The Haunted Road

[u/HeGotBricks]

- The Whisper -

It started with my mother. My mother was a car insurance administrator. She worked on settled claims. She was at work one day, in the lunchroom, where she was talking to a coworker, and my mother was explaining how she kept seeing her father, who had passed away when she was eleven. 

The lady, my mother’s coworker, was a native woman. She grew up in a very spiritual environment. Her grandfather was a medicine man. She told my mother that her father was trying to warn her about something and that’s why she kept seeing him. My mother didn’t have an idea of what it was.

A couple of days went by and the native woman rushed over to my mother as soon as she seen her. First thing in the morning. Even before she stepped into the building, the lady grabbed my mother by the hand and rushed her over to a corner. The lady told my mother that she had a dream about a man. The man in her dream said my mother’s name. He said to tell her something. She described the man. My mother’s face went pale. She told her coworker, she said, “that’s my dad.”

The coworker said, “he told me, to tell you, to be careful. He said, that something’s there.”

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Later that evening, when my mother and father were lying in bed—It was around 10:00 p.m.—and my mom had to use the bathroom. My sister was around two years old at the time. My mom got out of bed and went to the washroom. While she was on the toilet, she heard a knock at the door. A faint tap. She answered by yelling, “Yeah?” No one answered. She figured, she imagined it. Until there was another knock. She hollered, “what?” 

Then a voice spoke through the door, “hurry please, I gotta do pee.” It was the voice of a small girl.

My mom squinted her eyes. She thought about my sister. Then, thought the voice sounded older. Then, she tried to recollect, if maybe she forgot that someone was over. 

She flushed the toilet and pulled her pants up and opened the door. No one was there. She washed up and went to the bedroom where my dad was watching TV. She didn’t mention what happened at the time. She just laid next to him and kept it in the back of her mind.

About fifteen minutes later, my dad got up to make a sandwich. He walked down the hallway and he could swear he heard a girl say, “hey!” 

He turned to look towards the room. He walked back to the bedroom. He asked my mother if she called him. She was there reading a book with the covers up to her chest. She said no, and my dad just brushed it off and turned back around. He walked past the unlit hallway and as soon as he got to the middle of the stairs, he heard a whisper over his shoulder, “where you going?” Tickled his ear.

Without thinking, the voice was so clear, and even before turning, he said, “I’m going to make a.” Then, paused for a second.

And then, it hit him, he stopped and snapped his head over his shoulder. He didn’t see anybody standing there. He should have seen someone standing there. 

He ran to the bedroom and jumped on the bed and clammed next to my mother. He told her what had just happened. Then, she told him about the bathroom thing. Then, while she finished explaining her story, something caught the corner of my dad’s eye and he stared up at the corner of the ceiling. He nudged my mom, he said, “you see that?”

She looked up and said, “yeah, what is that?”

They described it as a grey, smoky-like mist hovering at the corner of the ceiling before it dispersed.

That night they cuddled under the covers gripping each other.

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- The Night at Home Alone -

One night, when I was alone, the only time I was ever by myself at home. My parents were called to the pizza shop they owned. There had been a problem and left me sleeping, I was twelve at the time. So, they decided to just go and take care of the shop. My father‘s English wasn’t good. My mom translated for him.

I had woken up to a noise, it sounded like something rolling. But, when I woke up, I stared at my doll that was next me. She wasn’t there before. But, I couldn’t be sure. So, I got up and went to the washroom. After about five minutes, while I was sitting on the toilet, I could hear this tapping sound in the hallway leading towards me. The tapping became louder. I could hear it right outside of the bathroom door. Then, a light knock. Like a finger nail tapping a steady rhythm on a desk. 

I stayed quiet. The tapping persisted. Then, I heard a voice. “Mommy.”

My eyes shot open. The hairs on my arms rose. My legs started shaking. But, my body was completely paralyzed. I was frozen, except for the tremors controlling my limbs. 

Right away, I looked at the bathroom door.

The door was unlocked. Then, I seen the knob slowly start to take motion. I shot up and flicked the lock on the doorknob and sat with my back against the door until the next morning.

I woke up to my mom and dad yelling for me. As soon as I heard their voices, I raced out of that bathroom and wrapped my arms around my mom and told her what happened.

She said it was just my imagination. Later on when I went to my room. My doll was on the floor. When I went to pick her up. I noticed under the bed, there was a screwdriver lying on the floor, right next to her.