Creepy Ghost Stoy

My house was built in 1904. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block 

foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me 
have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite. This happened to my brother. About 

ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly “Spanish 

rock,” alternative music but in Spanish. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. 

They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. This was the 
time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift. This happened in late 

fall, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head 

to someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load 

up the equipment. Everyone had filed out of the basement, but the tricky part was that they needed to 

walk all the way to the back of the basement, up the back stairs, through the kitchen doorway, down 

the hall into the living room and out into the front porch. Everyone was outside sitting in my 

brother’s truck waiting for him. My brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that 

he had left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the basement. He made the 

decision to go back. Now the basement is not clean, with full sight lines, there had been partitions 

made, and the boiler and main heating unit are right smack in the middle. So after my brother walks 

back, he is about to retrieve his food container, when out of the corner of his eye he sees it. It is a 

shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my 

brother. We had been taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe, 

to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the latter, he basically just told it “hey fuck you, 

I don’t have time for this shit”. My brother started to walk to the back of the basement and briskly up 

the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was walking out. The last light switch is on the 

opposite side of the front door...luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was 

flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no 

point did he turn around. As he flicked the last switch the living room went dark, as did rest of the 

house. As he stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his food container 

in one hand he jogged down the few porch steps. He walked towards the front gate...our house resides 

far from the main street, essentially having a large front yard but no rear garage. As he closed the gap 

between himself and his friend-laden truck he kind of smiled and thought things over in his head, 

mad at himself for spooking out when there was no reason. He climbed into the drivers side of the 

truck, putting on his seat belt and getting ready to pull out of the parking spot directly in front of the 

house, when one of his friends asked “ Hey wait what about your brother, isn’t he coming with us?” 

My brother answered, “What do you mean? He went to work early tonight, he is already gone, do you 

see his car anywhere?” The next question they asked “So then who was walking behind you when 

you were leaving the house? Credits