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Some Kind Of A Door Was Opened That Night


I moved a lot as a child, and have therefore lived in many different houses. Yet there is only one of these places that I have called 'home', where it was confirmed to me that such things as ghosts truly do exist.

My home is located in a small town in Norway named Heidal, a valley whose name directly translated into English becomes ' Godfirevalley'. Our small town has a lot of history, and quite a few old lumber houses connected to it. It's more or less like living in a museum.

In a house next to mine, on the very same land (which used to be a farm) is where my grandparents live. In my house there lived only me, my brother and my father. The last mentioned has lived there his entire life, in that same old house, and so has my grandparents.

When growing up, both of my parents as well as my grandparents always spoke openly about death. Us kids learned what dying meant from an early age. Way of life.

In a way the matter of ghosts were the same, of how the adults didn't sugar it up for us kids. It was a topic of conversation quite often, as things would keep happening every now and then. Sightings, things disappearing, voices and so forth.

Yet us kids never experienced this ourselves. We only heard what the grown-ups said. My grandmother lived in a house far more haunted than this one, when she was young, and from it she brought a few rules.

One day she told me the first rule, which I've come to live by ever since " when something scares you, always try to find a logical reason for it. A natural reason. Your imagination can be even scarier if you don't stop to question it when you're frightened. Maybe the little whisper by the window is simply the wind against the glass. "

So for the few blissful years to come where I had still not come to experience anything ghostly, but had moments where I thought I did, I would always remember that rule, and I would always go investigate to find an explanation, which I always did. Granted, if whatever it was that scared me, was too scary, I would simply go away.

But then the moment came, where that rule, who now came naturally to me before I even bothered to check whatever it was any further, was truly put to the test.

I was thirteen, and my brother had gone on a sleepover at his friends house. My father wanted to visit a friend, and after a long hour of thinking it over, he finally agreed to let me stay home, alone. The red lights at the back of his car disappeared into the dark as he drove off, and I was finally alone at home.

Personally I thought it was long overdue. I could take care of my self.

The best thing about being alone, was that I could watch whatever I wanted on tv, and stay up as late as I desired. At Least until father came home.

To explain the layout of my living room, imagine a very small hallway, and on the right of it a doorway, curved at the top, leading into the livingroom. On the left, right next to the doorway, was our oven, and on the far left of the room were three large windows. This was on the second floor.

The most important detail of this, was that on the right was a smaller portion of the livingroom where our sofa fit perfectly, and the only light in the entire livingroom, was a lamp mounted on the wall, right above my head. As it was dark outside, but darker inside, there seemed to be somewhat of a dark, blue'ish light coming in through the windows, from outside.

I was sitting there, watching Animal Planet, a show about meerkats, or suricats. The house was quiet, the doors were locked, and I was alone. I wasn't uneasy or any form of frightened, at best I had the time of my life.

Then he showed up. In the corner of my eye, I could tell that the dark, blue'ish light coming in from outside, in the middle window, was somehow blocked. Something was infront of the window.

I had yet not turned my head to look properly, because my grandmothers rule came to mind the second I noticed, and I quickly came to the conclution that the thing was merely the shadow of a jacket from the hallway. And so I continued to keep my eyes on the tv.

But yet another few seconds pass by, the shadow is still there, and I have time to think it over a little better. A shadow is not a mass thick enough to block light like that, and the curtain would've been visible.

Then there was the fact that the ceilinglight in the hallway was in the middle of the ceiling, to it's right a wall where the jackets were hung, to it's right was the doorway leading into the livingroom.

A shadow couldn't possibly stretch down from a wall with the light onto it, creep along the floor, around a corner, then stand up in mid-air an block all light. That's when I turned my eyes to take a proper look at what it was, this...thing.

It was a large shadow, yet not a shadow. It had no face, no color, just black so thick you couldn't see through it. Furthermore the edges of it was clean. So perfectly clean that I could make out a head with ears, the neck, the shoulders, the arms and the rest of the body besides the feet from the knees down.

I froze instantly. Made no sound, couldn't move. All I could, was stare at it. This figure, and it sure felt like it stared back at me.

By now, from the second I first noticed something in the corner of my eye, until the moment I froze, about a minute had passed, but it was still there, and the figure didn't move either.

More time, some ten-twenty seconds had passed, where I began wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me. At that point I decided not to look at it anymore. I still felt calm, mostly curious. Then, as I was about to turn my eyes back to the tv, it moved. In such a way I've never felt comfortable with. Short, sharp, quick movements. It tilted it's head down to the side so quick and sharp, that the sight made me instantly panic. Then it was gone and I was alone again. Just like that.

I grabbed my phone, dialed my father's number and called him. I think I wanted him to tell me that I was imagining things, but when I frantically explained to him what I had just seen, that there was a man in the living room and he just disappeared, my father never said I was wrong.

He got quiet a couple of seconds, then said very calmly," I'll come home. " As if he couldn't bring himself to tell me that I was imagining it, because he knew I hadn't. It was only then, at that precise moment when he spoke those words, that I realized I had just encountered the ghost I had heard the grown-ups talk so much about.

That was the first experience I had, but when I think about what happenings the ghost had in store for me after that night, I like to think of that moment as a door being opened.

Now I knew the ghost was real, and the ghost knew I that I knew that he was real. It is almost like he just waited for me to be alone, so that, weird as it sounds, he could 'introduce' himself without being disturbed or me running off and messing up our meeting. After all we had existed under the same roof for years, so maybe he felt like an introduction was about time.

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terranigma (9 stories) (66 posts)
2 years ago (2018-01-23)
I've seen these things so many times I can not count. I don't believe that they are ghosts but maybe spirits. Ghosts seem to be from a person who was at some point in time alive but the shadow people seem different.

The few ghosts I've seen don't seem to pay much attention to me or look at me startled, perhaps not expecting that I can see them but the shadow people always look to be observing me intently.

The ghosts I've seen look like a real person and a few I've seen have been translucent and glowing but most look like I were looking at a real person. I can even see what clothes they are wearing and what colour or textures. I get a shock when I saw them but didn't have any other feelings apart from that.

The shadow people on the other hand all I get from them is dread and fear. They are mostly solid but I have seen a few translucent ones. The difference is they look more like a silhouette of a person but are so much darker than a shadow.
Sanguirina (7 stories) (19 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-27)
Jubeele - She's quite the woman, my grandmother, and I am indeed very blessed to have her in my life. I do believe my way of handling these events would be quite different, if it had not been for her soothing words and advices.
Perhaps yours only wished to protect you from possible scares regarding the spirits, and that is why she never spoke of them.

RedWolf - I can't wait to share more of them! Thank you for reading!

Enlightened - I'm glad you enjoyed it! I've never seen any resemblance between the ghost and " Slender Man", but I can tell how you came to think of it, haha.
She does indeed! As they've worked so well for me, I'm sure they could be of help to others.

Enlightened1959 (8 stories) (118 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-26)
Sanguirina -

I loved your story! I am also adding this to my favorites and hope you submit more of your experiences. It sounds like you were describing the "Slender Man".

Your grandmother had some wise rules to live by and I think I'm going to tell my grandkids those very same rules!

RedWolf (30 stories) (1289 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-26)

I enjoyed your story very much. But I felt like you left us with a cliff hanger. I can't wait to read more of your stories and I am putting this one in my favorites.

Jubeele (18 stories) (776 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-23)
We should all take note of your grandmother's wise words. You are so blessed to have her. I can see her influence in how you have dealt so well with your experiences.
My Grandma didn't like anyone talking about our resident spirits. Maybe she felt it would be disrespectful. Us grandchildren only heard about the stories long after she passed away. All I know is that as a child, I always felt "welcomed" in her house.
Sanguirina (7 stories) (19 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-19)
Cloudy - The tilting of the head in such a way was by far the worst part about the whole thing, allthough it was effective to his cause of introduction. And yes, the meerkat show was awesome! Always grinned like an idiot when they got up on their hind-legs and gazed around, adorable! It was very sad when my favorite (who's name I have sadly forgotten) was injured, though.: (

L - The encounter with the ghost wasn't the most pleasant of moments I had had so far, but I must admit... Writing a story in a language that is not my native tonque, onto a website where my slightest miss-spelling could ruin it all, was even scarier. So thank you so much!

Babygoatpuller - Thank you so much for the compliment! Such warm words certainly makes it that much more desirable to write about all else i've experienced!
My father and I didn't exchange too many words about the subject once he came home. Allthough he's a great storyteller and does not have a lack of words, when it comes to situations involving awkwardness, tears or anything related to it, he's suddenly very mute. At that time I found myself profoundly mute aswell, as if I had had too much happen to me. Thanks to their honesty about these subjects, I sort of already knew what I needed anyways. He did embrace me in such a hug where you just feel safe, and he let me stay up and watch more meerkats.

Echosmithrocks - Hey you! I can't speak for all Norwegians, but I do however know of quite a few who's been through events of this nature and therefore are believers. And there's always my other fellow countrymen who's discovered this website and chose to share their experiences, as I did. ^^
echosmithrocks (16 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-19)
Hellow! Do many Norwegians believe in the supernatural like you? Curious! 😁
babygoatpuller (4 stories) (432 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-18)
I really enjoyed reading this Sanguirina and I agree with the others. Your grandmother's words of wisdom and the fact that you're family is so open and talks so freely about these things, seems to have gone a long way in helping you with the fear factor and your command of the English language is to be applauded. (We've got people in high places here that can't manage to weave a whole sentence together without botching it up!)

I'm curious as to what your father said when he got home.

You've left me wanting to read more from you. Don't make us wait too long. 😊
L_Melb (215 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-18)
Hi Sanguirina,
How frightening! I felt the need to write and tell you how I enjoyed your account and how impressed I am at your English skills.
You really should be congratulated on being able to convey your experience so well!
Thanks for sharing this with us all, L
cloudy (7 stories) (39 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-17)
I really liked your story, thanks for sharing! Super creepy that it tilted it's head! I'm glad that your dad believed you. As a side note I used to love that meerkat show, could never stop watching it! Lol
Hope to hear more of your stories!
Bibliothecarius (8 stories) (957 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-17)
Greetings, Sanguirina, and welcome to YGS.

I enjoyed reading your account of the events you experienced, and I second Melda's praise of your grandmother.

I realized that I had never heard of your hometown, so I looked for Heidal on "Google Images." This is one of the prettiest rural landscapes I have ever seen! Seriously, everyone should look at a few of the pictures of the landscape, the white-water rafting, the hotels; it's no wonder that the spirits of the deceased don't want to move away!

I'm looking forward to more of your stories, Sanguirina.

Sanguirina (7 stories) (19 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-16)
Melda - She's the wisest woman I know, and my dearest friend.
After an event I can't explain, she's always the one i'll talk to about it.

I surely felt like I was loosing my sanity at the moment it happened
As nothing made sense, but thank you.:)

Plenty more to come!
Melda (9 stories) (1138 posts)
2 years ago (2017-09-16)
Sanguirina - Your grandmother is a very wise lady, she taught you well!

What a scary thing to happen to a 13 year old sitting there all alone. In fact it's enough to scare anybody, irrespective of age. I take my hat off to you for handling that incident so well.

It seems that you had further experiences with the ghost as you said that was your first experience. I look forward to hearing more.

Regards, Melda


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