -many mornings we would come downstairs and the back door (which rooster personally locked and checked every night) would be wide open. It had a deadbolt and a chain latch so it had to be opened from the inside. We mostly just all blamed each other for being drunk and going out and forgetting to relock it, but none of us ever actually used that door for anything. We didn’t have a backyard, it opened up onto our landlord’s business so it was just pavement, nowhere to sit and hang out and none of us were smokers. -in the main floor powder room was the door to the basement. It was a heavy old door with a skeleton key lock, and you always had to really jiggle the knob around to open it if you wanted to go to the basement for laundry, like it was seriously difficult. Our kitten would sit in front of the door, meow, and literally a second later it would click open and she would run downstairs. Even before we got our cat, most of us hated that bathroom, and I refused to look at the door in the mirror while I washed my hands. -in the basement was one room we had no access to, our landlord kept it locked and said it was just extra supplies for his shop. Every time our cat ran downstairs, she’d either park herself in front of that door, or the very back corner of the room, and refuse to move. Spoiler: Voices Around Christmas, our roommates went home and it was just rooster and I cleaning up before heading to my in-laws. I’m in the kitchen and he needs to run downstairs to grab laundry. After a minute or so, I can hear him talking to another man. I don’t think much of it, because in the basement there’s a door with outside access that our landlord has the key to, sometimes he would come in to clean something in the laundry tub or get supplies from the mystery room, so I assume it’s him. Then I look outside the kitchen window and see his shop is closed and his car isn’t there either. Weird, but still assuming it’s him somehow. Then, rooster is calling me so I go to the top of the basement stairs and ask him what’s up. No response. I call him once or twice more, but he doesn’t answer so I’m like whatever figure it isn’t important and go back to the kitchen. He comes up a minute later and is looking all around and asks where our roommate is. I’m like, not here? She went home yesterday. (our roommates were all from within the city so not crazy to expect them to drop back in for something). So he asks who I was talking to then, had someone been at the door? I tell him the only person I was talking to was him when he was calling for me. He says he never called for me, but he heard me talking and thought maybe I was on the phone, but then he heard another woman answering me so he assumed it was our female roommate. I ask him about talking to our landlord in the basement, and he’s super confused and says he was alone the whole time. Spoiler: The creepiest thing to ever happen One night our roommates went out drinking, and we decided to stay in and get take out and be lazy instead. It’s late and we decide to go to bed, and at the last minute, I decide to lock our bedroom door. Our one roommate had interrupted us more than once because when he was really drunk he’d come up totally black out to talk and then pass out on the couch, and our other roommate would open the door to toss the cat into our room if she was meowing and bugging him. It’s the middle of the night and I have to pee, so I sit up but for some reason I just felt really weirded out and didn’t make a move for the door. Suddenly, someone jiggles the handle. So I’m like, okay cool, roomies are home and the one is probably trying to toss the cat with us. Look over, cat is sitting on the chair and her ears are backed right up staring at the door. Door jiggles again, but harder. Normally, roommate wouldn’t push it that much or would call out to one of us. They go racing down the stairs. Then back up, and this time someone tries the doorknob so fucking hard the door is actually shaking, like this is almost violent how they’re trying to open it. Races back downstairs, races back up. Then it’s faster and faster, and honestly I don’t think it’s possible for any person to run stairs this quickly, plus we have a few flights and they have a few corners you’d have to pause slightly at. THEN it sounds like two or three people are doing this, some going down, some going up. Now the noise has got rooster up and he’s all WTF ARE THOSE ASSHOLES DOING. He throws back the blankets and just gets to the door when it goes dead quiet. Our window is open because it’s the middle of summer, and you can hear our roommate’s voices from outside coming down the street; they’re drunk and loud and definitely not in the house. You can hear them unlock the front door and come inside, and they pound upstairs because one roommate is pissed off about something. Rooster tells them someone was in the house, so they all go search room by room, but all doors and windows are locked and no one’s there. Literally to this day, all I can think about is what would’ve happened if I hadn’t locked the bedroom door.