This story takes place in Fargo, ND in a house that was built in 1901. It was (and still is) an absolutely beautiful home. The living and entertaining spaces on the main level and the bedrooms and bathroom were upstairs. Of course it had a basement. That was surprisingly ok. The part that gave me the creeps was the closet in my room. The room was huge, with two windows facing the south and a closet next to them and a closet on the other side of the room. The one on the other side of the room had a door. The one next to the windows did not.
We had two cats at the time, Winston and Cadillac. The ex has custody of Cadillac and Winston is no longer on this Earth (Rest in Peace, my sweet boy) for those of you who may wonder why its “at the time” and not presently. So, back to the story. The ex had relocated to Wyoming and I was living and working in Fargo, doing house upkeep and such. I really hated the one closet and so did Cadillac. Winston didn’t seem to mind much but Caddy really hated that room in general. When the ex was home, she slept in his room with him. When he wasn’t home, they both slept with me. The closet just seemed dark and creepy, even with the light on. I didnt store much in there. I tried going in there as little as possible as my body went into “fight or flight” mode. Spine tingling, hair raising on the back of my neck, etc. Cadillac would hiss at the closet at night, which is always a fun sound. In the middle of the night. In the dark.
I dont know for sure what, if anything, was in the closet because I moved out after 2.5 years but it creeped me out and the cats did not like it.