Week 2 Ghost Story-Man In The Closet
Hello and welcome to week 2 of the ghost stories. This is becoming so much fun for me! I am such a nerd for the spook. I hope to find some fellow spook lovers out there. I would like to take a quick moment and say thank you so much for your support and continuing to come back week after week. Without further ado, let’s dive in.
This is another story of mine that is 100% real and really did happen. This event happened about 10 years ago. This was before my husband put a ring on it and we weren’t so sore and achy all of the time.
When Don (my husband) and I started dating, the dates consisted of watching a lot of movies while eating snacks and lounging on the couch or in his bed (calm down-he was a complete gentleman). We were completely enamored with each other, and we still are 10 years later. Don invited me over one night to do our usual routine. We got the fattiest snacks we could think of, he quickly threw his dirty clothes in the corner, and fired up the “boob tube” as my dad calls it. We had a night of movies, and turned it to a favorite of ours growing up: A cartoon show called, “Awww Real Monsters”. After some serious cuddling and some sweet kisses, we both passed out in his bed. I found myself up against the wall (thank goodness), and he found himself on the outside edge. I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, looking directly at his open closet door. I couldn’t remember if this door had been open before or not. What startled me while I looked wasn’t unfolded laundry. It was the almost glowing, pale figure standing in the doorway. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even scream. I stared at this figure and he stared right back. I saw only openings where the mouth and eyes were. I couldn’t tell the sex, but he felt masculine. I took a brief moment to be thankful that if he so chose to leave the closet and sprint toward us, Don would be his first pray (sorry baby-I love you, but I just need to outrun you to survive). Once I got my voice working properly, I said Dons name a few times and shook him awake. Once he awoken, the following conversation took place:
Me: “There’s something in your closet. I’m terrified.”
Don: “What? Oh. You mean the man the man in the closet? Yea, he’s always there. Sometimes I wake up talking to him looking at the closet. He’s harmless. Try to go back to bed.”
What?! Seriously? There are so many things I need to know answers to at this point. Folks, he just closes his eyes and goes back to sleep! I was up for the rest of the night. I don’t think I ever spent the night there again. Not much longer, Don ended up moving in with me at my haunted apartment. From the crazy things that happened at that apartment, I think I would have rather taken the man in the closet who never seemed to leave it. I’ll share with you stories of that apartment, but that’s for another time.
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