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It’s not noises.. but hope it counts as creepy!
My mom was big into ghosts and stuff (not something I believe in. I’m very skeptical of things that are unproven or that I don’t have data on) so I was sort of raised with creepy nonsense being pointed out.
We lived one place way out in the woods, not near any major roads or anything, smack in the middle of the property we had, and the back of our property butted the back of someone else’s property so there was just woods for several miles in that direction, no paths or roads or anything. I’d explored it several times because, well, that’s what kids do when they have nothing else to do. Trespass.
My mom did a bunch of digging into the history of our property and found out that the person who built it back in the 1850s or whatever had died in a fire out in the woodshed in the middle of winter after something caused the house to be uninhabitable for a period or something (i don’t recall the details but given what she unearthed about him, my bet was he was just a drunk and set the place on fire while passed out, either from a lantern or smoking, died of smoke inhalation before he woke up). He built the foundation of the place himself and left a handprint in the mortar between the boulders, I assume that’s why my mom latched on to him to explain any weird stuff. At one point she found a silver baby cup and decided it was his from childhood for some reason. Anyway she tried doing seances and stuff, had a creepy friend who was taking advantage of her, you know the drill.
My bedroom faced the back of the property, and for four nights shortly after one of these seances and around the anniversary of the guy dying, there were bright lights moving across the top of my bedroom walls for hours, like cars were repeatedly driving by, but the only major road out that way was a highway several miles away, and light from the roads had never come in my windows before. And this light was really bright. Like the cars were driving by a town lot. The motion was too smooth to be someone with a flashlight, it had to be cars. Never happened again that I’m aware of.
I still don’t know how it happened, but it was in winter so I have to assume something about the conditions that week made the light carry farther than normal, maybe reflections or something carrying light from a different direction, coupled with super dry winter air. Very creepy timing. Probably wouldn’t have stood out in my mind if it hadn’t happened so close together.