Which is what we'll get into that a little bit more right now at the next part. After she had herself back under control, we asked her to explain what had happened. She was quiet for a few moments, gathering her thoughts. Then she began to speak. As we listened to her story, my body temperature seemed to gradually drop, and I felt chills take over me. Several times I made eye contact with Jerry, and his expression was a mirror of my own disbelief and fear. It started about a month ago, she began. That's when I first heard the scratching and my closet door, A soft, slow, steady scratching. This seemed to come from inside her bedroom closet at night. At first, she had assumed it was probably a mouse or something like another small animal, except the scratching seemed to come from too high of a height to be the working of a mouse or an animal. Whenever she opened the closet door, always after the scratching had stopped, there had been nothing there. Several times she had started to open the closet door as the scratching was in progress to get to the bottom of it once and for all, but each time she grasped the doorknob, and she was overwhelmed with unease and fear, and she was not able to do it. The scratching sounded too deliberate, too gentle, deceptionally harmless, as if something was trying to lure her into opening that closet door. To be safe, she had started locking her closet door at night. Over the next several days, the scratching had gotten louder and more intense, as if something was trying to tunnel its way through the wood. One day, she opened the closet door and found claw marks on the other side, claw marks that were six feet off the ground, claw marks that looked like they had been made by fingernails. The horror had really started for Miscarrity about a week after she had first heard the scratching sounds. One night, she had awoken to a voice softly calling her name, a voice that seemed to be coming from the locked closet door. She was bewildered, even more so because she recognized this voice. It belonged to Bill, her dead husband. Bill's voice had pleaded for her to open the closet door, telling her that God had sent him down to take her up to heaven where they could be together again and young like they used to be forever. At this point, Jerry had looked at me wide eyed from the other side of the couch. Then what happened? I asked her gently. I thought I was dreaming, Miss Garretty said, I thought it had been a dream. Poor Bill had been gone for three years, and since I was having a dream, I didn't see a harm in doing what he was asking me to do. I got out of bed and went to the closet. I reached for the lock, but then I stopped something. Something didn't seem right. It was Bill's voice, and it seemed perfectly normal, but somehow it was wrong too. The way he was talking, it wasn't like how Bill used to talk. It was like a stranger was using Bill's voice trying to trick me into opening the closet door. That doesn't make much sense, does it. Actually nothing she was telling us made sense, but we just asked her to continue telling her story. Bill or whoever or whatever was using his voice had continued to beg her to unlock the closet door, which she had refused to unlock the closet door. The voice had changed becoming harsh and angry. It was very angry and demanding that she opened the door. When she had still refused, it began to shout at her, using profanity and making obscene threats. Thanks, Bill would never do things. Bill would have never said when he was alive. Before beginning to pound violently on the door, the voice had began to change. No longer sounding like her late husband's, it became deeper and disorted until it didn't sound human at all. In terror, she had fled her room and spent the night on the couch downstairs. Eventually the pounding and the threats had stopped, Miss Garretty. Jerry politely interrupted her at this point. Why didn't you call us at the police station when this happened? She was silent for a moment, then a small bitter smile formed on her lips. I thought you'd think I was imagining it, she told us. I know people in town think I'm the crazy old lady, and I've had you out here so many times before for things that turned out to be nothing. I thought maybe it was all in my head and I didn't want to bother you about it. Well, this story really goes from zero to sixty Like that isn't that. Business has just picked up. I guess you could say so. So Freakchie definitely thinks she is experiencing something completely crazy. Yeah, definitely. So we get a little bit more, we get a little bit more information about this closet now, right like talked about how the closet doors were boarded up, so now we know that it all began in her bedroom closet door where she started hearing scratching sounds. Yeah, that's really crazy. It's gentle though, right, like, not like violently scratching, just like almost like you're just trying to get somebody's attention. Yeah, that's what it seems like, almost like you know, just a light scratching to track someone through the door. Progressively did get a little bit more, like she said it was almost like they're trying to tunnel through the door. Yeah, she opened the door and actually saw the claw marks that they were like six feet off the ground. Yeah, that's raasy. Which is pretty tall for a person even though, but nevertheless that rules out an animal. Yeah, definitely, And it just seems so creepy. And then then the voice though that that's when the creep factor really cranks. Up before that though, Before we get into that, though, several times she went up to the door and she was going to open it. Why that scratching was happening. Would you be able to do that? Like eventually, right you'd be like, I'm sick of this shit. I got to open this door. Yeah, you know. It's one of those things things that like there are times where it happens to almost everyone where you're just like, if I turn around right now, there's going to be someone behind me, right, that kind of feeling, Yeah, you just and so you decide not to turn around sometimes just because it's like I can't do it. I can't turn around and see this thing behind me. Or it's like, yeah, the corner of your eye, you see something that might be there, and so you don't look at directly because you don't want it to know that you're looking at it. And I get that. I think that's the feeling that she got when she's gone up to this door. It's like everything seems like you need to confront it, but at the same time, it's like, do you really want to open that door? Do you really want to look at the corner of your eye? Do you really want to turn around. Those are things that a lot of people deal with a lot of times, and you never know what it is. She's really trying to ignore it. It seems like like. If ignore it me, it'll go away, right. Yeah, Or maybe it's just like in your head, it's not really there. So then you talked about it. The voice is she started hearing voices, her husband's voice asking her to come to the closet door to open it, basically like we'll go to heaven together and be together forever. But the way he was speaking it may have sounded like her husband as far as like the voice itself, but the way it was actually talking, he wasn't phrasing or saying things like her husband would her late dead husband. Right, yeah, And that actually makes a lot of sense because you know someone they have a specific way of talking that goes beyond their voice pattern and everything. Yeah, you know, the cadence of which they talk. So it makes sense that things would seem right at first, but then it's it's like, well they would have a light a little bit more, a pause there or something like that. You know, she's ignoring it. This thing's get pissed off about it. It gets to the point where its voice no sounds like Bill's her dead husbands the way I read it. When I was reading it, I was thinking, like demonic sounding. Yeah, definitely seems like it. It says, nor sounds human like. And it also has like it's been saying some really terrible things to her, Yeah, which you know is terrifying. Well, the less terrified I think it's ever Yeah, I this sounds this is a crazy story. But again, though, she moves downstairs and they asked a million dollar questions, why didn't you call us? Right? And you could tell that she's still contemplating if this is like real or not. Almost. First of all, she doesn't want to bother them. She knows everybody thinks she's a crazy lady. But she's starting to think herself, wait, am I going crazy? Right? And that's kind of like why she maybe didn't open the door, because it's like, is she going to have to admit that she's crazy when she opens that door? There's nothing there? Or is it? There is something there? And you definitely don't want to open that door. Him and his fellow officer definitely thinks she's completely lost her mind at this point, though, definitely. Yeah, but they're also there being very courteous about They're very very professional. They're trying to, yeah, still settle her down and get to the bottom of what led up to whether she finally did call. She seems just relief that they're there, you know. Yeah, and you can imagine that, Yeah, anyone wants to see someone after a while, so yeah, it makes sense that she would be very really regardless of anything was happening, but the fact that something might be happening, Yeah, if I want to see someone else. Yeah for sure. 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
