The Room-Walker

This story I will tell you can believe me or call me some nut-job that is your choice, but what I have been experiencing the past twelve years all comes from personal experience. It all begins back in 2009, I was 16, and my brother was 20, 21, and he and his boyfriend were living with my mother and me at the time. Our family supposidly has lots of history regarding the paranormal, hearing voices that we hear but others don't, seeing shadows around the corner only for them to disappear or catching something from the corner of our eyes, and then it vanishes, but this night was different.

My brother had a very old blackberry that he kept and read a lot about the paranormal and supernatural, and during the summer of 2009, he wanted to try and speak to our grandmother, who passed away in 1999. Using this blackberry, he dialed some number, nobody answered, and instead, all he heard was this weird pinging noise, like the sound when you strike something on glass, and you hear that loud echo afterward.

"Grandma is that you?" he says.

No response, but instead, all you hear is this ping noise growing louder and louder and louder. Now where my room is, there isn't a lot of wall between my brother and me so I can hear him and I am on the computer playing World of Warcraft scouring the frozen wastes of Northrend when suddenly I hear,

"STOP!!"

I turn around to my door, which is in the North corner of my room. I'm thinking to myself just how annoying it is to hear my brother yell, and I did not like it when he yelled, but I thought nothing of it, so I go back to playing but again...

"STOP!!!"

At this point, I'm starting to grow irritated, so I open the player menu to WOW and then get out of my chair and walk down the hall, turning left into my brother's room. I get in there demanding to know what the hell is he doing when he points to the blackberry on his bed. Nobody's calling, but it says a call is taking place, and all I hear is that pinging noise, and I tell my brother to knock it off and try later. My brother's boyfriend is standing arms crossed and agrees with me that he needs to turn that phone off to go to sleep because it was getting close to midnight, and my neighbors disliked loud noises, so my brother agrees and decides to go to bed. It's the next morning where strange things begin to happen.

I wake up and go to the bathroom to get ready for the day as usual. Looking in the mirror, I didn't notice anything until my brother's boyfriend pointed it out.

"Yo bud...where did you get those marks?" he says in a confused manner.

I look to him asking what marks when he gives me a mirror and says to look at my back, and there they were clear as day, four distinct marks on my back as if a bear had slashed me in the night, very fresh too. At this stage, I'm wondering how I got these marks, and I remembered that my brother's Boston Terrier Bam Bam always slept with me in bed, burrowing into the blankets and curling up between my legs; he always slept there. So I assumed that I slept on my stomach in my bed, and Bam Bam accidentally clawed me at night, and I didn't feel it.

"Bam Bam must've done it, his claws are sharp, we need to cut them." I tell my brother's boyfriend.

The rest of the day, I didn't try to think about the marks, but I felt them beginning to heat up. They're making my back itch like crazy, and the more I scratched at them, the redder they got. My brother continued his rants, yelling at his phone, asking if our grandmother was here trying to talk to us. As my brother continued, his boyfriend is beginning to believe that something strange was happening. Two years later, in the Winter of 2011, my brother was again yelling at his blackberry, and I still heard his yelling rants, but this time, he heard something.

"Hello?"

My brother's eyes lit up like the sun; he had heard somebody say hello on the phone. My brother's boyfriend also heard this vague hello, and he grew worried as well. My brother began to ask questions about what our grandmother was doing, where she was, and so forth. But all he kept getting was that high-pinging noise and the occasional hello, and my brother grew irritated and just hung up the phone. He was adamant that whoever was speaking to him was our grandmother, but as time passed, whatever this thing was, it was not our grandmother.