Ok so this happened to my friends a while ago, and its completely true. Like no joke i've been to his house for a sleepover party and his house creepy me out. But i'll tell you both stories since i've brought them both up.
The bathroom
Friends= J <-- he lives in the house. M <-- He went for a sleepover.
So J and M got together and planned a sleepover on friday night, not too long ago. They planned on staying up all night and watching movies while eatting chips. J said his parents wouldn't be home, but that his brother (C) would be home for a while, most likely going to a friends house later on that evening. They planned that they would go to another friends house to check up on him, and stay there for a while, just to get out of the house.
On friday night M walked up to J's house and knocked on the door. J answered it and helped M with his luggage. He dragged it upstairs and trew it on his bed with a satisfying thud. He walked back downstairs and asked M what they would be doing first. M answered with "I really have to take a pee (Not his exact words but anyhow)." Seeing how this was M's first time here he didn't know where the bathrooms are.
"Downstairs on the left." J said automatically, he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a snack, while M was using the toilet.
M walked quickly down the stairs and rounded into the bathroom. He shut the door and pulled his pants down to take a 'pee'. After he was done he pulled his pants back up and zippered them shut. He turned on the water and washed his hands. He dried them off and went to open the door, before he noticed something in the mirror. He turned his head and looked straight at the mirror hanging beside him on the wall, and staring straight back at him was a woman. Dead, with flesh hanging off her face, eyes buldging with nothing to help keep them in. He screamed and ran out of the bathroom, he sprinted up the stairs and into the kitchen where J was standing eatting an apple.
M tried to explain to J what happened and J believed him, knowing that worse things have happened. He said "It prolly (Probably) won't happen again." M thought he would fell relieved that he shold be able to use the bathroom in peace, but J's laid back pose and flat voice gave him no such reasurance. He grabbed an apple too and stared at the stairs waiting for something to pop up and scare the living daylights out of J and him. But nothing happened.
J led M upstairs and into J's room. J flopped down on his bed and looked at M who was standing at the door staring down the hallway at the stairs that led to the middle section of the house. "Come on dude," Said J throwing a ball at the wall and catching it when it ricocheted off the wall, "It won't happen again. Enjoy yourself we can do anything." He caught the ball and turned to look at M who was now looking back at him. In a horror movie you might see the ghost or
spirit behind the victim, or victims friend. But there was nothing behind either of them. Then what made J's eyes go wide?
His brother walked down the hall and stopped at J's door. "Hey squirt. And Squirt's friend. I'm leaving soon to go to a party, so your home alone tonight." For some reason this made M gulp, two stones stuck lodged in his throat. He didn't want to be here, but he wasn't about to leave.
Part two.
Later that night M and J were watching a movie downstairs and M had to again go to the bathroom, and believing J that it wouldn't happen again he used the downstairs bathroom where he should be safe. He finished up and washed his hands looking up at the mirror he sighed, no faces. But when he tried to open the door it wouldn't open. He began pounding on the door, J hear him and came to open it for him, but J had no such luck. By this time C (The brother) was gone off to his party and J's parents weren't home.
The lights in the bathroom went out, leaving M in a dark room with a door that wouldn't open. Now what do you think is worse the lights off with a ghost or the light flickering on and off with a ghost. Well unlucky M got to see both sides and now knows the answer. The lights began to flicker on and off, and M looked at the mirror, He screamed seeing the woman. And she took steps closer and closer. Soon she was standing directly infront of the mirror, on the opposite side of reality, staring at M. His screaming frightened the wonam who began screaming back at him, he eyes buldged out more seeming like they would fall out at any second.
The door finally came open and M went screaming out and threw himself onto the couch. Both J and M could hear the woman screaming in the bathroom and the screams progressed throughout the night. Neither of the boys got anysleep, and when C got home the next day he walked up to congradulate them on being able to stay up the entire night, M's parents pulled in the driveway. He quickly packed his things said his thank you's and goodbye's and ran out the door.
But him and J are friends still now, and M goes to his house often. Knowing not to use the downstairs bathroom ever again.
Few. Gah that took a while to write.
Party?
Same house different story.
Characters:
I - Me. Victim. Female.
J - Owner. Victim. Male.
M - Friend from other story. Victim. Male.
C - Brother. Co-host. Leaves for a different party half-way through the original one. Non-Victim. Male.
Course I'm was the only female, well the only female that wasn't afraid to come.
One night on summer break M, C, J, and I decided they would have a birthday party for J. They invited a couple boys and a couple girls. The boys happened to be gone, and the girls were to afraid to go.
"They'll just miss out on all the fun." I said smiling.
Chickens. Their just showing that mens point of view on women is true. That were all chickens. But I'm not. So lets have some fun with this. I'm not easily scared, for when I lived in my original house it was also haunted, so I know how to 'talk' to the dead, in a way they'll understand.
They party got some good progress for a couple hours but then we stared to get bored. So we began telling ghost storied, and scary stories, (Two completely different things). Bad idea. At midnight I was feeling bladder heavy, so i Went into the downstairs bathroom, J and M trailed behind, they didn't go into the bathroom with me, but they stayed outside the door to see my reaction.
So I use the toilet, and stand up. I pull my shorts up, and walk over to the sink, I wash my hands with some soap and rinse them off i dry them on a towel and stare at the mirror. I turn away and look back. "Wow I need a face lift." I said jokingly looking at the woman staring back at me in the mirror. (I don't do that S**t like get face lifts and plastic surgery. Eug. Discusting) She roared, obviously angry. "So now you going to listen to me?" I placed my hand on the door knob. "Locked." I said before turning it, and, oh look, it was locked. "Your transparent." I unlocked the door, something a afraid M didn't think of, and opened the door. I saw J and M standing outside, before the door slammed shut. I rubbed my eye and opened it again, slipping through before it slammed again. I looked back and forth from J and M their eyes opened wide. "Scary." I said flatly.
I walked up stairs and grabbed an pear before walking outside, where we had lights set up and chips out. I ate it and waited for J and M to come out. They tried sneaking up behind me, but they were so loud that I knew where they were standing. I spun around and shouted "BOO!" They jumped back and I laughed.
"How did you do it?" They asked gesturing back to the house. I guessed they meant the Ghost not how I got a pear from the fridge.
"Well I've dealt with them before. Their soul purpose is to scare you, to make you
want to leave. They want the house for themselves. Prolly died there or something. Might want to look it up, get some info in her. Something to use agianst her." I took a bite out of my pear and looked at the house, and returning back to them. "Easy."
Part two.
(Pretty short its just the morning where I leave.)
The sun cam op over the tips of the trees and reflected off the morning dew. Ha lol. Non it was raining when I woke up. Good grief, it was horizontal. Soon after we ate brekie (breakfast), my mom showed up at the house. I packed my things said a quick goodbye and left with her to Wall*Mart.
The End.
