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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Disastrous-Put-9091 on 2025-06-22 09:48:55+00:00.

I was 8 years old when it happened. I was staying at my grandparents’ place, the house itself was pretty old. It was built about 12-13 years old before WW II. It also had a massive garden and an another house which used to be a barn, but my aunt lives there now. Anyways, it was the middle of winter - january or february. It deffinetely was evening 6 pm or so. My grandparents are very christian, so they went to the church which meant me staying alone in that fukcing house. 8 years old was the age when started to be interested in the paranormal stuff. I wanted to watch some creepy shit, but I was home alone. In that house. So I decided to watch videogames instead. I was sitting on a couch which is in the middle of the living room. I had my grandparents’ bedroom to the left, a hallway in front of me which lead to the kitchen that I could perfectly see. Also, a massive wardrobe was standing right in front of me. Facing me. I could also see the stairs which were next to the wardrobe. That’s pretty much it. I was watching the TV peacefully. Time went by and after I’d say 20 minutes I swear I heard the dishes just moving. That was pretty unsettling so I peeked to the kitchen… I wasn’t wrong a fucking plate was going up and down… In the air. It was hitting the sink. That was the noise. I thought I would shit myself. But I ignored it, trying to watch the TV. The sound didn’t stop. The plate kept on moving. It was moving for like 1-2 minutes, but it finally stopped. I was a little relieved - only to hear footsteps on the hallway. I could see it with no problem. I heard the footsteps… They were right in front of me. I couldn’t see them. I started to silently cry from the fear. I knew this was not an accident or anything. First the plate and then the footsteps? And then… The plate started moving again. The footsteps DIDN’T STOP. It was like they were coming for me. Suddenly (The most horrifying part)… The plate just dropped to the floor, shattering and the footsteps turned into SPRINTS. THEY WERE COMING DIRECTLY FOR ME. They were in the same fucking room as I was. And now - that’s the hard part. I can’t recall. I either passed out or my grandparents came back home. I remember waking up in my dad’s car, coming back home in tears. I was very shaken from the accident. None of my family members believed me. Except for my grandfather. He said that when he was my age - he kept seeing a back of some creature through the window of his bedroom when he was trying to fall asleep. It stoped after some weeks. It had scars, blood on it’s back and was laughing (the same house by the way). 6 years have passed by ever since that incident and I’m still trying to recall the memory. Did I pass out? Is this house haunted?