Horror Stories - 3 TRUE Scary New House Horror Stories Straight From Real Homeowners

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Starting point is 00:01:27 Story 1 in 2013, when I was around 17 years old. My family went to visit a house we were considering buying. The owner showed up to chat with my parents. He seemed like a friendly older man and mentioned that he had built the house himself. I stayed a bit off to the side watching while everyone talked. As the owner chatted and laughed with my parents, there was a moment when the conversation paused briefly. That's when out of nowhere he turned toward me, and his entire expression changed.

Starting point is 00:01:59 His cheerful face twisted into something dark and hateful, one of the most disturbing looks I've ever seen. I don't think he realized I was watching him. He probably thought I was distracted on my phone since my head was down, but in truth I was keeping a close eye on him. As soon as he looked back at my parents, his smile returned as if nothing had happened. It gave me chills, and I felt a knot form in my stomach. Later, I told my mom what I had witnessed. She agreed it was odd, but suggested maybe he was just socially awkward or something along those lines.

Starting point is 00:02:34 She didn't seem too worried. Despite that moment, we ended up buying the house. since it was a great deal and seemed like a nice place to live. After we moved in, everything seemed normal during the first few days. However, the following weekend, my family decided to attend church. I didn't feel like going, so I told them I'd rather stay home. They didn't mind and left me alone. At the time, it didn't feel like anything out of the ordinary.

Starting point is 00:03:00 It was Sunday morning around 11 a.m. when I heard loud banging sounds coming from outside. The noise was steady and seemed to be coming from one. side of the house. I was upstairs on the opposite side, so I couldn't see exactly where it was coming from. Honestly, I assumed it might be the wind since it was a stormy day. I didn't think much of it and ignored it. After about five minutes, the banging stopped, but around ten minutes later I started hearing footsteps downstairs. It sounded like someone was walking through the house. I heard chairs being dragged, kitchen cabinets opening, and even the fridge door being opened. Carefully in trying not to make a sound, I locked my bedroom door.

Starting point is 00:03:42 My heart was pounding out of my chest. I grabbed the baseball bat I kept in a corner of the room and immediately called 911. My hands were shaking as I gave them the address and explained what was happening. While I was on the phone with the operator, I sent a quick message to my mom. I was trying to stay calm, but that's when I began to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. The house was narrow and you could hear clearly where someone was walking. At that moment my mom replied saying she was on her way. She was about 30 minutes away.

Starting point is 00:04:15 So there I was, a 17-year-old girl, barely 5 feet 2 inches, and weighing less than 100 pounds locked in my room. I knew that if this person got in, they could easily overpower me and take the bat. I was terrified, barely able to think straight. I heard the person walking down the hallway approaching my door. I saw the doorknob turn. They stopped when they realized the door was locked. Then they just stood there motionless. I could hear their breathing on the other side.

Starting point is 00:04:47 Those ten seconds were the longest of my life. Then I heard them turn and walk back down the hall. A few minutes later, the back door opened and closed. About three minutes after that, the police arrived. The 911 operator asked if I could open the door or if they needed to force entry. Since I was sure the person had left, I went downstairs to let them in. They searched the entire house but didn't find anyone.

Starting point is 00:05:13 There were no signs of forced entry. Nothing. It was as if the person had vanished into thin air. When my mom arrived, the first thing she did was ask my stepdad if he had changed the locks. He said no. The most terrifying part and what really confirmed my story was what we found in the hallway. My mom had vacuumed that area earlier that morning, so it was spotless. But now there were footprints, large ones, bigger than any of our families.

Starting point is 00:05:43 The police hadn't gone upstairs, so the prints couldn't have been theirs. And the creepiest part, the footprints stopped right in front of my bedroom door. The next day we changed all the locks and added more security measures. But I never felt completely safe in that house again. Even now, just thinking about it gives me goosebumps, remembering how close I was to that person, or whatever it was, standing just on the other side of my door. Story two. My wife and I bought a house in a rural area of Missouri, built in 1997. The original owner passed away in 2022 after a serious illness.

Starting point is 00:06:26 While he was sick, he didn't use the master bedroom but instead stayed in a smaller one. His wife continued living there for many years after he passed. She didn't want to sell the house, but she was forced to because she could no longer afford the mortgage. When we began moving in, we decided to stay at a hotel about 20 miles away. The property used to be a horse ranch and is located deep in the countryside. One day I turned on a hallway light and lifted on all day a night. However, I found that it had turned off three times, all in the same day. That hallway is pretty dark and is right next to the bedroom and bathroom where the man stayed while he was sick.

Starting point is 00:07:05 My wife and I were busy moving, constantly going back and forth between Walmart, the hotel, and running out to get food. It was a non-stop routine. We were exhausted. Eventually, when I returned to the house, I noticed the hallway light had turned off again. I casually asked my wife if she had turned it off. She looked at me confused and said, no. Why would she do that? Frustrated, I told her it must have been her. But when I checked the light switch, I realized it was working perfectly, clicking firmly on and off.

Starting point is 00:07:38 That same day, I was the first to enter the house. My wife was in the barn about 200 feet away. We had left our dogs in the laundry room overnight, and this was the first time we were back at the house that day. I stepped out to the backyard through the sliding door and opened the exterior laundry room door to let the dog. out. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I tried to turn the doorknob. It doesn't have a lock, but I couldn't move it. It wouldn't budge at all. So I went back outside into the backyard and entered through the sliding door. From inside the house, I tried to open the laundry room door again, and it opened without a problem. The door and hardware were in

Starting point is 00:08:20 perfect condition, almost like new. Maybe it doesn't mean anything, but the situation felt very strange to me. I decided to leave the hallway light on again. That night we went out for dinner, and when we came back, the light was still on. That night we left the pugs in the laundry room and went back to the hotel. When we returned the next day, we discovered that the pugs had gotten out of the room and had chewed on several things. We have an ADT alarm system with motion sensors inside the house, but it didn't go off. The dogs were all over the house. We're truck drivers, so we're usually gone for one or two weeks at a time. At our old house, a lady used to take care of the animals.

Starting point is 00:09:02 But here's something we can't figure out. How could a small dog reach up and pull down the handle of the door? It's not a knob. It's a handle that you have to push down to open the door inward. The dogs aren't tall enough to reach that handle. So how did they manage to get out three times? If the door pushed outward, it might make sense that a dog jumping up could open it. But in this case, the door has to be pulled toward you after pushing the handle down in order to open.

Starting point is 00:09:30 And the weirdest part, each time we came back, the door was closed. If someone pushes the handle quickly, the door opens inward on its own. But for it to close by itself is practically impossible because it only moves in that one direction, inward. Someone would have to close it from the inside. My dogs aren't smart enough to close a door. If they were, they would have gotten stuck. like the times we locked them in. If that already sounds strange, what happened next was even more unsettling.

Starting point is 00:10:00 On the fourth night, I was about to open the door to the bedroom where the sick owner had stayed before being moved into hospice care. When I pushed down on the handle, it wouldn't move. Not only was it stuck, but the door didn't give at all. Before, that door always had a little give. This time it felt like something or someone on the other side was pushing back with full force to stop me from opening it. The handle wouldn't move. It does have a lock, so I kept trying, pushing, and suddenly it gave way, as if someone had just let go of

Starting point is 00:10:33 the pressure from the other side. I was so scared I nearly ran out to the truck where my wife was waiting. The creepiest part was that when the handle finally gave, it made no sound. Nothing. Not a single click. It chilled me to the bone. I felt a kind of fear I can't even describe. We're not living in the house right now because it flooded a few weeks ago. We're back in California waiting to see if repairs will be made. Since we've been back in California, the alarm has gone off several times. The last time was just a few days ago. ADT reported that the front door had opened and that there was movement in the living room. But when the officer arrived, he said everything was in order. This has now happened twice. It's been quiet since. But we're not sure if we even want to go back there, even after the repairs. As believers, we don't know what to do. We tried blessing the house, but several of these strange events happened even after we left. Evil exists. That much I know. But I don't want it in my home. This isn't a joke. God forbid, but if that alarm ever goes off again in the middle of the night, I don't know how I'll react.

Starting point is 00:11:46 A lot of people watch those ghost hunter shows and don't take them seriously. But I do. I don't think I could stay in that house alone. So far, nothing has bothered my wife, but I told her that if we ever live there again, I'm going to cover the house and crosses. The former owner's wife lied about the property just to sell it, and it upset me so much that I ended up destroying an object they had left behind, something that had been dedicated to a deceased relative.

Starting point is 00:12:14 The house was also delivered full of trash. I've tried to repair the item I broke, but I haven't been able to find the missing pieces. After everything that's happened. Story 3. A few years ago, a few months after finishing high school, my mom, my brother and I moved from downstate to upstate New York. We ended up living in a neighborhood mostly inhabited by older people. The house we moved into had belonged to an elderly couple, but they hadn't passed away. They had simply moved out.

Starting point is 00:12:52 During the first year of living there, nothing particularly strange happened, except for one odd thing. On several occasions, I heard footsteps in my mom's bedroom upstairs while I was alone in the basement. I was always the only one home when it happened, so it was very strange. I tried to convince myself it was just normal house noises, but deep down, I knew it wasn't. That same year on Thanksgiving morning, I was in charge of loading all the food we'd prepared into the car, which was parked in the driveway. It was cold, so I was hurrying to make sure everything fit without ruining the pies or casseroles. As I carefully placed the last pie into the car, I suddenly heard an older woman's voice behind me say, in a playful tone. You'd better be

Starting point is 00:13:36 careful with that. I clearly remember rolling my eyes because it sounded like a typical nosy neighbor comment. I was facing the house, so I smiled politely and turned around to say hello. but when I turned no one was there. I looked up and down the street thinking maybe an older lady had been walking by and just kept going, but I didn't see anyone. For a moment I thought I might have imagined it, but it felt too real to be just in my head. I figured maybe my brother was messing with me, trying to mimic an old woman's voice. I searched around the porch and garage to find him, but he wasn't anywhere.

Starting point is 00:14:14 Just then my mom came out of the house, and I asked her if it was, had been her who told me to be careful. She said no and looked genuinely confused. I think that was the day I started to consider the possibility that ghosts, or something like them, might be real. A month later, during winter break, I was at home, curled up in bed. Everything was completely silent, until I started to hear soft crying coming from somewhere nearby. It was muffled, so I thought maybe it was my mom. I was about to get up to check on her when I got a text message from her that said, Are you okay? I replied yes and asked why.

Starting point is 00:14:54 She told me she'd heard someone crying and thought it was me. I told her I thought it was her, or the dog. But she assured me the dog was fast asleep at the foot of her bed. We both tried to convince ourselves that maybe it was the wind, or a coyote. But deep down I knew that crying sounded too human and way too sad. to be any of those things. One day I asked my mom what she thought about everything, the footsteps, the old woman's voice, the crying. She said maybe it was grandma. My grandmother, her mom, had passed away about six months after we moved into the house. I asked her why she thought

Starting point is 00:15:33 it might be her. She explained that sometimes she hears knocking on her bedroom door and thinks it's me or my brother, but then remembers we're both away at college. I didn't tell my mom this, but I don't think it's grandma. She never came to visit this house. She got sick the day we moved in and never got the chance. And besides, the voice I heard on Thanksgiving didn't sound like hers. My grandmother had a gentle, sweet voice. This one was rough and unpleasant.

Starting point is 00:16:02 When I was about 12 years old living in Kansas, something really disturbing happened. Something I'll never forget. I was in my room sitting on the floor playing Halo on my old Xbox. My parents had gone out to run errands and my older sister was at work, so I was home alone. Well, not completely alone. I had our two dogs with me. One was a small terrier and the other a bichon frieze. They weren't guard dogs, but they were good at alerting me if something weird was happening. I had been left home alone before, so it wasn't new for me. We lived in a pretty

Starting point is 00:16:36 quiet neighborhood where nothing much happened, except for one time when someone spray-painted KKK messages on the playground equipment at the nearby park. That afternoon I was fully focused on my game in total gamer mode. I had a bag of Doritos in one hand and the controller in the other. That's when I heard it. The clear, unmistakable sound of the front door opening and then closing, as if someone had walked into the house. My room faced the backyard so I couldn't see who was at the front door.

Starting point is 00:17:08 As soon as I heard the noise, my dogs jumped up and ran to the living room. I figured my parents had come back early. Maybe they finished errands quicker than expected. But something felt off. To be sure, I yelled out, Mom, Dad, is that you? My voice echoed through the house, but no one answered, and that started to make me nervous. I've always been a little paranoid, probably because weird stuff tends to happen to me. But what really unsettled me was that my dogs didn't bark, which they always did when someone came in.

Starting point is 00:17:40 I paused the game and got up to check. I walked into the living room, and no one was there. That's when the uneasiness really hit me. A chill ran down my spine. I was convinced someone had entered. I wasn't wearing headphones, the TV volume was low, and I only had background music playing at a soft volume. I knew it wasn't a game sound.

Starting point is 00:18:04 Once I was sure something was wrong, I went straight to my parents' closet and grabbed the baseball bat. In the Midwest, that's what you do when you think there might be trouble. You prepare to defend yourself. I went back to the living room with the bat in my hands, holding it like I knew what I was doing. I tried calling my dad first. No answer. Then I called my mom.

Starting point is 00:18:27 Still nothing. Feeling more panicked, I called two of my best friends, but neither of them picked up. My 12-year-old mind started imagining the worst. What if something terrible had happened to everyone? For the first time in my life, I decided to call 911. The operator tried to calm me down and told me police were on the way. But staying calm was hard. There was a hallway near the front door, and I couldn't get the thought out of my head that someone was hiding there, waiting to scare me or worse.

Starting point is 00:18:58 My dogs were right next to me, both staring down the hallway too, and that only made me more scared. If they were acting like something was wrong, then it wasn't just in my head. I stood frozen, unable to move, staring in that direction. What felt like ours was probably just a few minutes. The operator kept talking to me, trying to keep me calm, and suddenly the front door opened. It was my parents. My dad looked at me and asked what the hell I was doing. I told them everything quickly.

Starting point is 00:19:29 He didn't waste time. He grabbed his gun from the front room, and we started going through the house. I always thought it would be fun to clear rooms like a SWAT team. But I was so scared that every time we opened a door, I felt like my heart was going to explode. We didn't find anything. Not long after the police arrived, they told us they'd received multiple reports over the past few weeks of people waiting for homeowners to leave, checking if the door was unlocked and going into steel things. According to them, whoever it was probably left when they realized someone was home.

Starting point is 00:20:04 But that didn't make sense to me, because I only heard the door open and close once.

Horror Stories - 3 TRUE Scary New House Horror Stories Straight From Real Homeowners

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