My old house was a literal ghost highway and I didn't even know

So like. I just found out the house I used to live in was the SAME HOUSE my friend lived in before. Wild right.

Okay so the place was huge. It was set up weird, like downstairs had two units but ours basically connected both so it felt like one massive house. And whenever I was home alone I'd get this feeling. Not like "oh the house is big and empty" but like. Genuinely cold. Creepy cold.

My brother's room we literally called "the freezer." Winter? You'd be SCARED to go in there. The cold coming off it was insane. But here's where it gets fucked. The boiler was running fine, the floor was so hot it was basically steaming, but his room corner had this damp freezing feeling anyway. Like that specific moisture-cold combo. I grew up in an old countryside house where icicles formed INSIDE and I'm still traumatized but this was different.

I could see ghosts as a kid. Sleep paralysis hit me constantly. But THIS house? The sounds I heard there were on another level.

We were top floor, we owned the roof. Zero reason for ANYONE to be up there at 2-3am. No kids in the building except one little girl who could barely walk.

But I'd wake up. Not see anything. Just HEAR someone running on the roof. Thump. THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP THUMP. The footsteps kept getting faster and faster until it wasn't even footsteps anymore, just this horrible warbling sound like... like in cartoons when someone's feet spin into a tornado? That's what it sounded like. And I heard it multiple times.

One summer I had my window screens up, studying for an exam, and I swear I heard someone outside going "come down..... come here..... come down..... come down....."

I didn't think it was a friend calling someone. My whole body got goosebumps. That voice was calling ME. I looked outside. Nothing. So I'm like okay I imagined it. But then in the same empty air it happens again. "Come here..... come down....." ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

And here's the thing about sound right? When people talk you can usually pinpoint where it's coming from. But this? This was coming from NOWHERE. The air itself. And below my window was a traditional Korean house where a family I knew lived. Their kids were babies. They wouldn't be awake at that hour anyway. I asked the next day and yeah, they were all asleep.

But I FELT like that voice was calling me. I literally ran out of my room and glued myself to my mom and I couldn't study or sleep that whole night.

THEN. A shaman moved into the villa next door on our floor. Female shaman. She'd be laughing by herself, crying by herself. One time I was showering and her laugh came through so hard I literally bolted out of the shower screaming.

She always laughed when I was in there. But one day she was full-on wailing. Like devastated crying. And I muttered a curse under my breath like "this bitch is always doing this weird shit and making everyone uncomfortable."

Except. I was alone in the bathroom.

Someone touched my right arm and right thigh. Slowly. Deliberately. ;;;;;;;;;;;

I jumped out covered in soap. And when I looked in the mirror my right arm and right thigh were bright red. Scratched. Like fingernail marks. They didn't fade for days. ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Next day at school I'm telling my friend (the one who USED to live in my house) about the creepy laughing shaman neighbor, the weird voice calling me down, and show her these scratches. And she's like "wait. That shaman place. You mean...?"

Yeah it was the shaman's place.

And THEN she tells me about her sister.

So the layout was like this: our bathroom window faced their bathroom window. Different angles though. If you stand at OUR bathroom window you can see theirs. But the second you open OUR bathroom door, all you see is the red brick wall.

One night her sister was up studying around 2am and got stomach cramps. Ran to the bathroom. And through the window she makes direct eye contact with some random man in THEIR bathroom. Super awkward moment right. She laughs nervously. He just stares. Blank. No expression.

She leaves. 30 minutes later she thinks okay he's probably gone now. Goes back in. Looks out.

Just. A wall. Nothing else.

After that her sister couldn't use that bathroom for days. She switched to the other one in the house.

Oh and her sister's bedroom? That WAS my bedroom.

And she saw and heard weird shit constantly too.

There was this girl at our school with some spiritual sensitivity. She walks past me in the hallway one day and just goes "your bedroom is a ghost hallway." ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

I got SO MAD. Like what is she even saying.

"There's a shaman place near your house right? Your bedroom is where the ghosts pass through to get there." ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

She'd never been to my house. Never seen it. But she walked past me, said that, and tapped my right shoulder and the small of my back twice as she left.

And I swear it felt like she was brushing off a swarm of ghosts that had been sitting there.

I literally cried that day. ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ