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The original was posted on /r/paranormalencounters by /u/Dazzling-Number-4514 on 2025-09-30 05:10:16+00:00.
When I was a kid there were always weird things happening in my sister’s room.
She told a story of being in bed one night and someone trying to turn her door handle. Thinking it was me (her butthead little brother) she went and opened the door to find no one and my door, directly across the hall, closed. Scared, she closed and locked the door, and got back in bed. The handle then began shaking violently, she screamed for me or my parents, who both came barging out of our rooms to see what was going on. There was nothing/no one in the hallway. She told us what happened and we brushed it off as a bad dream.
A couple years later, our parents were out of town, and we had a party. One of her friends, who is one of the toughest guys I have ever met, went upstairs into her bedroom to grab something for her. We still do not know what happened, but when he returned, I have never seen someone so scared in my life. He swore he would never go upstairs in our house again, but would never tell us what actually happened.
A year or two later, my sister was away at college. She had been gone for over two months, and my dad had “shut down” her room. Meaning he had closed and sealed all the vents and windows, and he was adamant about no one going in there so as not to waste A/C / heat.
One night I am dead asleep in my room across the hall and I wake up to and alarm going off. In my sister’s room. She had one of those little black plastic clock radios, with the red bright red numbers and blaring alarm with a giant snooze button on top. In a fog I don’t realize what I’m hearing at first, so I get out of bed and open my door. Realizing it’s coming from my sisters room, I open her door (against the rules, I know) and clumsily walk over to the clock radio to turn it off.
As soon as I touch the snooze button, her stereo across the room turns on full blast with some song I have never heard before or since (this was 20 years ago). Absolutely terrified, I run across the room, turn off the stereo, run out slamming the door and into my room as fast as I can. Laying there, now fully awake, I realize, absolutely no one has been in that room in 2 months. So I think maybe we had a power outage and things reset. Nope. Checked the next morning, clock on correct time, no alarm set. And I realize, I ONLY HIT SNOOZE, I know for a fact I DID NOT turn off any alarm and on those clocks you need to slide the switch over to turn the alarm off.
So there’s the stories of my sister’s room. These are all true. Was a house built right around 2000 just outside Boulder, CO.