Dad Buys Shed From Garage Sale, Stops Cold When He Discovers Message On Wall 

Creepy

He quickly grabbed his phone from the floor, desperate to get out of there. Suddenly, in the dim light, the shed seemed almost creepy to him. But just as he was about to head for the door, something caught his eye.

He hadn’t noticed the writing on the wall before. He slowly crept closer, curious by the blue scribble. He squinted down at it, but he could barely read what it said.

A Better Look

He used to flash on his phone to get a better look at it, “Beware of the,” He mumbled to himself, finding it harder than expected to read the messy handwriting. What on earth did it say? He tried again.

“Beware of the ghosts,” He managed to make out, a shiver ran down his spine as he read it aloud, “They hate it when we watch CSI: New York. No joke,” He gasped and took a step back.

He Didn’t Believe In Ghosts 

Devin had never been the type to believe in ghosts, but something about the writing on the wall and the atmosphere in the shed made his skin crawl. He had to get out of there. 

Devin rushed out of the shed. This time, he made sure that the door was closed. Walking back into his house, he locked the door behind him. Suddenly, he felt strangely afraid. What on earth was going on?

Distracting Himself 

It took some time, but after taking a seat on the couch for a bit, he managed to shake it off. He decided to distract himself by making dinner. He wanted to get an early night, after all, he had a lot of work to do in the morning. 

He had his dinner and watched TV for a few hours before he decided to head to bed. Little did he know what was in store for him.

Getting Ready For Bed

As he brushed his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, his mind went back to what he saw in the shed. Now that he was removed from the situation, he felt slightly less afraid. 

However, he couldn’t deny that it was freaky. He got changed into his night clothes and hopped into bed. There was nothing he enjoyed more than sleeping after a long day. 

Bed Time

It was 11 p.m. and Devin was just drifting off when he suddenly heard the odd sound. His eyes shot open. There was a loud bang coming from outside. Frowning, he turned on his back.

He waited to hear the sound again, wondering what it could be. Then he heard it again. What on earth was going on? He remained still in his bed.

More Sounds

He was about to get up and investigate when he suddenly heard an even weirder sound. It sounded like a long, loud screech. This time, it sounded like it was coming from his yard.

He sat up at the sound, suddenly terrified. But then, he heard what sounded like footsteps. His mind instantly went back to what he saw in the shed. It sounded like the noises were coming from the back corner of his yard, right where he’d left the shed. 

He Had To Investigate

Small beads of sweat began to form across his forehead as he pushed the covers from his body. He kept trying to remind himself that ghosts weren’t real, but he was scared. 

He slowly got out of bed, careful not to make any sounds as he walked across his bedroom floor. He had to investigate the sounds, or else, he wouldn’t be able to get to bed. 

Screeching

Pushing his bedroom door open, he slipped into the hallway, he could still hear the screeching from where he walked. It was sinister and scary, and he needed answers. 

He slowly made his way to the kitchen and glanced out of a window that faced the backyard. He squinted into the dark, trying to catch a glimpse of the shed. When he saw it, his blood ran cold.

Wide Open 

The door, which he had closed on his way out, was wide open. The sounds were coming from the shed. All Devin could think about was the writing on the wall. Surely ghosts couldn’t be real, right?

Then he remembered the old man that had sold it to him. Was this why the shed was so cheap? Why had they left it on an abandoned property? He needed answers.

Distractions 

He spent the entire night sitting in his living room with the television on. He had to distract himself from the horror in his backyard. He was terrified as he waited for daylight. 

He had taken the old man’s number, and he was going to call him as soon as 8 a.m. rolled around. He needed answers, and he assumed the old man would have them. If the man didn’t have a reasonable explanation for this, he would call the police. 

The Next Morning 

Eventually, morning rolled around. Devin’s eyes were wide and bloodshot as he stared at the small screen before him. He was hesitant to dial the number. He felt like he’d gone mad since finding the writing on the wall.

He had never been the type to believe in ghosts, but now, he’d changed his mind. Too many unexplainable things had happened. He had to speak to the old man.

The Call

He took a deep breath as he called the man. It took a few seconds, but eventually, he answered the phone. “Hello, this is Harold,” He said cheerfully. That’s when Devin began explaining the situation. 

As soon as he mentioned the words on the wall, Harold let out a laugh. “Oh, that. You must excuse that. My grandchildren like to pull pranks on each other. When we still had the shed in our yard, they wrote stuff like that to scare one another.”

Devin let out a deep breath at the explanation, but that didn’t explain the strange sounds. “I forgot to mention yesterday. The wooden frame of the door is broken, it swings open constantly and makes these horrible sounds,” Harold added.

An Explanation 

Devin felt beyond silly as the man explained this to him. All along, he had been scared of nothing but a broken door. He thanked the man before hanging up.

In the weeks that followed, Devin managed to fix the shed up nicely, and once he fixed the door, it never made those sounds again. Months passed, and Devin still told his friends about the night he thought he had a ghost in his shed. It was his favorite story to tell.

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