As they appear

r/nosleep The house was defiantly a fixer upper. You could tell no one has lived here in years. Inches of dust on everything, my wife walked in and immediately turned around and walked out! She could not believe I had just pumped almost all our life’s savings into a shit hole like this place. I could see things she couldn't though. This place had real potential! So much needed to be done, but so much had already been done for us! It was a lot like getting through a maze with broken plaster, holes in the walls and floor boards up all over the place. It took quite a bit of convincing, but after June took a drive to cool off she came home with a smile, finally ready to come inside.

I of course showed her the kitchen first. She a baker and this seemed to be the only place they completed in the renovation. June loves to cook for me. I just knew this grand kitchen would brighten her spirits. Which it did. Now if only the tour of the rest of the house went as well as the presenting of the kitchen...she hated ALL THE ROOMS, and wouldn't step foot in the basement. I don’t blame her, It had a weird smell coming from down their...I was not ready to investigate in front of her. This would give my wife even more ammunition to hate our new home.

Later that evening I was setting up the TV and cable when I could hear a child’s voice screaming, I asked my wife, she did not hear what I heard. I chased this noise all over the house. It kind of disappeared after a while, which made me think I was turning crazy.

Hours later dead asleep in my bed I’m awoken by the same familiar screams I heard earlier that night. I knew then I was NOT CRAZY this noise is coming from somewhere, and I had to investigate future! As I creped threw the house the screams seemed to be coming from several place. I was having a hard time pin pointing where exactly I heard it. The stairs made a lot of noise as I tried to carefully lurk down them. I made it to the kitchen and the noise kind of disappeared. As I turned around my wife was suddenly standing in front of me, I didn't even hear her come down the squeaky stairs. I asked her, "June you can't hear that? Tell me I’m not a nut bag, I hear screaming in this house." With her puffy eyes from sleeping she yawned, "No Joey I do NOT hear anything." This made me even more determined to figure out WHAT I WAS HEARING. After some convincing my wife was able to wrangle me back in bed.

The next morning I woke up and could not find my wife anywhere. I searched the entire house, as I approached the basement, I could faintly hear that SAME screaming I heard the same day before, as I slowly opened the door I was slapped in the face with that same musty smell of the basement as before, and the screams seemed to get louder. I searched the ceiling for a light chain, as soon as I tugged the light on, MY WIFE WAS STANDING THERE in front of my face smiling. "June, what the hell are you doing down here in the dark? You scared the shit out of me" she simply relied "Starting laundry, I just turned the light off Joey. I wasn’t in the dark." And then all at once the screams stopped, I exclaimed “JUNE YOU SWARE YOU DIDN’T HEAR THAT?” “No, Joey. You’re starting to annoy me, with these mysterious child screams you’re hearing, this house is obviously haunted and we should move.” “Not happening June, I will find out where the screams are coming from, I know I heard them. I’m not crazy.”

Later that night June was in the kitchen making dinner and I’ll be damned, those screams were back!! I ran to the kitchen, “LISTEN JUNE, LISTEN! DO YOU HEAR THAT??” “No.” she snapped. I couldn’t believe she couldn’t hear what I was hearing; it was so loud and piercing.I searched around the house for a few hours but I didn’t find any haunted children floating around. At this point I’m fed up. I stormed up the stairs like a child throwing a tantrum and locked myself in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought…did I really move my wife and myself into a house that is haunted, all the convincing, all the promises I gave her, and it turns out to be a screaming house!? This could not be happening. There was NO WAY my wife was right about this house.

A few min later, sure enough they were back, howling and screaming and crying. I knew the screams now, almost like a recording I was hearing over and over again. I could not be this crazy! That night as I was lying in my bed, again sleeping only to be awoken by those dam screams!! I was pissed, fiery mad. These children have had me searching all over the house for 3 days now. I was miserable, tired and determined to prove to my wife the house was perfectly safe...or was I really trying to convince myself. Well as I roll out of bed half asleep, I by mistake grab my wife’s robe. Not thinking much of it I wipe it on so I could hurry down the stairs before the screams could stop. I was going to find them this time!! It was like they were following me around the house. They seemed closer to me than ever before.

As I approach the basement door, I took a deep breath. I could hear the screams like they were standing next to me. I wrapped my hands around the basement door knob and slowly opened. Hit in the face with that same musty smell, I fumbled to find the damn light chain, and tugged it on as soon as I felt it. The screams had not changed. I slowly walked down the stairs it seemed to take all night to get to the bottom. As I approached the washer and dryer where my wife had been earlier that day I braced myself to turn the corner. I placed my hand on my hip like I was a cop, grabbing my gun…but there was no gun. And that’s when I felt it. Cool to the touch, right there in my wife’s robe pocket, A TAPE DECK! I whipped it out of her pocket; I WAS HOLDING THE SCREMS I HAD BEEN HEARING FOR DAYS! I opened the tape deck and in it read a tape labeled “Haunted Mansion”. I hate my wife.