Hell House: Nails in the DoorThe summer of 2002 my grandma died, my parents moved us into her house

Hell House: Nails in the Door

The summer of 2002 my grandma died, my parents moved us into her house and began making repairs, gutting it of her things, and redecorating. One day during this process my dad pulled me and my mom down into the basement to show us what our grandma had done to the back door. It was nailed shut all the way around the 3 sides that weren’t hinged, with at least 50 nails. After some discussion, Dad decided to remove the nails.

A few months later he got tired of waking up to find the back door wide open and the dog barking out at the forest, so he got a deadbolt lock for the door… It didn’t work. He ended up needing three deadbolts and a bracer to keep that door from opening on its own. To this day I still have nightmares of walking into the basement to find the back door open and the forest’s vines and branches reaching in with a deep breathing and drumming sound. I have this nightmare at least once a week.