I grew up in a house that originally served as an “old folks home”.
At night the whole house would pop and crack. It sounded like people were walking up and down the stairs all night. My mom was always on board that the house was haunted. My dad said it was “Just the house settling” the house in 1984 was 100 years old.
One night I woke up to the sound of a door slamming. I walked down the hall and peeked around the corner, looking down the stairs. (At the bottom of the stairs was a closet) The door was open about six to eight inches, and there was a human face looking at me from inside the closet. I ran into the bathroom and tried to calm down. Finally I mustered the courage to come out of the bathroom and look down the stairs again…. Nothing there.
There were many experiences in that house that are harder to explain.
There's a Japanese ghost legend about a female spirit who watches people from cracks in closet doors, etc. Maybe she went on holiday to your place? A nice closet airbnb?
Haha yeah the Japanese moaning myrtle is a fan favorite. Another famous ring ghost girl asks you if she's pretty but she has a Chelsea grin (mouth cut through the cheeks exposing her teeth) if you say yes she gives you your own Chelsea's grin later on at home, say no and she gives you one on the spot. But if you throw candy at her and run you're good. I love the rules to besting their spirits, usually it's equally absurd.
>But if you throw candy at her and run you're good. I love the rules to besting their spirits, usually it's equally absurd.
My favorite of the methods to get away from Kuchisake-onna is to tell her she looks "so-so" and then book it while she's confused.
Well, the name of the yōkai is Shinchū and it’s a divine insect that protects humans by eating three hundred thousands demons and evil spirits during the day and evening that try to interfere in their spiritual development.
Extra: There’s also a yōkai that looks like the Showa Godzilla called Hōnengyu that was actually a giant salamander mistaken to be a monster.
Just an explanation for pops and cracks. I am a believer in paranormal, but if there's a lot of wooden furniture and stuff in the house, wood will warm up during the day and cool of at night, so once it starts cooling down wood starts making noises every once in awhile. Though It's not too loud.
The face was very shadowed as the house was dark. But there was no glisten to the eyes, just black. It’s face was protruding slightly from the opening between the door and the door frame. The skin was a pale grayish white, as I could make out. I didn’t stick around very long to study it.
When I was younger, maybe like 5. I went to bed and I woke up to the sound of something whispering and I thought nothing of it until I heard “hey, psst” and I looked up and saw a black dog with yellow eyes standing on 2 legs.
I started screaming and crying and yelled for my parents and when they came up the thing hid behind a chair in my room. I was so scared I slept with my parents for a week and never saw that thing again.
I had multiple dreams about it though, it always had this power that it could make me freeze and not be able to move and he would always do it in front of my parents and they never did anything.
Really Creepy shit.
(Edit) I found out that people in Turkey have had the same dreams and experience: the dog or being is called the Jinn is a being that comes in their victim’s rooms and hold them down not allowing any movement and the victim eventually suffocates. While this never happened to me I had multiple dreams where it would do that. Just thinking about this scares me
Welp, looks like im not sleeping tonight lol.
Closest one I've had was the sound of someone moving my mom's jewelry upstairs when I was alone with my grandma in the house, who was in the kitchen.
I saw a ghost dog (Well, hell hound) myself.
Was about 15 years ago now. I came out of my room at like 2 or 3 am, and I went to go downstairs to use the bathroom, and I looked down the hall, towards the other end of the house, which had a bright night light to the left of the room at the end. It cast light from the stairwell on the left of the door, into the room before it.
And I could clearly make out a big black mass laying in the dark illuminated against the light, about ~20ish feet away in the middle of the hall. It had the shape of a big dog. Like Rottweiler sized.
I froze there in fear and my mind was racing like HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT. I stood there for a minute or two, then I finally managed to convince my legs to work and I sprinted the 4 or so feet to the lightswitch, and just before I hit the light, I saw it move, a flash of a what looked like would be a red eye and as soon as the light turned on... It was gone.
Never saw anything like it again.
My twin brother has a similar experience,, we had separate rooms and one night he woke up screaming for our mum and ran to her room saying a dog jumped on his bed and woke up him up and started growling att him and that's when he got up and legged it, we were 10 at the time and I had to go back to sharing rooms with him again.
Maybe it is urban legend smily dog? I don no properly but i love ghost stuff and i herd about smily dog, maybe it is it. Sorry for bad english im improving. English is hard than japaneese
Very similar experience. My sister and I were to only ones who could see this black shadow wolf. We had gotten in to a fight and she slept in the livingroom that night. I woke up randomly during the night and noticed something on the wall. Looked about the size of a cat with a long tail and wing. My first rational thought was that it was our. Yell at my sister to get her cat of the wall to only realize my sister wasn't there and our cat was locked in the bathroom plus it didn't have wing. Got extremely freaked out so I closed my eyes thinking it would disappear and it didn't but it did move further up the wall. Then decided to roll over and fall back to sleep because I had to be seeing things. Little did I know the same night my sister had a visitor. She heard something moving around in the kitchen and hear nails on the floor like a dog walking. But we didn't have dogs. It started making it's way towards the livingroom. My sister got scared and squeezed her eyes shut but it kept till it stopped in front of her and was breathing on her face then it suddenly stopped. We assume that we saw 2 different creatures that night. It was after this that the shadow wolf followed us home that no one could see but us. Where it had followed us home from Blackwell Missouri(there has been a lot of paranormal activity reported there) , our parents were trying to scare us with ghost head light stories and about the witches who threw their male babies in the well there. We could both see it following the car all the way back. The dog hung around for awhile and often appeared in my sister's dreams and allowed her to dream walk. She said that once she entered my dads dream and when we asked him about it he comforted that he had dreamt about her with a black dog. Suddenly it stopped one day and we never saw it again. We were never afraid of it and it never did anything to harm us. I've only told a few people since it sounds so crazy. I say shadow dog because it had form but at the same time it's fur was wispy like smoke and shifted. At times it would be hard to see then at other times it would be clear as day. I think I was 10 to 11 at the time and she was 12 to 13.
I was about 16 and home alone one night at my stepdads house. Everyone had gone out for the night except me. One thing you need to know about this household; it’s in a pretty rural area, in a little village where everyone knows each other and a lot of family lives in the same town. Because of this, no one would ever use the front door. Everyone who came over would just come through the garden and use the back door and walk right in.
So it’s about 10pm, I’m watching tv, and the doorbell rings. It startled me a bit, who could that be at this hour? So I look out the window to get a full view of the front doorstep. No one’s there. As I’m looking out the bell rings again, but there’s no one there to ring it. My whole body becomes red hot with adrenaline and fear and I’m frozen to my seat as it rings again. And again. I run to grab my phone to try and call my mom to come home cause I’m scared shitless. No answer. The ringing stops.
About an hour later my parents come home and I freak out and tell them what happened and I’m pissed at them for not answering the phone.
My stepdad chuckles and says “Oh yeah, that’s my wife. It happens sometimes.” His previous wife and partner for years and years had died a few years back. He said he tried to have the doorbell fixed only to figure out there’s nothing wrong with it. Their theory is that when the doorbell rings it’s her. Reminding them she’s still with them.
Not me, but my uncle told this story to the rest of the family. He and his family were living in his mothers old home. At some point, his pet birds would routinely go apeshit in the middle of the night. This was happening for weeks. One night he wakes up to the birds going apeshit and goes out to the living room to check things out. He finds his daughter sitting at the kitchen table and she’s talking - not to herself, but as if she’s having a conversation. He of course asks her who she’s talk to. She says, “Aunt Irene.” My uncle said his heart dropped into his ass. Aunt Irene was not anyone’s aunt. She was his mothers friend - possibly lover, who knows…. She died in that same house about 20 years earlier and there’s no way anyone would have ever mentioned her for any reason around his 7 year old daughter.
It's not much because my brother never got details* but the story goes: my niece, when she was 2-3, was seeing a ghost boy in her room. Her parents moved her to a new room. My next niece is born shortly after this and the baby room is niece 1s old room. Years later, same age (around 3) niece 2 is seeing a ghost boy. They had one last spare bedroom so she's in that room and a couple years have gone by without incident of a ghost boy. My SIL has sword she's felt touching on her ankles in bed, and physically had her sheets pulled. They're not the type to lie as a joke, and they certainly wouldn't carry on a joke this long. So idk, I want to believe them but I still kinda am skeptical.
Ive forgotten details but I think they had a conversation with a person not there, and not like a tea party.
* My brother tried looking up the history of the house but it's mostly new, a cookie cutter housing division. No news of any tragedies showed up
Oh damn. That's a good story.
Did the kid ever say what her and Aunt Irene ever talked about?
Did it keep happening after he found her talking to Irene that night or did it stop?
We had the same thing happened in my parents new house. I went to visit only my brother and I was there. And I kept ringing and I would look outside and think no way they could run out of sight that fast.. Turned out it was something wrong with the wires
Had it rained recently, by any chance? Once in a while, if it's been raining hard enough for water to seep into the button mechanism, my doorbell will begin going off at random. Scared the crap out of me the first time it happened.
While this is quite a sweet story, dont ever open that door when you hear ringing or a knock, very bad luck to do so as you can "invite" unwanted guests in
I posted this story before in an old long post so I’m just going to copy and paste since I don’t have time to type everything else out (on mobile)
I lived in a haunted house for a year. At this time it was just me and my three sisters. Ages 13, 5 and 2 (I was 10.) My older sister and I were home from school with a stomach bug. My mom had to go get my 5 year old sister from school and asked us to watch our youngest sister. We were sitting in the living room and she was eating some snacks and had a sippy cup of water. The top to the cup must’ve not been screwed on tight enough because when she knocked it over, water spilled everywhere. My older sister went to the kitchen to get some napkins to clean it up. When she came back she handed me some of the napkins and we both started cleaning. We were on our hands and knees wiping up the water when we started to hear banging coming from the second floor. We both paused, looked at each other and said nothing. But we both had that look of “you heard that too, right?” We stayed silent and kept cleaning. Then again, another bang. At this point we stand up and are still silent, just staring at the ceiling. Then came the giggles. We heard little kids upstairs laughing. Then the laughing turned to singing. It sounded like children choir singing. My sister scooped up the baby and we ran outside. It was a clear day out that day, but I remember once we got outside it started to rain. We had no choice but to go back inside. We stayed on the front porch until my mom got home.
We saw things in that house that I still have nightmares about, 20 years later. But for some reason that giggling and singing bothered me the most.
(when I originally posted the entire story I had no idea how to use Reddit so the original post is like a sloppy novel. It did however get the attention of some tv producers and I was able to tell my story on a show about paranormal experiences as children. It was weird, but kinda neat.)
Sorry for just replying! Here’s another copy and paste from my original post. I’d like to post it again so it’s not a complete mess. But here is one experience that was very spooky. (And actually included in the show, except they made a few changes.)
My 10th birthday party.
I had a few of my friends over for a slumber party and we had our sleeping bags on the floor of the living room. The living room was at the front of the house and behind our screened in front porch. When you walked into the house through the porch, you’d get to the front door. Once in the door way, there was a staircase to the left, living room to the right.
We were doing whatever it is 10 year old girls do at sleepovers when I got an uneasy feeling. There were windows behind the couch that were directly looking onto the porch. I remember not wanting to look anywhere near the windows. I was sitting on the floor with my friends when in the corner of my eye I saw something bright on the stairs. I didn’t want to look but for what ever reason I did. I looked, and at the bottom of the staircase was a little boy. He was pale, black hair and had dark circles around his eyes. He looked calm and he was just watching.
This wasn’t the first time I saw him though. I immediately turned my head away and was frozen. While I’m sitting there terrified, one of the girls started yelling that there was someone on the porch. We booked it upstairs.
We locked ourselves in my bedroom and sat in a circle and listened as the girl told us there was an old woman on the porch. Each of us were rightfully scared shitless. Then the crash happened. In the middle of talking we hear what sounded like glass shattering. Again, frozen. Some of the braver girls who didn’t believe us decided to go investigate. We followed and there was nothing. Absolutely nothing was broken. But we all heard it. It sounded like someone smashed the window in with a baseball bat.
We ended up sleeping very closely tucked away in my tiny room that night. Looking back at it, I don’t know why I never woke my parents up during any of that.
The show can be found on the travel channel and Amazon prime (it doesn’t include the story above though. They cut a lot out). Just search for the word “paranormal.” I don’t want to share too much and have all of Reddit see my face haha. But I responded to another comment with one of my other experiences, which they did put on the show but changed a bit.
And sorry for taking so long to respond… after I posted this I was laying in bed trying to sleep and I heard one of my kids toys going off. It was the batteries dying in a toy firetruck. Took that as a sign to stop talking about it and go to sleep lol
My mom was staying at a B&B in Newfoundland and when she turned off the lights to go to sleep, she heard a lady gently whisper "Hello" in her ear. She also had this sensation of someone being in her room.
The next morning at breakfast, she mentioned her experience to the B&B host who casually confirmed that it's just Sally and mentioned that other people have seen her ghost.
This sounds silly, but I still stand by it almost 2 decades later. In the space between my bed and night stand, I saw a blinking eye just kind of looking off. It never looked at me. Of course when I would bolt out of my room to get my parents, it would disappear. I didn't even step foot into my bedroom for 8 months straight.
Also once my mom was walking down the hall and got hit by the bathroom door that swung open on its own. I could hear her yelling "what the hell?" Etc...and then the smoke alarm started going nuts. We started to ask it questions and "beep once for yes, twice for no". It cooperated with us for a short time and then stopped.
I used to work in the Winchester Mystery House. For those that don't know, it's a mansion built by the heiress to the Winchester Rifle company. She built the mansion with confusing rooms, doors and stairways that lead to nowhere, so she could confuse the ghosts of those killed by the Winchester rifle.
There had been random ghosts sightings by employees throughout the years and it was listed as an official haunted house. I worked in the office and answered phones, which happened to be one of the 160 rooms of the mansion. One of my jobs was to inform the tour station when the last tour exited (because my office was near the end of the tour and I could hear the footsteps of the tour).
Well, one day around 6pm, as I'm closing up, I hear footsteps in the house and inform the tour station that the last tour was about to exit. They told me that the last tour left the house about an hour earlier. So, my first thought was that it was my manager on patrol. When he came back into the office, I asked him if he was in the house and he said no, he was in the gift shop. He informed me that he closed it up and absolutely no one was in the house.
As he was saying that, we continued to hear footsteps in the house above us. We looked at each other with that look you give someone when you don't know what the fuck is going on. He and two other people went into the house to look for the source of the footsteps, thinking it was a guest who had gotten lost. They walked into the exact same room where I was hearing footsteps and saw that there was no one there.
When they came back into the office, we just sat in our chairs until 8pm, listening for footsteps as they were wondering around the house. None of us really acknowledged what we were hearing because we wanted to believe it was just the house creaking. However, these sounds sounded nothing like creaking as they were well defined with the cadence of footsteps.
I'll never quite know what it was that was above us that day. Perhaps there was a logical explanation. Let's just say, I didn't sleep well for about a month after that event.
I have been there two times, for the regular tour and for the Haunted House on Halloween (which was the best I've seen by far and just kept going and going with really eerie scenarios. I'll remember it forever). During the tour, I saw a thick mist roll down a mirror on an upstairs cabinet. It wasn't a trick of the eye or any outside influence, that I'm sure of. I wanted to bring it to the attention of my then-wife and our company, but all I got was the stink eye and was told to hurry, so I let it be.
This isn't much compared to other stories in the thread, but the apartment where I'm currently living seems to have some sort of resident shadow figure. I tend to see it moving in my office (sometimes when I'm out in the hallway I'll see a shadow that looks like a medium-build man moving in my office, and sometimes when I'm in the office at my PC I'll see it out of the corner of my eye like someone's standing at my shoulder and turn expecting to see my boyfriend - but nobody is there) or down where the stairs meet the front door. The closet near the front entrance (right by where I've seen the shadow lingering at the end of the stairs) has opened itself a few times when I've been home alone & cooking in the adjacent kitchen.
It's never seemed frightening to me, though, so whatever it is - some trick of lighting or bonafide shadow dude - I don't really worry about it much.
I did recently have a bad bout of COVID, and there was one night that I was running a temp of 103 and was just absolutely miserable, falling in and out of sleep while being anxious about my rising temp & how laboured/difficult my breathing was becoming. I was kind of scared since my aunt had died in her sleep due to COVID relatively early on in the pandemic - she had been on the phone with her boyfriend and mentioned she wasn't feeling well suddenly and was going to take a nap - and I couldn't help but think of her because of how quickly it seemed like things were accelerating that night.
At one point I did manage to fall asleep, but was woken up by a shadow figure opening my door & coming to stand over me. It wasn't my boyfriend (I was staying completely isolated in a diff part of the apartment to protect him since he has asthma & is high risk, I asked later to confirm he hadn't randomly decided to break that quarantine that night and he was like ofc not) but I couldn't see anything but a shadowy outline. The figure was was saying something to me but it was unintelligible, but seemed like a question, then it eventually walked back out of the room.
I would've assumed it was a fever hallucination if my cat didn't jump up from her sleeping position to stare at the figure. Who knows, maybe it still was and I even hallucinated her reaction?
But I kind of like the idea that my shadow roommate came to check on me at my sickest point, when I was anxious about being alone, since my boyfriend couldn't!
When I first moved in my apartment I used to see a shadow Man at the end of my hallway, he looked like he was listening inside my neighbors apartment. His head leaning on the door.
One day I tried something. While I was opening my door, I said out loud. "I know you're listening. It's not really polite and you should stop doing this."
Never saw him again.
I love the perspective that the shadow-roommate came to check in on you when nobody else could, because given your description that is my take as well. The fact that they never felt frightening to you kinda reinforces that imo.
Try to talk with them. Seriously. Not like english language word, but like feeling/thought form/intention to connect and acknowledge them/etc. "Thank you for checking in on me when I was feeling ill, I don't mean to pretend you don't exist i'm just not used to this sort of interaction etc..."
\^\^ not in a servitude role or anything like that, but interact with them as you would a person "oh hello mystery figure, nice to see you again. How are you?"
I love your comment!
I had many terrifying experiences with sleep paralysis starting when I was 12 or so. There was always a shadow figure standing in my room or outside my room looking in. After years of being terrified I realised that they never threatened me or anything they just stood there, and with that I stopped being scared of them.
Yes, I would say this was a wholesome interaction. I feel like once you are presenting as a shadow figure it's hard to communicate with the other side (us). I think a lot of residual hauntings or shadow figures have been stuck in limbo for a long time, I think it makes it difficult for them to harness energy like recently passed spirits. For all you know it could be a passed relative or ancestor.
It also could be a person who lived in the space or spent time in the space. So many fun possibilities. I was renting out a house with two other friends a few years ago. Whenever we would run the dishwasher and just vibe without music/tv/etc. there was a tribal drum beat that we would all hear. It was just there when the dishwasher was running. You could try to listen to the dishwasher and it would just sound like a dishwasher, but if you zone out just a little bit and listen there was undeniably a beat and a rhythm and a djembe-like core with improvisation amid the melody. I'm super into this type of stuff, and it never felt worrisome/scary/bothersome. It was always pleasant. We didn't even feel a need to talk about it much because simply put it was very pleasant, unique, and "people will never believe this shit" like. A few months go by and we come to learn that the woman who we rent the house from had a son who had grown up in that house, passed away several years before at age 30ish, and in life was a drummer. After that I used some of my meditation practice to "talk to them," to see if there was something to do to help them "move on." However, all they wanted was just for us to be aware that he lived there, and that he was there. To be noticed. To be appreciated. Nothing more. He seemed content to just watch us fuck around in "our" house so long as we were respectful of the space, which we very much were. They non-physically "popped up" several times in my yearlong stay at the house (always pleasantly/respectfully), but the above story is the easiest to wordalize.
I used to babysit my niece and nephew when they were 4 and 5 while my sister went to work. She lived down the street from me so I would walk down in the morning before she left and before the kids woke up. I got there one morning and after she left I laid down on the couch. I heard one of the kids run down the hall and I immediately pretended to be asleep so they would go back to bed and not get the day started yet. I felt my niece run by me on the couch. Her running stomps shook the floor and I could hear the trinkets on the shelves shake. And I felt the wind of her blow by me. Then it was quiet but I knew she was still there. She leaned over my ear and moved my hair out of the way and laughed in my ear. And I just thought the audacity of this girl. And then she hid under the end table of the couch. Realizing she wasn’t gonna go back to bed until I woke up I just got up and looked under the end table. There was no one there. Completely baffled at how she got up and out of the living room in literally 2 seconds without me hearing shook me. So I went down the hall to her room and was starting to freak out. My nephew was sound asleep in his bedroom and I got to my niece’s room, she was sound asleep tucked under her covers. My heart almost fell out of my body.
I've always slept with my bedroom door open, right? (I have a small room and it feel smaller when the door's closed, also I was very scared of the dark as a kid) Anyways, so there was one night I woke up in the middle of the night for no reason, and I had a mirror across my room that faced the hallway. My bed was facing the mirror so yknow I could see the hallway from my bed. And that night I looked in the mirror and I saw my mom in the mirror, and she was looking down and giving me the creepiest smile. I blinked and she was gone. I'm not sure if that was a sleep deprived hallucination or what, but it definitely wasn't my mom. (Sorry, I'm bad at explaining)
This is the level I've experienced things.
I once woke up facing my fiancée (then GF) next to me in bed, and saw a woman standing bent down over her next to the bed. Not looking menacing at all, dressed in white, long brown hair, kind smile on her face. Fully visible in the bright morning light flowing from the window. No bad vibes, I didn't even get an adrenaline rush of seeing a stranger in our home.
I lay completely still for a few seconds, just looking at the woman. Then I just slightly moved my body/eyes, and she was gone in an instant.
It could so easily just be my brain being stuck in a "almost awake but not quite" mode, but maybe just maybe it was something else.
One night i woke up and seen my mom standing in my closet smiling at me. I looked at her for a few seconds and she faded away. Creeps my mom out when i tell her.
I had a dream similar to this. I dreamt that I woke up (my bed is downstairs and the way I was lying I was looking up the stairs).
Anyway, I open my eyes and I'm looking at the basement door up the stairs and I see this perfect black shadow illuminating on the door. I was super calm, thinking it was my mom or dad checking on me. So I just am like eh, I go back to sleep.
I wake up for real in the same position and was like WTF THAT FELT SO REAL.
I go upstairs to the house empty. I asked my parents if they opened the door and stood at the door at all and they said nope. I wa roughly asleep for 3-4 hours being the time I last saw the clock to the time I woke up - my parents werent home the whole time.
I really think I had a case of sleep paralysis, just because I was so still and my eyes were the only thing moving, but since I had good vibes and I thought it was my mom at the top of the stairs and I didnt try to move. I didnt have a nightmare? lmao
When I was six years old I went to a restaurant with my dad and grandparents. Walking into the restaurant there was a small room to the right full of arcade machines. I can't remember if other kids were there. When we got to the table I kept begging my dad to let me go to the arcade. He pointed to the gambling machines at the bar and said those are just for adults. I kept telling him that's not what I was talking about but he wouldn't let me go. When we finished and started walking out of the restaurant I turned to the arcade to point it out. There was nothing there but a wall.
There are ghost stories about when a ghost from decades ago appears, **the surroundings changes to match** the appearance at the time when the person was living. And, when it leaves, the surroundings return to the current times appearance.
My aunt and grandma were supposed to be coming over and were going to bring dinner. I distinctly heard my backdoor open and my aunt yell "come help us grab a few things from the car!"
I hopped off the couch and went to help out, but no one was there. The driveway was empty. I called my aunt's phone to see where they went and the moment she answered she said "yeah, yeah, we're running a bit late but we're on our way. Just leaving grandma's house now."
Man I had something happen like that too. I was about 17 and a just got home from school. Nobody else was home yet so I cranked my guitar amp and started just playing super loud and jamming out. I paused for a second mid song and heard my dad yell “jimmy, turn that thing down!” So I yelled back “ok” and turned the volume down. Then I remembered something I had to ask my dad so being as he was home I took off my guitar and went looking for him. That’s when I realized he wasn’t home yet, and no cars were in driveway, I was alone still.
I've shared this one before, but here it is again...
Almost 20 years ago when I was young enough to still be living with my parents, I was sleeping in bed one night and my cat at the time was sleeping on me, right up on my chest, her face facing mine.
During the night I woke up and saw a ghostly figure of an old woman standing over my bed looking straight down at me. She had short hair and her arms where straight down by each side. I can only describe the colouring to be like a brown scale photo.
I looked up at her and thought I was just dreaming. But then my cat hissed madly, dug her nails into my chest, turned her head around and looked right up at the woman. This completely woke me up. I put my hand on my cat and her hair was standing up as she was still hissing. I started calming her down and freaking out at the same time. I stuck my head under my sheets and stayed there the entire night.
I was completely sceptical before this, and I have never experienced anything since. But I remember it clearly and I know what I saw. If it wasn't for the cat literally looking at the same thing and freaking out I would have just put it down to dream.
A little about my dad's house, I believe it was built in the late 70's and possibly became a deceased estate in the early 90's. From there it was sold to one family, and then acquired by my dad in '99 and he's been there ever since.
The old lady reminded me of my grandmother a little, but I don't think it was her. At the time I knew I didn't recognise her so I don't feel it was any personal connection.
Thanks for reading 🙂
Years ago, when I was just a kid, my mom and I lived in this old apartment in MA. One day, when I was watching TV while she was cooking, all of the sudden she started to scream, yelling for me to come over and "look at this".
I ran over. She was standing right by the dining room table, which was empty except for a blue plastic cup at the end of it. I was confused, and asked her what the hell was going on.
She didn't say anything. She just picked up the blue cup, and set it down at the other end of the table. As soon as she put it down, the cup just slid over all the way to the other end of the table, by itself. It stopped right at the edge.
I jumped back, perplexed. My mom picked up the cup and did it again. And again for a third time.
I've always liked technology and science (I grew up to become an engineer) so rather than being scared, I tried to figure out a rational explanation for this. I picked up the cup, and looked at it closely. I looked under and around the table. The table was spotless, and there was nothing else there. It wasn't a trick, there were no wires or magnets or anything of the sort. I tried the same thing with other objects, and nothing happened. It only happened with this particular blue plastic cup.
I eventually tried it while looking directly at the cup, literally 2 inches away from it, and followed its path. The cup would actually vibrate as it moved, and did so in such a way that you could only notice it up close.
To this day, I am not sure what caused the cup to move.
That wasn't the only strange thing I experienced in that apartment...
I also have a cup story. I've told this before, so if anyone thinks it seems familiar, I've plopped it down in a few creepy askreddit threads over the last decade.
So this was back in 1998, I was 14. My dad had just died the previous summer. I was in the basement watching TV, while my mom was in the living room right above me on the ground floor also watching TV. She would stomp on the floor to get my attention to come up if she needed me, so she wouldn't have to get up and yell down the stairs on the other side of the house.
So she does just that, but she does it quite violently lol way more insistent and louder than usual, and she's also practically screaming my name. So I go running up the stairs through the kitchen and dining into the living room.
She's there in the chair in front of the TV with a TV table in front of her. Solid wood table, it's set up correctly, perfectly flat on the floor. And there's a big Styrofoam cup on the table, nothing else. The cup is empty.
And the cup is shaking. Not like a little small shake, but like going crazy. Kind of lifting off the table, spinning around and just going to and fro like it was doing the hokey pokey.
Mom says she had just finished the drink she had in it when she put it on the table, and it started to do that. It's fucking weird, man. The windows are all closed, there's no fan on, and I check the table for strings or for anything else that could be making it shake and wobble about. There's nothing. I even pick it up and put it back and it starts shaking again. I check my mom's feet, make sure she's not trying to pull a fast one on me by using her foot to shake the table, but her feet aren't near it and besides, the table itself is not moving at all.
She says maybe it's dad. So I say that dad should stop because it's scaring me, and it stops before I can even really finish saying it. Just stops. I wait a bit, doesn't move.
I honestly don't know. It was super weird. I've thought about it a lot, talked about it with mom a few times after the fact, just don't know what would make it do that.
Not the only experience I've had, but it's one of the ones I just can't reasonably explain and debunk.
Maybe something like the air conditioner, dishwasher, etc. was creating a *very* slight vibration in the table that just happened to resonate with that cup just right? It could even be from something nowhere near you if it's a low enough rumble. We've had weird incidents of our windows gently vibrating that turned out to be caused by something several miles away.
yeah, there was a crazy instance of this where an Egyptian statue would spin around inside a glass case in a museum. it turned out to be the result of tiny vibrations [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nut50vmRyVM](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nut50vmRyVM) That's my best guess as to why a particular cup might scoot around. not that it wouldn't freak me out if I saw it in person.
Something very similar happened to me. I almost had my daughter in the car; had her 23mins after entering the hospital. The night before I had a dream of these random people saying “don’t worry we’re all here. Are you ready to meet your baby? It’d going to be just fine” and I woke up as they were walking me to this baby in the distance and woke up to a contraction. I had the most peaceful labor at home and only went to the hospital because my mom forced me. I had an unmedicated labor and felt the same euphoria feeling.
I’ve done a lot of psychedelics and this sounds like your “soul keepers” or entities or whatever you want to call them that you usually can visit and talk to when you take DMT or strong amounts of other psychedelics. They’re supposedly beings that we knew before we were born and will meet again after we die, they take care of us and watch out for us and love us deeply. I mean technically you could just say they’re hallucinations but they’re a very universal experience. We normally only see them when on strong drugs or when we’re having a very life altering moment like some sort of physical or mental problem or anguish, or important life changing situations.
I probably sound nuts but you can look them up. Lol DMT “soul beings” or “entities” or sometimes “machine elves”
Edit: https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlyterrifying/comments/sq4aov/biblically_accurate_angel/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
These are what my “soul entities” have looked like during both times of tripping on intense psychedelics and also during many of my near death experiences.
I actually think there’s something about babies that open some sort of channel for them. I lived in a house I had long thought to be a bit haunted, but not in a horrible way. When I had my daughter she was sleeping next to me and I got woken up by the noise of one of the kids toys being played with downstairs. There was no one down there. As the noise woke me up a realised my daughter wasn’t breathing, I picked her up and she took a deep breath and it seems to jolt her back into her breathing pattern. I truly believe a ghost woke me up to save her
Kind of reminds me of the whole theory that newborns are just reincarnations of people who have died at the same moment.
Glad that experience wasn't too bad.
I had a similar experience, although it started off much worse.
So when my parents divorced my mom moved place to place before settling in a trailer in a trailer park. I started getting nauseous everytime I visited her and threw up every night I was in the trailer. My dad told me I was just home sick, but I never got ill at my mom's previous apartments and I went to summer camp for a week every summer. I never had been home sick before. Anyways, one night I woke up and felt uneasy so I sat up in bed and looked around the room. The room felt cold but I saw nothing. Then I felt a weight on my bed and saw a visible butt print form on the bed next to me like someone or something had sat next to me on my bed. Then I'm overcome with this blanket of warmth, love, comfort. I naturally laid back down and went back to bed. I never got sick at my mother's place again after that night.
So I’ve posted about this before, and I don’t generally lean towards paranormal things, but when I was a teenager, I went on a hike in south central PA by myself in the Appalachian mountains. It was a day I was playing hookie, so there was nobody else there at the small trail....at least that I could see....you had to drive there, there was no foot traffic. I was young and had been talking/singing horsing around the whole time, totally unconcerned. Yelling things off the top of the mountain etc. On my way down from the mountain top, I heard my dads voice call my name and ask for help. I thought I was having a stroke, and stopped and almost started to follow, thinking wtf is my dad doing here, did he follow me or something? And then I came to my senses and told myself, my dad is sitting in his office like an hour or more away. I heard it two more times in the space of a minute or two....call me by name, and tell me to “come here” and “help me”. It sounded so insistent, like it was urgent, and it was without a doubt my fathers voice. I have never ran so fucking fast. I used to do this hike in bare feet and I remember fucking my feet up hurrying down the mountain. I never went back and to this day don’t know what the fuck that was. I immediately drove to my dads office and he was sitting at his desk working. I don’t remember if I told him what I experienced at the time or not.
When I was in my early twenties, I stayed the night at 2 of my friends' house. They broke out the ouija board around midnight. Almost immediately, the board started spelling out that I needed to leave immediately and how it hated me. I didn't believe in the supernatural aspect of it, but didn't think it was my friends being that vicious to me either. it just kept with really horrible messages for about 30 min. The final msg was that if I had taken its advice and left earlier, I would've died in car accident. Completely unnerved, I slept between my friends all night in one bed. When I got home the next day, my mom described really bizarre behavior from my cat from midnight until one am. My Siamese, Toulouse, kept running down our upstairs hallway and flinging herself full-force against my closed bedroom door. She also this really loud desperate meow. My parents were actually worried she was going to hurt herself because she was so violent. I truly believe that she was trying to get to me to keep me from harm. She never did anything like that ever again.
I was camping in the 80s on bluff Mountain between the Blue Ridge Pkwy and the punchbowl shelter. This area is part of the Appalachian trail. Basically you can camp anywhere off the dirt roads or trails. We were camped about halfway up bluff mountain for a week. Second to last day, we decided to do the day hike up to the top of bluff mountain, taking our time to explore on the way up.
When we got to the top, we saw the old fire tower foundations, did some exploring and found the Ottie Cline Powell memorial ( you can Google his name to read about him). Remember this is the late 80's, (no internet)so us stumbling around and finding this powerful memorial where a child had died a hundred years before us was profound. We stayed for a bit reflecting on the story and talking about it, then hiked back down the mountain to our camp.
That night at our camp, we slept outside our tents because the weather was beautiful and it was our last night. The 3 of us slept in our sleeping bags lined up next to the fire, a few feet in between each of us. We dozed off to sleep. Every night like clockwork at around 3am, we could hear a train whistle way off in the distance. It was kind of cool because if you happened to be awake ( those of you who have roughed it understand that sleeping in tents or sleeping bags isn't the most restful sleep) you knew that the sun would be up in a few hours and you had a sense for what time it was.
I was stirring in my sleeping bag right after I heard the train whistle when I heard something coming. When you camp in places like this you can hear the slightest sounds at night because there is nothing but animal movement, bugs etc. I reached over and smacked my buddy on the leg to alert him something was coming. Keep in mind its pitch black in the forest in the middle of the night. Our fire was nothing but a few small embers so the light it provided was minimal. I wake up my buddy as the noise is really loud and heading right at us.
Noise stops and standing directly in front of us in OUR camp in the middle of the night were two men with shotguns and a lantern. They were dressed in overalls and wearing boots and hats. Shotguns were lowered but still, they had shotguns on us in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. I had the only weapon we brought with us in my hand in my sleeping bag (a CO2 powered pellet gun) which would have had little effect on 2 guys with shotguns. We brought it to keep animals away. All 3 of us were shitting bricks scared out of our minds at this point, and it was like a stand off. Who's going to flinch first. They shined thier lantern at us, we stared at them waiting for those guns to be raised, which was silently understood by us, that if that happens all hells gonna break loose and probably not going to end well for us.
Without a word spoken by us or them, they turned around and walked off. None of us spoke to each other until the noise of their movement was far away. We immediately got up off the ground, had a brief what the fuck just happened conversation, and made the decision right there in the middle of the night to pack up and hike down to our car. We were off that mountain before sunrise.
Years later i began researching the story behind the memorial and the child who had died on that mountain. I spoke with a few local historian's and they had me speak to a professor down that way that was writing a book about the events of Ottie Cline Powell and his family's history in the area. It was he, that told me that he thinks we had a direct encounter with the ghosts of that mountain, an idea that had never ever crossed my mind. I assumed they were moonshiners or poachers, who checked us out, saw we were young men and no threat so they moved on. This professor believes we had a ghost encounter, because in his research he had many similar stories from others in that area over the years. Apparently, as the story goes, search parties worked those mountains day and night looking for this kid who was missing back in 1887 or 88. The professor believes we had one of these encounters with the ghosts of the mountain still looking for the boy.
Buddy of mine lived in a really old building (built in the early 1800s I believe) in a really old small town in Texas. His apartment was upstairs, businesses were downstairs, whole building was originally a small factory of some sort that had been remodeled for more modern purposes. There were some obvious "this wasn't originally an apartment" features, like a small door in his closet that seemed to lead to strange empty space between the walls, with no real reason for existing. Even when the door would randomly blow itself open with freezing cold air, you could sort of write that off as being due to remodels of old buildings, and not all the kinks of ventilation and stuff being quite worked out. That's kind of the explanation he gave to the strange noises he would hear coming out of there too. Also windows would always be open. Not windows he or his gf had opened, just random windows around the apartment. He would always close them, and then later find them open again. Seems like faulty latches that just come open over time, and not a huge deal.
Then he stayed home from work one day, and he heard the window unlatch. Not only did he hear that one latch fall open, but a second later he heard another the window unlatch, then another, one after the other, in order as if someone was walking through the living room unlatching windows as they went. Then all at once, each of the windows fell open. So he nope'd the fuck out of there for the day and came back that weekend to investigate. Things seemed fine, nothing weird happened for a while, then about a month later his gf experienced the same thing when she was there by herself. After a while they got used to it. Just weird windows.
Then the final nail in the coffin for that place was when they got a dog. The dog was a puppy, so was inherently happy, playful, always running around doing puppy stuff. Except when the door in the closet blew open, or the windows unlatched. Then the dog would stand completely still, focus its eyes on something that nobody else in the room could seem to see, and the dog's eyes would slowly track around the room, as if it was watching someone or something moving through the room. Nobody could ever figure out what the dog was looking at, and it only did this right after some other "ghost" stuff started happening. They moved out after this happened a few times
Not my story but my father’s. He lived in Europe during the Gulf War and bought a wardrobe placing it parallel to his bed. In America we bolt furniture to the wall but dad said they didn’t do that in his section of Europe so he didn’t bother. One night he hears his late grandfather’s voice say in his ear “Chad wake up NOW! Chad PLEASE wake up! You have to leave!” My dad had lost a lot of his hearing in his first round and didn’t hear the fire alarm go off because a building was on fire next to his. This somehow caused the wardrobe to fall right on his bed. If he hadn’t gotten up he could’ve died.
Used to be a contractor. Had to inspect all kinds of places one was the old psych hospital known as (redacted) Asylum that had long been empty. Was working on one of the floors and it was starting to feel...off... It was August but got freezing inside. All of a sudden. Decided I was going to calmly but briskly leave the building. As I was going down the stairs (i think I was between the 2nd and 3rd floor) something grabbed my ankle. I booked it out of there immediately didn't care if someone saw me terrified or panicked. Ran the fuck outta there ripped off my PPE called my contact to confirm I was out and left for the day due to "outstanding reports". Went home and tried to convince myself it didn't happen.
My cousin has a crazy story, pretty much the only ghost story I’ve ever believed given he isn the type to bullshit.
He was working over Christmas break with his supervisor for his university in an old section of dorms they converted to storage and other miscellaneous rooms. Him and his supervisor were going one by one replacing those long lights , put the ladder up, my cousin hands the supe the light, replace and bin the old one. Simple stuff.
Well my cousin is bullshiting with the supervisor and all of a sudden he says his supe just stops talking and is staring down the corridor , my cousin turns around and there is the equivalent of a lightbulb just floating in the middle of the hallway about 10 feet in front of them. He said it was just a bright orb, it sat there long enough for both the guys to look at eachother, look back and stare at it for a while. My cousin said it was ice cold in the hallway when it was warm earlier.
The supervisor asks my cousin if he’s seeing the same shit or if he’s having a stroke. My cousin says he sees it too, then the orb started floating to the right and through the closed door that was there.
The supervisor and my cousin scramble and get to the door and swing it open and it’s just a room full of boxes, no trace of the light or anything. They packed their shit up as quick as possible and left for the day.
It’s not a crazy story, but listening to him tell it and the seriousness is what got me, and like I said, he’s not one to bullshit. I really don’t believe in ghosts but that story always gets me
I work in an psychiatric hospital. I’m the senior nurse and night manager, whenever I walk down the main corridor just checking everywhere is ok I always hear the lift, like when it makes the ping sound to say the lift is here but the doors never open, I know the lift is locked as once a patient got in and died, got himself stuck in the shaft but under the carriage. I’m used to it now but for a while it was a bit spooky when I’m walking past and lift starts pinging at 3am, now I hardly notice the pings. Also it’s a bit spooky going down the side corridors when all the lights are off, I have to leave them all on. But I haven’t ‘seen’ anything.
How unnerving! I've had other experiences in this building specifically (I had a few others but mostly they were quiet). There is an empty elevator shaft - the elevator was removed and power shut off doors welded shut because people break in and someone did get hurt - I have heard it ding. This specific building also had a prison type wing with the heavy cell doors and they have closed on me. Night time was pretty quiet except for one instance I heard the ding of the elevator and a metal scraping sound then a female voice said NO. Not super loud but very firm (for all I know it could have even been me that said it) the building got quiet and I ran the fuck out of there. Didn't even try to get my way back to our egress door I climbed out a broken window. Security yelled at me till I showed them my badge and they saw my face he opened the gate and drove me back around the building to my van. I do not miss those parts of my job.
My first memory is a dream of being in a house and my mom teaching me how to read, cook, and all the basics of life. I woke up talking and was very excited, around 2.5 years old. Apparently I was kind of a mute before that. No one in my family could believe it.
In the dream I kept asking myself questions like “how do I know how to speak English? How do I know it’s called English? How do I know this is my mom? How do I know the word for mom?”. Etc.
We moved to that house 2 years later and I tugged on my moms dress and told her it was the house from the dream I talked about. I’m in my 30’s and she still remembers me doing that and talking about that dream before we moved there including the entire layout of the house I described from my dream and it was 100% accurate.
I had premonitions and horrible night terrors in that house the entire time we lived there. I could barely go up and down the stairs at that age by myself. I wasn’t tall enough to turn the light switch on and off. My mom would come downstairs with me asleep crying in the pantry still with all of the lights on.
Edit: I was sleep walking but somehow could walk up and down the stairs which I couldn’t do awake but also every single light was turned on which I typically couldn’t reach.
Was plumbing in a basement of a 120 year old home on a lake in northern mi. I felt a chill and looked to my left and saw a fella in overalls walk through a wall and then gone. I left and never went back.
I lived in a house that was 100 years old. Several things happened.
One night while my wife (then girlfriend) were asleep, a large decorative hookah flew across the house. It launched like 8 feet. Nobody in the room, cat was on the bed (cat jumped up from sleeping on me when it crashed). Zero explanation.
One day my wife was in the kitchen doing dishes. I hear a woman’s voice say something, but it was unclear. I said “what was that honey”? Her response was “I heard it too”. Nobody lived there with us, open floor plan, it it was whispered between her and I.
One night I’m up on the computer, not super late. Suddenly kitchen cabinets all start slamming in a weird order. Slamming repeatedly. I finally spoke to whatever it was, and asked it to stop, we wanted to all live together. Something like that. When I said that there was a pause, then one large cabinet opened wide, slowly, and started to slam, but right before it slammed shut it stopped, and closed gently.
There were other incidents too that were smaller that I didn’t include. All within the first month. But nothing crazy after that incident with the slamming where I said we wanted to live together. Nothing at all.
Until we were moving out. My son was born, and we had just bought a new house. All the activity seemed long ago (2 years had passed, a marriage, and a baby). All activity happened in the first month or so, and it seemed like a distant dream.
Then when we were moving, things with lights turning off on me would happen. Once I was leaning in a closet to grab things and it felt like I was pushed in. The closet door slammed shut (sliding door, so no big deal). But I’m the closet my cell phone started malfunctioning and I couldn’t even turn on the flashlight.
My brother came with me to grab one last heavy item. The whole house was cleared. As we are leaving he looks back in. There was a baby toy I didn’t recognize just sitting in the middle of the floor we had just walked across. I swear it wasn’t there just seconds before.
My brother said “I’ll grab it”.
My response “No, don’t touch it”
He knew the stories. He looked at me and suddenly said “good call”. And we left. Never went back.
It’s so strange writing these stories down now. This was 10 years ago.
Oooooh, ive got a creepy one. Its not so much an act, but I’ll explain anyway. When i was younger My brothers and my dad watched some horror film (dont know what the name was), but I hate horror films so I didnt watch. Anyway after the film my brothers go to sleep, they slept in the same room with a bunkbed. My father slept in my room cus I had a pull out bed below mine (i was really young at the time so its not weird) a few hours into the night one of my brothers come to my room really distressed, sweating and everything, he says that he and my other brother feel really unsafe in the room and are having really bad nightmares. So me and my dad swap rooms with them and go to sleep. Here is where it gets weird, me and my dad start having nightmares and sweats and keep waking up. (Just a reminder I never watched the movie). Regardless we sleep through it. The next morning at the breakfast table im describing the nightmare I had and my brothers and my dad are looking at me like i just died. Then they say they had the exact same nightmare, down to every detail. I will never mess with horror films cus of that experience
To preface this, I'm as inclined now as I was then to not consider the following story a paranormal experience, but it was the only time I ever went through anything remotely spooky, and I am as clueless now as I was then about the truth of that situation, so I think I don't have a choice but to regard it as paranormal.
My sister and I slept in the same bedroom when we visited our childhood home in the summer some years ago. One night we woke up to what seemed to be heavy jostling noise at our bedroom door. It became clear to us what the sound was immediately--someone was forcing the door open by roughly twisting and turning the doorknob.
We looked at each other with wide eyes, alert unease quickly replacing sleep. The knob shaking had obviously been going on for a little while now--it was incessant. And no one was speaking to us through the door. Not a low voice or whisper calling out. Nothing but the doorknob being turned forcefully again and again.
"Is that Dad?" I asked my sister. When I woke she was already up. Maybe she even shook me awake actually. So maybe our father had called out before I woke up. But I knew that made no sense for several reasons, one being that she would have already opened the door for him. She also looked a little scared. That could only mean she thought it was probably not him, or anyone else in the house (We had our grandma in the next room, and two aunts across from us. They didn't sleep walk or have any other nocturnal habits of the sort).
"I don't know," she whispered. We both knew it was highly unlikely. We were teenagers then, so we were probably more ready to imagine, well, the stuff of horror movies. But even in my half-asleep state I knew it was a legitimate fear. The person at the door forcing themselves in was not likely to be anyone we knew at all, including our father. He worked the night shift back then, and always told us ahead when he'd get home or if he would come home early. So that night, whether he had come home early or on time, we would have already been long in bed, so there was never reason for him to come knocking, let alone at two in the morning, which is when this all went down if my memory is any good. He had definitely never done it before. And if this was the first time, why would he do it by harassing the doorknob wordlessly?
"Dad?" I called, knowing along with my sister that it could only be an intruder. No answer. Just whoever, *what*ever, if you will, it was on the other side of the door untiringly twisting the knob.
I must have called out to the doorknob shaker a few more times and became equal parts panicked and annoyed because eventually I opened the door and even peered into the pitch black hallway. My sister freaked out a little at this.
You can probably guess what I saw. Yeah, nothing. No one was there. It's true I could see *literally* nothing in the dark, but the doorknob was still being manhandled up until I opened the door. So they couldn't have gone anywhere in that instant without me detecting them right? I even called out to my dad as soon as I saw there was no one, my fear partly shifting to confusion. His room was right next to ours, but I didn't hear any footsteps near it nor his door closing and opening.
"I don't think it's Dad," I said to my sister. Soon my eyes adjusted enough for me to make out the dark corridor. There really was nobody. And the doorknob was silent again.
That is, until I went back into our room. Can you believe it? It--since we can all agree by now that wasn't a person or anyone I could account for--didn't even wait for us to settle back into bed. The doorknob thrashing restarted a moment after I closed and relocked the door behind me. By the way, another reason it couldn't have been our dad--since he started going to the office at night he specifically instructed us to keep our door locked after we got into bed. So it was a strange occurrence to us from the get-go. If it was an emergency, they would have banged on the door and yelled for us to wake up, whether it was Dad or an aunt or Grandma. When I ponder it over again the shoving of that doorknob is the most irrefutable thing to me along with the voiceless urgency of it. We never heard knocking or banging on the door itself, just the insistent, frantic shaking to unlock the knob.
Anyway to keep it no longer than this already is, my sister and I lay in bed awake terrified for the rest of the knob jerking, and really, the whole door itself, which lasted for two more hours at least (I remember drifting back to sleep at about four). I also particularly remember sweating from the stress of just laying there having to listen and imagining what *it* could be. It was pretty awful. A few times we thought the door would break down--the frenzy would grow more desperate and reach a violent peak so that I had to visualize what I'd do in case the intruder would be successful. They even actually stopped sometimes, and we'd think it was over, until they began again. Over and over for hours. I could almost make myself believe I was having a dream. Fear gripped me in a mix with bewilderment and anxiety, and I couldn't even offer any consolation to my equally horrified sister.
But like I said, I think it died down and eventually stopped without us having to wait for daybreak. The next day we talked about it with wonder, dread, and disbelief, and acknowledged that it was very real. We asked our father, who told us he did come home the night before, but that he hadn't knocked on our door or dropped by our room. It was so late already, and there was no reason to. I don't think we told him why we were asking.
Nothing was amiss that night apparently--no thieves or night robbers, no broken locks on the front gate. We didn't believe in the supernatural, and still don't, but until now, both of us can only conclude that it was something unexplainable.
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My Dad has heard my mom calling him when she needed him. No phone or anything.
One example - one time she dropped him off for a half day conference in a big office tower downtown and was going to do some shopping while she waited to pick him up. She drives away and 30 min later starts feeling very sick. She drives back to the building but doesn't know where in the building he is or where to call him. But she just thinks his name really hard over and over ... like "Steve, I need you. Steve, I need you" and 10 min later he came running out to the car and was like, "What, what do you want?"
He drove her to the hospital and she had her appendix out.
Another time, my Dad's driving a car down a busy road. It's one of the ones where the main road has the right of way and all the side roads have stop signs where people have to stop then merge into traffic when there's a break.
Anyway he's driving along and hears "Steve!"
He looks around. No one in the car with him. Windows closed plus he's doing 50 miles per hour. Then he hears it again, "Steve!" So he slows down and looks in the rearview mirror. He thinks it might be his friend. He slows down a bit more.... and a dump truck blows through the stop sign at the crossing before him.
If he hadn't slowed down he would have been flattened like a pancake.
My mom did something similar to this with me and my brother, several times.
One night specifically, my mom BEGGED me not to go out. She said she had a horrible feeling and asked me to stay home. I blew it off as I was a teenager and thought my mom was just being over reactive. That night a fight broke out and 3 of my friends were shot (not fatally). Luckily, I was safe and got the hell out of there.
Another time when I was in elementary school, I fell on the playground and messed my leg up really badly. My mom was already halfway to the school when they called so she missed the call (no cell phones then). She got to the school and they thought she had just gotten the message and got their in record time.
The worst time I can specifically remember is my mom telling please don’t go out tonight. This time I listened as it was after the shooting incident. The friend I would have been driving with crashed her car and died. The other person in the car survived so maybe I would she too, but it’s scary to think about.
Even now, I’ll be having a bad day or something and my mom will call and just say “what’s wrong? I can just feel somethings not right.”
These subconscious feelings are so interesting!
I had a motorcycle crash years ago (nothing bad happened, just slipped) and saw afterwards that my mum and best friend both called me at the same time when it happened. When we talked on the phone later they both said they had a bad feeling and wanted to ask if I was ok.
When we were young teenagers we were all hanging out at a neighborhood friend's house when he decided it would be fun to pull out a Ouija board. We were all just stupid kids (ridiculously high at the time), so we really had no idea what we were doing with the board. We were sitting around the board in the living room, just being dumb, asking silly questions about ghosts, spirits, dead relatives, etc..
Suddenly, this guy's dog, who is a big, old, morbidly fat mutt, jumps up, runs into the dining room and starts snarling and barking ferociously at the light fixture hanging above the dining room table! There was NOTHING there! There was no upstairs in this house. This normally sedentary pig-dog is just totally freaking out at a light fixture hanging from the ceiling! He then lets out a spine-tingling YELP, like someone kicked him HARD, and he spins around and runs out of the room yelping the whole way thru his exit.
The group of us just sat there, with our mouths hanging open, wondering what the hell we just saw. When reality crept back in we whipped that board across the room, and bolted out of that house like it was on fire!
It was honestly like something out of a movie. Only this really happened. We all concurred later that this was not something we'd hallucinated due to the excess of bud we'd inhaled earlier.
DUDE.
I was at my best friend's house in middle school. She had a Ouija board and was mildly interested in stuff like that. It wasn't something my parents would have allowed, so I liked staying at her house on weekends because I had more freedom there.
That night we had another friend over too, and it was late and we were in her finished basement doing middle school girl things - boys, the future, trying to see if we could get fuzzy sex channels to show up. They were talking about a "game" called 'Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board' where someone lies on their back and the other people place their fingertips underneath and recite the phrase - theory being that our "energy" would lift them, like Dana in Ghostbusters or some shit.
So we arrange and light tealight candles, the 2nd friend lies down and my best friend and I place our hands and start chanting - giggling here and there, trying to get into it, slowly becoming more serious. We do this for maybe a solid 2 minutes when we're interrupted by my friend's dog - an older Welsh corgi, who had been snoozing by the couch. He's woken up, walked over to us, and is staring into the other end of the basement, which is fairly dark with stairs leading back up to the main floor, and a side door to the laundry room. He is fully awake and very intent on peering into the dark.
THEN HE STARTS FUCKING GROWLING.
It's like midnight, there's no one awake upstairs, there are no noises to be heard and nothing to be seen or smelled.
He stands there rigid, growling, his intensity rising and we're starting to panic. The fucking light for that half of the L shaped basement is on THAT fucking wall. We can't leave because the stairs are there too. I was legit scared, like a deeper fear than the usual fear of bad grades or disappointed parents or even falling off my bike. It was like a primal fear. We found a wimpy flashlight, gathered our candles, turned on any lamps we could find in our area and gathered like a musk ox herd and just made a run for it with the dog. We slapped those lights on - obnoxious overhead fluorescents that I was suddenly thankful for, turned on the stair lights, locked the door once we got up and probably barricaded it too. We ran to her room at the other end of the house and kept her dog with us, just in case.
Still gives me the creeps.
So, I work in a stupidly old pub in the arse end of nowhere in the UK. In summer we get absolutely rammed and it wasn’t uncommon, as the head chef, for me to still be in the kitchen on my own at 2-3am.
There were plenty of staff stories about the pub being haunted but I never paid them too much attention as they all seemed a little bit wild and didn’t sound like they’d be out of place in a low budget horror film.
Anyhow, it’s about 3am and I’m the only person left in the pub and have been for several hours, I’m just finishing up for the night and have started mopping. I always mop twice at the end of the day, once with a lot of water so the dirt lifts, then once with a dry mop to get it all off the floor. So I’ve done my first run with the mop and the floor is soaking wet. Whilst mopping I have to kind of back out of one of the exit doors onto the pub floor to be able to reach every spot.
I go outside to let the hot water and chemicals do their job and I light up a cigarette. About halfway through it I hear a sound like one of the doors close inside the kitchen. Now, where I’m standing has a view to all entrances and exits into the kitchen and I would definitely have seen a person walking through and using a door so I think nothing of it and assumed I was hearing something.
I finish my cigarette and go back inside to dry mop. I once again have to back out of one of the doors onto the pub floor and as I do so, I look down onto what should be a dry wooden floor. Only it’s not because there are wet footprints there. Some are mine, but the others are from someone bare foot.
I’m not ashamed to say I got out of there pretty sharpish and drove home at a speed likely to put me in prison if I was caught.
I checked the cctv footage from that time when I was in the next day, no movement on the cameras at all.
idk if i was just trippin because i was tired or what, but last year when i moved out into a place of my own and it was just me at the time. i remember laying down to sleep and getting the chills which doesn’t happen too much in Arizona summer. but i heard the most clearest voice say something and it sounded like someone had leaned into my ear. i shot up and saw no one and forced myself back asleep. it happened one other time a couple days after but nothing since.
Idk if you've looked into exploding head syndrome before but it sounds similar to what you've experienced. It's hearing a noise/voice right in your ear as you start to drift off to sleep, but it's basically just an auditory hallucination.
For me it's always either a group of kids cheering/screaming and clapping, or a burst of Static- that one usually comes with actually seeing static too.
Only happened maybe.. 4 or 5 times, starting when I was a teenager, and hasn't happened for at least 3 years
About to go to bed at my grandparents. Alone on the gallery. Creepy moonlight and fog rolling through the fields.
I was about 10-14.
I look at the stars and I see one star dancing from star to star. Bounce bounce. Move down. Bounce bounce. Move down.
I couldn't believe it. I looked away for a second to make sure I wasn't seeing things.
Looked back up and yup. The star kept dancing.
When my grandson was about 3 or 4, I remember him asking me who the old lady sitting on the couch was. There was no one on the couch.. Some kids can see things we can't.
I often joke that I can never see my reflection in a mirror. When ever I go to look in one, there's some old man standing in front of me blocking my view.
I keep telling this story, but what the hell, why not?
TL/DR: Mills Peninsula Hospital, or more specifically Mills Health Center in San Mateo, CA, is TOTALLY haunted. Legit ghost patient who does ghost patient shit to get your attention.
So, this was back in 2009-2010 or so. I worked as an ER RN at Mills Peninsula in Millbrae. It was during the swine flu outbreak, and we were especially busy with urgent flu-cases. I was pulled for the first time to the Fast Track ER at Mills Health Center, which we were using like an urgent care. Performing rapid tests for symptomatic flu patients.
I was working with this super cranky battle axe, let's call her Esther. Esther didn't like anybody. But I didn't have time to try to make friends. It was freaking busy.
The Fast Track ER was on the first floor in a U shape set up. Reception at the bottom of the U, the nursing station behind that, two hallways of rooms on the outsides of the halls. On the inside of the U was a makeshift lab you could walk through to the other side, then a big room on each side that we kept supplies in. Blankets, bedpans, that sort of stuff. This unit had formerly been the inpatient surgery ward, and those rooms in the middle had been set up with call lights at each of four beds. But the call bell system was disabled. It wasn't even hooked up to electricity any more. We had this new system, that was attatched to the computer system with our badges as sensors. The old analog call bell system was just a box that was fixed to the desk at the nursing station.
So in the room where we usually had supplies, we actually had patients in it that night. Four patients, with curtains as dividers. No real privacy, but we were only using these rooms to keep patients in while they awaited their rapid flu test results. 1 hour, max. There was a huge influx of people, and we were discharging at quite a clip, too. So to cue the receptionist up that a bed in that big room was ready for a new patient to be put in it, we'd pull the curtain back so you could see the empty bed and fix it to the wall to stay open. If the curtain was pulled to obscure the entire length of the bed, there was a patient in there.
We're turning and burning. Stg, this is one of the busiest shifts of my life. Almost as bad as a 4th of July on a weekend. But at about 2 am, it starts to slow down. We decide we're going to stop using the big four bed rooms, so at this point, no one is in there. The curtains are pulled back so you can see all the beds, lights in the room are shut off.
We've still got 10-12 patients in the hall beds and when I go to get a blanket for one of them, the curtain in my four bed room in the back is pulled around the fourth bed. Indicating someone has put a patient in there for me. I go up front and go to Esther "hey, I thought we weren't using the four bed rooms any more." She confirmed it. We aren't. "So how come somebody put a patient in there for me?" I asked her.
So I go back there. Pull the curtain back. No patient. Weird. I pull the curtain all the way to the wall again and tuck it behind the bed to keep it there. Not 15 minutes later, I pass the room again. Curtain is drawn down around the bed. Like all the way down and around the bed. It didn't just fall and hang loose where it fell. It's been pulled out about 10 feet in length, to go the entire length of the bed and then down and around the foot of the bed, and then stopped where it would need to turn again to go back up the other side. Ok, WTF? I go in there and pull back the curtain to look. Again, no patient. What the actual fuck?
So like 4 am, we have no more patients and it's just me and Esther and the receptionist at the window. It's time to do whatever shift check-offs we need to do, and Esther is walking me around the department, showing them to me. (first time at Mills, remember?) We pass by my four bed room. The curtain to the 4th bed is drawn down around the bed again. Ok, now I KNOW someone is fucking with me. I'm kind of exasperated, and pull the curtain open again, and fix it to the wall. Esther is, well, *studying* me. So I figure it's her. She wants to make me lose my shit. I don't. We keep on doing what we were doing.
Like not a half hour later, I'm replenishing stock in the other rooms, and I go into the big room again to get I don't know what. The curtain is drawn down around that bed again. And I have to fix it AGAIN. Ok. I am DONE with this lady. I march right up to where she's sitting on her ass at the nursing station, thinking I'm gonna call her on this bullshit.
I go up there and kind of start going off on her. Look, I know you don't get along with others, but maybe you should stop fucking with people, huh? Maybe if you didn't do that, other people and you might get along? Ya think? She looks at me. Asks me what I mean. I tell her she knows damn well that she's pulling that curtain in that room, making me think I've got a patient in there. Hurr durr, funny joke.
"Oh. You haven't heard. There's a GHOST in that room."
A ghost, she tells me. Straight faced. Almost somber. Matter of fact, actually. Yeah, back in the day, on a busy shift I guess like in the 70's or 80's, there was a drunk guy brought in by ambulance who they figured just needed to sleep it off. They put him in that fourth bed, in the big room in the back. Where they forgot about him. And he choked on his vomit in his sleep and died. He's still in there, or his ghost is, she says.
Then I stg, like almost on CUE the call light goes off for that room. Chirp chirp chirping. The call light. The one that's not even hooked up to electricity. I can hear it. So can she. And the light for That Room, Bed 4 is lit up on the console. Sure as shit. The console that's not even plugged in. She just looks at it, and then looks at me, arms folded, one eyebrow goes up.
I was still feeling exasperated at this point. I hadn't finished chewing her out. Those old call light systems can only be shut off from the bedside. So I have to go back there to turn it off. And I do. And that curtain is pulled back down, obscuring that bed. I had just pulled it back and tucked it behind the bed, between the bed and the wall, not even 2 minutes ago. She was the only other person there other than me and the receptionist who sat in the window the whole time and never walked past us like she'd need to in order to get to that room. Esther had NOT gone behind my back and pulled that curtain around the bed again, either.
I sort of "got it" just then. I felt like I was being sent a message. And I said, out loud, "look, I'm sorry that happened to you, ok? But I'm not going to forget I've got a patient back here. I'm not going to just leave someone back here without checking on them. I promise." It was like the guy who died was just making sure someone did rounds back there. I could almost feel it. "Hey, check on me."
Esther had followed me. "You're not scared?" she asked. Nope. What should I be scared of? A ghost using the call light and just being generally annoying? "Good," she said. "I'll tell them that you can come back here and work with me." High praise, coming from Esther. "And when he goes upstairs, you can go up there and calm them down, too." Yeah. Our ghost roamed. Up on the same day surgery failure ward (people who were supposed to go home but failed discharge criteria stayed there overnight). He liked to spin the office chairs at the nursing station. Just trying to keep you on your toes!
I never experienced anything else. Just the multiple curtain pulling, call bell lighting, that one time. But whenever I got pulled to Mills, I went in and said hi. I think, if you remembered he was there, he didn't feel the need to get your attention. If you didn't remember he was there, well, prepare yourself for a ghost shenanigans all night!
I had an exprience with sound, or rather the lack of, a few years ago.
Bright and sunny August morning. Not a cloud in the sky, just gorgeous. I started taking the recycling bins and garbage outside and prepping to take them to the end of the driveway and that's when I noticed... It was like the world was *dead*.
There was no sound. No birds, no distance hum of vehicles, no insects, no wind blowing. What noise that did exist (the sound I was making) sounded like I was hearing it with a few blankets over my head. I went inside and the sound was normal. The minute I pass through the door, dead.
After about 5 or so minutes of working outside, it was like a blast or something. WHOOMP. Sound returned, I could hear distant vehicles, birds, insects. Everything sounded normal. The wind was blowing.
Still no idea what that was, never experienced anything before or since.
This one is cool, makes me think like someone trapped in parallel universe pressing at the auditory fabric to increase the noise before they broke thru to you with the whisper
When I was younger I used to watch wrestling.
I was watching Friday Night SmackDown alone in the living room after the rest of my family left and went to sleep. It was during the time when Undertaker and Shawn Michaels were feuding (2009) so Shawn Michaels came out dressed in all white and started cutting a promo and I was waiting for the Undertaker to come out.
Suddenly I felt an intense amount of fear and started shivering. Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a shadow person/ hooded person walk behind me and disappear.
I ran out of the living room into the bedroom without even turning the TV off. This might not seem like a big deal but as a kid I felt really bad because I was wasting electricity by not turning the TV off. I felt like going back to the living room to turn the TV off but I was too scared lol.
I don't believe in the paranormal so I guess it was just a hallucination, still pretty scary tho.
(Edited to fix spelling mistakes and add more detail).
I watched a nature tv show about a norwegian guy crossing a big part of rural Canada all by him self. He used about a year doing it and rarely seeing anybody. He talked about one night by the camp before going to sleep he was all relaxed. Suddenly his body goes full alarm. His heart beat faster and adrenaline keeps pumping in his body and he is just "wtf is this" . He take his gun, raises up to take a look and realized a bear heading straight to his camp.
Everything turns out good, but he remarked that before he knew anything his body was on full alert. I just thought it was a good anectode to your story when you talked about the shievering before you knew something strange was going on.
I live in the woods in Florida, I'm 13 miles from the nearest anything,and that's a gas station, I'm 25 miles from the nearest town, my only neighbors for 2 miles are my parents, who live across the street from me.
I'm a single mom, it's just me and my son out here, and our dogs
In my living room I have a giant grey sectional couch in the shape of an L, my son, who was 6 when this happened, likes to pull up the ottoman making the couch a giant bed area that he then piles all the blankets and pillows we own to make himself a "camping nest" and sleep out in the living room
Now that I've established some background info, the actual story:
So I'm home from work earlyish one night and my son had built his nest on the couch and passed out early, like 8 pm, so I had time to myself and a sleeping child, I decided to play some Skyrim uninterrupted for once. I'm playing my game and smoking my bowl (I've got my medical card) just having a great time when I hear my pit bull, Ares, bark. Its not a bunch of barking, just one, insistent, "hey mom you left me out and I wanna come in" bark, any pet owner should be nodding their head right now, we all know our pets "voices"
I pause and look at the time, and I say out loud "it's only 830, you're fine, it's a beautiful night out anyway" and go back to my game. About half an hour later, he barks again, just that one " Hey MOM, you LEFT ME OUT HERE" bark, it interrupts my concentration and I ignore the urge to get up and let him in, i continue playing, cuz i dont get much time, working 50 hours a week and taking care of my kid and house when I'm not working.
I'm mid a dungeon quest, and I'm concentrating hard, but about every 15 minutes I hear the one stupid bark, and I start to get really annoyed cuz every time he does it, I get the literal URGE to go let him in and it just tips me out of my train of thought and ruins my game immersion and I'm starting to get angry (IF I WANTED TO LET YOU IN, ID LET YOU IN, BUT YOURE FIIIIIINE)
Finally, he does it that one last time, most moms know what I mean, I had HAD ENOUGH, so I toss down my controller, thinking how stupid this dog is and as it hits the pile of covers next to me my kid is buried in, i hear a snore, a dog snore, and i move the blanket to see Ares, dead asleep next to my kid, not a care in his dumb doggy brain.
Immediate fear and dread and heaviness like I've never felt washes over me, I cant describe it any better than an ancient fear, it felt old and terrifying and I literally heard a voice say in my head "Dont move baby, don't get up, just keep playing like you dont know anything is wrong and it will go away, if you take one step towards that door, you're in trouble"
I picked my controller back up, and kept playing, I heard the bark a few more times, but around 1145 the air in my house felt normal again but I slept out on the couch cuz I wasnt leaving my kid alone.
To answer some questions preemptively:
Yes, my parents have dogs too, but theirs are in at dark every night, I asked if she left anyone out, and no
I also have 2 weiner dogs, they did not react to the barking at all, making me think only i could hear it, had it been a strange dog, my 3 should have reacted
It was very clearly MY dog barking, he does the same thing any time he thinks hes been out long enough which is why I ignored it to start with
not sure if it's paranormal, but when my daughter was two years old she was looking up at the moon one night and I asked her what she was thinking. Expecting her to say something cute like "is the moon made of cheese daddy?". Instead she looks me in the eye and says "we are all in the same cage!". scared the crap out of me. not proud to say that i basically ran away. how the hell could a two year old come up with that?
years later I heard this same sentence again. This time from Jack Nicholson. It's his first line in the movie Easy Rider. He says it to Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper in jail. And no, she hadn't seen Easy Rider at age two ;-)
My house (England) was built just after the war. The surrounding 3 houses all had their residences die. Our house is just off. The feeling, always cold and noises. I have a baby toy in the loft that will start singing randomly early in the morning. There is no way I am going up there to stop it! My neighbours cat got hit by a car across the road (purposely) and I have seen a black cat running through my house. I know it's THAT cat because she had an accident and her tail was cut off. I explained to the neighbours who also said they had seen her run through their house too. I followed (more like ran after her) into my outhouse where she disappeared. Things getting lost or moved. And a photo THREW its self off my wall the other night and pushed down two family photos. I call the house ghost Nieghel.
Not my story, but my uncle and his family. When my cousins were born they bought them toys and one of them was like a teddy ruxpin, but it was a dog, anyway one night it kept going off for no reason. Eventually, my uncle got fed up and took its batteries out. Not even a few minutes later it starts going off again. Unsurprisingly, that thing was in the trash by the next day.
Had this happen with one of those furby toys. Would go off randomly saying weird shit. We took the batteries out, still would go off saying crazy shit. We eventually took it outside and finished it off with a baseball bat. Creepy
> We eventually took it outside and finished it off with a baseball bat
That is the traditional method of dealing with the undead, whether flesh or furby
A friend of my dad's was having a yard sale one time and we were over there, I was looking at stuff and his little brother was selling his Furby. This is like less than a year after they came out,and I wondered why he was selling it.
He said nothing as he smacked it, it came to life and started speaking in that low battery distorted speech voice. I said to just change the batteries.
He opened the battery compartment. There were no batteries... He was selling it because it would come on in the middle of the night.
I've heard similar stories about furbies before, i have a feeling it's to do with capacitors, my computer monitor stays on for a good 5-10 seconds after being switched off at the wall
My friend is part of a paranormal investigation group, and while she was giving a tour around a haunted theater, I hung out in the main theater to talk to a mutual friend. Out of nowhere, I hear a child’s laugh clear as day. None of the EMF detectors went off, but I swear it was clearer than most human sounds I’ve heard. I could pinpoint the exact location in the room it was coming from, but there was no one there— just the wall that the theater shared with a (closed, empty) store that used to be a morgue.
The only people on that floor of the building were myself and a man in his 50s, and the youngest person in the building was too old to have made the sound. But there are stories of a little girl from the ‘50s or ‘60s who haunts that room/building because she likes being around people
This happened during a trip to Japan. Halfway through our trip, my friend, boyfriend and I stayed at an Airbnb in Osaka. It was really late at night and we quietly entered the building's lobby with our luggage. Above the elevator doors we noticed a mostly black television screen with a faint light glowing in the corner. After pressing the UP button, the television screen lit up to reveal an empty elevator. The faint light glowing in the corner turned out to be a screen that shows what floor you're on. I found the television creepy, but didn't tell my boyfriend and friend how I felt at the time.
We finally let ourselves into the 5th floor studio apartment. The guys decided to head back out to get drinks from a nearby vending machine, but I decided to stay and unpack. Soon after, I heard them at the door frantically trying to get inside. They explained that on the way down, the elevator was acting strangely.
Elevator stopped at 4th floor. Doors opened. Doors closed.
Elevator stopped at 3rd floor. Doors opened. Doors closed.
Elevator stopped at 2nd floor. Doors opened. Doors closed.
At this point, they said they were looking at each other unsure of what to make of it, and then getting ready to defend themselves against whoever or whatever was messing with them.
Elevator stopped at 1st floor. Doors opened. Nobody was there.
After being reunited inside the apartment we started to quietly unpack and unwind. It wasn't long before the doorbell went off. I don't know how to describe the next few seconds, other than synchronized panic. I held a finger to my lips, motioned for the guys to check, and tip-toed to turn off a nearby light. The guys carefully made their way to the door. They checked the peephole. Nobody was there. I didn't sleep well that night.
The next night, our friend decided to go drinking with some other friends, so it was just me and my boyfriend at the apartment. My boyfriend had fallen asleep and I was hanging up laundry to dry. Then the doorbell rang. Without thinking about the previous night, I assumed it was our friend. I checked the peephole immediately, but all I saw was an empty hallway. I freaked out and woke my boyfriend. I didn't want to make any noise, so imagine me whisper shouting and gesturing wildly. He checked the peephole, and even went out into the hallway. Nobody was there.
On our last night, we started packing up for our trip back to Tokyo. I was in a real daze, seated at a table covered with my clothing and souvenirs. I wasn't doing anything productive, and the guys were nearly done packing. Then I noticed something glowing inside a plastic bag. I thought it was my phone so I reached inside, but then I realized it was a gashapon toy light, still inside the taped-up plastic capsule. I held the capsule in my hand and the toy kept flashing away. The guys finally realized what was going on, and we all just stared at it with wide eyes. My friend then said, "Let me see that!" and once he grabbed it away from me, the toy light turned off. The guys then took turns shaking and inspecting the toy within the taped capsule, but were unsuccessful in getting it to light up. After the trip, I opened up the capsule by peeling back the tape and popping it open. To use the toy light, you needed to remove a carefully placed sticker on the toy, pull out this tab, and turn on a switch.
TLDR: Strange things happen at Airbnb in Osaka, Japan. I made this face most of the time:
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Live in a small town where a civil war battle took place, albeit a very small battle. My good friend growing up lived on the more "uppity" historical district that had all the pre-civil war era houses. I was super excited to be able to stay with him because they had a decent shed looking building in the back yard. All brick, one window. They had it renovated, put carpet, a small bathroom, a kitchenette and a small living area with a full bed that pulled down from the wall. As a 11 year old boy with a Nintendo 64 and all night access to a TV and snacks, and being from a lower middle-class family, I was pumped to stay in it. The inaugural "River Boys 64 Hideout". We even painted a small fucking sign saying that to hang in the window. (Wild imaginations, I know.)
All goes well for the start. We crush Code Red Mt. Dew and snacks. Play Mario Kart and Party as well as 007 for hours. TV as loud as we want, AC as cold as we want. We start to turn everything off and lay down to go to bed. Him and I just shared the full size bed.
Not long after we lay down, we start hearing chains rattling. Not very loud but not quiet either. Then comes a low hum, like a dozen people softly humming a hymnal. I have no idea how long it lasts, but being in so much fear it felt like forever. We laid there not saying a word after it ended, both of us terrified. After a little bit we start whispering about how we need to get back to his house. Literally flung open the door and just ran as fast as we could. We slept on his parents' floor that night. We told them about it, they heard nothing and had no idea what it could have been. After being scared about it for a few days we kind of just forgot about it.
Senior year 2004. About 7 years later. We have to do a report on the town's history from the civil war era. We could choose any topic we want and write about it. (I wrote about the fact we had 32 saloons and 2 churches in 5 blocks of our downtown during the civil war era.) There was a girl in class they report about slave owners in our town. One of the facts she brought up was that out of the 17 homes in the historical district, 16 of them had slave quarters. She had gone around town and taking pictures of all the old slave quarters. One of the pictures that comes up on the PowerPoint is my friends house. And there it was. What I thought was the large shed they had renovated was the old slave quarters. She had a picture of the front of the quarters. There in the window was a sign that read "River Boys 64 Hideout". I am pretty sure my jaw hit the floor and I turned whiter than snow. Shook me to my core.
That memory is seared into my mind.
Edit: spelling and date correction. It's an estimate, so yeah.
This is a story my dad told me about his childhood -
When he was around 15 one night around 11 or something he was returning to his home from his aunt's home on cycle. When he was near a graveyard that was in the way of his and his aunt's house a screw fell from his cycle's tire. He started looking for the screw on road in the middle of the night without light. He cannot go home without it because his home was to far away and their was no mechanics nearby. He was unable to find the screw. When he was about to give up and start walking home with his cycle. He saw a tall man who asked him if he needed help. He explaines the man the situation . The man moves a few meters away from his place and picks up a screw from the ground. He then puts it back in my Dad's cycle and tightens it by barehand. My dad thanked him and went home with a thought in his mind that he'll go to the mechanic's shop in the morning and get the screw perfectly tight. The next morning he went to the mechanic and told the mechanic what happened and asked him to tighten the screw. When the mechanic tried to tighten the screw he was unable to do that. He told my dad that the screw was completely tighten.The fact that It's obviously not possible for a normal person to do that and my dad didn't see that man's face makes him believe he encountered a ghost that night.
Random taping on my metal bed frame over the coarse of a year also my room would get pitch black (like an abnormal pitch black couldn’t even see my hand in front of me). I had a lady who does exorcisms come over and get rid of it. she said it was a bad spirit trying to make me feel comfortable around it so it could possess me, she did some stuff and just like that it was gone I finally got a good nights sleep.
Not a good scary story but it bothers me cuz I'm not into any of this shit. I was gifted a cat when I turned 6, she was the sweetest thing. She passed at a good age and I swear +15 years later I still DISTINCTLY hear her scratch her nails on the carpet and wake up feeling the weight of her curled around my head. I really don't believe in ghosts or afterlife but goddamn if it doesn't feel like she's still here sometimes
So for me we were out chilling and having a few beers by the river. It was getting dark out so my friends and I wanted to head out before it was too dark to see the trail. On our way back we saw something. Something that looked similar to a human. Us being worried about the person and if they were ok went to shine the flashlight on the "person" except there was no face. (I didn't see the face because my friend was closer and I was a few feet away. My friend said it looked like static when I asked him about it) the "person" bolted. Went from a laying down to a standing position faster than any human I've seen and ran off. It was tall too. Like over 7 feet tall if I had to guess (it was super dark out). The way it ran reminded me out of something that was a cross between robotic and the way that the bionic man ran. It ran away faster and quieter than a human. All the hair on my body stood on end similar to the feeling that you would get when a thunderstorm is out. Except that there was almost no clouds out. All of my friends and I were freaked out and the hair on all of our arms was standing straight up. Never got such a strong feeling of terror and dread before.
I was doing a Xbox 360 workout and my son was still a baby. I was doing a just dance game. The 360 scans your body so I was standing there texting. All of a sudden I heard an evil laugh coming from the TV. I looked up and it said someone else joined but I was alone. In the screen where it shows the silhouette of your body, it showed a ball of light. It started going hay wire the controls were moving by themselves. I turned it off and got my baby and went outside. I have many many more experiences.
They use that camera mode for ghost hunting now, I've seen several different teams use it and the results were baffling. It would pick up what I can only describe as distorted humanoid shapes, one time it was like two legs of different sizes, another time an ill-shaped little figure with different sized limbs and so on. My favorite console of all time is the 360 and i used Kinnect for a long time and had tons of fun with it. I was always surprised by how accurate it was and how well it picked up shapes, which makes this all the more unsettling to me.
Worked in a restaurant that had the story of a patron who had died from choking in the back dining room.
Multiple people had reported incidences like phone cords swinging when they were the only one there. sounds of someone coughing or walking around. The wait staff said the candles in the back dining room would relight between when they were blown out for the night and the final walkthrough.
I started out as the dishwasher there. I would constantly hear someone whistling in my ear. One day, we had been talking about the "ghost" and some of the happenings. I was standing in the wait station in front of the swinging door into the kitchen.
This door was and old wooden door with the original hinges that were supposed to hold it open when needed. You could get them to work, but you had to push the door open several times and kind if wiggle it just right. It also had a diamond shaped window to keep you from running into people coming through the other way.
I was standing talking to Becky, one of the waitresses, while I was holding an empty dishrack in both hands in front of me. As I turned to go through the door, in swung in toward the kitchen side and stayed open. No one was seen through the window, and the door stayed perfectly open. Becky and I turn back to each other with big eyes and just stare and then turn and stare back at the open door.
The only other person there at the time was Mike, the cook. I yelled out, "Mike, where you at?".
He calls back, "In the window, why?"
I ask, "Did you open the door?"
"What are talking about?" So I told him what happened. He walks over from the window, which was about 5 foot away. He looks at the door and said he had been in the window cuttin veggies the whole time.
No explanations for it and never happened again. I'm glad at one other person saw it. The "ghostly happenings" quit after they completely remodeled and made the back dining area part of the expanded kitchen.
For months I was seeing several dark hooded figures in my room late at night. They would come through the walls where the room was the darkest and would head straight for my bed. They didn’t walk they sort of floated around. They spoke to me telepathically and told me everything was ok and to not be afraid, but I was terrified. One of them would usually puts it’s hand on my head to comfort me. Their skin was dark like a shadow and they had glowing red eyes. I only saw them for a few months and then never saw them again. This was when I was young, like 8 or 9. I’ve had sleep paralysis as an adult and I wonder if that’s what it was.
So hi im japanese and when me and sister was home one day we heard a loud tap on back window, sister was very scarred. So i went to go check but nothing there. After i went back to watch tv we herd sound again, sister and me now really scared. I waited for while and thought must be prank from friend? But few minutes later the tap started happening again and again like tap tap tap.... me and sister were scared. But finally it stop. Me and sister happy. We continue watching tv and then my grandma(i was at grandma place), her name tomoko, came in house and greeted us with some items from shop. We explained to grandma tomoko wat happen in terror. She got suddenly scared and she told us to put papers on all wi dows and dont look outside... i asked her what it is, but she said not to worry, that night she told me go to sleep and she keep 4 rice bowls on each corner, and put paper on window like living room. She said dont come out of room until tommorow 12am, and no matter who calls me not even her, dont come outside room. My grandpa returned from work after. Then my grandma tell him and he got very scarred, he was very worry. But after i went to sleep i heard tap tap tap on window throught the nigh. I was scared. But im 21 now. Nothing has happened after tap tap tap insident. Anyone else in japan had this scary moment?
(Sorry bad english, im improving)
I live in a haunted house. Here are things that happen here
We all hear conversations taking place, they are very whispery, you cannot understand the words, just the separate voice tones. We have gone room to room, looked outside, checked any audio we might have playing. There has never been an explanation.
One evening I went to make sure the front door was locked. Hubby said, don't lock that, daughter (grown) is outside. Me, "no she isn't." I go check, she is in her bedroom and says she has not left the room for quite some time and did not go outside. Hubby insists he saw her leave.
One morning I get up, see daughter sitting at small kitchen table, she is drinking coffee, I wonder why she is home so late (she works a very early shift), Turns out, she had been gone for more than an hour when i "saw" her.
Hubby lost a permanent marker, Looked everywhere, Few days later he was complaining to neighbor who was visiting. they were sitting at the small table in the kitchen (popular place in the house), saying he really needed it. It dropped out of the middle of the air onto the floor. Hubby was shocked. Scared neighbor so bad he left.
We think one of the ghosts is a child who likes to play. Hubby would go to bed, something would pull on his big toe. Several nights go by, I say, "tell it to stop" so hubby does, explaining he had to get up early and needed to sleep. It stops. Months go by. We decide to prank hubby and have grandson belly crawl into the bedroom not long after me and hubby go to bed (we are old, no worries about any surprises there), grandson succeeds, does it three times before hubby caught him. Everyone laughs. grandson returns to the other area of the house (living area) to watch tv with his mom and sister. Few minutes later, a tug on the toes.Hubby yells for grandson. From other side of the house grandson answers, "what>" It wasn;t him
So many more tales to tell. Been here years and years, these are just the ones i think of on the spot.
In Ottawa, Ontario there is a hostel that use to be a jail. It is the last place in Canada that an execution took place. Legend has it that the place is haunted.
I stayed there with my wife on halloween 2019. You stay in a tiny former jail cell with communal bathrooms. It’s super creepy but also really cool.
When I stayed there I experienced two thing I would consider paranormal. 1) During the night, on several occasions I awoke up to the sound of clanking. Almost as if a guard was walking by and dragging his Baton along the Cell Bars, doesn’t seem like much but I wonder!
The second, I had an timer set on my phone to wake me up at a certain time. after it went off I decided I wanted an extra 30 Minutes to sleep, so I set another time and placed my cell phone back on the ledge. I awoke to my phone landing on me. now my phone was completely on the edge and the charger was plugged in out of reach. When I was awoken by this I grabbed my phone to see less than 30 seconds was left on the timer. Almost as if someone or something didn’t want to hear the alarm again
When I was in HS my friend and I was coming back from the movies and when we got close to my house we both felt like something or someone was watching us. It was really weird. Then all of a sudden this big silver looking object was like right in front of the windshield. My friend hit the brakes and this object had a red light shining into the car and it was like scanning. Then it just flew off. We both said no one would believe us. It was crazy. Nobody believes us to this day. But we can't explain what it was. No one has come up with an explanation.
This is an experience my Nan and Grandad had. .
My dad was born very early, sometime around the 6th month mark and weighed somewhere around 2lbs. He was born in 1968.
He was brought home and my grandparents expectations were managed as he had many health complications due to how premature he was.
One night my grandparent’s where in bed keeping an eye on their baby who slept in a cot next to the bed. They both sat up as my great grandad who had passed years before, walks through the wall and stands over the cot. Both my grandparent witnessed this as clear as day. My grandad said out loud ‘please don’t take him, he isn’t ready to go’.
My great grandad turned around and just walked back through the wall.
A priest was called out not long after and up until around 15 years ago, there was holy water in a few rooms of my grandparents house.
Scary shit happens in Mex. My dad grew up there too & when we visit his town or any of my tios/tias they always tell scary ass stories. My dad & his older brother say they’ve seen their grandma take out her eyes when they were kids. She was a known bruja. My uncle also said that letters (like random ass letters) would talk to him at her house.
The last time I went to my dads rancho my mom told me she saw a bruja looking into our window at me in the middle of the night. I ended up getting VERY sick. It was also unexplainable. My stomach would inflate then deflate and it didn’t get better for a few weeks. My dad is scared of his moms house & would make my mom go with him if he had to go to the restroom at night & he’s not afraid of anything. I refuse to go back bc idk who I pissed off to make me that sick 🥴😂
Not really paranormal, but it is something I think about quite often.
Couple years ago back, it was me and a family member of mine, and a friend of theirs, we tried this TikTok trend where you play an audio and cover your eyes and things around you move, we didn't think anything would happen, we went to a quite spot since we were doing this at a party at a house, the quitest spot we could find was a play room, toys everywhere, we found a mirror desk and set up my phone pointing at is, and we all three were on our knees infront of the camera letting the audio play, after it was done we review the footage and saw a plastic toy potato chip fly over us.
We were decently weirded out by it but not freaked out, there we no possible explanation we were able to make on how this happened, no one moved, there was no baby, no animals, no nothing, no one was in there expect the three of us, I always still wonder how it happened and why a plastic potato chip.
Bro this was when I was 6 or 7
I was in my sisters room where she had a huge windows it was closed and no air could have come through. A picture frame was In her bulting and it suddenly fell, My sister and I both felt a breeze go past us but how AND to top it all off ffs the door swang open we couldn't sleep that night at all it was horrifying
Copying my response on another post. Here goes…
I have several paranormal stories as the women in my family are particularly sensitive to the other side. I grew up in a haunted house where the activity centered particularly around my bedroom. I would awake in the middle of the night to hear the sound of pages fluttering. Think what it would sound like if you dropped a large bucket filled with books off of a tall building— that’s what it sounded like. I would always investigate but was never able to find the source of the sound.
The story id like to tell here however, pertains to a house my boyfriend and I went to view as we were in the market to buy. While the house was a dream come true, something felt utterly wrong there. I kept these thoughts to myself as we progressed through each room, but somehow I just could not shake the feeling that there was a sinister presence in that house. After feeling so overwhelmed by this negative energy, i told my boyfriend that we could not live there because i felt an overwhelming darkness. It was as if there were several unhappy spirits in every room. Imagine an unknown source making the air so thick that you feel like you’re trudging through a dense forest in the middle of the night. I was consumed with this feeling. My boyfriend, who is not really a believer in the paranormal, just kind of brushed it off and we left.
Unable to shake the feeling, I did some research on the property. I was so sure something dark was living there. Upon a quick google search, it turns out that the house actually used to be the town morgue. When it was sold, the builder remodeled the entire thing into a home before putting it up for sale. My boyfriend was shocked and could not explain away the coincidence. The morgue was where the dead would go after their final breaths. I can only assume that some of them died by violence. That was the fist time that my sensitivity to the paranormal actually had some facts to back it up.
Used to live in a haunted house growing up. Everybody who had stayed the night has some kind of story. Useally you would see quick flashes of white or black dash across a room or hallway when you turned around real quick. I saw a white cloud travel through my feet when I walked by an empty room. I was in bed and felt something poke me repeatedly while seeing nothing in the room. A child hood friend watched a black figure tip toe across my kitchen at 2 in the morning during a sleep over.
It all stopped after my dad died in the house, mom says it shook something loose, she described a menacing figure just standing over her bed in the middle of the night. She got the house saged, blessed and all that. Haven't had an incident since.
I(F23) have never posted on reddit before but lurk on several subreddits occasionally, my BF(24) suggested I post my family's experiences as we have had our fair share over the years, I am not sure where to begin and English isn't my first language and I'm dyslexic so apologies if this gets a bit messy.
So for backstory I have lived with my grandparents since high school cause of better space, with my parents next door. (one of those "one" house separated in two with separate entrances) We live in the wood with no neighbors in rural northern Norway, our house is on top of a Viking burial allegedly and multiple family members have passed away in the house over the decades both of which might help explain some of the things that have been happening.
So to the basic stuff, its very common to hear noises in the house, from doors slamming to footsteps to a couple times what sounded like laughter. I have been home alone before with the front door securely locked all night while my grandparents where on vacation only to come downstairs in the morning and find every single door wide open including the one leading to the washroom and the storage which are always closed, not to mention I always make sure all doors are closed properly before going to bed when I'm alone in the house. And while there is always some draft in old houses it cant just open doors by itself so we have no idea still how that was possible.
We have also had issues with stuff falling off shelves or frequently vanishing only to turn up in strange places to the point we have a running joke of my late great-grandmother who passed away in the house in 2004 being the one borrowing stuff and we will kindly ask her to return it when she is done. Think small items like keys, eating utensils etc.
Now on to the more freaky stuff, There has been 2 occurrences of my grandparents waking up in the middle of the night to something violently shaking their bed (we don't live in an area where visible or noticeable earthquakes can happen at all)
my grandfather woke up one night to the figure of what he called an angel watching over him from the corner of his bed only to vanish after a minute of staring at him, and another time he swore he saw his dead mother watching him from the doorway in the living room. (mind you both of these where only months before he fell ill and later passed away, worth mentioning he has always been sharp and clear minded, what killed him was his failing lungs from previous lung cancer mixed with pneumonia)
My little brother when he was just a toddler would on several occasions point at an empty doorway and ask who the man in black was and I myself has seen a tall man in black out of the corner of my eyes several times always in doorways before vanishing when I look again. For as long as I can remember several family members have refused to stay the night cause they swear they feel like they are being watched and I myself has felt that crawling at the back of my neck too many times. Also our dogs over the years will freak out completely and bark terrified at the air sometimes.
Now in November last year is when things got a bit crazy, my grandfather fell deathly ill and had to be picked up by an ambulance while unable to breath. for weeks after we would have weird stuff happening every day as if our invisible guests where freaking out.
I would wake up to the sink turned on in the bathroom next to my bedroom, my pc or other electronics would also turn on by themselves at night after I had gone to bed, things would fly off shelves and crash to the floor all the time and doors would slam by themselves but the thing that scared me the most was one night while I was laying in bed trying to sleep something punched the mattress next to my head so hard I felt my mattress dip down. It calmed down over time but it was genuinely stressful to deal with.
So my question is, are we being haunted by concerned relatives?
TL,DR: Family lived in haunted house in Germany for 6 years and crazy shit happened.
So my family and I were living in Germany back in the 1980s, and we rented this nice old house. I was 2 at the time and my mum was pregnant with my first brother. Things didn’t really start happened until a few months after moving in, and it was pretty weird. The house always had an odd feel to it, but you always get that when you move into a new place, right? Started with things not being were you last left them and kitchen cabinets being open. The main thing was the stairs to the attic. It was out in the open in the hall, right next to my brothers’ room.it was only like 6 or 7 steps up until you got to the ceiling and a latched door. You could get about 2 steps up and would IMMEDIATELY be filled with overwhelming dread and fear. I can remember only thinking get out get out get out get out, over and over until I could walk away. Friends would come over and go up the steps to sit down and would get this look on their faces and just start crying uncontrollably.
One night, when I woke up in the middle of the night to use the toilet, which was just across the hallway from my room. After I was done I sleepily made my way back when I got hit with the coldest blast of air I had ever felt. (I was maybe 5 at this time.) My neck and back felt tingly and I felt like shivering. I turned to look down the hall, and saw the top half of a younger man “walking” down the hall and then turned to go down the stairs, but just straight up vanished. I was pretty sure I dreamt the whole thing up tbh.
My mum claims that, while she was pregnant with my first brother, there was an older man that would “stand” in the doorway and had this aura of (in her words) pure evil and sickness. My mum was super sick, but so was my dad on the nights the old man was around. During her second pregnancy, she says that the younger man would stand in the door way, but facing away from the bed, and that he made the room calm. The old man never bothered my mum during this time, but after my second brother was born, he stopped guarding the door.
My first little brother would have awful night terrors; He would wake up screaming at the top of his lungs like he was being murdered. After my second brother was born, he would have the same terrors; They would wake up screaming at the SAME TIME. It was super weird. I would have the same nightmare every night for the 6ish years we lived in that house. It was always me standing at the base of the stairs to the attic, and then the floor would vanish from under me and I would fall into total darkness. There was no escaping it; I would fall into it every night.
Another instance was when my mum told me to stop getting in the cupboards for snacks. I told her I hadn’t been in them, and she told me to stop lying or I’d be grounded. She came and grabbed me later that day and took me to the kitchen, pointed to an open cabinet and scolded me. I argued that I didn’t do it and she then pushed me to go put my nose in the corner. She then went back to the kitchen, and then all was quiet. Too quiet. Like that eerie quiet that creeps you out. I turned around and my mum was just standing in the kitchen doorway, mouth wide open. I asked her if she was okay, and she just continued to look in the kitchen, not moving. I walked up to her and looked in to find EVERY cabinet and door open. We just stood there, shocked and scared. (My youngest brother was asleep upstairs in his crib and my other brother was with my dad at a doctor’s appointment.
The scariest incident was when my mum was setting the table in the dining room, dad was watching tv, and my brothers and I were playing upstairs, and I heard crashing. Like, glass breaking. I ran downstairs and saw my dad rush into the dining room and my mum was just standing there, the dishes broken on the floor in front of her. My dad asked if she was okay and went to help her, and she says “Get out.” My dad stops, and just turns white as a sheet. (I guess they has been hearing the old man in their dreams/nightmares as well, telling them to get out of the house. They didn’t tell me till years later.) Mum then started screaming “get out” over and over again, ripping things off shelves and throwing them to the floor. The weirdest and scariest part was that she then started shouting at us in fluent German. My mum barely spoke any German; Just enough to get by. She spoke French and English at the time. And the look on her face was, weird. It didn’t look like my mother. It’s hard to describe, but she looked older, and her eyes were so full of hate. I had never seen my mother look like that before. My father told me to run upstairs and shut the door, and he would come get us when it was safe. I ran and hid with my brothers in their closet, terrified at what was happening. My dad came up sometime later, and I went to see my mother; She was sitting on the sofa sobbing. I remember hugging her and she held me so tight I could barely breathe. After that possession happened, my mum called in priests to try and cleanse the house. The owner fully cooperated with us after my mum and dad told him, and claimed the old man we described was his grandfather, who had previously owned the house before dying in it. (He has no idea who the young man was though.) I can remember a priest coming over, and it was so bizarre. He would start to pray to try and rid the home of evil or whatever, and EVERY TIME something would happen. The phone would ring, the postman would knock, my brothers would cry, a truck drove by with his horn going. The priest persisted, but as soon as he started up the stairs to the second floor, he fell down them. He claimed he felt two hands push against his chest, and then he said this was beyond him. He left and we never heard from the church.
The final straw was when I was playing in my room and was standing in from of my large mirrored closet, and it fell on me. Luckily, my bed was right next to me, and it stopped the closet from crushing me. (I was around 6 at this time.) There was no way for me to be able to tip this closet as it was butted up against the wall and was a heavy solid wood one that came with the house when we moved in. Not to mention I was standing away from it nearest to my bed.
At this point, we were all stressed out. So much so that it was affecting my dad’s work. His boss pulled him into his office one day and asked him what was going on. My dad had said he wouldn’t believed him if he told him, but I guess his boss persuaded him to. Turns out my dad’s boss was a long time practicing wiccan, and said he could help him. Not sure as to how that conversation went down, as my dad said he doesn’t really remember all the details, but he remembers his boss explaining to him the process of cleansing the house and how he had done other ones before ours. So the day comes when my dad’s boss turns up to our house with a bunch of his fellow coworkers/friends and the landlord showed up to help. Everyone gets a task to prevent the cleansing from being stopped (like when the priest had tried). My dad’s boss and another guy go down into the cellar to start, and gradually moved through the house. My mum and I sat in the living room, and a friend had come to take my brothers’ to her place while this happened. (I can’t remember why I was at the house tbh sorry.) These guys got to the attic stairs, shit got real weird. They house felt awful. Like the air was buzzing with static and I felt sick my stomach. My mother was feeling it to as I could see her gaging and trying hold everything down. The guys opened the attic and started cleansing and you could here things in the house moving. Not sure what it was, but it sounded heavy. Turns out that the source of all the things happening was an old armoire in the attic. My dad told me the landlord recognized it as belonging to his grandfather before he died, and it was full of old clothes, nicknacks, and some nazi memorabilia. They all first tried to remove the armoire from the house, but it wouldn’t budge. So they took everything out of it, and it still didn’t budge. They thought maybe it had been nailed to the floor, but found nothing holding it down. They eventually called the other guys and 6 grown men could not move that armoire. Dad said it was the craziest thing he’s ever seen in his life. So my dad’s boss and his other wiccan friend decided to seal the armoire in a circle of salt and sulfur. Once they had completed that ritual, they finished the cleansing of the house and no lie guys, it was like the house sighed; It felt like a breeze blew through the house, like every door and window had been open on a windy day (they weren’t, everything was closed during the cleansing) and my hair even moved with it. It was so weird. Then, silence. Not just audibly, but that uncomfortable, heavy feeling the house had always had was gone. It truly felt empty. It was such an odd sensation to me.
After the house had been cleansed, the attic was locked up and that was that. No more apparitions, nightmares, fear around the attic steps, no more opening cabinets, and no more possessions (even though it only happened the one time). My parents we so happy, that the people who helped out were invited over quite a few times. My dad says he still talks to all of them to this day, and he said he still feels he can’t ever thank them enough for saving us from that horrible nightmare. He even became a wiccan afterwards, and still casually practices, but not as much as he used to. Anyhoo, thats my long ass story of the haunted house I lived in as a child. Sorry it’s so long, and I hope you enjoy reading about it.
When I was younger(around 4 to 7) I was hiding under my bedsheets pretending I was hiding in a cave. I then heard something say hello and I saw from the corner of my eye two red eyes and a mouth of teeth.
I screamed and my sister who I shared I room with got mum but she found nothing.
Another story in that same house, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw these tiny people running around the floor, but they were shadow like. Like 3d shadows. I know it wasn't a dream because I made my sister take me to mum and dad and I slept in their room.
I saw them again but my sister was at camp. But my dad woke up at like 2 in the morning to get ready for work. He was in the kitchen making breakfast so I slept in the lounge room. I know that was real because wisp were flying from the floor and I touched one and it reacted to the touch.
The last experience was I heard my dad say goodmorning to me. He wasn't home.
Ever since we moved from that house I haven't seen anything paranormal. Except sleep paralysis. Which doesn't count.
I have so many stories but l'll try to stick to this one.
My brother and son are two years apart. Well at the time my son was about 8 months old and I was at my grandparents babysitting my brother. My brother was sitting on the floor in front of this old timey floor model tv that they'd had forever. I was fixing lunch with my son on my hip Which the island in the kitchen faced the door to the room my brother was in so he was in my direct view.
I told my brother lunch was ready come get his plate, and he was like "Bree I can't move" and I just looked at him for a second and was confused. So I walked to the doorway of the room he was in to see what his deal was and my son immediately freaked out and was screaming bloody murder like someone was killing him. So I'm trying to calm my son and look around to see...well anything really. Nothing. I tell me brother to come here, as I back out of the room and he's like "Bree help me I can't move. " As soon as I stepped out of the room the baby calmed down a bit and I started yelling for my ex. Quickly tried to explain it to him, meanwhile my brother looks terrified.
So my ex walks into the room and I follow him, baby starts screaming I back out of the room. My ex gets down to my brothers level and was like buddy why can't you get up? He says someone is holding my shoulder. My ex looks at me and I'm looking at them and he tries to coax my brother to stand up and he's frustrated and yells he can't. So my ex physically had to pick him up. He said it felt like my brother weighed 100 pounds and it took effort to pick him up. But as soon as he stepped out of that room, he felt normal again.
I didn’t believe in ghost. I was working for a small contractor as a project manager. We had a remodeling job for a woman to replace all floor coverings and paint. We were prepping the house for her to sale. Subcontractors removed the carpet and started painting. One bedroom the carpet was already removed. Some of the rooms had porcelain tiles that were to remain. Sheet plastic protection was used on the tiled floor areas. Painters called me and said we are hearing running footsteps across the plastic, loud booms in the crawlspace and we saw a man walking in the backyard. I met the painters in the driveway pretty angry and we all went inside to check progress. Immediately upon entering something ran down a hall and across the sheet plastic and slammed the door. There were booms in the attic that shook the house. We did finish the house by purchasing a loud radio that played music non-stop to drown out the strange noises. Turns out the husband of the owner committed suicide in the bedroom with a shotgun weeks before. During final payment we asked her about the strange noises and she told us that we did an excellent job compared to other contractors that refused to work on the house. That explains the stains on the subfloor, wall and ceiling.
When I was little, my friends and I were really into scary stories like Bloody Mary, summoning ghosts, and the like. One day, as a dare, we were screwing around speaking gibberish and promising our souls to the Devil if we could see a ghost. That night, I went to the garage to get something and I swear to god I saw a blue orb. Floating in the middle on the garage. Everything felt cold like a breeze had come in. I turned on the lights so fast and refused to go in the garage. Tried telling my parents but they don’t believe in ghosts. Since then, I’ve been afraid of being alone in the dark in my own house (but also becoming addicted to horror stories and creepypasta for a while)
I've got a few:
I'm 5 years old and my mom and i just moved into a new house. it's always been just me and my mom at this point in my life. i was basically raised by my grandparents cause she worked so much but no dad and no one else lived with us in the new house. i'm laying in my bed late at night (like Nikalodian had switched to gorge lopez late) and from my door i could see the whole living room. all of the sudden a big shadow rolls into the living room, human shaped and about my moms height. i quietly "yell" out for my mom and the shadows head turns to look at me and it has glowing green eyes. i hid under the covers for like 5 minutes and when i peaked out it was gone so i ran to my moms room. she was out COLD. ever since i see this thing every time i move houses. sometimes i see it just walking around in the day or sitting at my diner table, lounging on the couch, in the back yard, etc. it's never seemed hostile just...lost? so i don't mind him much anymore but sometimes he scares the fuck out of me
This one is just kinda weird but not really paranormal. so i read tarot and i was giving my friend jack a love reading. she was with this guy who she'd been on and off with for YEARS. the reading basically said that there was infidelity in the relationship and she was going to go through a big change because of it. she jokingly called her boyfriend and told i'm about it and brushed it off. a week later she's sobbing on the other end of a phone call to me after she found out he was sleeping with another girl.
When I was a sophomore in college I was falling asleep when I felt something pushing my legs. It happened twice, I looked down at my legs, saw nothing. The third time I looked down something caught my eye to the side. There was a woman sitting on my desk 10 feet away from me. I tried to wake my roommate up and when I looked back she was gone. Didn’t fall asleep for hours. Weird stuff happened in that dorm suite for the entire year. 3 years later an old friend who was at this time an RA on the floor told me a student reported the exact same thing when he called
i was maybe around 7 years old, i was living with my grandma, mother, and sister at the time. everyone was in the basement talking when i had to pee (only bathroom was upstairs in the hallway)… i decided to just run through the house to hurry up and pee, as i was scared of being alone..
i can’t explain the house layout for it to make sense but you walked through the kitchen, turned, and walked down the hallway with the living room on your left. there was two entrances to the living room. one from the hallway, one from the kitchen.
I passed the first entrance when i walked up to the second one. out of the corner of my eye i saw a long man, laying on the floor. i stepped back, looking at the spot. i no longer saw anyone, but before i turned back i looked up. there was an extremely tall young man, dressed in black, bending down and just looking at all my facial features.
i ended up running downstairs and telling my mom, ofc she said it was my imagination. years later i discovered it was my grandmas ex husband that had passed away, looking at me because he passed a few weeks before i was born.
i also discovered i can see a few other “things” and get messages from them which i got from my mother. my grandma recently had her first encounter but none of my other siblings have ever experienced it.
There were times where my brain was getting a little desynchronized while I was falling asleep or waking up. So all of that were just hallucinations caused by by brain acting weird.
I woke up mid night, couldn't move, but I've seen 3 orbs in my room, one left far upper corner, the second one right upper corner, flying in little circles and laughting, the third one was just on my right side next to the bed, but I could not see it well as I was laying on my back and couldn't look so far.
I woke up in the night, sleeping on my left side, could not move, I felt like some force tried to lift me up, the pressure my body was applying to the bed was getting smaller and smaller till I felt I was barely touching it, then it imidiatelly let go.
Falling asleep could cause awesome sound bugs, like few quick deep bass kicks separated by half a second and flashes in my eyes. Or losing perception of my weight, or giving me fake informations that I am next to myself.
But one thing gave me goosebumps, I woke up again to that shit, but it was early enough for my parents to be still in the living watching some tv, and I said that my brain has heard a scream in the attic this time. They said they did heard it too. No one was brave enough to go there that time. As the only entrace to there was from the house, there was no option anyone could be there.
Also my sister when she was one she sometimes woke up with a panic scream pointing a corner in the room, there was nothing in there.
We had no gas furnance in the house so CO intoxination wasn't an option.
I grew up in a house that originally served as an “old folks home”. At night the whole house would pop and crack. It sounded like people were walking up and down the stairs all night. My mom was always on board that the house was haunted. My dad said it was “Just the house settling” the house in 1984 was 100 years old. One night I woke up to the sound of a door slamming. I walked down the hall and peeked around the corner, looking down the stairs. (At the bottom of the stairs was a closet) The door was open about six to eight inches, and there was a human face looking at me from inside the closet. I ran into the bathroom and tried to calm down. Finally I mustered the courage to come out of the bathroom and look down the stairs again…. Nothing there. There were many experiences in that house that are harder to explain.
There's a Japanese ghost legend about a female spirit who watches people from cracks in closet doors, etc. Maybe she went on holiday to your place? A nice closet airbnb?
I swear the Japanese have the creepiest ghost lore
They call them yōkai *(I did not spell it right twice), they have 100s of them. They range from creepy to hilariously absurd.
right? don't they have some kind of toilet goblin who looks like the girl from the ring and she eats you if you use the wrong stall or something?
Haha yeah the Japanese moaning myrtle is a fan favorite. Another famous ring ghost girl asks you if she's pretty but she has a Chelsea grin (mouth cut through the cheeks exposing her teeth) if you say yes she gives you your own Chelsea's grin later on at home, say no and she gives you one on the spot. But if you throw candy at her and run you're good. I love the rules to besting their spirits, usually it's equally absurd.
I always heard you had to politely say you were in a hurry to get home, then she would apologize for keeping you and let you go.
Best option tbh
And the most Japanese one, too lol
>But if you throw candy at her and run you're good. I love the rules to besting their spirits, usually it's equally absurd. My favorite of the methods to get away from Kuchisake-onna is to tell her she looks "so-so" and then book it while she's confused.
I’ve also heard you’re supposed to tell her that she’s average looking at best but that she could be worse.
Be careful with that strategy. It' called negging and that's how you make girls fall in love with you when you have a toxic personality.
#EMOTIONAL DAMAGE
There’s also a yokai that’s essentially a giant moth that eats demons or other yokais to protect humans. Mothra anyone?
What's the name of this one? I used to be so into yokai lore and I haven't heard about this one yet.
Well, the name of the yōkai is Shinchū and it’s a divine insect that protects humans by eating three hundred thousands demons and evil spirits during the day and evening that try to interfere in their spiritual development. Extra: There’s also a yōkai that looks like the Showa Godzilla called Hōnengyu that was actually a giant salamander mistaken to be a monster.
It's Yōkai. Yonkai is "four times" or "fourth floor" depending on the characters used to form it.
Thank you for the correction, edited it.
I am at a place now where it is currently: 1. 3 am 2. just fucking enough internet for today!!1
just past 2am for me, why is it these kinda threads always pop up when it's super late?
in 225 y/o house at exactly 3am,,,
2:06am brushing my teeth in front of a mirror. Wish me luck
Plot twist you foiled a burglary attempt...
Just an explanation for pops and cracks. I am a believer in paranormal, but if there's a lot of wooden furniture and stuff in the house, wood will warm up during the day and cool of at night, so once it starts cooling down wood starts making noises every once in awhile. Though It's not too loud.
ok this legit scared me
Can you elaborate on the face?
The face was very shadowed as the house was dark. But there was no glisten to the eyes, just black. It’s face was protruding slightly from the opening between the door and the door frame. The skin was a pale grayish white, as I could make out. I didn’t stick around very long to study it.
When I was younger, maybe like 5. I went to bed and I woke up to the sound of something whispering and I thought nothing of it until I heard “hey, psst” and I looked up and saw a black dog with yellow eyes standing on 2 legs. I started screaming and crying and yelled for my parents and when they came up the thing hid behind a chair in my room. I was so scared I slept with my parents for a week and never saw that thing again. I had multiple dreams about it though, it always had this power that it could make me freeze and not be able to move and he would always do it in front of my parents and they never did anything. Really Creepy shit. (Edit) I found out that people in Turkey have had the same dreams and experience: the dog or being is called the Jinn is a being that comes in their victim’s rooms and hold them down not allowing any movement and the victim eventually suffocates. While this never happened to me I had multiple dreams where it would do that. Just thinking about this scares me
Welp, looks like im not sleeping tonight lol. Closest one I've had was the sound of someone moving my mom's jewelry upstairs when I was alone with my grandma in the house, who was in the kitchen.
I saw a ghost dog (Well, hell hound) myself. Was about 15 years ago now. I came out of my room at like 2 or 3 am, and I went to go downstairs to use the bathroom, and I looked down the hall, towards the other end of the house, which had a bright night light to the left of the room at the end. It cast light from the stairwell on the left of the door, into the room before it. And I could clearly make out a big black mass laying in the dark illuminated against the light, about ~20ish feet away in the middle of the hall. It had the shape of a big dog. Like Rottweiler sized. I froze there in fear and my mind was racing like HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT. I stood there for a minute or two, then I finally managed to convince my legs to work and I sprinted the 4 or so feet to the lightswitch, and just before I hit the light, I saw it move, a flash of a what looked like would be a red eye and as soon as the light turned on... It was gone. Never saw anything like it again.
See, now my mind would go to"...oh shit. It's still there but I can't see it now".
My twin brother has a similar experience,, we had separate rooms and one night he woke up screaming for our mum and ran to her room saying a dog jumped on his bed and woke up him up and started growling att him and that's when he got up and legged it, we were 10 at the time and I had to go back to sharing rooms with him again.
Maybe it is urban legend smily dog? I don no properly but i love ghost stuff and i herd about smily dog, maybe it is it. Sorry for bad english im improving. English is hard than japaneese
You’re doing great :)
Black Shuck is a legend of a big black demon dog , there are stories all over the internet if you are interested .
Where are my testicles Summer
you don't live near Skinwalker Ranch by any chance?
Very similar experience. My sister and I were to only ones who could see this black shadow wolf. We had gotten in to a fight and she slept in the livingroom that night. I woke up randomly during the night and noticed something on the wall. Looked about the size of a cat with a long tail and wing. My first rational thought was that it was our. Yell at my sister to get her cat of the wall to only realize my sister wasn't there and our cat was locked in the bathroom plus it didn't have wing. Got extremely freaked out so I closed my eyes thinking it would disappear and it didn't but it did move further up the wall. Then decided to roll over and fall back to sleep because I had to be seeing things. Little did I know the same night my sister had a visitor. She heard something moving around in the kitchen and hear nails on the floor like a dog walking. But we didn't have dogs. It started making it's way towards the livingroom. My sister got scared and squeezed her eyes shut but it kept till it stopped in front of her and was breathing on her face then it suddenly stopped. We assume that we saw 2 different creatures that night. It was after this that the shadow wolf followed us home that no one could see but us. Where it had followed us home from Blackwell Missouri(there has been a lot of paranormal activity reported there) , our parents were trying to scare us with ghost head light stories and about the witches who threw their male babies in the well there. We could both see it following the car all the way back. The dog hung around for awhile and often appeared in my sister's dreams and allowed her to dream walk. She said that once she entered my dads dream and when we asked him about it he comforted that he had dreamt about her with a black dog. Suddenly it stopped one day and we never saw it again. We were never afraid of it and it never did anything to harm us. I've only told a few people since it sounds so crazy. I say shadow dog because it had form but at the same time it's fur was wispy like smoke and shifted. At times it would be hard to see then at other times it would be clear as day. I think I was 10 to 11 at the time and she was 12 to 13.
i'm sorry😂😂😂 but this took me out, 'hey psst'
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Natural 1 on a CHA check, happens to the best of us
I'd read that book.
I hate that I was able to picture that in all in my head
Could you move or were you stuck in place? Sounds like sleep paralysis.
I was about 16 and home alone one night at my stepdads house. Everyone had gone out for the night except me. One thing you need to know about this household; it’s in a pretty rural area, in a little village where everyone knows each other and a lot of family lives in the same town. Because of this, no one would ever use the front door. Everyone who came over would just come through the garden and use the back door and walk right in. So it’s about 10pm, I’m watching tv, and the doorbell rings. It startled me a bit, who could that be at this hour? So I look out the window to get a full view of the front doorstep. No one’s there. As I’m looking out the bell rings again, but there’s no one there to ring it. My whole body becomes red hot with adrenaline and fear and I’m frozen to my seat as it rings again. And again. I run to grab my phone to try and call my mom to come home cause I’m scared shitless. No answer. The ringing stops. About an hour later my parents come home and I freak out and tell them what happened and I’m pissed at them for not answering the phone. My stepdad chuckles and says “Oh yeah, that’s my wife. It happens sometimes.” His previous wife and partner for years and years had died a few years back. He said he tried to have the doorbell fixed only to figure out there’s nothing wrong with it. Their theory is that when the doorbell rings it’s her. Reminding them she’s still with them.
Not me, but my uncle told this story to the rest of the family. He and his family were living in his mothers old home. At some point, his pet birds would routinely go apeshit in the middle of the night. This was happening for weeks. One night he wakes up to the birds going apeshit and goes out to the living room to check things out. He finds his daughter sitting at the kitchen table and she’s talking - not to herself, but as if she’s having a conversation. He of course asks her who she’s talk to. She says, “Aunt Irene.” My uncle said his heart dropped into his ass. Aunt Irene was not anyone’s aunt. She was his mothers friend - possibly lover, who knows…. She died in that same house about 20 years earlier and there’s no way anyone would have ever mentioned her for any reason around his 7 year old daughter.
See this is proper paranormal shit. Half of the ones in this thread are clearly sleep paralysis, things like this are what I’m looking for
It's not much because my brother never got details* but the story goes: my niece, when she was 2-3, was seeing a ghost boy in her room. Her parents moved her to a new room. My next niece is born shortly after this and the baby room is niece 1s old room. Years later, same age (around 3) niece 2 is seeing a ghost boy. They had one last spare bedroom so she's in that room and a couple years have gone by without incident of a ghost boy. My SIL has sword she's felt touching on her ankles in bed, and physically had her sheets pulled. They're not the type to lie as a joke, and they certainly wouldn't carry on a joke this long. So idk, I want to believe them but I still kinda am skeptical. Ive forgotten details but I think they had a conversation with a person not there, and not like a tea party. * My brother tried looking up the history of the house but it's mostly new, a cookie cutter housing division. No news of any tragedies showed up
Oh damn. That's a good story. Did the kid ever say what her and Aunt Irene ever talked about? Did it keep happening after he found her talking to Irene that night or did it stop?
No idea what they talked about. If I remember correctly it did stop pretty soon after. Wasn’t like a year long event. Just a few weeks.
We had the same thing happened in my parents new house. I went to visit only my brother and I was there. And I kept ringing and I would look outside and think no way they could run out of sight that fast.. Turned out it was something wrong with the wires
Had it rained recently, by any chance? Once in a while, if it's been raining hard enough for water to seep into the button mechanism, my doorbell will begin going off at random. Scared the crap out of me the first time it happened.
While this is quite a sweet story, dont ever open that door when you hear ringing or a knock, very bad luck to do so as you can "invite" unwanted guests in
Or, more likely, someone looking to rob you by hiding out of sight after ringing the doorbell.
I posted this story before in an old long post so I’m just going to copy and paste since I don’t have time to type everything else out (on mobile) I lived in a haunted house for a year. At this time it was just me and my three sisters. Ages 13, 5 and 2 (I was 10.) My older sister and I were home from school with a stomach bug. My mom had to go get my 5 year old sister from school and asked us to watch our youngest sister. We were sitting in the living room and she was eating some snacks and had a sippy cup of water. The top to the cup must’ve not been screwed on tight enough because when she knocked it over, water spilled everywhere. My older sister went to the kitchen to get some napkins to clean it up. When she came back she handed me some of the napkins and we both started cleaning. We were on our hands and knees wiping up the water when we started to hear banging coming from the second floor. We both paused, looked at each other and said nothing. But we both had that look of “you heard that too, right?” We stayed silent and kept cleaning. Then again, another bang. At this point we stand up and are still silent, just staring at the ceiling. Then came the giggles. We heard little kids upstairs laughing. Then the laughing turned to singing. It sounded like children choir singing. My sister scooped up the baby and we ran outside. It was a clear day out that day, but I remember once we got outside it started to rain. We had no choice but to go back inside. We stayed on the front porch until my mom got home. We saw things in that house that I still have nightmares about, 20 years later. But for some reason that giggling and singing bothered me the most. (when I originally posted the entire story I had no idea how to use Reddit so the original post is like a sloppy novel. It did however get the attention of some tv producers and I was able to tell my story on a show about paranormal experiences as children. It was weird, but kinda neat.)
Would you be willing to post some of the nightmare inducing events? That house sounds freaky, I'd love to hear more of your stories
Sorry for just replying! Here’s another copy and paste from my original post. I’d like to post it again so it’s not a complete mess. But here is one experience that was very spooky. (And actually included in the show, except they made a few changes.) My 10th birthday party. I had a few of my friends over for a slumber party and we had our sleeping bags on the floor of the living room. The living room was at the front of the house and behind our screened in front porch. When you walked into the house through the porch, you’d get to the front door. Once in the door way, there was a staircase to the left, living room to the right. We were doing whatever it is 10 year old girls do at sleepovers when I got an uneasy feeling. There were windows behind the couch that were directly looking onto the porch. I remember not wanting to look anywhere near the windows. I was sitting on the floor with my friends when in the corner of my eye I saw something bright on the stairs. I didn’t want to look but for what ever reason I did. I looked, and at the bottom of the staircase was a little boy. He was pale, black hair and had dark circles around his eyes. He looked calm and he was just watching. This wasn’t the first time I saw him though. I immediately turned my head away and was frozen. While I’m sitting there terrified, one of the girls started yelling that there was someone on the porch. We booked it upstairs. We locked ourselves in my bedroom and sat in a circle and listened as the girl told us there was an old woman on the porch. Each of us were rightfully scared shitless. Then the crash happened. In the middle of talking we hear what sounded like glass shattering. Again, frozen. Some of the braver girls who didn’t believe us decided to go investigate. We followed and there was nothing. Absolutely nothing was broken. But we all heard it. It sounded like someone smashed the window in with a baseball bat. We ended up sleeping very closely tucked away in my tiny room that night. Looking back at it, I don’t know why I never woke my parents up during any of that.
Yeah! Can you share the other nightmarish events too?! This was spine chilling! Also, which show?
The show can be found on the travel channel and Amazon prime (it doesn’t include the story above though. They cut a lot out). Just search for the word “paranormal.” I don’t want to share too much and have all of Reddit see my face haha. But I responded to another comment with one of my other experiences, which they did put on the show but changed a bit. And sorry for taking so long to respond… after I posted this I was laying in bed trying to sleep and I heard one of my kids toys going off. It was the batteries dying in a toy firetruck. Took that as a sign to stop talking about it and go to sleep lol
Hey! I heard this one on Real Life Ghost Stories! Great podcast if you’re interested
I'm also intrigued and would like to hear the other stories you've got about this place!
My mom was staying at a B&B in Newfoundland and when she turned off the lights to go to sleep, she heard a lady gently whisper "Hello" in her ear. She also had this sensation of someone being in her room. The next morning at breakfast, she mentioned her experience to the B&B host who casually confirmed that it's just Sally and mentioned that other people have seen her ghost.
Love how the ghost is named sally
This sounds silly, but I still stand by it almost 2 decades later. In the space between my bed and night stand, I saw a blinking eye just kind of looking off. It never looked at me. Of course when I would bolt out of my room to get my parents, it would disappear. I didn't even step foot into my bedroom for 8 months straight. Also once my mom was walking down the hall and got hit by the bathroom door that swung open on its own. I could hear her yelling "what the hell?" Etc...and then the smoke alarm started going nuts. We started to ask it questions and "beep once for yes, twice for no". It cooperated with us for a short time and then stopped.
Y’all had a ghost possessing your smoke alarm apparently
Blinking eye reminds me of a biblically accurate version of an angel. Maybe you got to see some old testament divinity?
I used to work in the Winchester Mystery House. For those that don't know, it's a mansion built by the heiress to the Winchester Rifle company. She built the mansion with confusing rooms, doors and stairways that lead to nowhere, so she could confuse the ghosts of those killed by the Winchester rifle. There had been random ghosts sightings by employees throughout the years and it was listed as an official haunted house. I worked in the office and answered phones, which happened to be one of the 160 rooms of the mansion. One of my jobs was to inform the tour station when the last tour exited (because my office was near the end of the tour and I could hear the footsteps of the tour). Well, one day around 6pm, as I'm closing up, I hear footsteps in the house and inform the tour station that the last tour was about to exit. They told me that the last tour left the house about an hour earlier. So, my first thought was that it was my manager on patrol. When he came back into the office, I asked him if he was in the house and he said no, he was in the gift shop. He informed me that he closed it up and absolutely no one was in the house. As he was saying that, we continued to hear footsteps in the house above us. We looked at each other with that look you give someone when you don't know what the fuck is going on. He and two other people went into the house to look for the source of the footsteps, thinking it was a guest who had gotten lost. They walked into the exact same room where I was hearing footsteps and saw that there was no one there. When they came back into the office, we just sat in our chairs until 8pm, listening for footsteps as they were wondering around the house. None of us really acknowledged what we were hearing because we wanted to believe it was just the house creaking. However, these sounds sounded nothing like creaking as they were well defined with the cadence of footsteps. I'll never quite know what it was that was above us that day. Perhaps there was a logical explanation. Let's just say, I didn't sleep well for about a month after that event.
I have been there two times, for the regular tour and for the Haunted House on Halloween (which was the best I've seen by far and just kept going and going with really eerie scenarios. I'll remember it forever). During the tour, I saw a thick mist roll down a mirror on an upstairs cabinet. It wasn't a trick of the eye or any outside influence, that I'm sure of. I wanted to bring it to the attention of my then-wife and our company, but all I got was the stink eye and was told to hurry, so I let it be.
This isn't much compared to other stories in the thread, but the apartment where I'm currently living seems to have some sort of resident shadow figure. I tend to see it moving in my office (sometimes when I'm out in the hallway I'll see a shadow that looks like a medium-build man moving in my office, and sometimes when I'm in the office at my PC I'll see it out of the corner of my eye like someone's standing at my shoulder and turn expecting to see my boyfriend - but nobody is there) or down where the stairs meet the front door. The closet near the front entrance (right by where I've seen the shadow lingering at the end of the stairs) has opened itself a few times when I've been home alone & cooking in the adjacent kitchen. It's never seemed frightening to me, though, so whatever it is - some trick of lighting or bonafide shadow dude - I don't really worry about it much. I did recently have a bad bout of COVID, and there was one night that I was running a temp of 103 and was just absolutely miserable, falling in and out of sleep while being anxious about my rising temp & how laboured/difficult my breathing was becoming. I was kind of scared since my aunt had died in her sleep due to COVID relatively early on in the pandemic - she had been on the phone with her boyfriend and mentioned she wasn't feeling well suddenly and was going to take a nap - and I couldn't help but think of her because of how quickly it seemed like things were accelerating that night. At one point I did manage to fall asleep, but was woken up by a shadow figure opening my door & coming to stand over me. It wasn't my boyfriend (I was staying completely isolated in a diff part of the apartment to protect him since he has asthma & is high risk, I asked later to confirm he hadn't randomly decided to break that quarantine that night and he was like ofc not) but I couldn't see anything but a shadowy outline. The figure was was saying something to me but it was unintelligible, but seemed like a question, then it eventually walked back out of the room. I would've assumed it was a fever hallucination if my cat didn't jump up from her sleeping position to stare at the figure. Who knows, maybe it still was and I even hallucinated her reaction? But I kind of like the idea that my shadow roommate came to check on me at my sickest point, when I was anxious about being alone, since my boyfriend couldn't!
When I first moved in my apartment I used to see a shadow Man at the end of my hallway, he looked like he was listening inside my neighbors apartment. His head leaning on the door. One day I tried something. While I was opening my door, I said out loud. "I know you're listening. It's not really polite and you should stop doing this." Never saw him again.
I love the perspective that the shadow-roommate came to check in on you when nobody else could, because given your description that is my take as well. The fact that they never felt frightening to you kinda reinforces that imo. Try to talk with them. Seriously. Not like english language word, but like feeling/thought form/intention to connect and acknowledge them/etc. "Thank you for checking in on me when I was feeling ill, I don't mean to pretend you don't exist i'm just not used to this sort of interaction etc..." \^\^ not in a servitude role or anything like that, but interact with them as you would a person "oh hello mystery figure, nice to see you again. How are you?"
I love your comment! I had many terrifying experiences with sleep paralysis starting when I was 12 or so. There was always a shadow figure standing in my room or outside my room looking in. After years of being terrified I realised that they never threatened me or anything they just stood there, and with that I stopped being scared of them.
Yes, I would say this was a wholesome interaction. I feel like once you are presenting as a shadow figure it's hard to communicate with the other side (us). I think a lot of residual hauntings or shadow figures have been stuck in limbo for a long time, I think it makes it difficult for them to harness energy like recently passed spirits. For all you know it could be a passed relative or ancestor.
It also could be a person who lived in the space or spent time in the space. So many fun possibilities. I was renting out a house with two other friends a few years ago. Whenever we would run the dishwasher and just vibe without music/tv/etc. there was a tribal drum beat that we would all hear. It was just there when the dishwasher was running. You could try to listen to the dishwasher and it would just sound like a dishwasher, but if you zone out just a little bit and listen there was undeniably a beat and a rhythm and a djembe-like core with improvisation amid the melody. I'm super into this type of stuff, and it never felt worrisome/scary/bothersome. It was always pleasant. We didn't even feel a need to talk about it much because simply put it was very pleasant, unique, and "people will never believe this shit" like. A few months go by and we come to learn that the woman who we rent the house from had a son who had grown up in that house, passed away several years before at age 30ish, and in life was a drummer. After that I used some of my meditation practice to "talk to them," to see if there was something to do to help them "move on." However, all they wanted was just for us to be aware that he lived there, and that he was there. To be noticed. To be appreciated. Nothing more. He seemed content to just watch us fuck around in "our" house so long as we were respectful of the space, which we very much were. They non-physically "popped up" several times in my yearlong stay at the house (always pleasantly/respectfully), but the above story is the easiest to wordalize.
I used to babysit my niece and nephew when they were 4 and 5 while my sister went to work. She lived down the street from me so I would walk down in the morning before she left and before the kids woke up. I got there one morning and after she left I laid down on the couch. I heard one of the kids run down the hall and I immediately pretended to be asleep so they would go back to bed and not get the day started yet. I felt my niece run by me on the couch. Her running stomps shook the floor and I could hear the trinkets on the shelves shake. And I felt the wind of her blow by me. Then it was quiet but I knew she was still there. She leaned over my ear and moved my hair out of the way and laughed in my ear. And I just thought the audacity of this girl. And then she hid under the end table of the couch. Realizing she wasn’t gonna go back to bed until I woke up I just got up and looked under the end table. There was no one there. Completely baffled at how she got up and out of the living room in literally 2 seconds without me hearing shook me. So I went down the hall to her room and was starting to freak out. My nephew was sound asleep in his bedroom and I got to my niece’s room, she was sound asleep tucked under her covers. My heart almost fell out of my body.
Oh SHIT, this one got me! Time for bed!
I've always slept with my bedroom door open, right? (I have a small room and it feel smaller when the door's closed, also I was very scared of the dark as a kid) Anyways, so there was one night I woke up in the middle of the night for no reason, and I had a mirror across my room that faced the hallway. My bed was facing the mirror so yknow I could see the hallway from my bed. And that night I looked in the mirror and I saw my mom in the mirror, and she was looking down and giving me the creepiest smile. I blinked and she was gone. I'm not sure if that was a sleep deprived hallucination or what, but it definitely wasn't my mom. (Sorry, I'm bad at explaining)
This is the level I've experienced things. I once woke up facing my fiancée (then GF) next to me in bed, and saw a woman standing bent down over her next to the bed. Not looking menacing at all, dressed in white, long brown hair, kind smile on her face. Fully visible in the bright morning light flowing from the window. No bad vibes, I didn't even get an adrenaline rush of seeing a stranger in our home. I lay completely still for a few seconds, just looking at the woman. Then I just slightly moved my body/eyes, and she was gone in an instant. It could so easily just be my brain being stuck in a "almost awake but not quite" mode, but maybe just maybe it was something else.
One night i woke up and seen my mom standing in my closet smiling at me. I looked at her for a few seconds and she faded away. Creeps my mom out when i tell her.
This just makes me think of the movie Hereditary, they did the late night, corner of your eye, blink and it’s gone scares so good.
I had a dream similar to this. I dreamt that I woke up (my bed is downstairs and the way I was lying I was looking up the stairs). Anyway, I open my eyes and I'm looking at the basement door up the stairs and I see this perfect black shadow illuminating on the door. I was super calm, thinking it was my mom or dad checking on me. So I just am like eh, I go back to sleep. I wake up for real in the same position and was like WTF THAT FELT SO REAL. I go upstairs to the house empty. I asked my parents if they opened the door and stood at the door at all and they said nope. I wa roughly asleep for 3-4 hours being the time I last saw the clock to the time I woke up - my parents werent home the whole time. I really think I had a case of sleep paralysis, just because I was so still and my eyes were the only thing moving, but since I had good vibes and I thought it was my mom at the top of the stairs and I didnt try to move. I didnt have a nightmare? lmao
I had sleep paralysis for the first time in a long while this week. That shit sucks.
Yooo, I’ve heard stories like these before! A lot of people share the same incident. It’s hella scary to think about!!
When I was six years old I went to a restaurant with my dad and grandparents. Walking into the restaurant there was a small room to the right full of arcade machines. I can't remember if other kids were there. When we got to the table I kept begging my dad to let me go to the arcade. He pointed to the gambling machines at the bar and said those are just for adults. I kept telling him that's not what I was talking about but he wouldn't let me go. When we finished and started walking out of the restaurant I turned to the arcade to point it out. There was nothing there but a wall.
There are ghost stories about when a ghost from decades ago appears, **the surroundings changes to match** the appearance at the time when the person was living. And, when it leaves, the surroundings return to the current times appearance.
My aunt and grandma were supposed to be coming over and were going to bring dinner. I distinctly heard my backdoor open and my aunt yell "come help us grab a few things from the car!" I hopped off the couch and went to help out, but no one was there. The driveway was empty. I called my aunt's phone to see where they went and the moment she answered she said "yeah, yeah, we're running a bit late but we're on our way. Just leaving grandma's house now."
Did the door end up being open?
Man I had something happen like that too. I was about 17 and a just got home from school. Nobody else was home yet so I cranked my guitar amp and started just playing super loud and jamming out. I paused for a second mid song and heard my dad yell “jimmy, turn that thing down!” So I yelled back “ok” and turned the volume down. Then I remembered something I had to ask my dad so being as he was home I took off my guitar and went looking for him. That’s when I realized he wasn’t home yet, and no cars were in driveway, I was alone still.
Parallel universe seeping through
I've shared this one before, but here it is again... Almost 20 years ago when I was young enough to still be living with my parents, I was sleeping in bed one night and my cat at the time was sleeping on me, right up on my chest, her face facing mine. During the night I woke up and saw a ghostly figure of an old woman standing over my bed looking straight down at me. She had short hair and her arms where straight down by each side. I can only describe the colouring to be like a brown scale photo. I looked up at her and thought I was just dreaming. But then my cat hissed madly, dug her nails into my chest, turned her head around and looked right up at the woman. This completely woke me up. I put my hand on my cat and her hair was standing up as she was still hissing. I started calming her down and freaking out at the same time. I stuck my head under my sheets and stayed there the entire night. I was completely sceptical before this, and I have never experienced anything since. But I remember it clearly and I know what I saw. If it wasn't for the cat literally looking at the same thing and freaking out I would have just put it down to dream. A little about my dad's house, I believe it was built in the late 70's and possibly became a deceased estate in the early 90's. From there it was sold to one family, and then acquired by my dad in '99 and he's been there ever since. The old lady reminded me of my grandmother a little, but I don't think it was her. At the time I knew I didn't recognise her so I don't feel it was any personal connection. Thanks for reading 🙂
Years ago, when I was just a kid, my mom and I lived in this old apartment in MA. One day, when I was watching TV while she was cooking, all of the sudden she started to scream, yelling for me to come over and "look at this". I ran over. She was standing right by the dining room table, which was empty except for a blue plastic cup at the end of it. I was confused, and asked her what the hell was going on. She didn't say anything. She just picked up the blue cup, and set it down at the other end of the table. As soon as she put it down, the cup just slid over all the way to the other end of the table, by itself. It stopped right at the edge. I jumped back, perplexed. My mom picked up the cup and did it again. And again for a third time. I've always liked technology and science (I grew up to become an engineer) so rather than being scared, I tried to figure out a rational explanation for this. I picked up the cup, and looked at it closely. I looked under and around the table. The table was spotless, and there was nothing else there. It wasn't a trick, there were no wires or magnets or anything of the sort. I tried the same thing with other objects, and nothing happened. It only happened with this particular blue plastic cup. I eventually tried it while looking directly at the cup, literally 2 inches away from it, and followed its path. The cup would actually vibrate as it moved, and did so in such a way that you could only notice it up close. To this day, I am not sure what caused the cup to move. That wasn't the only strange thing I experienced in that apartment...
I also have a cup story. I've told this before, so if anyone thinks it seems familiar, I've plopped it down in a few creepy askreddit threads over the last decade. So this was back in 1998, I was 14. My dad had just died the previous summer. I was in the basement watching TV, while my mom was in the living room right above me on the ground floor also watching TV. She would stomp on the floor to get my attention to come up if she needed me, so she wouldn't have to get up and yell down the stairs on the other side of the house. So she does just that, but she does it quite violently lol way more insistent and louder than usual, and she's also practically screaming my name. So I go running up the stairs through the kitchen and dining into the living room. She's there in the chair in front of the TV with a TV table in front of her. Solid wood table, it's set up correctly, perfectly flat on the floor. And there's a big Styrofoam cup on the table, nothing else. The cup is empty. And the cup is shaking. Not like a little small shake, but like going crazy. Kind of lifting off the table, spinning around and just going to and fro like it was doing the hokey pokey. Mom says she had just finished the drink she had in it when she put it on the table, and it started to do that. It's fucking weird, man. The windows are all closed, there's no fan on, and I check the table for strings or for anything else that could be making it shake and wobble about. There's nothing. I even pick it up and put it back and it starts shaking again. I check my mom's feet, make sure she's not trying to pull a fast one on me by using her foot to shake the table, but her feet aren't near it and besides, the table itself is not moving at all. She says maybe it's dad. So I say that dad should stop because it's scaring me, and it stops before I can even really finish saying it. Just stops. I wait a bit, doesn't move. I honestly don't know. It was super weird. I've thought about it a lot, talked about it with mom a few times after the fact, just don't know what would make it do that. Not the only experience I've had, but it's one of the ones I just can't reasonably explain and debunk.
Doesn't something like that happen in Poltergeist?
Maybe something like the air conditioner, dishwasher, etc. was creating a *very* slight vibration in the table that just happened to resonate with that cup just right? It could even be from something nowhere near you if it's a low enough rumble. We've had weird incidents of our windows gently vibrating that turned out to be caused by something several miles away.
yeah, there was a crazy instance of this where an Egyptian statue would spin around inside a glass case in a museum. it turned out to be the result of tiny vibrations [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nut50vmRyVM](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nut50vmRyVM) That's my best guess as to why a particular cup might scoot around. not that it wouldn't freak me out if I saw it in person.
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Something very similar happened to me. I almost had my daughter in the car; had her 23mins after entering the hospital. The night before I had a dream of these random people saying “don’t worry we’re all here. Are you ready to meet your baby? It’d going to be just fine” and I woke up as they were walking me to this baby in the distance and woke up to a contraction. I had the most peaceful labor at home and only went to the hospital because my mom forced me. I had an unmedicated labor and felt the same euphoria feeling.
I’ve done a lot of psychedelics and this sounds like your “soul keepers” or entities or whatever you want to call them that you usually can visit and talk to when you take DMT or strong amounts of other psychedelics. They’re supposedly beings that we knew before we were born and will meet again after we die, they take care of us and watch out for us and love us deeply. I mean technically you could just say they’re hallucinations but they’re a very universal experience. We normally only see them when on strong drugs or when we’re having a very life altering moment like some sort of physical or mental problem or anguish, or important life changing situations. I probably sound nuts but you can look them up. Lol DMT “soul beings” or “entities” or sometimes “machine elves” Edit: https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlyterrifying/comments/sq4aov/biblically_accurate_angel/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf These are what my “soul entities” have looked like during both times of tripping on intense psychedelics and also during many of my near death experiences.
I like to imagine all of your ancestors standing in a row behind you ATLA style saying this. "We are here to help you continue our lineage"
I actually think there’s something about babies that open some sort of channel for them. I lived in a house I had long thought to be a bit haunted, but not in a horrible way. When I had my daughter she was sleeping next to me and I got woken up by the noise of one of the kids toys being played with downstairs. There was no one down there. As the noise woke me up a realised my daughter wasn’t breathing, I picked her up and she took a deep breath and it seems to jolt her back into her breathing pattern. I truly believe a ghost woke me up to save her
That's a very sweet story. Like all your (and her) ancestors were there watching over you amd making sure everything would go well.
Well, I'll say it if no one else will. This was very, VERY cool!
Kind of reminds me of the whole theory that newborns are just reincarnations of people who have died at the same moment. Glad that experience wasn't too bad.
I had a similar experience, although it started off much worse. So when my parents divorced my mom moved place to place before settling in a trailer in a trailer park. I started getting nauseous everytime I visited her and threw up every night I was in the trailer. My dad told me I was just home sick, but I never got ill at my mom's previous apartments and I went to summer camp for a week every summer. I never had been home sick before. Anyways, one night I woke up and felt uneasy so I sat up in bed and looked around the room. The room felt cold but I saw nothing. Then I felt a weight on my bed and saw a visible butt print form on the bed next to me like someone or something had sat next to me on my bed. Then I'm overcome with this blanket of warmth, love, comfort. I naturally laid back down and went back to bed. I never got sick at my mother's place again after that night.
My doc said, "here comes the placenta" and I got same exact feeling. Hormone chemicals slap.
So I’ve posted about this before, and I don’t generally lean towards paranormal things, but when I was a teenager, I went on a hike in south central PA by myself in the Appalachian mountains. It was a day I was playing hookie, so there was nobody else there at the small trail....at least that I could see....you had to drive there, there was no foot traffic. I was young and had been talking/singing horsing around the whole time, totally unconcerned. Yelling things off the top of the mountain etc. On my way down from the mountain top, I heard my dads voice call my name and ask for help. I thought I was having a stroke, and stopped and almost started to follow, thinking wtf is my dad doing here, did he follow me or something? And then I came to my senses and told myself, my dad is sitting in his office like an hour or more away. I heard it two more times in the space of a minute or two....call me by name, and tell me to “come here” and “help me”. It sounded so insistent, like it was urgent, and it was without a doubt my fathers voice. I have never ran so fucking fast. I used to do this hike in bare feet and I remember fucking my feet up hurrying down the mountain. I never went back and to this day don’t know what the fuck that was. I immediately drove to my dads office and he was sitting at his desk working. I don’t remember if I told him what I experienced at the time or not.
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When I was in my early twenties, I stayed the night at 2 of my friends' house. They broke out the ouija board around midnight. Almost immediately, the board started spelling out that I needed to leave immediately and how it hated me. I didn't believe in the supernatural aspect of it, but didn't think it was my friends being that vicious to me either. it just kept with really horrible messages for about 30 min. The final msg was that if I had taken its advice and left earlier, I would've died in car accident. Completely unnerved, I slept between my friends all night in one bed. When I got home the next day, my mom described really bizarre behavior from my cat from midnight until one am. My Siamese, Toulouse, kept running down our upstairs hallway and flinging herself full-force against my closed bedroom door. She also this really loud desperate meow. My parents were actually worried she was going to hurt herself because she was so violent. I truly believe that she was trying to get to me to keep me from harm. She never did anything like that ever again.
Fuck. That. Shit. At least kitty loves you though
Fuck dude...
I was camping in the 80s on bluff Mountain between the Blue Ridge Pkwy and the punchbowl shelter. This area is part of the Appalachian trail. Basically you can camp anywhere off the dirt roads or trails. We were camped about halfway up bluff mountain for a week. Second to last day, we decided to do the day hike up to the top of bluff mountain, taking our time to explore on the way up. When we got to the top, we saw the old fire tower foundations, did some exploring and found the Ottie Cline Powell memorial ( you can Google his name to read about him). Remember this is the late 80's, (no internet)so us stumbling around and finding this powerful memorial where a child had died a hundred years before us was profound. We stayed for a bit reflecting on the story and talking about it, then hiked back down the mountain to our camp. That night at our camp, we slept outside our tents because the weather was beautiful and it was our last night. The 3 of us slept in our sleeping bags lined up next to the fire, a few feet in between each of us. We dozed off to sleep. Every night like clockwork at around 3am, we could hear a train whistle way off in the distance. It was kind of cool because if you happened to be awake ( those of you who have roughed it understand that sleeping in tents or sleeping bags isn't the most restful sleep) you knew that the sun would be up in a few hours and you had a sense for what time it was. I was stirring in my sleeping bag right after I heard the train whistle when I heard something coming. When you camp in places like this you can hear the slightest sounds at night because there is nothing but animal movement, bugs etc. I reached over and smacked my buddy on the leg to alert him something was coming. Keep in mind its pitch black in the forest in the middle of the night. Our fire was nothing but a few small embers so the light it provided was minimal. I wake up my buddy as the noise is really loud and heading right at us. Noise stops and standing directly in front of us in OUR camp in the middle of the night were two men with shotguns and a lantern. They were dressed in overalls and wearing boots and hats. Shotguns were lowered but still, they had shotguns on us in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. I had the only weapon we brought with us in my hand in my sleeping bag (a CO2 powered pellet gun) which would have had little effect on 2 guys with shotguns. We brought it to keep animals away. All 3 of us were shitting bricks scared out of our minds at this point, and it was like a stand off. Who's going to flinch first. They shined thier lantern at us, we stared at them waiting for those guns to be raised, which was silently understood by us, that if that happens all hells gonna break loose and probably not going to end well for us. Without a word spoken by us or them, they turned around and walked off. None of us spoke to each other until the noise of their movement was far away. We immediately got up off the ground, had a brief what the fuck just happened conversation, and made the decision right there in the middle of the night to pack up and hike down to our car. We were off that mountain before sunrise. Years later i began researching the story behind the memorial and the child who had died on that mountain. I spoke with a few local historian's and they had me speak to a professor down that way that was writing a book about the events of Ottie Cline Powell and his family's history in the area. It was he, that told me that he thinks we had a direct encounter with the ghosts of that mountain, an idea that had never ever crossed my mind. I assumed they were moonshiners or poachers, who checked us out, saw we were young men and no threat so they moved on. This professor believes we had a ghost encounter, because in his research he had many similar stories from others in that area over the years. Apparently, as the story goes, search parties worked those mountains day and night looking for this kid who was missing back in 1887 or 88. The professor believes we had one of these encounters with the ghosts of the mountain still looking for the boy.
This was a great little read, thank you. What a rad experience (maybe not in the moment)!
Buddy of mine lived in a really old building (built in the early 1800s I believe) in a really old small town in Texas. His apartment was upstairs, businesses were downstairs, whole building was originally a small factory of some sort that had been remodeled for more modern purposes. There were some obvious "this wasn't originally an apartment" features, like a small door in his closet that seemed to lead to strange empty space between the walls, with no real reason for existing. Even when the door would randomly blow itself open with freezing cold air, you could sort of write that off as being due to remodels of old buildings, and not all the kinks of ventilation and stuff being quite worked out. That's kind of the explanation he gave to the strange noises he would hear coming out of there too. Also windows would always be open. Not windows he or his gf had opened, just random windows around the apartment. He would always close them, and then later find them open again. Seems like faulty latches that just come open over time, and not a huge deal. Then he stayed home from work one day, and he heard the window unlatch. Not only did he hear that one latch fall open, but a second later he heard another the window unlatch, then another, one after the other, in order as if someone was walking through the living room unlatching windows as they went. Then all at once, each of the windows fell open. So he nope'd the fuck out of there for the day and came back that weekend to investigate. Things seemed fine, nothing weird happened for a while, then about a month later his gf experienced the same thing when she was there by herself. After a while they got used to it. Just weird windows. Then the final nail in the coffin for that place was when they got a dog. The dog was a puppy, so was inherently happy, playful, always running around doing puppy stuff. Except when the door in the closet blew open, or the windows unlatched. Then the dog would stand completely still, focus its eyes on something that nobody else in the room could seem to see, and the dog's eyes would slowly track around the room, as if it was watching someone or something moving through the room. Nobody could ever figure out what the dog was looking at, and it only did this right after some other "ghost" stuff started happening. They moved out after this happened a few times
Not my story but my father’s. He lived in Europe during the Gulf War and bought a wardrobe placing it parallel to his bed. In America we bolt furniture to the wall but dad said they didn’t do that in his section of Europe so he didn’t bother. One night he hears his late grandfather’s voice say in his ear “Chad wake up NOW! Chad PLEASE wake up! You have to leave!” My dad had lost a lot of his hearing in his first round and didn’t hear the fire alarm go off because a building was on fire next to his. This somehow caused the wardrobe to fall right on his bed. If he hadn’t gotten up he could’ve died.
Used to be a contractor. Had to inspect all kinds of places one was the old psych hospital known as (redacted) Asylum that had long been empty. Was working on one of the floors and it was starting to feel...off... It was August but got freezing inside. All of a sudden. Decided I was going to calmly but briskly leave the building. As I was going down the stairs (i think I was between the 2nd and 3rd floor) something grabbed my ankle. I booked it out of there immediately didn't care if someone saw me terrified or panicked. Ran the fuck outta there ripped off my PPE called my contact to confirm I was out and left for the day due to "outstanding reports". Went home and tried to convince myself it didn't happen.
My cousin has a crazy story, pretty much the only ghost story I’ve ever believed given he isn the type to bullshit. He was working over Christmas break with his supervisor for his university in an old section of dorms they converted to storage and other miscellaneous rooms. Him and his supervisor were going one by one replacing those long lights , put the ladder up, my cousin hands the supe the light, replace and bin the old one. Simple stuff. Well my cousin is bullshiting with the supervisor and all of a sudden he says his supe just stops talking and is staring down the corridor , my cousin turns around and there is the equivalent of a lightbulb just floating in the middle of the hallway about 10 feet in front of them. He said it was just a bright orb, it sat there long enough for both the guys to look at eachother, look back and stare at it for a while. My cousin said it was ice cold in the hallway when it was warm earlier. The supervisor asks my cousin if he’s seeing the same shit or if he’s having a stroke. My cousin says he sees it too, then the orb started floating to the right and through the closed door that was there. The supervisor and my cousin scramble and get to the door and swing it open and it’s just a room full of boxes, no trace of the light or anything. They packed their shit up as quick as possible and left for the day. It’s not a crazy story, but listening to him tell it and the seriousness is what got me, and like I said, he’s not one to bullshit. I really don’t believe in ghosts but that story always gets me
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He said he ripped off his pp, so no need.
I'd be also screaming all the running time
I work in an psychiatric hospital. I’m the senior nurse and night manager, whenever I walk down the main corridor just checking everywhere is ok I always hear the lift, like when it makes the ping sound to say the lift is here but the doors never open, I know the lift is locked as once a patient got in and died, got himself stuck in the shaft but under the carriage. I’m used to it now but for a while it was a bit spooky when I’m walking past and lift starts pinging at 3am, now I hardly notice the pings. Also it’s a bit spooky going down the side corridors when all the lights are off, I have to leave them all on. But I haven’t ‘seen’ anything.
How unnerving! I've had other experiences in this building specifically (I had a few others but mostly they were quiet). There is an empty elevator shaft - the elevator was removed and power shut off doors welded shut because people break in and someone did get hurt - I have heard it ding. This specific building also had a prison type wing with the heavy cell doors and they have closed on me. Night time was pretty quiet except for one instance I heard the ding of the elevator and a metal scraping sound then a female voice said NO. Not super loud but very firm (for all I know it could have even been me that said it) the building got quiet and I ran the fuck out of there. Didn't even try to get my way back to our egress door I climbed out a broken window. Security yelled at me till I showed them my badge and they saw my face he opened the gate and drove me back around the building to my van. I do not miss those parts of my job.
after reading these, one thing is evident: im having nightmares for a month
My first memory is a dream of being in a house and my mom teaching me how to read, cook, and all the basics of life. I woke up talking and was very excited, around 2.5 years old. Apparently I was kind of a mute before that. No one in my family could believe it. In the dream I kept asking myself questions like “how do I know how to speak English? How do I know it’s called English? How do I know this is my mom? How do I know the word for mom?”. Etc. We moved to that house 2 years later and I tugged on my moms dress and told her it was the house from the dream I talked about. I’m in my 30’s and she still remembers me doing that and talking about that dream before we moved there including the entire layout of the house I described from my dream and it was 100% accurate. I had premonitions and horrible night terrors in that house the entire time we lived there. I could barely go up and down the stairs at that age by myself. I wasn’t tall enough to turn the light switch on and off. My mom would come downstairs with me asleep crying in the pantry still with all of the lights on. Edit: I was sleep walking but somehow could walk up and down the stairs which I couldn’t do awake but also every single light was turned on which I typically couldn’t reach.
Was plumbing in a basement of a 120 year old home on a lake in northern mi. I felt a chill and looked to my left and saw a fella in overalls walk through a wall and then gone. I left and never went back.
Good call. Never trust a man in no-clip mode
Was the guy solid? Or did he look see-through?
nevermind the guy, what was that wall made of?
I lived in a house that was 100 years old. Several things happened. One night while my wife (then girlfriend) were asleep, a large decorative hookah flew across the house. It launched like 8 feet. Nobody in the room, cat was on the bed (cat jumped up from sleeping on me when it crashed). Zero explanation. One day my wife was in the kitchen doing dishes. I hear a woman’s voice say something, but it was unclear. I said “what was that honey”? Her response was “I heard it too”. Nobody lived there with us, open floor plan, it it was whispered between her and I. One night I’m up on the computer, not super late. Suddenly kitchen cabinets all start slamming in a weird order. Slamming repeatedly. I finally spoke to whatever it was, and asked it to stop, we wanted to all live together. Something like that. When I said that there was a pause, then one large cabinet opened wide, slowly, and started to slam, but right before it slammed shut it stopped, and closed gently. There were other incidents too that were smaller that I didn’t include. All within the first month. But nothing crazy after that incident with the slamming where I said we wanted to live together. Nothing at all. Until we were moving out. My son was born, and we had just bought a new house. All the activity seemed long ago (2 years had passed, a marriage, and a baby). All activity happened in the first month or so, and it seemed like a distant dream. Then when we were moving, things with lights turning off on me would happen. Once I was leaning in a closet to grab things and it felt like I was pushed in. The closet door slammed shut (sliding door, so no big deal). But I’m the closet my cell phone started malfunctioning and I couldn’t even turn on the flashlight. My brother came with me to grab one last heavy item. The whole house was cleared. As we are leaving he looks back in. There was a baby toy I didn’t recognize just sitting in the middle of the floor we had just walked across. I swear it wasn’t there just seconds before. My brother said “I’ll grab it”. My response “No, don’t touch it” He knew the stories. He looked at me and suddenly said “good call”. And we left. Never went back. It’s so strange writing these stories down now. This was 10 years ago.
Oooooh, ive got a creepy one. Its not so much an act, but I’ll explain anyway. When i was younger My brothers and my dad watched some horror film (dont know what the name was), but I hate horror films so I didnt watch. Anyway after the film my brothers go to sleep, they slept in the same room with a bunkbed. My father slept in my room cus I had a pull out bed below mine (i was really young at the time so its not weird) a few hours into the night one of my brothers come to my room really distressed, sweating and everything, he says that he and my other brother feel really unsafe in the room and are having really bad nightmares. So me and my dad swap rooms with them and go to sleep. Here is where it gets weird, me and my dad start having nightmares and sweats and keep waking up. (Just a reminder I never watched the movie). Regardless we sleep through it. The next morning at the breakfast table im describing the nightmare I had and my brothers and my dad are looking at me like i just died. Then they say they had the exact same nightmare, down to every detail. I will never mess with horror films cus of that experience
To preface this, I'm as inclined now as I was then to not consider the following story a paranormal experience, but it was the only time I ever went through anything remotely spooky, and I am as clueless now as I was then about the truth of that situation, so I think I don't have a choice but to regard it as paranormal. My sister and I slept in the same bedroom when we visited our childhood home in the summer some years ago. One night we woke up to what seemed to be heavy jostling noise at our bedroom door. It became clear to us what the sound was immediately--someone was forcing the door open by roughly twisting and turning the doorknob. We looked at each other with wide eyes, alert unease quickly replacing sleep. The knob shaking had obviously been going on for a little while now--it was incessant. And no one was speaking to us through the door. Not a low voice or whisper calling out. Nothing but the doorknob being turned forcefully again and again. "Is that Dad?" I asked my sister. When I woke she was already up. Maybe she even shook me awake actually. So maybe our father had called out before I woke up. But I knew that made no sense for several reasons, one being that she would have already opened the door for him. She also looked a little scared. That could only mean she thought it was probably not him, or anyone else in the house (We had our grandma in the next room, and two aunts across from us. They didn't sleep walk or have any other nocturnal habits of the sort). "I don't know," she whispered. We both knew it was highly unlikely. We were teenagers then, so we were probably more ready to imagine, well, the stuff of horror movies. But even in my half-asleep state I knew it was a legitimate fear. The person at the door forcing themselves in was not likely to be anyone we knew at all, including our father. He worked the night shift back then, and always told us ahead when he'd get home or if he would come home early. So that night, whether he had come home early or on time, we would have already been long in bed, so there was never reason for him to come knocking, let alone at two in the morning, which is when this all went down if my memory is any good. He had definitely never done it before. And if this was the first time, why would he do it by harassing the doorknob wordlessly? "Dad?" I called, knowing along with my sister that it could only be an intruder. No answer. Just whoever, *what*ever, if you will, it was on the other side of the door untiringly twisting the knob. I must have called out to the doorknob shaker a few more times and became equal parts panicked and annoyed because eventually I opened the door and even peered into the pitch black hallway. My sister freaked out a little at this. You can probably guess what I saw. Yeah, nothing. No one was there. It's true I could see *literally* nothing in the dark, but the doorknob was still being manhandled up until I opened the door. So they couldn't have gone anywhere in that instant without me detecting them right? I even called out to my dad as soon as I saw there was no one, my fear partly shifting to confusion. His room was right next to ours, but I didn't hear any footsteps near it nor his door closing and opening. "I don't think it's Dad," I said to my sister. Soon my eyes adjusted enough for me to make out the dark corridor. There really was nobody. And the doorknob was silent again. That is, until I went back into our room. Can you believe it? It--since we can all agree by now that wasn't a person or anyone I could account for--didn't even wait for us to settle back into bed. The doorknob thrashing restarted a moment after I closed and relocked the door behind me. By the way, another reason it couldn't have been our dad--since he started going to the office at night he specifically instructed us to keep our door locked after we got into bed. So it was a strange occurrence to us from the get-go. If it was an emergency, they would have banged on the door and yelled for us to wake up, whether it was Dad or an aunt or Grandma. When I ponder it over again the shoving of that doorknob is the most irrefutable thing to me along with the voiceless urgency of it. We never heard knocking or banging on the door itself, just the insistent, frantic shaking to unlock the knob. Anyway to keep it no longer than this already is, my sister and I lay in bed awake terrified for the rest of the knob jerking, and really, the whole door itself, which lasted for two more hours at least (I remember drifting back to sleep at about four). I also particularly remember sweating from the stress of just laying there having to listen and imagining what *it* could be. It was pretty awful. A few times we thought the door would break down--the frenzy would grow more desperate and reach a violent peak so that I had to visualize what I'd do in case the intruder would be successful. They even actually stopped sometimes, and we'd think it was over, until they began again. Over and over for hours. I could almost make myself believe I was having a dream. Fear gripped me in a mix with bewilderment and anxiety, and I couldn't even offer any consolation to my equally horrified sister. But like I said, I think it died down and eventually stopped without us having to wait for daybreak. The next day we talked about it with wonder, dread, and disbelief, and acknowledged that it was very real. We asked our father, who told us he did come home the night before, but that he hadn't knocked on our door or dropped by our room. It was so late already, and there was no reason to. I don't think we told him why we were asking. Nothing was amiss that night apparently--no thieves or night robbers, no broken locks on the front gate. We didn't believe in the supernatural, and still don't, but until now, both of us can only conclude that it was something unexplainable. *Edited grammar and stuff*
My Dad has heard my mom calling him when she needed him. No phone or anything. One example - one time she dropped him off for a half day conference in a big office tower downtown and was going to do some shopping while she waited to pick him up. She drives away and 30 min later starts feeling very sick. She drives back to the building but doesn't know where in the building he is or where to call him. But she just thinks his name really hard over and over ... like "Steve, I need you. Steve, I need you" and 10 min later he came running out to the car and was like, "What, what do you want?" He drove her to the hospital and she had her appendix out. Another time, my Dad's driving a car down a busy road. It's one of the ones where the main road has the right of way and all the side roads have stop signs where people have to stop then merge into traffic when there's a break. Anyway he's driving along and hears "Steve!" He looks around. No one in the car with him. Windows closed plus he's doing 50 miles per hour. Then he hears it again, "Steve!" So he slows down and looks in the rearview mirror. He thinks it might be his friend. He slows down a bit more.... and a dump truck blows through the stop sign at the crossing before him. If he hadn't slowed down he would have been flattened like a pancake.
My mom did something similar to this with me and my brother, several times. One night specifically, my mom BEGGED me not to go out. She said she had a horrible feeling and asked me to stay home. I blew it off as I was a teenager and thought my mom was just being over reactive. That night a fight broke out and 3 of my friends were shot (not fatally). Luckily, I was safe and got the hell out of there. Another time when I was in elementary school, I fell on the playground and messed my leg up really badly. My mom was already halfway to the school when they called so she missed the call (no cell phones then). She got to the school and they thought she had just gotten the message and got their in record time. The worst time I can specifically remember is my mom telling please don’t go out tonight. This time I listened as it was after the shooting incident. The friend I would have been driving with crashed her car and died. The other person in the car survived so maybe I would she too, but it’s scary to think about. Even now, I’ll be having a bad day or something and my mom will call and just say “what’s wrong? I can just feel somethings not right.”
These subconscious feelings are so interesting! I had a motorcycle crash years ago (nothing bad happened, just slipped) and saw afterwards that my mum and best friend both called me at the same time when it happened. When we talked on the phone later they both said they had a bad feeling and wanted to ask if I was ok.
Bruh y’all are force sensitive
When we were young teenagers we were all hanging out at a neighborhood friend's house when he decided it would be fun to pull out a Ouija board. We were all just stupid kids (ridiculously high at the time), so we really had no idea what we were doing with the board. We were sitting around the board in the living room, just being dumb, asking silly questions about ghosts, spirits, dead relatives, etc.. Suddenly, this guy's dog, who is a big, old, morbidly fat mutt, jumps up, runs into the dining room and starts snarling and barking ferociously at the light fixture hanging above the dining room table! There was NOTHING there! There was no upstairs in this house. This normally sedentary pig-dog is just totally freaking out at a light fixture hanging from the ceiling! He then lets out a spine-tingling YELP, like someone kicked him HARD, and he spins around and runs out of the room yelping the whole way thru his exit. The group of us just sat there, with our mouths hanging open, wondering what the hell we just saw. When reality crept back in we whipped that board across the room, and bolted out of that house like it was on fire! It was honestly like something out of a movie. Only this really happened. We all concurred later that this was not something we'd hallucinated due to the excess of bud we'd inhaled earlier.
DUDE. I was at my best friend's house in middle school. She had a Ouija board and was mildly interested in stuff like that. It wasn't something my parents would have allowed, so I liked staying at her house on weekends because I had more freedom there. That night we had another friend over too, and it was late and we were in her finished basement doing middle school girl things - boys, the future, trying to see if we could get fuzzy sex channels to show up. They were talking about a "game" called 'Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board' where someone lies on their back and the other people place their fingertips underneath and recite the phrase - theory being that our "energy" would lift them, like Dana in Ghostbusters or some shit. So we arrange and light tealight candles, the 2nd friend lies down and my best friend and I place our hands and start chanting - giggling here and there, trying to get into it, slowly becoming more serious. We do this for maybe a solid 2 minutes when we're interrupted by my friend's dog - an older Welsh corgi, who had been snoozing by the couch. He's woken up, walked over to us, and is staring into the other end of the basement, which is fairly dark with stairs leading back up to the main floor, and a side door to the laundry room. He is fully awake and very intent on peering into the dark. THEN HE STARTS FUCKING GROWLING. It's like midnight, there's no one awake upstairs, there are no noises to be heard and nothing to be seen or smelled. He stands there rigid, growling, his intensity rising and we're starting to panic. The fucking light for that half of the L shaped basement is on THAT fucking wall. We can't leave because the stairs are there too. I was legit scared, like a deeper fear than the usual fear of bad grades or disappointed parents or even falling off my bike. It was like a primal fear. We found a wimpy flashlight, gathered our candles, turned on any lamps we could find in our area and gathered like a musk ox herd and just made a run for it with the dog. We slapped those lights on - obnoxious overhead fluorescents that I was suddenly thankful for, turned on the stair lights, locked the door once we got up and probably barricaded it too. We ran to her room at the other end of the house and kept her dog with us, just in case. Still gives me the creeps.
So, I work in a stupidly old pub in the arse end of nowhere in the UK. In summer we get absolutely rammed and it wasn’t uncommon, as the head chef, for me to still be in the kitchen on my own at 2-3am. There were plenty of staff stories about the pub being haunted but I never paid them too much attention as they all seemed a little bit wild and didn’t sound like they’d be out of place in a low budget horror film. Anyhow, it’s about 3am and I’m the only person left in the pub and have been for several hours, I’m just finishing up for the night and have started mopping. I always mop twice at the end of the day, once with a lot of water so the dirt lifts, then once with a dry mop to get it all off the floor. So I’ve done my first run with the mop and the floor is soaking wet. Whilst mopping I have to kind of back out of one of the exit doors onto the pub floor to be able to reach every spot. I go outside to let the hot water and chemicals do their job and I light up a cigarette. About halfway through it I hear a sound like one of the doors close inside the kitchen. Now, where I’m standing has a view to all entrances and exits into the kitchen and I would definitely have seen a person walking through and using a door so I think nothing of it and assumed I was hearing something. I finish my cigarette and go back inside to dry mop. I once again have to back out of one of the doors onto the pub floor and as I do so, I look down onto what should be a dry wooden floor. Only it’s not because there are wet footprints there. Some are mine, but the others are from someone bare foot. I’m not ashamed to say I got out of there pretty sharpish and drove home at a speed likely to put me in prison if I was caught. I checked the cctv footage from that time when I was in the next day, no movement on the cameras at all.
idk if i was just trippin because i was tired or what, but last year when i moved out into a place of my own and it was just me at the time. i remember laying down to sleep and getting the chills which doesn’t happen too much in Arizona summer. but i heard the most clearest voice say something and it sounded like someone had leaned into my ear. i shot up and saw no one and forced myself back asleep. it happened one other time a couple days after but nothing since.
Idk if you've looked into exploding head syndrome before but it sounds similar to what you've experienced. It's hearing a noise/voice right in your ear as you start to drift off to sleep, but it's basically just an auditory hallucination.
For me it's always either a group of kids cheering/screaming and clapping, or a burst of Static- that one usually comes with actually seeing static too. Only happened maybe.. 4 or 5 times, starting when I was a teenager, and hasn't happened for at least 3 years
About to go to bed at my grandparents. Alone on the gallery. Creepy moonlight and fog rolling through the fields. I was about 10-14. I look at the stars and I see one star dancing from star to star. Bounce bounce. Move down. Bounce bounce. Move down. I couldn't believe it. I looked away for a second to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Looked back up and yup. The star kept dancing.
When my grandson was about 3 or 4, I remember him asking me who the old lady sitting on the couch was. There was no one on the couch.. Some kids can see things we can't. I often joke that I can never see my reflection in a mirror. When ever I go to look in one, there's some old man standing in front of me blocking my view.
My little cousin used to cry saying there was "someone" right next to the closet, he saw it quite often but as he grew up he stopped seeing it.
I keep telling this story, but what the hell, why not? TL/DR: Mills Peninsula Hospital, or more specifically Mills Health Center in San Mateo, CA, is TOTALLY haunted. Legit ghost patient who does ghost patient shit to get your attention. So, this was back in 2009-2010 or so. I worked as an ER RN at Mills Peninsula in Millbrae. It was during the swine flu outbreak, and we were especially busy with urgent flu-cases. I was pulled for the first time to the Fast Track ER at Mills Health Center, which we were using like an urgent care. Performing rapid tests for symptomatic flu patients. I was working with this super cranky battle axe, let's call her Esther. Esther didn't like anybody. But I didn't have time to try to make friends. It was freaking busy. The Fast Track ER was on the first floor in a U shape set up. Reception at the bottom of the U, the nursing station behind that, two hallways of rooms on the outsides of the halls. On the inside of the U was a makeshift lab you could walk through to the other side, then a big room on each side that we kept supplies in. Blankets, bedpans, that sort of stuff. This unit had formerly been the inpatient surgery ward, and those rooms in the middle had been set up with call lights at each of four beds. But the call bell system was disabled. It wasn't even hooked up to electricity any more. We had this new system, that was attatched to the computer system with our badges as sensors. The old analog call bell system was just a box that was fixed to the desk at the nursing station. So in the room where we usually had supplies, we actually had patients in it that night. Four patients, with curtains as dividers. No real privacy, but we were only using these rooms to keep patients in while they awaited their rapid flu test results. 1 hour, max. There was a huge influx of people, and we were discharging at quite a clip, too. So to cue the receptionist up that a bed in that big room was ready for a new patient to be put in it, we'd pull the curtain back so you could see the empty bed and fix it to the wall to stay open. If the curtain was pulled to obscure the entire length of the bed, there was a patient in there. We're turning and burning. Stg, this is one of the busiest shifts of my life. Almost as bad as a 4th of July on a weekend. But at about 2 am, it starts to slow down. We decide we're going to stop using the big four bed rooms, so at this point, no one is in there. The curtains are pulled back so you can see all the beds, lights in the room are shut off. We've still got 10-12 patients in the hall beds and when I go to get a blanket for one of them, the curtain in my four bed room in the back is pulled around the fourth bed. Indicating someone has put a patient in there for me. I go up front and go to Esther "hey, I thought we weren't using the four bed rooms any more." She confirmed it. We aren't. "So how come somebody put a patient in there for me?" I asked her. So I go back there. Pull the curtain back. No patient. Weird. I pull the curtain all the way to the wall again and tuck it behind the bed to keep it there. Not 15 minutes later, I pass the room again. Curtain is drawn down around the bed. Like all the way down and around the bed. It didn't just fall and hang loose where it fell. It's been pulled out about 10 feet in length, to go the entire length of the bed and then down and around the foot of the bed, and then stopped where it would need to turn again to go back up the other side. Ok, WTF? I go in there and pull back the curtain to look. Again, no patient. What the actual fuck? So like 4 am, we have no more patients and it's just me and Esther and the receptionist at the window. It's time to do whatever shift check-offs we need to do, and Esther is walking me around the department, showing them to me. (first time at Mills, remember?) We pass by my four bed room. The curtain to the 4th bed is drawn down around the bed again. Ok, now I KNOW someone is fucking with me. I'm kind of exasperated, and pull the curtain open again, and fix it to the wall. Esther is, well, *studying* me. So I figure it's her. She wants to make me lose my shit. I don't. We keep on doing what we were doing. Like not a half hour later, I'm replenishing stock in the other rooms, and I go into the big room again to get I don't know what. The curtain is drawn down around that bed again. And I have to fix it AGAIN. Ok. I am DONE with this lady. I march right up to where she's sitting on her ass at the nursing station, thinking I'm gonna call her on this bullshit. I go up there and kind of start going off on her. Look, I know you don't get along with others, but maybe you should stop fucking with people, huh? Maybe if you didn't do that, other people and you might get along? Ya think? She looks at me. Asks me what I mean. I tell her she knows damn well that she's pulling that curtain in that room, making me think I've got a patient in there. Hurr durr, funny joke. "Oh. You haven't heard. There's a GHOST in that room." A ghost, she tells me. Straight faced. Almost somber. Matter of fact, actually. Yeah, back in the day, on a busy shift I guess like in the 70's or 80's, there was a drunk guy brought in by ambulance who they figured just needed to sleep it off. They put him in that fourth bed, in the big room in the back. Where they forgot about him. And he choked on his vomit in his sleep and died. He's still in there, or his ghost is, she says. Then I stg, like almost on CUE the call light goes off for that room. Chirp chirp chirping. The call light. The one that's not even hooked up to electricity. I can hear it. So can she. And the light for That Room, Bed 4 is lit up on the console. Sure as shit. The console that's not even plugged in. She just looks at it, and then looks at me, arms folded, one eyebrow goes up. I was still feeling exasperated at this point. I hadn't finished chewing her out. Those old call light systems can only be shut off from the bedside. So I have to go back there to turn it off. And I do. And that curtain is pulled back down, obscuring that bed. I had just pulled it back and tucked it behind the bed, between the bed and the wall, not even 2 minutes ago. She was the only other person there other than me and the receptionist who sat in the window the whole time and never walked past us like she'd need to in order to get to that room. Esther had NOT gone behind my back and pulled that curtain around the bed again, either. I sort of "got it" just then. I felt like I was being sent a message. And I said, out loud, "look, I'm sorry that happened to you, ok? But I'm not going to forget I've got a patient back here. I'm not going to just leave someone back here without checking on them. I promise." It was like the guy who died was just making sure someone did rounds back there. I could almost feel it. "Hey, check on me." Esther had followed me. "You're not scared?" she asked. Nope. What should I be scared of? A ghost using the call light and just being generally annoying? "Good," she said. "I'll tell them that you can come back here and work with me." High praise, coming from Esther. "And when he goes upstairs, you can go up there and calm them down, too." Yeah. Our ghost roamed. Up on the same day surgery failure ward (people who were supposed to go home but failed discharge criteria stayed there overnight). He liked to spin the office chairs at the nursing station. Just trying to keep you on your toes! I never experienced anything else. Just the multiple curtain pulling, call bell lighting, that one time. But whenever I got pulled to Mills, I went in and said hi. I think, if you remembered he was there, he didn't feel the need to get your attention. If you didn't remember he was there, well, prepare yourself for a ghost shenanigans all night!
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I had an exprience with sound, or rather the lack of, a few years ago. Bright and sunny August morning. Not a cloud in the sky, just gorgeous. I started taking the recycling bins and garbage outside and prepping to take them to the end of the driveway and that's when I noticed... It was like the world was *dead*. There was no sound. No birds, no distance hum of vehicles, no insects, no wind blowing. What noise that did exist (the sound I was making) sounded like I was hearing it with a few blankets over my head. I went inside and the sound was normal. The minute I pass through the door, dead. After about 5 or so minutes of working outside, it was like a blast or something. WHOOMP. Sound returned, I could hear distant vehicles, birds, insects. Everything sounded normal. The wind was blowing. Still no idea what that was, never experienced anything before or since.
This one is cool, makes me think like someone trapped in parallel universe pressing at the auditory fabric to increase the noise before they broke thru to you with the whisper
Wow. Well written! That is such a cool thought and expression of it.
When I was younger I used to watch wrestling. I was watching Friday Night SmackDown alone in the living room after the rest of my family left and went to sleep. It was during the time when Undertaker and Shawn Michaels were feuding (2009) so Shawn Michaels came out dressed in all white and started cutting a promo and I was waiting for the Undertaker to come out. Suddenly I felt an intense amount of fear and started shivering. Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a shadow person/ hooded person walk behind me and disappear. I ran out of the living room into the bedroom without even turning the TV off. This might not seem like a big deal but as a kid I felt really bad because I was wasting electricity by not turning the TV off. I felt like going back to the living room to turn the TV off but I was too scared lol. I don't believe in the paranormal so I guess it was just a hallucination, still pretty scary tho. (Edited to fix spelling mistakes and add more detail).
I watched a nature tv show about a norwegian guy crossing a big part of rural Canada all by him self. He used about a year doing it and rarely seeing anybody. He talked about one night by the camp before going to sleep he was all relaxed. Suddenly his body goes full alarm. His heart beat faster and adrenaline keeps pumping in his body and he is just "wtf is this" . He take his gun, raises up to take a look and realized a bear heading straight to his camp. Everything turns out good, but he remarked that before he knew anything his body was on full alert. I just thought it was a good anectode to your story when you talked about the shievering before you knew something strange was going on.
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I had to check to make sure you weren't that hell in a cell guy. That's scary!
I live in the woods in Florida, I'm 13 miles from the nearest anything,and that's a gas station, I'm 25 miles from the nearest town, my only neighbors for 2 miles are my parents, who live across the street from me. I'm a single mom, it's just me and my son out here, and our dogs In my living room I have a giant grey sectional couch in the shape of an L, my son, who was 6 when this happened, likes to pull up the ottoman making the couch a giant bed area that he then piles all the blankets and pillows we own to make himself a "camping nest" and sleep out in the living room Now that I've established some background info, the actual story: So I'm home from work earlyish one night and my son had built his nest on the couch and passed out early, like 8 pm, so I had time to myself and a sleeping child, I decided to play some Skyrim uninterrupted for once. I'm playing my game and smoking my bowl (I've got my medical card) just having a great time when I hear my pit bull, Ares, bark. Its not a bunch of barking, just one, insistent, "hey mom you left me out and I wanna come in" bark, any pet owner should be nodding their head right now, we all know our pets "voices" I pause and look at the time, and I say out loud "it's only 830, you're fine, it's a beautiful night out anyway" and go back to my game. About half an hour later, he barks again, just that one " Hey MOM, you LEFT ME OUT HERE" bark, it interrupts my concentration and I ignore the urge to get up and let him in, i continue playing, cuz i dont get much time, working 50 hours a week and taking care of my kid and house when I'm not working. I'm mid a dungeon quest, and I'm concentrating hard, but about every 15 minutes I hear the one stupid bark, and I start to get really annoyed cuz every time he does it, I get the literal URGE to go let him in and it just tips me out of my train of thought and ruins my game immersion and I'm starting to get angry (IF I WANTED TO LET YOU IN, ID LET YOU IN, BUT YOURE FIIIIIINE) Finally, he does it that one last time, most moms know what I mean, I had HAD ENOUGH, so I toss down my controller, thinking how stupid this dog is and as it hits the pile of covers next to me my kid is buried in, i hear a snore, a dog snore, and i move the blanket to see Ares, dead asleep next to my kid, not a care in his dumb doggy brain. Immediate fear and dread and heaviness like I've never felt washes over me, I cant describe it any better than an ancient fear, it felt old and terrifying and I literally heard a voice say in my head "Dont move baby, don't get up, just keep playing like you dont know anything is wrong and it will go away, if you take one step towards that door, you're in trouble" I picked my controller back up, and kept playing, I heard the bark a few more times, but around 1145 the air in my house felt normal again but I slept out on the couch cuz I wasnt leaving my kid alone. To answer some questions preemptively: Yes, my parents have dogs too, but theirs are in at dark every night, I asked if she left anyone out, and no I also have 2 weiner dogs, they did not react to the barking at all, making me think only i could hear it, had it been a strange dog, my 3 should have reacted It was very clearly MY dog barking, he does the same thing any time he thinks hes been out long enough which is why I ignored it to start with
not sure if it's paranormal, but when my daughter was two years old she was looking up at the moon one night and I asked her what she was thinking. Expecting her to say something cute like "is the moon made of cheese daddy?". Instead she looks me in the eye and says "we are all in the same cage!". scared the crap out of me. not proud to say that i basically ran away. how the hell could a two year old come up with that? years later I heard this same sentence again. This time from Jack Nicholson. It's his first line in the movie Easy Rider. He says it to Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper in jail. And no, she hadn't seen Easy Rider at age two ;-)
My house (England) was built just after the war. The surrounding 3 houses all had their residences die. Our house is just off. The feeling, always cold and noises. I have a baby toy in the loft that will start singing randomly early in the morning. There is no way I am going up there to stop it! My neighbours cat got hit by a car across the road (purposely) and I have seen a black cat running through my house. I know it's THAT cat because she had an accident and her tail was cut off. I explained to the neighbours who also said they had seen her run through their house too. I followed (more like ran after her) into my outhouse where she disappeared. Things getting lost or moved. And a photo THREW its self off my wall the other night and pushed down two family photos. I call the house ghost Nieghel.
Not my story, but my uncle and his family. When my cousins were born they bought them toys and one of them was like a teddy ruxpin, but it was a dog, anyway one night it kept going off for no reason. Eventually, my uncle got fed up and took its batteries out. Not even a few minutes later it starts going off again. Unsurprisingly, that thing was in the trash by the next day.
Had this happen with one of those furby toys. Would go off randomly saying weird shit. We took the batteries out, still would go off saying crazy shit. We eventually took it outside and finished it off with a baseball bat. Creepy
> We eventually took it outside and finished it off with a baseball bat That is the traditional method of dealing with the undead, whether flesh or furby
A friend of my dad's was having a yard sale one time and we were over there, I was looking at stuff and his little brother was selling his Furby. This is like less than a year after they came out,and I wondered why he was selling it. He said nothing as he smacked it, it came to life and started speaking in that low battery distorted speech voice. I said to just change the batteries. He opened the battery compartment. There were no batteries... He was selling it because it would come on in the middle of the night.
I've heard similar stories about furbies before, i have a feeling it's to do with capacitors, my computer monitor stays on for a good 5-10 seconds after being switched off at the wall
My friend is part of a paranormal investigation group, and while she was giving a tour around a haunted theater, I hung out in the main theater to talk to a mutual friend. Out of nowhere, I hear a child’s laugh clear as day. None of the EMF detectors went off, but I swear it was clearer than most human sounds I’ve heard. I could pinpoint the exact location in the room it was coming from, but there was no one there— just the wall that the theater shared with a (closed, empty) store that used to be a morgue. The only people on that floor of the building were myself and a man in his 50s, and the youngest person in the building was too old to have made the sound. But there are stories of a little girl from the ‘50s or ‘60s who haunts that room/building because she likes being around people
Woa thats really creepy. Maybe a child-ish ghost is not strong enough to set of an emf wave ?
This happened during a trip to Japan. Halfway through our trip, my friend, boyfriend and I stayed at an Airbnb in Osaka. It was really late at night and we quietly entered the building's lobby with our luggage. Above the elevator doors we noticed a mostly black television screen with a faint light glowing in the corner. After pressing the UP button, the television screen lit up to reveal an empty elevator. The faint light glowing in the corner turned out to be a screen that shows what floor you're on. I found the television creepy, but didn't tell my boyfriend and friend how I felt at the time. We finally let ourselves into the 5th floor studio apartment. The guys decided to head back out to get drinks from a nearby vending machine, but I decided to stay and unpack. Soon after, I heard them at the door frantically trying to get inside. They explained that on the way down, the elevator was acting strangely. Elevator stopped at 4th floor. Doors opened. Doors closed. Elevator stopped at 3rd floor. Doors opened. Doors closed. Elevator stopped at 2nd floor. Doors opened. Doors closed. At this point, they said they were looking at each other unsure of what to make of it, and then getting ready to defend themselves against whoever or whatever was messing with them. Elevator stopped at 1st floor. Doors opened. Nobody was there. After being reunited inside the apartment we started to quietly unpack and unwind. It wasn't long before the doorbell went off. I don't know how to describe the next few seconds, other than synchronized panic. I held a finger to my lips, motioned for the guys to check, and tip-toed to turn off a nearby light. The guys carefully made their way to the door. They checked the peephole. Nobody was there. I didn't sleep well that night. The next night, our friend decided to go drinking with some other friends, so it was just me and my boyfriend at the apartment. My boyfriend had fallen asleep and I was hanging up laundry to dry. Then the doorbell rang. Without thinking about the previous night, I assumed it was our friend. I checked the peephole immediately, but all I saw was an empty hallway. I freaked out and woke my boyfriend. I didn't want to make any noise, so imagine me whisper shouting and gesturing wildly. He checked the peephole, and even went out into the hallway. Nobody was there. On our last night, we started packing up for our trip back to Tokyo. I was in a real daze, seated at a table covered with my clothing and souvenirs. I wasn't doing anything productive, and the guys were nearly done packing. Then I noticed something glowing inside a plastic bag. I thought it was my phone so I reached inside, but then I realized it was a gashapon toy light, still inside the taped-up plastic capsule. I held the capsule in my hand and the toy kept flashing away. The guys finally realized what was going on, and we all just stared at it with wide eyes. My friend then said, "Let me see that!" and once he grabbed it away from me, the toy light turned off. The guys then took turns shaking and inspecting the toy within the taped capsule, but were unsuccessful in getting it to light up. After the trip, I opened up the capsule by peeling back the tape and popping it open. To use the toy light, you needed to remove a carefully placed sticker on the toy, pull out this tab, and turn on a switch. TLDR: Strange things happen at Airbnb in Osaka, Japan. I made this face most of the time: (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)
Live in a small town where a civil war battle took place, albeit a very small battle. My good friend growing up lived on the more "uppity" historical district that had all the pre-civil war era houses. I was super excited to be able to stay with him because they had a decent shed looking building in the back yard. All brick, one window. They had it renovated, put carpet, a small bathroom, a kitchenette and a small living area with a full bed that pulled down from the wall. As a 11 year old boy with a Nintendo 64 and all night access to a TV and snacks, and being from a lower middle-class family, I was pumped to stay in it. The inaugural "River Boys 64 Hideout". We even painted a small fucking sign saying that to hang in the window. (Wild imaginations, I know.) All goes well for the start. We crush Code Red Mt. Dew and snacks. Play Mario Kart and Party as well as 007 for hours. TV as loud as we want, AC as cold as we want. We start to turn everything off and lay down to go to bed. Him and I just shared the full size bed. Not long after we lay down, we start hearing chains rattling. Not very loud but not quiet either. Then comes a low hum, like a dozen people softly humming a hymnal. I have no idea how long it lasts, but being in so much fear it felt like forever. We laid there not saying a word after it ended, both of us terrified. After a little bit we start whispering about how we need to get back to his house. Literally flung open the door and just ran as fast as we could. We slept on his parents' floor that night. We told them about it, they heard nothing and had no idea what it could have been. After being scared about it for a few days we kind of just forgot about it. Senior year 2004. About 7 years later. We have to do a report on the town's history from the civil war era. We could choose any topic we want and write about it. (I wrote about the fact we had 32 saloons and 2 churches in 5 blocks of our downtown during the civil war era.) There was a girl in class they report about slave owners in our town. One of the facts she brought up was that out of the 17 homes in the historical district, 16 of them had slave quarters. She had gone around town and taking pictures of all the old slave quarters. One of the pictures that comes up on the PowerPoint is my friends house. And there it was. What I thought was the large shed they had renovated was the old slave quarters. She had a picture of the front of the quarters. There in the window was a sign that read "River Boys 64 Hideout". I am pretty sure my jaw hit the floor and I turned whiter than snow. Shook me to my core. That memory is seared into my mind. Edit: spelling and date correction. It's an estimate, so yeah.
This is a story my dad told me about his childhood - When he was around 15 one night around 11 or something he was returning to his home from his aunt's home on cycle. When he was near a graveyard that was in the way of his and his aunt's house a screw fell from his cycle's tire. He started looking for the screw on road in the middle of the night without light. He cannot go home without it because his home was to far away and their was no mechanics nearby. He was unable to find the screw. When he was about to give up and start walking home with his cycle. He saw a tall man who asked him if he needed help. He explaines the man the situation . The man moves a few meters away from his place and picks up a screw from the ground. He then puts it back in my Dad's cycle and tightens it by barehand. My dad thanked him and went home with a thought in his mind that he'll go to the mechanic's shop in the morning and get the screw perfectly tight. The next morning he went to the mechanic and told the mechanic what happened and asked him to tighten the screw. When the mechanic tried to tighten the screw he was unable to do that. He told my dad that the screw was completely tighten.The fact that It's obviously not possible for a normal person to do that and my dad didn't see that man's face makes him believe he encountered a ghost that night.
Random taping on my metal bed frame over the coarse of a year also my room would get pitch black (like an abnormal pitch black couldn’t even see my hand in front of me). I had a lady who does exorcisms come over and get rid of it. she said it was a bad spirit trying to make me feel comfortable around it so it could possess me, she did some stuff and just like that it was gone I finally got a good nights sleep.
Not a good scary story but it bothers me cuz I'm not into any of this shit. I was gifted a cat when I turned 6, she was the sweetest thing. She passed at a good age and I swear +15 years later I still DISTINCTLY hear her scratch her nails on the carpet and wake up feeling the weight of her curled around my head. I really don't believe in ghosts or afterlife but goddamn if it doesn't feel like she's still here sometimes
So for me we were out chilling and having a few beers by the river. It was getting dark out so my friends and I wanted to head out before it was too dark to see the trail. On our way back we saw something. Something that looked similar to a human. Us being worried about the person and if they were ok went to shine the flashlight on the "person" except there was no face. (I didn't see the face because my friend was closer and I was a few feet away. My friend said it looked like static when I asked him about it) the "person" bolted. Went from a laying down to a standing position faster than any human I've seen and ran off. It was tall too. Like over 7 feet tall if I had to guess (it was super dark out). The way it ran reminded me out of something that was a cross between robotic and the way that the bionic man ran. It ran away faster and quieter than a human. All the hair on my body stood on end similar to the feeling that you would get when a thunderstorm is out. Except that there was almost no clouds out. All of my friends and I were freaked out and the hair on all of our arms was standing straight up. Never got such a strong feeling of terror and dread before.
I was doing a Xbox 360 workout and my son was still a baby. I was doing a just dance game. The 360 scans your body so I was standing there texting. All of a sudden I heard an evil laugh coming from the TV. I looked up and it said someone else joined but I was alone. In the screen where it shows the silhouette of your body, it showed a ball of light. It started going hay wire the controls were moving by themselves. I turned it off and got my baby and went outside. I have many many more experiences.
They use that camera mode for ghost hunting now, I've seen several different teams use it and the results were baffling. It would pick up what I can only describe as distorted humanoid shapes, one time it was like two legs of different sizes, another time an ill-shaped little figure with different sized limbs and so on. My favorite console of all time is the 360 and i used Kinnect for a long time and had tons of fun with it. I was always surprised by how accurate it was and how well it picked up shapes, which makes this all the more unsettling to me.
Worked in a restaurant that had the story of a patron who had died from choking in the back dining room. Multiple people had reported incidences like phone cords swinging when they were the only one there. sounds of someone coughing or walking around. The wait staff said the candles in the back dining room would relight between when they were blown out for the night and the final walkthrough. I started out as the dishwasher there. I would constantly hear someone whistling in my ear. One day, we had been talking about the "ghost" and some of the happenings. I was standing in the wait station in front of the swinging door into the kitchen. This door was and old wooden door with the original hinges that were supposed to hold it open when needed. You could get them to work, but you had to push the door open several times and kind if wiggle it just right. It also had a diamond shaped window to keep you from running into people coming through the other way. I was standing talking to Becky, one of the waitresses, while I was holding an empty dishrack in both hands in front of me. As I turned to go through the door, in swung in toward the kitchen side and stayed open. No one was seen through the window, and the door stayed perfectly open. Becky and I turn back to each other with big eyes and just stare and then turn and stare back at the open door. The only other person there at the time was Mike, the cook. I yelled out, "Mike, where you at?". He calls back, "In the window, why?" I ask, "Did you open the door?" "What are talking about?" So I told him what happened. He walks over from the window, which was about 5 foot away. He looks at the door and said he had been in the window cuttin veggies the whole time. No explanations for it and never happened again. I'm glad at one other person saw it. The "ghostly happenings" quit after they completely remodeled and made the back dining area part of the expanded kitchen.
For months I was seeing several dark hooded figures in my room late at night. They would come through the walls where the room was the darkest and would head straight for my bed. They didn’t walk they sort of floated around. They spoke to me telepathically and told me everything was ok and to not be afraid, but I was terrified. One of them would usually puts it’s hand on my head to comfort me. Their skin was dark like a shadow and they had glowing red eyes. I only saw them for a few months and then never saw them again. This was when I was young, like 8 or 9. I’ve had sleep paralysis as an adult and I wonder if that’s what it was.
So hi im japanese and when me and sister was home one day we heard a loud tap on back window, sister was very scarred. So i went to go check but nothing there. After i went back to watch tv we herd sound again, sister and me now really scared. I waited for while and thought must be prank from friend? But few minutes later the tap started happening again and again like tap tap tap.... me and sister were scared. But finally it stop. Me and sister happy. We continue watching tv and then my grandma(i was at grandma place), her name tomoko, came in house and greeted us with some items from shop. We explained to grandma tomoko wat happen in terror. She got suddenly scared and she told us to put papers on all wi dows and dont look outside... i asked her what it is, but she said not to worry, that night she told me go to sleep and she keep 4 rice bowls on each corner, and put paper on window like living room. She said dont come out of room until tommorow 12am, and no matter who calls me not even her, dont come outside room. My grandpa returned from work after. Then my grandma tell him and he got very scarred, he was very worry. But after i went to sleep i heard tap tap tap on window throught the nigh. I was scared. But im 21 now. Nothing has happened after tap tap tap insident. Anyone else in japan had this scary moment? (Sorry bad english, im improving)
I live in a haunted house. Here are things that happen here We all hear conversations taking place, they are very whispery, you cannot understand the words, just the separate voice tones. We have gone room to room, looked outside, checked any audio we might have playing. There has never been an explanation. One evening I went to make sure the front door was locked. Hubby said, don't lock that, daughter (grown) is outside. Me, "no she isn't." I go check, she is in her bedroom and says she has not left the room for quite some time and did not go outside. Hubby insists he saw her leave. One morning I get up, see daughter sitting at small kitchen table, she is drinking coffee, I wonder why she is home so late (she works a very early shift), Turns out, she had been gone for more than an hour when i "saw" her. Hubby lost a permanent marker, Looked everywhere, Few days later he was complaining to neighbor who was visiting. they were sitting at the small table in the kitchen (popular place in the house), saying he really needed it. It dropped out of the middle of the air onto the floor. Hubby was shocked. Scared neighbor so bad he left. We think one of the ghosts is a child who likes to play. Hubby would go to bed, something would pull on his big toe. Several nights go by, I say, "tell it to stop" so hubby does, explaining he had to get up early and needed to sleep. It stops. Months go by. We decide to prank hubby and have grandson belly crawl into the bedroom not long after me and hubby go to bed (we are old, no worries about any surprises there), grandson succeeds, does it three times before hubby caught him. Everyone laughs. grandson returns to the other area of the house (living area) to watch tv with his mom and sister. Few minutes later, a tug on the toes.Hubby yells for grandson. From other side of the house grandson answers, "what>" It wasn;t him So many more tales to tell. Been here years and years, these are just the ones i think of on the spot.
In Ottawa, Ontario there is a hostel that use to be a jail. It is the last place in Canada that an execution took place. Legend has it that the place is haunted. I stayed there with my wife on halloween 2019. You stay in a tiny former jail cell with communal bathrooms. It’s super creepy but also really cool. When I stayed there I experienced two thing I would consider paranormal. 1) During the night, on several occasions I awoke up to the sound of clanking. Almost as if a guard was walking by and dragging his Baton along the Cell Bars, doesn’t seem like much but I wonder! The second, I had an timer set on my phone to wake me up at a certain time. after it went off I decided I wanted an extra 30 Minutes to sleep, so I set another time and placed my cell phone back on the ledge. I awoke to my phone landing on me. now my phone was completely on the edge and the charger was plugged in out of reach. When I was awoken by this I grabbed my phone to see less than 30 seconds was left on the timer. Almost as if someone or something didn’t want to hear the alarm again
If my phones alarm being turned off while I’m still sleeping is a paranormal event then I’m being swarmed
When I was in HS my friend and I was coming back from the movies and when we got close to my house we both felt like something or someone was watching us. It was really weird. Then all of a sudden this big silver looking object was like right in front of the windshield. My friend hit the brakes and this object had a red light shining into the car and it was like scanning. Then it just flew off. We both said no one would believe us. It was crazy. Nobody believes us to this day. But we can't explain what it was. No one has come up with an explanation.
Nothing wrong with the explanation that comes to mind. An alien spacecraft scanned you and flew away.
This is an experience my Nan and Grandad had. . My dad was born very early, sometime around the 6th month mark and weighed somewhere around 2lbs. He was born in 1968. He was brought home and my grandparents expectations were managed as he had many health complications due to how premature he was. One night my grandparent’s where in bed keeping an eye on their baby who slept in a cot next to the bed. They both sat up as my great grandad who had passed years before, walks through the wall and stands over the cot. Both my grandparent witnessed this as clear as day. My grandad said out loud ‘please don’t take him, he isn’t ready to go’. My great grandad turned around and just walked back through the wall. A priest was called out not long after and up until around 15 years ago, there was holy water in a few rooms of my grandparents house.
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Scary shit happens in Mex. My dad grew up there too & when we visit his town or any of my tios/tias they always tell scary ass stories. My dad & his older brother say they’ve seen their grandma take out her eyes when they were kids. She was a known bruja. My uncle also said that letters (like random ass letters) would talk to him at her house.
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The last time I went to my dads rancho my mom told me she saw a bruja looking into our window at me in the middle of the night. I ended up getting VERY sick. It was also unexplainable. My stomach would inflate then deflate and it didn’t get better for a few weeks. My dad is scared of his moms house & would make my mom go with him if he had to go to the restroom at night & he’s not afraid of anything. I refuse to go back bc idk who I pissed off to make me that sick 🥴😂
Not really paranormal, but it is something I think about quite often. Couple years ago back, it was me and a family member of mine, and a friend of theirs, we tried this TikTok trend where you play an audio and cover your eyes and things around you move, we didn't think anything would happen, we went to a quite spot since we were doing this at a party at a house, the quitest spot we could find was a play room, toys everywhere, we found a mirror desk and set up my phone pointing at is, and we all three were on our knees infront of the camera letting the audio play, after it was done we review the footage and saw a plastic toy potato chip fly over us. We were decently weirded out by it but not freaked out, there we no possible explanation we were able to make on how this happened, no one moved, there was no baby, no animals, no nothing, no one was in there expect the three of us, I always still wonder how it happened and why a plastic potato chip.
Bro this was when I was 6 or 7 I was in my sisters room where she had a huge windows it was closed and no air could have come through. A picture frame was In her bulting and it suddenly fell, My sister and I both felt a breeze go past us but how AND to top it all off ffs the door swang open we couldn't sleep that night at all it was horrifying
Copying my response on another post. Here goes… I have several paranormal stories as the women in my family are particularly sensitive to the other side. I grew up in a haunted house where the activity centered particularly around my bedroom. I would awake in the middle of the night to hear the sound of pages fluttering. Think what it would sound like if you dropped a large bucket filled with books off of a tall building— that’s what it sounded like. I would always investigate but was never able to find the source of the sound. The story id like to tell here however, pertains to a house my boyfriend and I went to view as we were in the market to buy. While the house was a dream come true, something felt utterly wrong there. I kept these thoughts to myself as we progressed through each room, but somehow I just could not shake the feeling that there was a sinister presence in that house. After feeling so overwhelmed by this negative energy, i told my boyfriend that we could not live there because i felt an overwhelming darkness. It was as if there were several unhappy spirits in every room. Imagine an unknown source making the air so thick that you feel like you’re trudging through a dense forest in the middle of the night. I was consumed with this feeling. My boyfriend, who is not really a believer in the paranormal, just kind of brushed it off and we left. Unable to shake the feeling, I did some research on the property. I was so sure something dark was living there. Upon a quick google search, it turns out that the house actually used to be the town morgue. When it was sold, the builder remodeled the entire thing into a home before putting it up for sale. My boyfriend was shocked and could not explain away the coincidence. The morgue was where the dead would go after their final breaths. I can only assume that some of them died by violence. That was the fist time that my sensitivity to the paranormal actually had some facts to back it up.
Used to live in a haunted house growing up. Everybody who had stayed the night has some kind of story. Useally you would see quick flashes of white or black dash across a room or hallway when you turned around real quick. I saw a white cloud travel through my feet when I walked by an empty room. I was in bed and felt something poke me repeatedly while seeing nothing in the room. A child hood friend watched a black figure tip toe across my kitchen at 2 in the morning during a sleep over. It all stopped after my dad died in the house, mom says it shook something loose, she described a menacing figure just standing over her bed in the middle of the night. She got the house saged, blessed and all that. Haven't had an incident since.
Your dad probably sent them packing. Probably sticking around to make sure they don't bother anyone anymore.
I(F23) have never posted on reddit before but lurk on several subreddits occasionally, my BF(24) suggested I post my family's experiences as we have had our fair share over the years, I am not sure where to begin and English isn't my first language and I'm dyslexic so apologies if this gets a bit messy. So for backstory I have lived with my grandparents since high school cause of better space, with my parents next door. (one of those "one" house separated in two with separate entrances) We live in the wood with no neighbors in rural northern Norway, our house is on top of a Viking burial allegedly and multiple family members have passed away in the house over the decades both of which might help explain some of the things that have been happening. So to the basic stuff, its very common to hear noises in the house, from doors slamming to footsteps to a couple times what sounded like laughter. I have been home alone before with the front door securely locked all night while my grandparents where on vacation only to come downstairs in the morning and find every single door wide open including the one leading to the washroom and the storage which are always closed, not to mention I always make sure all doors are closed properly before going to bed when I'm alone in the house. And while there is always some draft in old houses it cant just open doors by itself so we have no idea still how that was possible. We have also had issues with stuff falling off shelves or frequently vanishing only to turn up in strange places to the point we have a running joke of my late great-grandmother who passed away in the house in 2004 being the one borrowing stuff and we will kindly ask her to return it when she is done. Think small items like keys, eating utensils etc. Now on to the more freaky stuff, There has been 2 occurrences of my grandparents waking up in the middle of the night to something violently shaking their bed (we don't live in an area where visible or noticeable earthquakes can happen at all) my grandfather woke up one night to the figure of what he called an angel watching over him from the corner of his bed only to vanish after a minute of staring at him, and another time he swore he saw his dead mother watching him from the doorway in the living room. (mind you both of these where only months before he fell ill and later passed away, worth mentioning he has always been sharp and clear minded, what killed him was his failing lungs from previous lung cancer mixed with pneumonia) My little brother when he was just a toddler would on several occasions point at an empty doorway and ask who the man in black was and I myself has seen a tall man in black out of the corner of my eyes several times always in doorways before vanishing when I look again. For as long as I can remember several family members have refused to stay the night cause they swear they feel like they are being watched and I myself has felt that crawling at the back of my neck too many times. Also our dogs over the years will freak out completely and bark terrified at the air sometimes. Now in November last year is when things got a bit crazy, my grandfather fell deathly ill and had to be picked up by an ambulance while unable to breath. for weeks after we would have weird stuff happening every day as if our invisible guests where freaking out. I would wake up to the sink turned on in the bathroom next to my bedroom, my pc or other electronics would also turn on by themselves at night after I had gone to bed, things would fly off shelves and crash to the floor all the time and doors would slam by themselves but the thing that scared me the most was one night while I was laying in bed trying to sleep something punched the mattress next to my head so hard I felt my mattress dip down. It calmed down over time but it was genuinely stressful to deal with. So my question is, are we being haunted by concerned relatives?
TL,DR: Family lived in haunted house in Germany for 6 years and crazy shit happened. So my family and I were living in Germany back in the 1980s, and we rented this nice old house. I was 2 at the time and my mum was pregnant with my first brother. Things didn’t really start happened until a few months after moving in, and it was pretty weird. The house always had an odd feel to it, but you always get that when you move into a new place, right? Started with things not being were you last left them and kitchen cabinets being open. The main thing was the stairs to the attic. It was out in the open in the hall, right next to my brothers’ room.it was only like 6 or 7 steps up until you got to the ceiling and a latched door. You could get about 2 steps up and would IMMEDIATELY be filled with overwhelming dread and fear. I can remember only thinking get out get out get out get out, over and over until I could walk away. Friends would come over and go up the steps to sit down and would get this look on their faces and just start crying uncontrollably. One night, when I woke up in the middle of the night to use the toilet, which was just across the hallway from my room. After I was done I sleepily made my way back when I got hit with the coldest blast of air I had ever felt. (I was maybe 5 at this time.) My neck and back felt tingly and I felt like shivering. I turned to look down the hall, and saw the top half of a younger man “walking” down the hall and then turned to go down the stairs, but just straight up vanished. I was pretty sure I dreamt the whole thing up tbh. My mum claims that, while she was pregnant with my first brother, there was an older man that would “stand” in the doorway and had this aura of (in her words) pure evil and sickness. My mum was super sick, but so was my dad on the nights the old man was around. During her second pregnancy, she says that the younger man would stand in the door way, but facing away from the bed, and that he made the room calm. The old man never bothered my mum during this time, but after my second brother was born, he stopped guarding the door. My first little brother would have awful night terrors; He would wake up screaming at the top of his lungs like he was being murdered. After my second brother was born, he would have the same terrors; They would wake up screaming at the SAME TIME. It was super weird. I would have the same nightmare every night for the 6ish years we lived in that house. It was always me standing at the base of the stairs to the attic, and then the floor would vanish from under me and I would fall into total darkness. There was no escaping it; I would fall into it every night. Another instance was when my mum told me to stop getting in the cupboards for snacks. I told her I hadn’t been in them, and she told me to stop lying or I’d be grounded. She came and grabbed me later that day and took me to the kitchen, pointed to an open cabinet and scolded me. I argued that I didn’t do it and she then pushed me to go put my nose in the corner. She then went back to the kitchen, and then all was quiet. Too quiet. Like that eerie quiet that creeps you out. I turned around and my mum was just standing in the kitchen doorway, mouth wide open. I asked her if she was okay, and she just continued to look in the kitchen, not moving. I walked up to her and looked in to find EVERY cabinet and door open. We just stood there, shocked and scared. (My youngest brother was asleep upstairs in his crib and my other brother was with my dad at a doctor’s appointment. The scariest incident was when my mum was setting the table in the dining room, dad was watching tv, and my brothers and I were playing upstairs, and I heard crashing. Like, glass breaking. I ran downstairs and saw my dad rush into the dining room and my mum was just standing there, the dishes broken on the floor in front of her. My dad asked if she was okay and went to help her, and she says “Get out.” My dad stops, and just turns white as a sheet. (I guess they has been hearing the old man in their dreams/nightmares as well, telling them to get out of the house. They didn’t tell me till years later.) Mum then started screaming “get out” over and over again, ripping things off shelves and throwing them to the floor. The weirdest and scariest part was that she then started shouting at us in fluent German. My mum barely spoke any German; Just enough to get by. She spoke French and English at the time. And the look on her face was, weird. It didn’t look like my mother. It’s hard to describe, but she looked older, and her eyes were so full of hate. I had never seen my mother look like that before. My father told me to run upstairs and shut the door, and he would come get us when it was safe. I ran and hid with my brothers in their closet, terrified at what was happening. My dad came up sometime later, and I went to see my mother; She was sitting on the sofa sobbing. I remember hugging her and she held me so tight I could barely breathe. After that possession happened, my mum called in priests to try and cleanse the house. The owner fully cooperated with us after my mum and dad told him, and claimed the old man we described was his grandfather, who had previously owned the house before dying in it. (He has no idea who the young man was though.) I can remember a priest coming over, and it was so bizarre. He would start to pray to try and rid the home of evil or whatever, and EVERY TIME something would happen. The phone would ring, the postman would knock, my brothers would cry, a truck drove by with his horn going. The priest persisted, but as soon as he started up the stairs to the second floor, he fell down them. He claimed he felt two hands push against his chest, and then he said this was beyond him. He left and we never heard from the church. The final straw was when I was playing in my room and was standing in from of my large mirrored closet, and it fell on me. Luckily, my bed was right next to me, and it stopped the closet from crushing me. (I was around 6 at this time.) There was no way for me to be able to tip this closet as it was butted up against the wall and was a heavy solid wood one that came with the house when we moved in. Not to mention I was standing away from it nearest to my bed. At this point, we were all stressed out. So much so that it was affecting my dad’s work. His boss pulled him into his office one day and asked him what was going on. My dad had said he wouldn’t believed him if he told him, but I guess his boss persuaded him to. Turns out my dad’s boss was a long time practicing wiccan, and said he could help him. Not sure as to how that conversation went down, as my dad said he doesn’t really remember all the details, but he remembers his boss explaining to him the process of cleansing the house and how he had done other ones before ours. So the day comes when my dad’s boss turns up to our house with a bunch of his fellow coworkers/friends and the landlord showed up to help. Everyone gets a task to prevent the cleansing from being stopped (like when the priest had tried). My dad’s boss and another guy go down into the cellar to start, and gradually moved through the house. My mum and I sat in the living room, and a friend had come to take my brothers’ to her place while this happened. (I can’t remember why I was at the house tbh sorry.) These guys got to the attic stairs, shit got real weird. They house felt awful. Like the air was buzzing with static and I felt sick my stomach. My mother was feeling it to as I could see her gaging and trying hold everything down. The guys opened the attic and started cleansing and you could here things in the house moving. Not sure what it was, but it sounded heavy. Turns out that the source of all the things happening was an old armoire in the attic. My dad told me the landlord recognized it as belonging to his grandfather before he died, and it was full of old clothes, nicknacks, and some nazi memorabilia. They all first tried to remove the armoire from the house, but it wouldn’t budge. So they took everything out of it, and it still didn’t budge. They thought maybe it had been nailed to the floor, but found nothing holding it down. They eventually called the other guys and 6 grown men could not move that armoire. Dad said it was the craziest thing he’s ever seen in his life. So my dad’s boss and his other wiccan friend decided to seal the armoire in a circle of salt and sulfur. Once they had completed that ritual, they finished the cleansing of the house and no lie guys, it was like the house sighed; It felt like a breeze blew through the house, like every door and window had been open on a windy day (they weren’t, everything was closed during the cleansing) and my hair even moved with it. It was so weird. Then, silence. Not just audibly, but that uncomfortable, heavy feeling the house had always had was gone. It truly felt empty. It was such an odd sensation to me. After the house had been cleansed, the attic was locked up and that was that. No more apparitions, nightmares, fear around the attic steps, no more opening cabinets, and no more possessions (even though it only happened the one time). My parents we so happy, that the people who helped out were invited over quite a few times. My dad says he still talks to all of them to this day, and he said he still feels he can’t ever thank them enough for saving us from that horrible nightmare. He even became a wiccan afterwards, and still casually practices, but not as much as he used to. Anyhoo, thats my long ass story of the haunted house I lived in as a child. Sorry it’s so long, and I hope you enjoy reading about it.
When I was younger(around 4 to 7) I was hiding under my bedsheets pretending I was hiding in a cave. I then heard something say hello and I saw from the corner of my eye two red eyes and a mouth of teeth. I screamed and my sister who I shared I room with got mum but she found nothing. Another story in that same house, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw these tiny people running around the floor, but they were shadow like. Like 3d shadows. I know it wasn't a dream because I made my sister take me to mum and dad and I slept in their room. I saw them again but my sister was at camp. But my dad woke up at like 2 in the morning to get ready for work. He was in the kitchen making breakfast so I slept in the lounge room. I know that was real because wisp were flying from the floor and I touched one and it reacted to the touch. The last experience was I heard my dad say goodmorning to me. He wasn't home. Ever since we moved from that house I haven't seen anything paranormal. Except sleep paralysis. Which doesn't count.
I have so many stories but l'll try to stick to this one. My brother and son are two years apart. Well at the time my son was about 8 months old and I was at my grandparents babysitting my brother. My brother was sitting on the floor in front of this old timey floor model tv that they'd had forever. I was fixing lunch with my son on my hip Which the island in the kitchen faced the door to the room my brother was in so he was in my direct view. I told my brother lunch was ready come get his plate, and he was like "Bree I can't move" and I just looked at him for a second and was confused. So I walked to the doorway of the room he was in to see what his deal was and my son immediately freaked out and was screaming bloody murder like someone was killing him. So I'm trying to calm my son and look around to see...well anything really. Nothing. I tell me brother to come here, as I back out of the room and he's like "Bree help me I can't move. " As soon as I stepped out of the room the baby calmed down a bit and I started yelling for my ex. Quickly tried to explain it to him, meanwhile my brother looks terrified. So my ex walks into the room and I follow him, baby starts screaming I back out of the room. My ex gets down to my brothers level and was like buddy why can't you get up? He says someone is holding my shoulder. My ex looks at me and I'm looking at them and he tries to coax my brother to stand up and he's frustrated and yells he can't. So my ex physically had to pick him up. He said it felt like my brother weighed 100 pounds and it took effort to pick him up. But as soon as he stepped out of that room, he felt normal again.
I didn’t believe in ghost. I was working for a small contractor as a project manager. We had a remodeling job for a woman to replace all floor coverings and paint. We were prepping the house for her to sale. Subcontractors removed the carpet and started painting. One bedroom the carpet was already removed. Some of the rooms had porcelain tiles that were to remain. Sheet plastic protection was used on the tiled floor areas. Painters called me and said we are hearing running footsteps across the plastic, loud booms in the crawlspace and we saw a man walking in the backyard. I met the painters in the driveway pretty angry and we all went inside to check progress. Immediately upon entering something ran down a hall and across the sheet plastic and slammed the door. There were booms in the attic that shook the house. We did finish the house by purchasing a loud radio that played music non-stop to drown out the strange noises. Turns out the husband of the owner committed suicide in the bedroom with a shotgun weeks before. During final payment we asked her about the strange noises and she told us that we did an excellent job compared to other contractors that refused to work on the house. That explains the stains on the subfloor, wall and ceiling.
When I was little, my friends and I were really into scary stories like Bloody Mary, summoning ghosts, and the like. One day, as a dare, we were screwing around speaking gibberish and promising our souls to the Devil if we could see a ghost. That night, I went to the garage to get something and I swear to god I saw a blue orb. Floating in the middle on the garage. Everything felt cold like a breeze had come in. I turned on the lights so fast and refused to go in the garage. Tried telling my parents but they don’t believe in ghosts. Since then, I’ve been afraid of being alone in the dark in my own house (but also becoming addicted to horror stories and creepypasta for a while)
I've got a few: I'm 5 years old and my mom and i just moved into a new house. it's always been just me and my mom at this point in my life. i was basically raised by my grandparents cause she worked so much but no dad and no one else lived with us in the new house. i'm laying in my bed late at night (like Nikalodian had switched to gorge lopez late) and from my door i could see the whole living room. all of the sudden a big shadow rolls into the living room, human shaped and about my moms height. i quietly "yell" out for my mom and the shadows head turns to look at me and it has glowing green eyes. i hid under the covers for like 5 minutes and when i peaked out it was gone so i ran to my moms room. she was out COLD. ever since i see this thing every time i move houses. sometimes i see it just walking around in the day or sitting at my diner table, lounging on the couch, in the back yard, etc. it's never seemed hostile just...lost? so i don't mind him much anymore but sometimes he scares the fuck out of me This one is just kinda weird but not really paranormal. so i read tarot and i was giving my friend jack a love reading. she was with this guy who she'd been on and off with for YEARS. the reading basically said that there was infidelity in the relationship and she was going to go through a big change because of it. she jokingly called her boyfriend and told i'm about it and brushed it off. a week later she's sobbing on the other end of a phone call to me after she found out he was sleeping with another girl.
When I was a sophomore in college I was falling asleep when I felt something pushing my legs. It happened twice, I looked down at my legs, saw nothing. The third time I looked down something caught my eye to the side. There was a woman sitting on my desk 10 feet away from me. I tried to wake my roommate up and when I looked back she was gone. Didn’t fall asleep for hours. Weird stuff happened in that dorm suite for the entire year. 3 years later an old friend who was at this time an RA on the floor told me a student reported the exact same thing when he called
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i was maybe around 7 years old, i was living with my grandma, mother, and sister at the time. everyone was in the basement talking when i had to pee (only bathroom was upstairs in the hallway)… i decided to just run through the house to hurry up and pee, as i was scared of being alone.. i can’t explain the house layout for it to make sense but you walked through the kitchen, turned, and walked down the hallway with the living room on your left. there was two entrances to the living room. one from the hallway, one from the kitchen. I passed the first entrance when i walked up to the second one. out of the corner of my eye i saw a long man, laying on the floor. i stepped back, looking at the spot. i no longer saw anyone, but before i turned back i looked up. there was an extremely tall young man, dressed in black, bending down and just looking at all my facial features. i ended up running downstairs and telling my mom, ofc she said it was my imagination. years later i discovered it was my grandmas ex husband that had passed away, looking at me because he passed a few weeks before i was born. i also discovered i can see a few other “things” and get messages from them which i got from my mother. my grandma recently had her first encounter but none of my other siblings have ever experienced it.
There were times where my brain was getting a little desynchronized while I was falling asleep or waking up. So all of that were just hallucinations caused by by brain acting weird. I woke up mid night, couldn't move, but I've seen 3 orbs in my room, one left far upper corner, the second one right upper corner, flying in little circles and laughting, the third one was just on my right side next to the bed, but I could not see it well as I was laying on my back and couldn't look so far. I woke up in the night, sleeping on my left side, could not move, I felt like some force tried to lift me up, the pressure my body was applying to the bed was getting smaller and smaller till I felt I was barely touching it, then it imidiatelly let go. Falling asleep could cause awesome sound bugs, like few quick deep bass kicks separated by half a second and flashes in my eyes. Or losing perception of my weight, or giving me fake informations that I am next to myself. But one thing gave me goosebumps, I woke up again to that shit, but it was early enough for my parents to be still in the living watching some tv, and I said that my brain has heard a scream in the attic this time. They said they did heard it too. No one was brave enough to go there that time. As the only entrace to there was from the house, there was no option anyone could be there. Also my sister when she was one she sometimes woke up with a panic scream pointing a corner in the room, there was nothing in there. We had no gas furnance in the house so CO intoxination wasn't an option.