BYT G-G-G-G-Ghost Stories: *repeat repeat and the Ghost Downstairs
Megan | Oct 10, 2017 | 9:00AM |

October is my favorite month out of the year, because it gives me a (slightly) more valid excuse to ask people about their experiences with ghosts. I’m fascinated by the supernatural (in like, a healthy, non-paralyzing or obsessive way); on the one hand, it’s often spooky AF (and spooky can be fun), but on the other, it reinforces the idea that there might be something more than meets the eye when it comes to life and death. 

Yoke Lore kicked off our spook season last week, and this time around we’ll hear from *repeat repeat’s Jared Corder about some unexplained happenings in his childhood home in suburban Arizona. The band will open for Neon Trees at Bowery Ballroom tonight, so grab tickets, DL a copy of their new record Floral Canyon here, and be sure to follow *repeat repeat on FB, IG and Twitter for all the latest updates. And now, from Jared:

“I grew up in the suburbs of Gilbert, Arizona. My family has a house (and still do) that was one of the cookie-cutter 5-bedroom, white and tan gems of the southwest. We lived in a really safe (see: boring & white) neighborhood. A cul-de-sac, a few man-made lakes, two greenbelts and one-way-in one-way-out was my everyday. Nothing too exciting, nothing dangerous, nothing ever spooky.

When I was twelve, my great-grandmother moved into the house with us and took the bedroom downstairs. Everyone else’s room was upstairs, and her health was deteriorating, so she was able to have a hospital bed and a nurse come by her side in private. After a few months, she ended up passing early in the morning in the makeshift hospital in the house. As they were prepping her body to be taken to the morgue, I remember peeking through the crack of the door, knowing what I would see but not really expecting it at the same time. It didn’t really change me, seeing her lifeless body, but I can still recall how I felt.

A few years later when I turned sixteen, I decided I wanted to move downstairs and have some more privacy.

I grew up in a big family, and having your own bedroom was reserved for older kids like myself. I had a crappy car, a license, and my own room. I was ready for anything. I hadn’t experienced anything too weird in the room for a few months, but then once in a long while I would be rolling around in bed unable to sleep, and out of nowhere I would hear “SHHH”. It spooked me, but it was always so quick that I thought I was making it up, and so I would just pull the covers over my head and not tell anyone.

My room had a single window which was adjacent to our backgate, which we left unlocked at all times. It was mid-July, and with a bunch of kids in the house, and it being summer in Arizona, we always had neighbor kids and family friends letting themselves in the house for sleepovers or pool parties or whatever.

I had just come home from work, and it was around 3am. I was unwinding and getting ready for bed. It was silent in the house. Right as I was about to turn out the light I heard a loud rattle of knuckles on my window. It was loud enough that it made me jump. I assumed it was one of our friends coming by to raid the fridge or see one of my siblings. As I was about to go check the living room to see who was coming over so late the power went out in the house. There was no storm. It was a clear night. I was getting freaked out at this point. Before I had time to convince myself that it was just a power surge, the smoke alarm started going off in the entire house.

I ran upstairs to get my folks, and they came downstairs to see what was up. By the time they came downstairs the smoke alarm had stopped but it was still pitch dark. My Dad went outside, our breakers hadn’t been tampered with, and the other houses on our street had power. There was no smoke in the house and no one was in the house except us. The gate hadn’t been opened and within an hour the power had come back on. Why the audible tap on my window? The power outage AND the smoke alarms? After that I never experienced anything weird in the room again.

I don’t really believe in ghosts (Kristyn does), but to this day I’ve never been able to explain what happened in that room, and sounds I had heard before that event.”

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