The House Had a Mind of Its Own
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G'day mates, it's BBuster here. And before the episode begins, I would just like to let you know that Be Scared, which is produced along with Studio 71, features scary stories from around the globe on a weekly basis that aim to fuel your nightmares with a smile. And if you enjoy the podcast, it would be great if you could hit that subscribe button and drop a review. But thanks for listening guys, and without further ado, let's begin.
I've lived in this building for twenty-two years, ever since my mother and I moved into the upper floors of this old brick townhouse. It's in one of those older sort of residential streets, and the place was renovated before we even bought it, with modern plumbing, new electrical wiring, and polished hardwood floors. But the original structure, it was still there underneath it all. The walls were pretty thick, the staircase narrow, and there was always this faint smell of old wood, dust, and something darker that seemed trapped beneath the layers of paint. For as long as I can remember, the activity here hasn't felt like a traditional haunting. There are no apparitions drifting through the hallways or voices calling from empty rooms or anything like that.
It's always been physical or tangible, but like something unseen was constantly trying to interact with the weight and the structure of the house. It became unbearable too when I was around thirteen, That was when the hallway started feeling wrong. It's hard to explain, but it was like the air itself felt sort of compressed. Walking from one room to another felt like moving through a space that was resisting you almost. It all started with the doors, in fact. Not random movements and not occasional creaks, but almost like testing. Every night the latches throughout the house they would begin clicking one after another. It would always start at the back door near the kitchen, moving to the hallway closet, and finally reach my bedroom door.
The sound always followed the same pattern too, like something was slowly learning how each lock worked. The kitchen has always been the center of it, though, and And last Tuesday, my mother was standing at the counter making some tea. The house was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of traffic outside, like always. She was completely calm. Not thinking about anything unusual, when the tall pantry door beside her suddenly just swung open. Not slowly as well, but violently. It slammed against its hinges like something had thrown its entire weight into it from the inside. She froze. Then every ceramic mug sitting on the drying rack began vibrating like crazy. Not shaking too, but vibrating, yeah.
The mugs blurred slightly as they trembled against the counter. Then one by one they started sliding toward the edge. But they didn't fall. Each one stopped exactly within an inch from the drop. My mother stood there for several seconds staring at them, and Then she walked out of the kitchen and she didn't turn around. That became our rule years ago. If something happens, you just leave the room. You don't challenge it, you don't ask questions, you don't give it your attention. But the strangest part is that it doesn't seem attached to the house. It sort of follows us really. Like three years ago I stayed with a friend at her family's cabin in the Appalachian Mountains. It was a newer building, only about fifteen years old, surrounded by forest.
There was nothing old about the place, nothing that should have had history anyway, if it Then around two in the morning I woke up to the strangest sound.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:00–5:48
2
How did the house’s strange nightly latch clicks begin and what did they feel like?
5:48–13:42
3
What happened when the pantry door slammed shut and the mugs started vibrating?
13:42–20:25
4
Why did the narrator believe the house’s activity was following them beyond the walls?
20:25–20:36
5
What was the unsettling experience with the lifting bedside table at the cabin?
20:36–27:13
6
How did the dust spiral pattern on the coffee table change the narrator’s theory?
27:13–30:10
7
What does the narrator think the house is really doing – haunting or studying?
30:10–39:36
8
How did the family’s apartment experiences mirror the house’s strange behavior?
39:36–45:10