Another haunting image from my childhood involved the staircase in my old house in Texas. The house had two staircases, one by the entrance of the house and one more secluded by the kitchen. Obviously, there was nothing scary about the kitchen staircase, but the one in the front was a large, almost spiral staircase. It lead to a landing, then a hallway, then right into my room.
(Here is the actual staircase. I took this from the real estate listing the house recently had.)
From where my bed was, I could see right to the top of the staircase. If there was ever a night where I left the door open, I would imagine just what could be coming up those stairs. Granted, whatever it was could have easily gone into either if my sister's rooms, but children's logic dictates otherwise.
Now, I thought anything could have come up those stairs. One of the more ridiculous notions was an evil robot Bugs Bunny after a night at Six Flags. There was also a time where I sat on the stairs in the middle of the night and scared my mom half to death. I still don't know how or why I ended up on those stairs.
But one night, something did come up the stairs...a very common sight is a shadow. Just a nondescript shadowy human shape. That night, this shadow came into my room and sat at the edge of my bed. I can't be sure for how long, but it was long enough to remember. It only happened the one time. Even remembering it now, I've got goosebumps.
There are always stairs, but most of the time they are certainly not scary, but you might not always know where they're going or who or what will be coming up them...
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