❤ 25 Spooky Stories that are going to give you chills

9. Children emerged from the closet

“I have a few stories that happened over the course of my life but nothing freaked me out more then my younger brother one night when we were kids.

I lived in an older house, built in the early 80s and there were some weird things that would happen. Objects in places we didn’t leave them, voices, lights, nothing particularly creepy though. Except after this.

I have 2 brothers and we are all exactly 2 years apart. When I was young, roughly 9, my brothers about 7 and 5 shared a room. Across the hall was my room. Our doorways looked at each other. I awoke late into the night/early morning as it was still dark to a methodic click sound. I could see my brothers light turning on. Off. On. Off. Periodically and in succession. I wandered into the doorway and watched as my brother B sat in the top bunk, a look of horror on his drained looking face with his little arm reached down clicking the light switch.

I don’t know how long I stood there but soon my mother was at my back, watching for a moment before scolding my brother for being up so late and playing with the light. He turned, dead eyed, to my mother and I and stared coldly for a few moments. In the most monotone voice I’ve ever heard from a 7 year old he told my mom ‘They can only move in the dark. They keep getting closer. When I turn the light off, they can almost touch me now. Goodbye.’ My mom freaked, took all 3 of us to her room, shut and locked the door and we slept with the light on.

The next morning I asked my brother what he saw. He again got a very dark look about him before explaining to me that children kept coming out of his closet. Except they were darker than the darkest shadow except for white lines that surrounded the outline of their forms. They had empty white eyes. Every time the light was off they inched closer. When the light was on, they vanished. When the light turned back off more descended from the closet and made their way to his bed, climbing up the bunk bed and reaching for him, but leaving the youngest alone and asleep. It freaked me out. But from here it only got worse.

This became a nightly occurrence and both my brothers soon began asking for a chained lock on the closet door. My mother obliged so they could finally get some sleep. I started staying with them at night to help them sleep. The night the lock was placed on the door, we fell asleep with relaxed fears.

Until the door violently slammed open as far as the chain would allow and I swear to God all three of us saw small black hands clawing through the gap. This became almost nightly. It quickly evolved into whispering comming from the door of the closet. Coos and coaxes to near the door. Desperate pleads to “just let us out”. My mom thought we had overactive and gruesome imaginations. Maybe she was right. This continued for almost a year and as suddenly as it began it just stopped on the year mark. No sounds no traces. No nothing.

We carried on with life, other strange things occurred from time to time. Some scary some odd. We grew older. We stayed in that house for 13 years. We moved and I moved out of my mom’s house. I got my own place and by some stroke of absent mindedness moved into the house directly beside my childhood home. By now I had forgotten about all the strange things of my childhood and didn’t remember them until I was walking my dog one night close to 3am.

You see I work until midnight. So I’m up all night. My brothers childhood bedroom window faces the backyard of my current home. I looked up as my dog started staring in that direction to find the light going on and off. Methodically. Very slowly. I found it strange. It became a nightly occurrence on my walk to look up and see the light. I remembered The children from The closet. The strangest part for me, is the family that moved into my old home is a single mother of 3 boys. Just like my family. And just like my family, the children were fairly close to the ages of 9, 7, and 5 give or take a year or two.

After doing some research I found that that particular house was built in 1980 or 1981, it held a nice young family until 1987 when an electrical fire broke out. The family was a father who worked in the mines and was often away, a stay At home mom, and her 3 boys, roughly 8, 6, and 4. When the fire broke out The boys became trapped in the bedroom my brothers slept in. The boys of the original family died of smoke inhalation. Only 2 of the 3 bodies were recovered. The mother made it out of alive and later took her own life. The house laid in ruin for 2 years and was rebuilt in 1989-1990. In that time several strange deaths occurred. A husband and wife moved in with an infant daughter who died of sids 5 months after moving in. In 1991 a single man moved in and hung himself in the basement. In 1993 or 1994 a large family of 6 containing a mother, father, 3 boys and a daughter moved in. The daughter slit her wrists in the bathtub and died of blood loss. A year later the oldest son shot himself in the basement. The house remained empty until 1997 when a widow and her daughter moved in. No incidents were recorded and the family moved out in 1999, the year my brother was born. Families were in and out without incident until 2004 when my family moved in. We moved out in 2012.”  ~