My Grandma’s Spooky Garage


My Grandma’s Spooky Garage



After I posted my flashback post yesterday, about my My Grandma’s Haunted House, there was some interest in hearing more.

This then is a true story I posted on August 11, 2014, about my Grandma’s Spooky Garage.

Most of these happened when I was a kid, and I’d be over there at her house.



Have you ever felt like an unseen presence was watching you? You get that creepy feeling, maybe your hair stands up on the back of your neck, or you get hyper sensitive of any stealthy noises? Your ears want to hear something, anything, but you don’t…you just feel an overwhelming need to leave where you are. You are being watched. You don’t know who it is…or what it is, but you can sense they are there.

I have had this feeling lots of times. The most frequent was at my Grandma’s house…the one from my previous story. I could feel someone or something watching me in that back bedroom, which was scary, but the strongest feeling of this was in the garage. It was an old wooden and stucco outbuilding, right by the house. It was big enough for one car, and some items hanging on the walls on either side. The floor was just dirt, and there were two doors you’d have to open to get the car inside or out…no automatic garage door on this old place. The whole structure seemed kind of rickety, and there was always a musty smell, of old dirt and car parts. Nothing sinister, just the usual homeowner’s garage filled with tools, and other items.

However, if you went further into the garage, there was another door. Back behind where the car was parked, was a flimsy door. When in that little back room you could feel the weirdness. It didn’t look very strange, just a bunch of canning jars, and miscellaneous stored items, some junk from the house being stored. My cousin and I would always beg to go prowl around in there, though, mainly because it was spooky, and we liked to look at all the stuff.

The very best part, we thought, was an antique trunk. It must have belonged to some long lost relative, I don’t know, but it had all kinds of interesting things in there to look at. There were clothes from a bygone era, mementos, and a strange little box with this person’s hair in it…sort of a long tress of brown and gray, tied with a ribbon. It was fascinating!

Just as we’d get really into our discoveries, though we’d get spooked, because we could definitely feel/sense that we were being watched. Maybe it was the original owner of the trunk, but we never saw anyone…ghost or otherwise. We’d try to stick it out and keep looking, but it never failed, there would come a point where we had to run, run as fast as we could out of there, before the unseen entity grabbed at us.

I went in there lots of times by myself, even when I was told not to, but I couldn’t resist. I never knew what ever happened to that old trunk when my Grandma moved away. Wish I did.

Do you ever get the creepy, being watched feeling?

One more note: Later on, after I was grown up, when my Grandma would go out of town, she’d ask me to come over to water plants, get the mail, and just check that all was okay with the house while she was gone. I would do it, but I’ll tell you what…I did it in a hurry, because being in that quiet house all by myself, was almost too much to take. I could feel the watcher’s eyes on me the whole time!

There is one more story I can remember about strange things that happened in her house. I’ll post it tomorrow.

Thanks for reading my true ghost stories! Later I’ll tell you some things that happened in my own houses over the years!


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

15 responses »

    • Thanks, Alice! That’s interesting to come across people who are moving out because of the feelings they get from a house. I get it, though. Have you ever felt any kind of presence in the houses?

      • This is a post I wrote on my real estate blog, but to answer your question, yes I have been in homes that I felt unexplained feelings. Actually, I have a story that I wrote many years ago but not yet posted about a house. Maybe the right time is coming. But so many folks have things going on so there has to be something to it.

      • Thanks so much for the link, Alice! It was interesting to read about. I’d love to hear your story, too. I don’t know what exactly it is, but when you get that certain feeling, you definitely know it.

      • Oh, I remember that my aunt & uncle moved into a rent house one year, as they waited for their new house to be built. They only stayed a couple of days, because of the creepy feeling in that rent house. I should ask her more about it. It was years ago.

    • Thanks, Crystal!
      I’m not sure how old my Grandma’s house and garage was, but it was there when I was a kid, and that was 1950. I don’t know how long they’d lived there before then.
      I would love to hear some stories of your 100 year old house, and what you’ve experienced there. 🙂

  1. Quite the spooky tale! I can’t say I’ve experienced such stuff…correction I do recall a few incidents where it felt like someone sat on the edge of my bed at night or a sense the covers were being scrunched up. That was a bit weird but I looked turned to logical reasoning s blaming my over active imagination on these things. Interesting post. Thanks for sharing!

    • Thanks, Cathy!
      There are so many unexplained things that happen. Your experience of something/someone not seen on the edge of your bed is definitely one of them. I’ve heard of this happening, but I’ve never had that one before. I’m sure it was unsettling for you at the time, and we do always try to rationalize and try to make it seem just a funny thing that happened. Thanks for sharing your memory of that time. 🙂

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