Terrifying Untold True Ghost Stories | Listener Submitted

The following ghost story was sent to us by Jillian in Barre, Vermont.

My name is Jillian.

In the winter of 1982, I was 12 years old, living with my family in Barre, Vermont.

That was the year my grandmother came to stay with us.

She couldn't take care of herself anymore, and my mother wouldn't hear of a nursing home.

So we pushed the couch against the wall and set up a bed for her in the living room, right in front of the TV.

She didn't talk much by then.

Most days she would just lay there and watch whatever was on.

Nights weren't much different for her either.

I'd wake up some time after midnight to a sound coming from down the hallway.

Some nights it was static, and some nights it was the national anthem, which stations used to play right before they signed off.

In the beginning, I would get up to turn it off.

Gram would be laying there with her eyes open, staring at the screen.

I would call out to her, but she would never look at me.

I would shut the TV off, and she would just keep staring at the spot where the picture had been.

After a while, I stopped getting up.

I'd lie in bed listening to the static, and eventually I'd fall back asleep.

One night in March, I woke up and the house was quiet.

There was no static, no anthem.

Nothing at all.

I don't know why that bothered me more, but it did.

I got out of bed and started down the hall.

I was halfway to the living room when I heard it.

A slow, wet rattle, like someone trying to breathe through water.

I didn't know what it was.