The Door Whisperer: A Spooky Story

This is the true account of my brush with danger a few weeks ago. Read at your own discretion.


I will be the first to admit that I have a very active imagination. I will also be the first to admit you do not want to go with me to a haunted house. ( I tend to push, shove, and throw people into the face of danger.) I must also admit, I don't do very well being alone. However, I really do try to be brave, and I was doing just fine living in apartments. I knew my neighbors, there were always people out and about, and there were so many people together. Unfortunately, as soon as I got home from Africa I moved. (Yeah, it was a little crazy.) Fortunately, I moved to a nice new town home. Unfortunately, they are still building a lot of the town homes, and so that means few occupants, dark, vacant buildings, and a roommate who has been gone for the last four weekends. I of course, did what any person with a vivid imagination would do, I went to my brother's house every weekend. That is, I did until someone told me to suck it up and stay by myself. Unfortunately, I don't do well being thought of as a chicken, and so I decided to be brave and stay home. I devised a little plan to keep myself busy until I was so exhausted I would fall asleep. And so, I paid every bill, wrote in my journal, read my journals, organized my photos, read all of my friends' blogs ( they are all so great) and by about three I fell asleep watching T.V. I woke up a little after four, and I knew I was so tired I would sleep like an angel. I turned off the T.V., picked up my pillow, and walked over to the front door to turn off the lights.

(This is the cue for the scary music.) As I reached for the light, I heard a faint sound outside the door, puzzled I learned in closer and that is when I heard a man whispering. (Yes, it is true) It was at that moment that my heart leapt into my throat, I felt like I was in one of my nightmares. ( You know the kind where you can't move and all you feel is horror.) I however, found I could move, and I did. I leaped up the stairs with my heart pounding. I flipped open my phone, "Who to call, who to call?" In terror, I realized that I didn't have one person in my phone who lived remotely close. And so, I took a deep breath and tried to think more rationally. I knew I had a big imagination and so I wondered, "Was I just imagining the door whisperer?" I crept back down the stairs and went to the door again. Holding my breath, I listened again. . . . . Ahhhhhhhhh. . . . . . I heard the voice again, and this time I heard what he said, "There is no peep hole." All thoughts of being rational left me. Anybody who is talking about a peep hole at four in the morning is not rational. I hurriedly dialed my brother, woke him up, told him to stay on the line while I snuck out the back door into the garage, and hopped into my car. I locked the doors and raced out of the garage. As I drove by the front of the house, there was nobody there. Ahhhhhhhh. . . . . .. I was so spooked I couldn't stop my leg from shaking, which was bad because you have to brake when driving. I drove like mad, and then I got mad and decided to turn around and see if someone was really trying to break in. I am all for justice being served, and I had my phone out ready to call the police. (Nobody scares me like that and gets away with it.) Luckily, nothing appeared to be amiss, and so I drove to my brother's house and fell into bed relieved from worry.

(This is perhaps the anticlimactic part) The next day we all went out to the house and checked everything out. It seemed okay. And since then I haven't heard the door whisperer again. However, I have also not stayed home alone again, nor will I ever in the future. I really don't care if people think I am a chicken, nothing is worth having to be home alone and hear the "Door Whisperer."