Okay, so this story comes from Go for the Internet and my name is Zobofin. That's what they go by anyways, and the title of the story is I grew up in a haunted, demonic house has been abandoned since been moved out. I don't often talk about it because it's scarred. Just talking about it freaks me out, but here we go. It was about nine years old I'm twenty seven now for a reference, and my parents decided to move out to a small out of their small apartments ran a house and Brisbane, Australia. We couldn't afford much, so it was cheap and a very old looking house. And nothing's so bad that my dad couldn't fix it up, but at least that's what he thought. Keep in mind the honor the property lived in another area, pretty far away, so it was hard to get into contact with him. Once we moved in, there was some strange thing that caught our attention. There was a big, gross and tanky looking rug in the kitchen with weird brownish red blotches looked like old bloodstains. So we thought this has got to go. We rolled it up and chucked it out. The property had a big backyard with acreage of land. There were a lot of trees. On these trees, at least many of them, there were some for some reason horseshoes nailed to them. Horseshoes nailed on trees all over the property. One horseshoe was even nailed to the wall inside the kitchen. Again, we thought, no, this is weird and creepy. It wasn't until years later that I looked into and found out that apparently hanging horseshoes was meant for good luck. They were supposed to get rid of negative energy. But we didn't realize this at the time, and after taking them down, we went through many years of bad luck while living in this house. At first, apart from the house looking creepy and old, there were no physical signs of anything paranormal. But as a kid I loved playing outdoors. I would have the backyard with lots of land. This was pretty fantastic at first. Soon enough, being a kid that plays in the dirt, I started to find things under the dirt. I found clothing buried in random parts of the property. In mine. Mom would occasionally see little bits of claws sticking out of the ground too. Being curious. We would dig them out, and it was always clothing of women or children, sometimes even the odd shoe year there. My parents didn't seem to care too much, and my dad was a skeptic. They always had some excuse for why stuff was there. They'd tell me not to worry about it and change the subject. The house was kind of lifted off from the ground, so I could go under the house and play. One day I found a bone buried up there. This is when my mom realized this was just too many coincidences and told my dad. She wanted to report to the police, but my dad just said something like that, don't waste your time. It's most likely old cattle bones. So we listened to my dad. Soon enough, the paranormal stuff started winning. My dad always worked at nights, leaving me and Mom in the house alone. In the living room. We had one computer. We had dial up internet back then, and it was referred to as the family I would usually stand behind my mom while she was using Competer and I would just watch. Well I watched it felt and grabbed me on the shoulder from behind. I turned around, thinking it was my dad, all murtherer from work, but there was no one there. Another night, I was in my bedroom. It was the middle of the night and I was asleep, but I was woken by the sound of a toy from my shelf. And I had a ferbie, a little toy because since someone was in front of it and start talking, I heard it activate and it started rambling nonsense. If you ever had one, you know what I'm talking about. However, my bed was nowhere near the shelf and never activated on it some before, and the rambling just kept continuing so much a I couldn't go back to sleep, so I wanted to go turn it off. I walked over to the ferby and pick it up. It had stopped, and I checked the switch on the bottom it was already set to awe. Eventually I started having nightmares, the same nightmare every single night. It was always so vivid and real. The dream was of me tied up with rope on an old bed with springs and no mattress. It was my bedroom, though the room was differently, no light bulbs or electricity, a single bedside table with this like old timey candle on a plate that almost seemed like from a different time period. I would try to yank free from the ropes, kicking and trying to get out. I would wake up at a sweat, have three red marks in my stomachs, almost like three scratchmoms. No, I've looked into this. Scratch marks often mean demonic possession. It was mentally exhausting. I couldn't handle being in my room anymore. I would maybe around ten years old at this point, and I was too scared to talk about my parents. I didn't tell them exactly what was going on. I just kept insisting on sleeping in their room. I don't have any memory of this, but my parents have since told me When I did this, I would often sit up in the middle of the night, point at the window and start screaming, saying things like don't let them in and shut the windows. Windows were already closed, but my mom wou could get freaked out about this. Dad would say something like he's just having a bad dream. Go back to sleep. Over time, my mom would start hearing walking on the floorboards in the middle of the night. Well Dad was at work, but nobody was in the house. The ceiling fan would turn on by itself, even when the switch on the wall was off. Strange things like this have happened. Eventually, things began to wrap up and the bad luck turned into a living nightmare. Our family started. My baby brother was born, and after some time he was starting to walk. It was a great memory, but it quickly he was ruined. Shortly after learning to walk, out of nowhere, he was bedridden. He wouldn't sleep, He suddenly couldn't walk anymore, and he wouldn't eat. He had to be taken to the hospital, and the doctors weren't sure what was wrong with them. They did tests, and one doctor even suggested he was faking it. They did X rays and couldn't find anything wrong. I think my parents weren't satisfied with that answer. How or why would a little child fake something like whatever was wrong? We took him to another doctor and they found a rare cyst on a spine. They had never seen it before, only heard about it in textbooks, and it was close to bursting could have paralyzed him for life. After months of being in the hospital, we were finally getting back to a normal life, as normal as you can have in a house with these strange events. We decided to install a chicken coop raised some chickens with size of our backyard. It felt like a good use for it. However, it seems this house out other plans. We always locked up the coop before night, but we woke up one morning to see the door wide open. All the chickens were gone. We had ten of them. We found them shortly after discovering the door was open, at least part of them. All the chickens had their heads hacked off. No bodies found, just the heads, all laid out neatly in a straight line in our yard. That seemed to have been the final strawl. My dad was the one to call the police. No sucks best were found, and despite struggling for money, we finally moved out of that house. The nightmares have stopped. It's been over ten years since we moved out, and the house was never rented out again. It has begun to decay and weeds are taken over most of the property and haunted house investigations over the years, but that's one place I'm never going back. I did find one update to this post. It says I've shared the story before and there's as a result, apparently some kind of investigation was open revolving around the house. I was visited by police officers asking questions. They told me they'd contact me if they got anything new. The only thing I learned was that before we rented it, we had been rented out to a biker gang. That is crazy. Well, that is really crazy. Why didn't they just hanged that horseshoe back up? And I don't know, I guess, he said, I guess. Apparently he didn't learn that until after they like they thought about it later, like we were maybe those horseshoes. And when they started mentioning the horseshoes, I was like, hmm, you probably shouldn't take those down. I was step he put up for some sort of protection. Ward by somebody captures hindsight on South Park is what gave into my mind. And you set all that, Oh man, that's terrifying. Yeah. And so there's actually a couple of different, you know, beliefs about the horseshoes. Some said to have them kind of like turned up, and some of them have turned down. Both of them involves containing luck of some kind of good luck, and if it's facing down, the good look will pour down and act as a like a barrier. So some people say to put them up during certain times of the year and then turn them down and put them on your front door or any entrance to your house. So there's a couple of different you know, beliefs around positions of the horseshoes. He was having very vivid dreams, yes, as kind of like almost the start of things, and it seemed to obviously obviously it escalated I think to the point of where what happened with this younger sibling correct, Yeah, for sure, And you know, the the dreams, uh, you know, he describes them very, very particularly and uh, it definitely seems like, you know, if if there was some kind of like negative energy involved a bouse, it was definitely you know, seeping over into his dreams for sure. Kind of hear that that happens a lot of times with people. But I think that, like I just said, the real thing, crazy thing was really I don't remember how old his younger sibling was, but sounds like developmentally he just completely stopped and actually like he couldn't walk anymore. That's just yeah, terrifying. Yeah, So it seems like because he mentions that, uh, he had left the house over ten years ago, so it seems like they were there for many years. I was say, probably like five years or so, so yeah, it's hard to say how old is his younger brother was. Yeah, that was crazy. It was soon as we're talking about the close too. I was just like, man, why didn't you call it cops? Then? That's it sounds like something bad happened there, and you want to make sure that the data that you ran. Yeah, definitely wanted you wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to know more. You know, he's kind of like even it. I don't remember his age then, but he was investigating, right, He's like digging under his house. Uh yeah, I mean I assume for a reason. So obviously had an inkling it. And I want to say a knack for this because it was kind of forced upon him. But it seems like he was completely aware and trying to get to the bottom of it a little bit, even though later, you know, war came to him obviously. Yeah, it definitely seemed that way. Uh. He also you know, started doing like you mentioned there at the end that he was started doing like haunted house investigations. So I imagine he's probably pretty you know, almost obsessed with some degree with the with the whole thing. After having personal experiences like that, you'd have to be and to do something like that. It's just evidently fear is not a factor for you, Rob. Yeah. I mean I mean to me, I have all that crazy stuff happened to you and then still pursue it. He may have been still afraid, but he wanted answers nevertheless. Oh yeah, definitely that's crazy. Look I found this bone down there. What it was? Jeff Townsend media sees you good night, and the question is do I stay here? Will you be back? Are you gonna come back? Will you be back? Are you coming back
