The House my grandparents lived In
It was a very creepy house
My grandparents lived in a two-bedroom house. With a basement in Denver Colorado. They had lived there as long as I can remember.
After I graduated from High School I left Japan a year and a half before the rest of the family. I ended up living in my grandparent’s basement.
I had a job and a steady supply of weed. So everything was good. As long as I wasn’t in the house alone.
My grandparents would go out at night on occasion. To church functions or other things. I would be in the house alone. I would be in the basement reading or watching television or enjoying my high.
I would be lying on the bed. I would hear footsteps. Clomp clomp clomp. Then I would hear what sounded like something being dragged across the floor.
Like an Idiot. I would run upstairs with my heart racing to find no one there. I would go back downstairs creeped out. But that wasn’t the scariest thing.
My grandfather was a sick man. He suffered many heart attacks and strokes. This was in the late seventies and early eighties. CB Radios were still a thing.
They were concerned about something happening to my grandfather. If the phone lines were down because of a storm.
So they bought a CB Base radio.
It was sitting by the bed. I was alone one night and bored. I sat on the bed to play with the radio.
Seconds after I sat down. The bed creaked as something sat down next to me.
There was no one there. But I could see the imprint of butt cheeks on the bed next to me. I damned near had a heart attack.
I jumped up and turned off the radio and ran downstairs. I lied on the bed listening to the footsteps and the furniture as it was dragged across the floor.
Many years later. My uncle was living with me. He told me some of the History of that house.
Years before my grandparents lived there. A young man murdered his family in that house. I don’t know if my grandparents knew that before they bought the house or after they bought it.
All I know is that it was a damned creepy house. I have never believed in ghosts. I believe that there is a Heaven and a Hell and we go to one or the other.
But I have no explanation for what I experienced in that house.
