Thank you so much to the individual who shared this story with us and gave up permission to post it. We’re stepping over the Worcester/Shrewsbury line for this one.
“I saw a post where you needed stories from Worcester County. Well, I’m from Shrewsbury MA. I lived in a house that my parents thought was their dream home. My siblings and I were still just kids, so most of what happened no one believed. I myself am sensitive to spirits. I can see and talk to them. Didn’t know that then- would’ve made more sense.
In the year 2008, we moved into a house on Oak Street. It was beautiful: two stories, a giant kitchen, and enough rooms to fit us all. Now, nothing much happened for a few years, but in the beginning, it was closet doors opening and closing- you know- in the “wind.” I had to put my jump rope around the door and keep a chair in front of it so it wouldn’t open.
Around 2009 is when I just got so used to listening to footsteps when I fell asleep. I thought it was my mom walking around. You would hear your name being called by my mom’s voice when she wasn’t home. My dogs would constantly bark at everything.
2011 is when it got really bad. My sister took a picture of the window and an old woman was behind her. My brother’s bed would shake like an earth quake, so he would sleep in my room [because] he was so scared. I saw a figure go by the shower curtain and then the lights would go out. What creeped me out the most was the black silhouette of a man in my doorway. I could see right through him. My dad was across the country, so it wasn’t him. I wasn’t imagining things. I pulled the sheets over my head and I looked back and it was still there. That morning my cross from above my bed was in the middle of the floor.
My mom, a few months later, decided it was time to leave. It was the best decision ever. We later sound out that four people had died in the house (the landlords never told us). On girl died in from by car. Another [died] behind the house by drowning in the pool that had since been covered up. An old woman had died in the house itself, and so did a 40ish year old man (I’m guessing that is who I saw).
This is the story I tell people who don’t believe. It has traumatized me and my siblings, and we now are so careful where we live. We get the house blessed and Jesus and crosses are everywhere. Evil is out there. I’ve seen it.”