Noises Upstairs
Filed Under (Paranormal) by Mysk on 08-08-2003
In this retelling we return to the haunted house of an old pal.
His house produced / experienced a large number of classical ghostly and haunted phenomenon.
Read on to learn of another classical manifestation - and how we as teens took to the experience.
As mentioned in a previous entry, one of my old friend’s houses had a number of strange occurrences. I’m referring to the same house in which the mist appeared near the front windows.
This is one of the shorter entries here, but to make it a bit longer I’ll first add a little detail.
It was the stereotypical “haunted house”. Crooked paintings, strange feelings, odd noises. “Phil”, who was mentioned in the “Chased Out of The Woods” story, always refused to sleep over. He said that the place made him uncomfortable - especially the stairs leading to the attic. My friend’s room had the stair and doors which lead to the attic and “Phil” flat out told us that it made him too uncomfortable to be in there late at night.
I can’t blame him. My friend and I, we never could leave that door open. The door, above the four or five stairs which lead to them, was on the wall at the foot end of the bed. His father always told us to keep the door open so that the heat could pass through, but that hall way leading into the attic felt absolutely just… wrong. We got talked to about it in the morning, but we never left that door open.
The attic itself wasn’t too bad during the day. It wasn’t the most attractive room with its several large holes in the plaster walls, but it did have a carpeted floor and a fair bit of room. There was also a window over looking the front yard which we would sometimes sit in front of. In all, I couldn’t say that we never had any strange feelings, but we didn’t become uncomfortable and have to leave the room.
The strange noises, though. They almost always came from upstairs.
Generally we would be watching TV and telling jokes, or just talking, although it didn’t seem to matter what we were doing. We would just start hearing thumping or other noises. If we weren’t the only ones there at the time we’d have sworn that some one was walking or stomping around.
These sounds became so frequent that we began to shout at whatever was making them. We’d tell it - or them - to be quiet. At times it would take a few shouts, but sometimes it actually worked! They, “it”, whatever, would settle down. Though not always for the rest of the night. At times it would ignore us, or would be especially loud, so my friend would actually go get the broom and bang on the ceiling with the handle. Often times we would yell, “Hey! Keep it down up there!”, or, “Hey! Could you keep it down? We’re trying to talk (or watch a movie)!”.
Looking back on the situation my mind tells me logically that it could have been mice. That would be a reasonable explanation except for two things.
One, it was awfully loud to be mice. That in itself doesn’t discount it, though I’ve never known mice to actually stomp around. Maybe I’ve just been lucky.
Second, his living room had two small simple chandeliers. One at each end of the room. Sometimes when the noises started up or got real bad one or both of those chandeliers would start swinging a bit as well.
We got after them and ask them to stop that, too. Generally, they - it, whatever - was kind enough to listen