`bigtittedredhead` [Thread]

Certainly. I grew up in New England, and chances are if you live in an
old New England home, you're gunna have activity of some sort.

The house was built from salvaged pieces of boats and other houses after
the Hurricane of '38. For those that are curious, this hurricane rocked
New England to its core. Skeletons of old homes are sometimes unburied
by the sea today whenever another hurricane comes to our shores.
Anyways, it was a bad time.

We had already seen a handful of freaky shit. At night always at the
same time, a man would stand in front of our living room window and pace
back and forth. Our living room window was two stories off the ground,
and we lived off in the woods. So we just left it alone, and that was
all flowers and peaches.

Until this man in a top hat started harassing my brother. My brother
would wake me up many mornings complaining about the man trying to "get
his toenails." At first I didn't believe him, until one day I was
putting laundry in his room and was greeted by this fucking tall man in
a black suit with a black top hat, standing at the foot of my brothers
bed. It was just me home at the time, and I noped the fuck out of there
after proclaiming "fuck this fucking shit" and spent the rest of the day
smoking cigarettes on the porch.

It didn't end there. My brother was constantly harassed, pinched, woken
up by this man. Our upstairs grew wicked cold, no matter what time of
year it was always fucking freezing. Every night this top hat guy would
torment my brother in some way, to the point he started sleeping on my
floor. Thats when it started coming after me.

I was shoved down a flight of stairs, held down on my bed while
something pushed my hair back and whispered in my ear. Scratched while
doing the dishes and growled at whenever I got confrontational with
whatever was there. Doors would fly open, the kitchen cabinets would
shake violently and dishes would fall out on their own. These cabinet
doors were the kind that latched shut with those pretty glass pane
windows so there was no way...

We eventually moved out. I don't doubt the existence of something
outside our own. I never believed until that house, and I will always
believe now. So much more happened, the man in the top hat never went
away and it drove my brother and I insane.

TLDR old house haunted by man in top hat, crazy shit ensued.

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