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The original was posted on /r/truescarystories by /u/Little_Tie_2012 on 2025-05-29 08:17:25+00:00.
When I was a kid, my step grandparents lived in a little town up in the Oregon mountains. Their house was at the end of a dead end street, and there was a wooden guard rail painted white with orange stripes at the end of it. There was about 5 houses total on the street, with one house in particular that was noticeably older than the rest, it was directly across the street from my step grandparents house. Safe to say, this house gave everyone a weird heeby jeeby feeling.
My mom and my step dad would drop me, my full blooded sister, and my step brother off there from time to time to spend some time with my grandparents. I was about 5 years younger than my brother and sister. We loved our grandparents, they were always full of adventure and willing to take us to do fun things in nature. We would hike, grab berries to make pies, have bbqs. It was always smiles and fun when we would go over there.
One day, me, my sister, and my step brother were playing outside, it was closer to dark, probably about dawn when we heard the gate of the yard close. (This was a metal chain link gate around the house). It was a girl. About our age, normal looking, glasses, kinda more on the Tom boy side, a little older than all of us. She said “hi” and that her name was Raquel. She asked if she could play basketball with us. We had no idea anyone even lived in the house because we never seen anyone go in or out, and this was about our 4th time going to our grandparents house (I’m sure our grandparents knew, but never had a reason to tell us because we didn’t ask). Being the kids we were, we said “yeah” and we all just started playing regularly. Just kids being kids.
Nothing seemed odd about this girl for about a year, but one day; things just changed in her. I remember the first weird incident me, my sister and my brother had seen. We were up pretty late playing video games on the Nintendo 64. Our grandparents had splurged out on us and bought a lot of candy and told us to have fun. So we did. Until it was about 1am, we were all getting sort of tired so we were kind of just chillin and talking while the game was on the pause screen, the pause screen was black with yellow letters so it was more on the dark side In the house. We had heard the gate across the street rustling around but the gate itself didn’t sound like it opened. I picked my head up to look outside but I was a little scared for some reason so I didn’t pick my head fully above the window seal. It was Raquel, I could slightly see her face as she was about to try and hop the fence again, she was in red plaid pajamas, a black hoodie , and had a backpack on, but weirdly she wasn’t wearing any shoes. It was raining prior that day, so everything was wet. She had hopped the fence and had started walking to the dead end wooden guard rail at the end of the street. At this point my sister and brother were both staring out the window as well. We were all a little bit freaked out because wtf? She had continued to walk towards the guard rail, hopped over it, and walked straight into the forest. We were so confused and scared as to why she would do this? we chalked it up to maybe she was going to drink? Or smoke? I mean, She was a little older than us, she was about 16. But I was 1 am, in a town in the forest. Eventually, my brother and my sister fell asleep, but I didn’t. I waited. I stayed up till about 3:30am to see if I would hear the rustle of the gate , but I never did. It seemed liked she never came back that night.
The next day, we all got up to go to the lake for a lake day. It was about 10:30am - 11ish, my grandparents gave me a bag to take to the trash before we left and as I was taking out the trash; I look across the street and see Raquel sitting on a chair on the patio of her house. There was a full glass of what looked like a reddish liquid sitting in front of her. I waved, but she just had this disgusted look on her face; like I’m talking evil disgusted. She didn’t say hi, she didn’t wave. Nothing. Her hood was up, and her shoulders were shrugged up to her neck. She was looking directly at me. Nothing.
We had went back home, and had heard a story about Raquel from one of our other friends that swore he would never hang out with her again. My sister and this guy from Oregon “Cage” kinda had a crush on each other, and would talk on the phone is why we even heard about this story. But it happened to him. Him, a couple of friends and Raquel were apparently hanging out in Raquel’s parents basement smoking cigs being young teens. Well, two of the kids went upstairs to go do something apparently , and Raquel stayed with cage and were “finishing” the ciggs. Raquel told cage she was gonna go get the others , went up the stairs and closed the basement door and turned off the light on cage. He freaked out screaming and was banging on the basement door because Raquel had apparently locked it on him. The other two came back and Raquel open it laughing I guess. He told my sister he would never hang out over there again.
Fast forward a couple months, we arrive in Oregon to visit again. Raquel had seemed normal so being kids, we decided to hang out with her because she had made a club house in the back of her house , so that was pretty much the best bribe to hang out of course. So we did. Everything was going great, I stood up and told them I was going outside to go to take a pee. As I went outside and started peeing, I seen Raquel come out , she closed the club house door and shoved a stick in between the lock of the door, grabbed the extension plug and unplugged it. I could hear my brother and sister saying “dude what the fuck? Let us out?!” . Raquel had this crazy devilish look in her eyes and walked straight towards me, I was terrified. She walked up to me and told me “if you open that club house, I will hurt you”. Immediately I ran around her and grabbed the stick and opened the club house, I told both my sister and brother what she said. My sister grabbed Raquel by the shirt and threw her on the floor and yelled at her. Raquel had this really weird sinful grin of her face the whole time. Like a seriously weird creepy grin, almost like she liked it.
Immediately we told my grandparents , who then took things into their own hands and walked over to the house to confront the parents. During the conversation the mom had said that Raquel would spend long nights in the basement, but brushed it off as she was just being a teen. She had told my grandparents that she had been acting very strange the past couple of months, so they confiscated most of her things due to punishment and found that she was playing with a Ouija Board. She bursted into tears in front of my grandparents. Said her daughter was not the same. Told my grandparents that they would find Raquel throwing up in the middle of the night from “sleepwalking/eating” to the point of projectile vomiting. My grandmother said “please keep that away from me and my family, I’m very sorry. We have to go”.
we left the porch of that house, and I swear I could see Raquel looking at us from the horizontal basement window. Except idk if I was just a kid, but it didn’t look like her eyes. It looked like a cats eyes. I remember the feeling I felt when I saw that. The goosebumps I felt I can still feel to this day.
My mom and stepdad had split up a couple years after this whole thing, so we fell away from that side of the family and never went to Oregon again. But one day, 15 years later, I told this story to my fiancés family at a cabin , and randomly a number from Oregon calls me. I truly didn’t not want to answer it because I thought “oh shit, there’s absolutely no way”. But my finances mom insisted to make sure I wasn’t pulling the best scary prank ever, I answer and immediately a loud buzz ringing started. It happened for about 3 second before it stopped and the line cut. Safe to say, we were all fucking scared.
I truly think Raquel was possessed. She would talk to this board in the basement, forest, and god knows where else. I often think about what happened to her, to her family, and that house.
I’m haunted by the thought of going to Oregon to this day. I hope I never have to.