Would this scare you?

Question

This is a long one and yes it really happened. I am now 20 and live in a dorm at New York University, but when I was maybe 16 or 17 something happened that I can't forget. First let me fill you in on the details. When my parents got married they lived in my dad's condo here in NYC, but my mom was a country girl and when her parent's died she wanted to move into their house in the country in upstate New York. It is a beautiful Victorian house in the woods about 5 miles from anyone, and it's gothic. My grandparents loved this house and mom wanted to keep it. So they moved into the house and had 3 kids, one is me of course. Nothing real strange about the house started happening until I was about 16 or 17, and only that one time...so far. I was in my bedroom and my parent's had gone out for their anniversary. My brother wasn't home because he was staying with his best friend, Tod. Tod and him were real close, not in a gay way though. It was just me and my sister, Julianna, at home. It was about 9p.m. Not late, but it was dark. To beat it all it started raining and lightning and the lights started blinking. So Julainna ran to my room and said that she wanted to stay with me. She was pretty young then. I told her it would be okay so I lit some candles and turned the blinking lights off. She calmed down and she helped me study for a music test that I was going to have the next day at school. Then after she had calmed down completely I took her to bed-around 9:45. It was still raining hard. So I kept studying and after I got finished with the music book I decided to try some pieces that my music teacher told us to study. It was very boring, so I started improvising and I made the piano vibrate cause I sometimes get roused up in the music. Then I heard my glass of water, or apple cider or whatever it was, fall. I thought that it fell because of the piano's vibrating, but it was on my nightstand on the other side of the room. I brushed it off. But I had to take the broken glass downstairs to the kitchen garbage. On my way upstairs I saw my sister had gotten out of bed and was in the family room cozed by the fire. She knew not to light the fire by herself, but she told me that she didn't light it, but I knew that we were the only ones in the house. I thought that she was lying, but I said nothing and went back upstairs. Then on my piano stand that holds music I seen the Turkish March by Mozart, I knew it wasn't mine. So I went downstairs and asked Julianna and she said it wasn't hers-I thought she was lying. So I put the fire out and told her to go to bed. She said okay and as she went up the stairs, I went in the kitchen to get some water. Then as I went upstairs again I saw that the music had been taken. I knew it wasn't her this time. When my parents got home I told them about it and mom said that the Turkish March was her dad's, my grandfather's, favorite piece. She thought I was playing a trick on her of course. Then as I was going to my bedroom I looked at our family picture. my grandfather was in it holding a piece of music, I never noticed it before because it was so small. I looked real close and seen the music he was holding was by Mozart. I thought "Oh Brother!" I was kindly scared, but not hysterical. I didn't sleep that much that night. The next day in school I sat near an open window in music class because I was hot- I get hot easily. Before the test the teacher said we could take a few minutes to look over the text. The wind blew and turned my books pages to the chapter about Mozart. Then a few seconds later it turned it to the one about Haydn(a classical composer). The thing about Haydn is that his first name was Joseph, and Joseph was my grandfather's first name. It made me wonder. I kept it to myself, who would have believed it?! So was it a coincidence? Was it just the wind? Was it my sister playing a trick on me? Then, a few days later or so, I remembered that Julianna told me that she didn't turn the fire on the other night when it happened. I asked her who did it, and she said that that never happened that she never went to the family room and that she never left her bedroom after I tucked her in. To this day, I don't like to listen to Mozart that much!

I am not schizophreniac because this only occured once and with that it occurs more. I know about mental illnesses becasue my mom is a supervisor of an asylium and my dad is a doctor there. Plus others have noticed things in my house.

Answer 1

it's kind of scary, but also kind of nice. it was your grandpa, he just wanted to hear his favorite music played by his grand-daughter. you should listen to mozart more. besides being my favorite composer, he is obviously very great and you are depriving yourself. more importantly, it could be an odd yet special bond you have with your grandpa.

Answer 2

That is a little eerie, but not frightening. Some people believe in ghosts, or spirits, or whatever you want to call them. If your grandfather's still in the house, who can blame him? It must be a nice house, and he doesn't seem to be hurting anyone.

Maybe sometime if you go back, if you're ready, you should play his favorite song for him.

Or maybe it was part of some sort of weird dream. I don't really believe in ghosts, but that's just because I've never seen one, and I don't want to. I do get creeped out when I'm totally alone sometimes though.

My bedroom is right next to a rain gutter, and when a good rain goes down, it used to make a sound like someone is tapping on the window.

One night, I dreamed someone was tapping on the window, and I tried to turn on a light, but none of the lights would work, and even my digital clock was dark... so I felt my way over to the window, and some huge guy grabbed me, and pushed me down onto the bed, and started shoving a dagger into my belly.

That's about when I woke up, scrunched down to the far end of my bed, with my pajamas twisted up so a button was pushing into my belly... and my room was completely dark because there had been a power failure!

The next day, I wrapped an old rag around the rain gutter, so it doesn't make that sound when it rains anymore, but I get awful edgy whenever there's a power failure.

Answer 3

My answer: "Oh". Ghost stories, ghost t.v. programs and the mind play powerful tricks. But, who knows. The supernatural? why not? anyway.....I hope through all of this, you won't give up on the piano. Music truly helps the brain cells grow, makes people think and is great form of communication. "They: say the benefits of music are tremendous. LOL. So, how is that for a nonsecuitor? Enjoy the music, forget about the experience (yea, right, sure) and have a BOOOOOO......eautiful night

Answer 4

once you listen the time period no balls, it has a diverse intending to everybody. No balls to three human beings ability being scared to get damage, or do some thing bodily courageous. To others it ability being an avoider, warding off conflict, or disagreement, or manipulating instead of confronting. maximum of my difficulty in existence has come no longer from honestly being an avoider, yet from being a shy man or woman, and being considered as an avoider. i do not trust human beings ought to locate extra guts, because no one, which includes me, has guts each and every of the time, each day. i'm only a guy with a foul social mistrust and soreness, and some human beings see it as worry of disagreement, and as someone, I care what they imagine more advantageous than I pretend to care about them.

Answer 5

This is intriguing, but not very frightening. I mean, you didn't see any gruesome corpses or anything like that. Sometimes strange things happen. I've seen and heard ghosts (neither time was it frightening). I wouldn't worry about your sanity on account of something like this. Just chalk it up to the X files.

Answer 6

Too much irrelevant information. My eyes glazed over trying to read what you wrote.

Answer 7

Why be afraid- enjoy the presence of he who loves you.

Answer 8

not really kinda funny though

Answer 9

That's really creepy. o_O