The Boy Inside the Antique Wardrobe
Do you have a terrifying true story that sounds like something out of a horror movie? Home-made Creepypasta is now accepting submissions!
Do you have a terrifying true story that sounds like something out of a horror movie?
Home-made Creepypasta is now accepting submissions! Share your eerie, unexplained, or downright chilling encounters in the comments below…
The Boy Inside the Antique Wardrobe
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend who lived inside an old, towering antique wardrobe in my bedroom. It had been in the family for generations—heavy, dark wood with ornate carvings, and a strange, lingering scent of something stale and forgotten. I would sit in front of it for hours, whispering through the doors, listening to the muffled voice that whispered back.
I don’t remember what he told me. Only that he told me things. Stories, maybe. Warnings. Secrets. I don’t know. But I do remember his name.
One night at dinner, I casually mentioned him to my dad. My mom barely reacted—she had heard all about my "imaginary friend" before. But my dad froze, his fork clattering against his plate. His face drained of color.
“What did you say his name was?” he asked, his voice oddly tight.
I shrugged. “Peter. Or Patrick. Something like that.”
I’ll never forget the way he looked at my uncle across the table, a silent exchange that passed between them, heavy with something I didn’t understand. Neither of them spoke another word about it that night.
The next morning, my dad and my uncle carried the wardrobe outside. Without a single explanation, they doused it in gasoline and set it ablaze. The flames roared higher than I expected, higher than seemed natural, as if the wood was soaked in something far more flammable than gasoline alone.
Years later, I found out why.
When my dad and uncle were kids, they had the same friend. The same imaginary boy who lived inside that very same wardrobe.
At first, it was harmless—just whispers in the dark, a quiet companion in the lonely hours of the night. But then, my uncle started having night terrors. He would wake up screaming, swearing that Peter (or Patrick) was standing over his bed, watching him, grinning. His sleep became a battleground, filled with twisted dreams of the wardrobe doors creaking open by themselves, of something crawling out.
One night, my uncle woke up gasping, clutching at his throat, his sheets twisted around his body like grasping hands. He swore he could feel cold fingers pressing into his skin, could hear Peter’s voice, right in his ear.
They moved him out of the room after that.
For a while, things got better. The nightmares stopped. But the wardrobe stayed.
Until I was born. Until I inherited the room.
Until the boy in the wardrobe started whispering again.
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Spooky! I'm glad they burned the wardrobe.!