Thanks to Regina for this story! To read Regina’s first story, please see A Medium’s Rite of Passage.
Most of the houses in Regina’s neighborhood in North Philadelphia were built during the early 19th century. It was rumored that some had been constructed over an old cemetery, so there was no surprise that the town had a reputation for hauntings. Regina was about eight when she started noticing strange things happening in her house.
The previous owner of Regina’s home was an alcoholic who died while living in the house. Sometimes, Regina would see a male apparition. One day, Regina came home and saw a man sleeping on the couch. At first glance, she thought the man was her father. Then she watched as the figure got up, walked through the closed door, and down the block before fading away.
The dining room was also known for strange activity. Sometimes in the middle of the night, disembodied voices could be heard among the tinkling of the chandelier as it swayed back and forth. The floor had a mysterious stain that couldn’t be removed. Regina’s parents constantly tried to cover the dark mark, but it always managed to come through whatever carpet that they laid over it.
The eeriness permeated the rest of the house’s atmosphere, but only Regina and her sisters seemed to notice. As a young child, Regina was afraid of going upstairs by herself, especially at night. There were two chips in the paint that looked like gaping eye sockets. Even with her back turned, she felt like they were watching her.
Her parents’ closet door would open on its own. Outside their bedroom was a perpetual cold spot about five feet in diameter. It didn’t matter what time of the year it was, the iciness was always there and light always left the hallway in shadow.
One Easter, there was a terrible fire next door that caused extensive smoke damage. Regina’s family decided to move a few months later. A suffocating, almost violent feeling hung in the air as they packed up their belongings. Regina’s father went to drop some things off at the new house. On his return trip, Regina decided to go with him. Her mother, Rachel, and brother, Janiero, stayed behind.
After Regina left, the temperature in the house continued to drop until it was so cold that her mother and brother’s teeth were chattering. Janiero had to use the bathroom. They heard a creaking noise coming from upstairs. Looking up, mother and son watched as Regina’s bedroom door slowly closed on its own.
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