People Share Their Most Mystical Experience
28. The Spirits Of Her Relatives Have Comforted Her Before Passing
“There was this lady (we’ll call her Annie) that was a friend of my mom’s, and I lived with her for a few months after college.
I worked 2nd shift, so I was up late watching TV after everyone else was in bed. Annie comes walking into the living room, half asleep. I say, ‘What’s going on, Annie?’ and she says, ‘My grandmother just called.’
I’m like, ‘Nooooo, no one has called.’
She insists that she just talked to her grandmother and that her grandmother called to tell her goodbye and now she wants to call her family to check on her.
‘Nonsense,’ I say. ‘It was just a dream. Don’t bother your family in the middle of the night. Go back to bed and call them in the morning.’ And she goes back to bed.
About an hour later, I’m just getting into bed when the phone rings. And it’s her family calling to tell her that her grandmother died about an hour ago.
The grandmother was old, but not sick or on death’s bed or anything.
Annie did not remember any of this the next day and we never spoke of it. I thought about this for years and struggled with labeling it a ghost story or just an eerie coincidence. My skeptical and logical tendencies decided to label it a coincidence. The only times I have re-told this story have been to people who do not know Annie in situations where everyone is telling their ‘ghost-stories.’
THEN
About a decade later, Annie died unexpectedly.
I went to her funeral and her brother delivered a eulogy. In it, he tells this story.
When Annie was about 4, her great-grandmother died. All the family was gathered in the house and someone noticed that little Annie had disappeared. After a brief search, they found her in a bedroom, rolling on the floor laughing.
‘What on earth are you laughing about, Annie?’ and little Annie replies, ‘Great-grandma was tickling me. She came to tell me goodbye.'”
27. I Saw A Strange Star And Wolf At the Exact Moment My Friend Died
“Waiting for my daughters’ dance to finish down by Lake Ontario I decided to go near the water’s edge to check out the stars (I’m into amateur astronomy and looking over the lake is the darkest sky in my city).
I’m looking at Orion and I notice a very bright ‘star’ about 20 degrees up, due South. I thought it was Sirius except for that night Sirius was more Southwest and about 40 degrees up in the sky.
So I’m thinking to myself ‘What the Hell is that?’ It wasn’t moving so it wasn’t the ISS, it was WAY too late to be Venus, Jupiter was high in the sky and Saturn was not in view. This thing was as bright as the ISS… really bright.
So I’m wondering what ‘it’ is when I hear a noise closer to me and notice a pure white coyote/wolf (it was bigger than a normal ‘brush wolf’ or coyote, but not as big as a wolf) walking along the water’s edge.
It’s odd to see a coyote in the city, but not beyond expectations… it can happen. Since I was only about 20 feet from it I decided that it was better if this animal knew I was there so I made a bit of noise… no reaction, so I made louder noises… still no reaction at all. The thing didn’t even look at me.
It continues along and I notice the ‘star’ I had been watching go bright, then suddenly fade to black.
There were no clouds in the sky and I sail so I’d recognize a ship’s light. It wasn’t that.
Perplexed, I turned my attention back to the wolf… it was gone too. The time was 12:30 am.
I shook my head and dismissed it all then picked up my daughter and drove home.
The next morning (Sunday) I was woken up with a phone call. It was my best friend’s dad.
He was crying. My best friend who lived in Norway (6 hours difference) had passed away at 6:30 am Oslo time in his sleep from a heart condition.
After I hung up, I realized that my buddy had died at the exact same time (6:30 am Oslo time equals 12:30 am Toronto time) I had seen my star/wolf weirdness… then a big shiver went down my spine.
It could be a really freaky coincidence, but it makes me feel good thinking my buddy was saying goodbye to me.
RIP Dave.”
Another User Comments:
“Not as complex as your story, but last December in the middle of the night I woke up really randomly around 2 or 3 am, and the only thing I could think was the word ‘death’. No emotions with it at all, just like reading a sign that said only the word death, and then fell back asleep.
I woke up the next morning and had completely forgotten about it until my dad called me a few hours later and told me that my grandpa had died in the middle of the night, and the time of death would have been roughly 3 am. I cannot explain what this was, but the whole death announcement thing really creeps me out.” whattheduck23
Another User Comments:
“This reminded me of a story from when I was little that I hadn’t thought of in years.
It has nothing to do with a powerful death like yours, but it does have to do with watching a star. I had been visiting my cousin’s house, and we had gone out to eat. My dog was obnoxious, so we had to lock all the dogs outside. Somehow they had gotten out of the fence. All of our dogs were outside when we got back, except for another one of my cousin’s who was also visiting.
I felt so guilty because it was my dog’s fault they were outside in the first place. We spent the rest of the weekend searching desperately for her dog with no luck. When my parents drove us back home after the weekend, I was staring up at the stars from the back seat. There was one that was brighter than all the others. It was so unusual that I focused on it and decided to make a wish.
I wished as hard as I could that her dog would return. The second I finished, it shot across the sky. Being young, I immediately asked my parents if it was possible to see a star before it shot across the sky. They assured me that it wasn’t, although I knew what I saw. The very next morning, my mom woke me up very early to tell me that the dog had returned. Even though its owner was no longer at the house, it found its way back to the other cousin’s house and dug under the fence to get back in the backyard.” Broncos_Fan
26. My Friend's Basement Was Haunted By A Ghost
“So to preface this, my friend Aaron is a completely normal guy, and I’ve worked with him in the engineering realm for a bit. He’s definitely a smart guy and doesn’t have a screw loose, so to hear this story was crazy. It’s still left me thinking about things like the supernatural until today.
He moved into this house in Portland Oregon, and it was always a little off.
When he first moved in he heard some creaks and stuff, but it was mostly just old house noises. Then sometimes he could swear he heard footsteps, or doors creaking open or closed. The most peculiar thing about the house was that even with all the shades drawn up and letting the sun in, the house was always dark it seemed.
As some of the noises increased in frequency, so did some strange things.
He asked his roommates about the noises and they all agreed that they had heard peculiar things around the house too. In particular the basement.
The basement had some stairs leading down and from what he described there were two rooms. The main room with the stairs in it, then another room attached that had an extra door in it on the opposite corner of the first door.
He was a drummer and had his drums set up in the main basement room to practice.
The first of the strange things to happen would be in his bedroom. He saw smoke-like stuff coming from under the door and it started moving up towards the upper corner by his door. He thought the house was on fire as the smoke-like stuff began to cluster in the corner so he opened the door and was gonna bail, but when he opened it and looked into the hallway, the hallway was totally fine.
No smoke, no fire, then he looked back into the corner and all the clustered smoke had vanished.
After that, sometime later, he was in the bathroom taking a pee, and he heard the door open. Without looking behind him he says ‘hey hang on a minute I’m almost done.’ But the door didn’t shut so he finished up and turned around to one of the most frightening things he’d ever seen.
Clearly in front of him was an apparition of a young girl in a plaid dress, and he looked up and up and when he got to her face starting from her feet, there was nothing there and he could clearly see through her. Just a blank face. He was so scared he said he didn’t even remember putting his pecker back in his pants, he just shut his eyes and ran to the door (that he thought was open) through the ghost but then he ran straight into it because apparently, it was closed! Frantically he opened the door without really opening his eyes and scrambled to his bed and he said he dove in like a little kid and held the sheets over his head until he went to sleep, terrified.
The craziest thing of all that happened is what’s next. In the basement where he practiced drums, he could swear that in the doorway to that extra room, he would see someone walk by the door. From one side to the other. It would happen rarely but one time he decided to go into the room.
That extra door was on the opposite corner, and he thought it was peculiar that there was a door there, and that it should lead to the outside, but he knew it didn’t because there was no other way into the basement.
He walked over to the extra door and opened it and he said that it gave him the most sinking feeling in his stomach looking into what was behind the door. There was a stairway that had been cemented off but in one of the most creepy ways possible. He didn’t get into details but he basically said ‘I shut the door and never opened it again because of the terrible feeling I had when I opened it.’
Now being a drummer, he had met all kinds of people in his travels because he had toured the nation.
One time he was talking to a man he had met about his house and these strange happenings, and the man looked at him as serious as a heart attack and said ‘I can help you with this house and these happenings.’
My friend was skeptical because he doesn’t really believe in these kinds of things but he accepted the offer saying ‘well why not, the worst that could happen is nothing.’
The man met him at his house and brought with him a most peculiar bell.
My friend described it as having the most piercing sound he’d ever heard and the man entered the house ringing it and was mumbling something under his breath as he moved through the house. Eventually, he asked my friend where the most activity happens, and my friend told him the basement.
The man goes into the basement and instantly went into the extra room. He asked my friend ‘This door, does this door have something?’
My friend was amazed at this man for pointing it out because my friend had said nothing about anything specific in the basement.
My friend told him yes, and how he had opened it only once because it was terrifying.
The man then proceeded to open the door and instantly fell to his knees shrieking and ringing the bell furiously. My friend was totally freaked out and didn’t know what to do and before he knew it the man jumped up and ran up the stairs screaming and out the front door.
My friend quickly followed him and met him on the sidewalk.
My friend said ‘What was that all about’ and the man looked at him and said ‘Whatever was in your house, I just chased it out.’ My friend was bewildered, then the man handed him an octagon-shaped pendant and told him to put it above his door, explaining that it will protect him as long as it’s on the door.
My friend said thank you as politely as he could because he was still skeptical and trying to figure out exactly what all had happened but he put the pendant above his door.
No joke, from that day on, all the strange noises, footsteps, doors creaking, stopped. The darkness that always seemed to loom inside the house even with the windows open, vanished.”
The Friend Responds:
“As the Aaron in the story, I can tell you it is 100% true.
The woman wore a plaid dress, big white squares with thick, brown, cross-hatches around the white squares. She had no shoes on and I could see the faintest outline of the open door behind her. I assumed it was my roommate, Daphna. When I looked up at her face, nestled between her shoulder-length blonde hair, her face was nothing more than smoke. It was like someone was smoking, but no object, no face…
only smoke moving in the faintest breeze.
When I ran through her, it was as if I had jumped into a frozen pond. I can still feel that cold to this day.
As for the octagon that my friend placed above the door, it was a yellow octagon made from a piece of wood. On it, there were three, black, horizontal lines on the side closest to the top.
It also had an octagon-shaped mirror in the center of it.
Months afterward, while still living in the house, I had a dream that felt so real… unlike any other dream I’ve had before. I was asleep in bed and a man in a suit woke me. It was a black suit and he was wearing a fashionable hat like men would wear in the ’40s. I awoke (in the dream) to the man shaking me.
I gasped, startled by the foreign figure in my bedroom, and looked at the man with no face. He leaned in close enough to feel his cold breath. As he leaned in, he whispered to me, ‘it’s all been reset.’ As he said it, it was as if those words caused him to drift away in white smoke. Everything. His clothes, his hat, his entire body.
I awoke in a panic. I’m not sure what it meant, but after that moment, when I could feel his cold breath on me… my life became instantly better. It was some strange turning point in my life.
I’m not sure if the octagon is still on that door, but for the sake of those that may live there, I hope to god that it is.” Aaron1979
The Friend Continues:
“Also, I don’t recall putting my ding back in my pants.
It was terrifying. And since this was on the second story, it was either go out the window or run through the ghost.
When we first moved into the house, it had thick metal gating over every window and door. Not like regular metal bars, this was the kind that you could barely squeeze a finger through. We took them all down, but even still, the house always remained dark.
It didn’t make any sense since one entire side of the house faced the morning sun and had no obstructions.
The house was incredibly old, a 3 story house with a full basement. Six bedrooms in all and everything was the original wood that came with the house. Dark, polished, but covered under years of dust. The date on the furnace was 1893. It was a huge furnace that seemed like it was converted from coal to oil.
My thought was that the cemented-off steps were a way of getting coal down to the basement.
There were things in that house that were unexplained. So strange. One night, well before I met my wife, I was seeing this woman named Elizabeth. One night in the gigantic living room, we were hanging out enjoying a fire in the woodstove that was seriously the size of a stove.
We were just sitting in the room, which you could close off the french doors and heat up the entire front section of the house. As my wife would probably not want to hear, Elizabeth looked me in the eyes and told me that she loved me. At the exact moment, the moment she uttered those words to me, someone pressed the G7# sharp key on the piano sitting in the living room.
If you have any doubt as to how creepy that note is… press it on your piano. In that cavernous room, with that key being pressed, both of us started screaming.
We shut the door to the stove and ran upstairs to the bedroom, trying to stay as far away from the piano which was leaning up against the stairs. To this day, that note creeps me out.” Aaron1979
25. My Dad's Spirit Sent My Mom Red Roses To Tell Her He's Okay
“My parents used to talk about the afterlife a lot. They once even had a convo about ‘if I die first, I will send you a sign so you know I’m okay.’ They even agreed on the sign and specified that said sign would have to occur at the same time every day to confirm and rule out randomness. My dad’s sign to my mom was to be a single red rose.
So, years later my dad dies. After the wake, my mom was sitting on a bench outside, and a strong wind blew up and a rose, maybe from the cemetery across the street, rolled across the lot and stopped at her feet. It was 4:30. The next day, after the funeral, we were carrying the flower arrangements into my uncle’s house and found a red rose in the driveway.
None of the arrangements had roses. It was 4:30. The next day, my mom goes to a bank to make a deposit, and the cashier’s name was Rose. She stamped the deposit slip, and it was 4:30.
Nothing happened for a few more days, but that next weekend, we went to a dance event, and some close friends of ours performed a tribute dance to my father.
They presented my mother with a bouquet of flowers… All assorted, but with one single red rose. They did not know the story. The video is time-stamped… Guess what time it was?
I know dad is looking out for us wherever he is. And tried very hard to let us know that he was okay, and that he loved us.
On a side note, sometimes my mom will still receive a rose…like a certain picture she has of a rose (bought after the funeral/episodes as a ‘remembrance’) will fall off the wall for no reason.
Once, she went to have a Glamour Shot taken, and the photographer handed her a rose to pose with. Or a license plate on a passing car will reference ‘rose’ in some way. This usually also happens at 4:30. It’s been 13 years since his death, but maybe he is still sending reminders of his love. And maybe it’s just random stuff. Don’t care!”
Another User Comments:
“When my cousin Mary was 20 (about 12 years ago), she called and said she was on her way home from her partner’s house.
Mary’s friend was waiting at my aunt’s house to go shopping. My aunt’s house has been in the family for decades, and the wood floor shakes and creaks when someone walks in the front door. So about 10 minutes after the call, my aunt and Mary’s friend are in the back of the house and hear the door open and close, floor shake/creak, and dogs go nuts.
They figure Mary had come in and gone to her bedroom. After a few minutes, when Mary didn’t come to join them, they go check and realize Mary isn’t there. They thought it was weird. My aunt starts calling Mary and couldn’t get ahold of her. She gets nervous about 45 min to an hour after the initial call and decides to drive to Mary’s partner’s house.
She drives up on the scene of a major car accident. Mary had been ejected from the car and died at the scene. She and the friend are convinced that Mary came home that day.
After that, my aunt spent about 5 years going to the gravesite from about 9-5 each day (she didn’t work). One day, she decided to take a picture of the gravestone. When she got it developed, there was a white aura type thing in the photo. I realize that you can pick up reflections in photography, but my aunt is convinced it was her spirit frolicking around the gravesite.” [deleted]
24. I Think I Smell A Ghost Cooking In My House
“I moved into my current home around 3 years ago. We live about 100 yards from the local church which has a bell tower. Every year in winter (happening currently) the church bells chime for 6 pm. 6 Single chimes.
There is a smell that takes over my home for around 30 seconds. I can’t describe this smell. It’s a mixture of sweet & sour, dark & cold, wet & dry.
It’s just not a smell I can put my finger on.
I mentioned winter because the only pattern I can see is that this only occurs when it’s dark at 6 pm (Only really in winter).
My partner and I have lived here a fair while and are very much used to this, as is the dog now.
We did a lot of research on the house but couldn’t find anything of interest.
We spoke to our landlord who said he’d never noticed anything, although he’s never actually lived in the house. We let it drop when we couldn’t find anything out. It became part of our daily routine.
About 4 months ago now, our neighbor, unfortunately, passed away. He was a quiet man who never really spoke other than to be polite. Good morning, how are you, etc, etc.
His daughter was clearing his house a little while after and I got chatting with her when she explained that the past tenant in MY house was a widower, the same as her father. He lived away with his son in the summer but would spend winters at home. Every day at 6 pm, when the church bell rang, the two of them would cook dinner together. Apparently, they were a bit crazy with their recipes and ended up making all sorts of concoctions. Apparently, you could smell them cooking up the street.”
23. I Had Pen Markings On My Face That Had No Way Of Getting There
“I lived in some really unsettling places. One of the events that stuck with me the most is probably this.
I woke up one morning and as usual, I walked to the mirror to brush the teeth and fix the hair. Now, I’m in a relatively small place with a balcony and sink in the same room without openable windows. I looked in the mirror and I see one of my plants moving like there’s a wind blowing against it.
I turn around and walk over to the plant – that is next to the door – and check if the balcony door is closed. It was.
For some reason, while walking back to the mirror my eye fell on one of the pens lying on my desk. When I arrive at the mirror the first thing I notice is all these pen markings on my face.
My heart stops and there are goosebumps everywhere. I cleaned up and fled the room. When I came back the door to the balcony was open.
Needless to say, I didn’t enjoy being there for quite some while after.”
Another User Comments:
“You should definitely watch the Doctor Who episode called ‘The Impossible Astronaut.’
In the show, there are these creatures called ‘Silence.’ You see them and talk to them when you’re looking directly at them, but the moment you look away you forget that they were there and that you even saw them.
So some characters in the show take to making tally marks on their skin while talking to the creatures, every time they see one, so even after they forget there’s a physical tally on their body telling them that they just saw another Silence.” unforgiven_sis
Another User Comments:
“Pen marks?!?!?! WHAT?! That’s freakin’ crazy, but nothing touched your face?
Did any other creepy stuff happen?” glitchwizard
Reply:
“My thoughts exactly, it scared me.
I never felt anything on my face.
I’m not sure whether I’m sensitive to this kind of stuff or if there are things following me. I experienced several things at my dad’s house. From the top of my mind;
There was a hand mark on the wall in my dad’s house. Like a print from someone with dirty hands. A really big hand also, nothing extreme, just big.
Every time we would wipe it off, it came back the next day.
Whatever was in my dad’s house seemingly also targeted his partner. Almost every time she’s alone in the house she’ll hear noises of doors opening or faint whispering in other rooms. I heard the whispering too. Loud enough to hear, but not loud enough to actually understand what they were saying. In the shower, my dad’s partner felt a hand on her shoulder, when she would turn around (while being alone in the house!) there was nothing.
One other time, when she was cooking some can of beans was thrown out of the cabinet to her head. My dad also reported seeing people around his bed at night. I’ve seen a little girl in old clothes from out of the corner of my eyes several times when I was there. They now tend to keep it in control by burning incense prescribed by some store specialized in rituals.
It became something quite normal to me in general, like this stuff just randomly happens. I’ve experienced way more stuff, unfortunately.” jorjin
22. Boarding School That Is Hundreds Of Years Old Is Haunted
“I’m gonna preface this by saying I went to boarding school for 6 years. This boarding school was in the middle of a one-stoplight town and on a hill 800 ft up. The school used to be an old monastery. It was hundreds of years old and huge. 4 stories including a basement where there were a boiler room and long hallways.
Not all of these stories happened to me, but the people who told me them were reliable enough to believe.
Also, the school didn’t want us telling stories to other people because they were afraid that it would make them not want to go to the school due to it being haunted.
The first one happened to me. I used to be in charge of cleaning the gymnasium at night. Every student had a job that they had to do either at night or in the morning to help take care of the school.
Taught you some practical things and all.
Anywho, I was there by myself that night getting ready to start sweeping the gym. The gym had 2 floors to it. The upstairs part was the weight lifting area, and you could see it fully from the bottom part of the gym where the basketball court was. As I stepped into the gym, one of the basketballs starts rolling a bit.
I look around to see if any doors are open, none are. I chalk it up to randomness but see that it is continuing to roll. As I watch it, it makes a full circle around the entire gym and stops right next to my feet.
At this point, I’m a bit scared, but figured it was nothing. I heard a creaking coming from the second floor and looked up.
There is a girl there, just staring right at me. As soon as I made direct eye contact with her, she bolts to the stairs that would take her to me. She let out a scream that I can not describe. I was terrified and froze in place. Thankfully, she didn’t come to me, but took a left and bolted through the main doors of the gym.
They didn’t open, she just went right through them.
I noped the hell out of there.”
User Shares Another Story:
“There was a Chapel that was in the middle of the school really. This is a non-religious school, so we used it for musical performances and all that sort of stuff. I was in choir for the years that I was there, so I was very used to performing in it.
There was stained glass on all of the windows and such. Every time you walked in there, it always felt as if someone was watching you. It wasn’t only me, but multiple people who felt that way.
There was a big grand piano that was on the opposite side of where you walked in that was our stage. People would go in there at night and practice on it or just play for fun.
Most people would just go in there and only turn on the stage lights and leave the rest off while they were practicing.
This story isn’t something that I witnessed, but a friend of mine.
She was playing on the piano by herself and just having fun practicing. While in the middle of a song, the keys next to her start going up and down as if trying to add another part to her song.
She jokingly said, ‘Hey, stop. That doesn’t go with what I am doing.’
She immediately felt as if someone had boxed her ears and she became really dizzy. She freaked out and bolted out of there. She came crying down to the area where all of the students hung out in their free time. She told me and a few friends the story and it took quite a while to get her to calm down.
Many people have seen a girl in a white dress constantly roaming that area.
Another was that the high school was on the highest floor of the building. One night one of the seniors was studying late trying to graduate.
He was working on something at about 3 AM and one of the window blinds started flickering. You know that noise blinds make when winds go through them quickly.
He thinks nothing of it until it starts happening on the other side of the room.
This is a huge room, it fits over 200 students in it.
He goes over to the window to close it. He finds that it isn’t open. He laughs and thinks he must just be really tired. He goes back to continue studying and a blind on the other side of the room starts going, then another, and another until all of them are going.
There are about 30+ windows on the top floor.
He said he just stood there dazed about the whole situation until all of them just stopped at the same time. He left his stuff out and ran to his dorm room. His roommate said he looked like he had seen a ghost.” Maavrick
User Shares Another Story:
“Another job I had around the school was preparing the salad bar we had for lunch and dinner.
To do this, I would have to get out everything we would need for the day from the basement in the giant freezer we had down there. I would then have to wash it and cut / peel everything.
I was one of the first people up every morning to do this job. I would get up at about 6:00 AM to do this every day.
I HATED having to go into the giant freezer on my own when no one else was up and it was pitch black outside.
It was one of the few things I never liked doing.
The reason for this is this story.
I got up at about 6:00. As soon as I woke up, I was feeling uneasy.
I quickly took my shower and got dressed so I could get to the lunchroom at about 6:30.
The person in charge of the kitchen was already up and getting everything warmed up. I said hello and checked out what we would need.
I made a list and headed down.
Now, that feeling of uneasiness was there the whole time. Through my whole shower, walking the dark hallways in the morning and even when I got to the kitchen.
I opened the freezer and felt the cold blast of air. Needless to say, I could have cut diamonds with how cold it was.
I stepped inside and started getting vegetables. As I was reaching for one I heard a giggle.
This wasn’t a normal one but like a small child’s giggle. I instantly froze and whipped around. No one… I brushed it off and continued, another giggle.
I was like, no way. This is not happening to me, flick, lights go off in the freezer. I still had a bit of light because I left the door open. I start seeing the door close, and it locks from the outside.
I bolt for the door because I knew I would be locked in there for at least 15 min with the lights off if I didn’t.
I caught it RIGHT before it closed. Again, I hear the giggle, this time, it was right behind me. I screamed, I was 17 and screamed like a girl.
I ran upstairs, told the guy I wasn’t feeling well, and went and hid in my room till everyone else got up that morning.” Maavrick
21. A Hand Pressed Against My Face While I Was Trying To Sleep
“My father’s old house was huge, had 5 bedrooms and was on quite a lot of land. It was a very secluded house, it couldn’t be seen from the road or nearby park, and was surrounded by bushland. Note that it was winter, so there were no windows open and we didn’t have heaters in the house.
It was probably around 10 pm at night, I was the last one awake and decided I wanted to call it a day.
I did the usual routine before bed and lay down to go to sleep. I was laying there for probably 10 minutes when I could feel some kind of pressure on the bottom of my bed. I thought that maybe I was entering the sleep stage so thought nothing of it. Then the pressure started going around my legs, not on them but all around and between my legs.
I freaked out, and did what any normal person does, I froze and hoped it would go away. After probably 5 more minutes of just pressure on my legs, it lifted.
I remember my heart beating so fast, and I sat up in bed to move and try to shake off the adrenaline when I felt a hand press against my face and a massive gust of air blow my hair back.
I freaked out and slept on my dad’s floor that night. We moved soon after because my stepmother started to have weird experiences too.
I’m not saying it was paranormal, it was just something that I couldn’t and still can not understand or explain.
I don’t think it was sleep paralysis. I get sleep paralysis from time to time and it’s probably scarier than this experience.”
Another User Comments:
“I’ve had sleep paralysis.
It’s no joke. It’s far and away the scariest goddamn thing I’ve ever experienced. I spent the night at a friend’s apartment. We all slept in the living room, one guy on a couch, another on the floor, and myself on a futon. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t move. I was worried my breathing was too shallow and that I’d suffocate in my pillow or something.
I just kept thinking ‘This is it. This is how I die.’ No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move anything. It went on for hours. I began to wonder if somehow I had just become quadriplegic or something. My mind raced. I went from complete panic to dread and everywhere in between. Then after what felt like FOREVER I saw a face. It seemed like mine, as if a mirror had been placed in front of me, but there was something wrong with the mirror.
It was slow. The face I saw was still sleeping. I lay there and looked at my sleeping face for a while, trying to understand why it was still asleep when it opened its eyes as wide as possible. Like it had just seen something terrible. Then it opened its mouth and began screaming. It was the loudest thing I’d ever heard. It felt like a hot spike driving into my brain it was so loud.
It screamed for what felt like an hour while I could feel a huge weight push me hard into the futon. When I woke up I asked my friend who was sleeping on the floor if I’d talked or anything in my sleep. They said I didn’t make a sound. It was the closest I’ve come to what I imagine being driven insane would be like.” DrEmilioLazardo
Another User Comments:
“I’ve felt stuff like that a couple of times also.
I remember when I was 10 years old I was lying in my bed trying to go to sleep when I felt a light pressure come across my body. I tried to move my arms, but they wouldn’t budge. I saw a dark figure, the shape of a person, enter my room. I watched it walk across the front of my bed and out of my vision. The whole time I was trying to scream for my mom, but couldn’t make any noise. Until about 30 seconds after the guy walked across my bed.
That’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to me.” mnch
20. I Thought The Figure Standing In My Doorway Was My Husband...It Wasn't
“I was sleeping peacefully one night when I awaken to my husband in the room. He’s randomly wearing a red hat and just standing close to the door. I lift my head and say, ‘what are you doing?’ then fall back asleep because I was so tired. He never answered me. I kind of awaken slightly again a minute or two later and he isn’t there anymore.
So now I’m struggling with just going back to sleep or getting up cause I’m curious to know if he needed to ask me something. So a couple of minutes later I muster the energy to get up. I find him in the garage and ask him why he was staring at me in my sleep. He has no idea what I’m talking about. I tell him about the hat, but he doesn’t own one. He also says he’s been in the garage for hours.
I was completely creeped out and have no idea how I went back to my room that night. In the morning I realize that I was probably sleeping and just imagined the whole thing, but a small part of me still fears ‘the man in the red hat.'”
19. I Heard Mysterious Voices Speaking Through My Headphones
“I had just booted up my new computer for the first time and plugged in my headphones. I was fiddling with some boot settings, no other programs running, clean system nothing installed yet. Suddenly, I heard in my headphones a voice ‘Hang on a sec. Ok, go.’ Then another voice started yelling ‘HEY HEY HEEEEEY!’ (slightly raspy). Startled, I pulled the headphones off. That was it.
Never heard it again.”
Another User Comments:
“Oh man, that reminds me of a similar story. I used to do some, shall we say, ‘private security work’ – meaning, surveillance. Some people like to call it private investigation, but let’s be honest – I got paid to spy on people.
One of the varieties of things we would use were computer programs like keyloggers, remote screen viewers, etc. We could even turn on the person’s microphone without them knowing, and listen to them while they thought they were alone on their computer.
Well one time, we got paid to watch this one fellow. I am pretty sure it was a standard girl-thinks-he’s-cheating situation (why she cared, I have no idea – the guy was a giant fatty). We installed some surveillance around his place, got into his computer, and installed various programs. We finally finish all of this, and guess what? The guy goes and buys a new computer.
Dammit.
So we have to scrap all the stuff we’ve installed on his old computer already, and find another opportunity to sneak in and install our new software on the new computer.
Fortunately, we see the guy come home with the computer and then go out again soon after – he couldn’t have even started it up in that time period. So I keep lookout, while my partner Joe breaks in and starts installing stuff on there.
Well the guy we’re watching comes back sooner than expected, and Joe has to finish up quick and hightail it out of there.
Turns out he messed up the install juuuust a bit. We’re watching our system and we see he’s turned on the computer, booted it up for the first time. We’re running through the diagnostic startups for the various programs, and we get to the one for listening in on his microphone – we start running the checks, Joe tells me to hang on a second and then go ahead.
I look down at my screen and realize we’ve got the damn thing set to do TWO WAY COMMUNICATION! Meaning, if this guy has the sound on, he can HEAR US TALKING!
I freak out, I’m shouting at Joe, he hits the kill switch, and we wait… did the guy hear us? Is our cover blown?
But it seems he didn’t notice or didn’t care. There was a slight pause, and then he started installing programs on his new computer like nothing had even happened.
We really lucked out with that one.” storyreversal
18. My Friend And I Were Late To Class Because We Fell Into A Parallel Universe
“Two strange events occurred to me. First, I still don’t know if there’s a reasonable explanation for it, my mom tried suggesting a few back when it happened. But nope, it still makes no sense at all.
Back in high school, my friend and I had a class that took place in a building situated outside the main school. The building had a fence surrounding it with a gate near the entrance of the classroom.
The teacher was always supposed to let the whole class in through that gate. There was another gateway on the other side of the building, but we weren’t supposed to enter through that.
Anyway, my friend and I had a class there after lunch one day. We started walking to it a little early and waited outside the gate. The bell went just as we arrived. By this time, at least half the class should have been there.
My friend looked at her watch: exactly the time the class should be starting. Just a side note: absolutely no-one was there. Not even other people in the distance, which was really weird even though classes had started by this time.
We hung around for fifteen minutes, then went to the secretary back at the main school (If I remember correctly, we had some important thing happening in the class that day, which we had to attend and complete in groups, and we were a bit panicky about missing it).
Our obvious thought was that the place where class was taking place had changed and we forgot about it or didn’t hear about it. However, the secretary got the teacher on the line and was annoyed. She let us know that the teacher had opened the gate twenty minutes ago and that we were idiots who had been at the wrong gate. No, we weren’t.
We went back and found the gate open.
The teacher laughed at us when we told her we had been at the correct gate at the right time. Apparently, the whole class had been where we had been at the time class had started. After class, I spoke to another friend. Coincidentally, she had been on the second story of the building as class was due to start. A window looks out below to the gate that leads to the class.
She had seen the entire class going through the right gate at the right time, and she went down and went to class. We ended up checking with a lot of people because it sounded crazy. They had all been at the same place we had been at the same time. My friend’s watch wasn’t wrong or broken (we checked). They had been at the same gate.
So, although this story doesn’t have anything to do with ghosts or something like that….still freaks me out the most.
The second story is much quicker to explain. I was sleeping one night and woke up abruptly. As I was lying there, I heard clearly someone exhaling in my ear. As if the person was lying next to me and sighed in my ear. I froze up in fear and finally looked around.
Nothing there. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.”
Another User Comments:
“My brother-in-law (atheist, skeptic) was at a red light during regular traffic. The light turned green and no car moved, in any direction. He opened his windows to listen for sirens and there was nothing. He honks his horn, nothing. Nearly 20 cars are frozen. The light turns yellow then red then green again and everything returns to normal.
Pretty wild.” jahlove24
Another User Comments:
“I manage a shoe store and once had a customer calling and asking me about one of our now-closed sister stores across town. I informed her that it had closed and moved a few miles away.
She swore up and down that wasn’t possible, because not only had she called that store and had some shoes held for her, she had actually been AT the store in recent days.
She asked if there were other footwear stores in that strip and I told her no. Told her that as a matter of fact, it had been 2-3 months since that store closed and that a few of my employees had helped with the change.
This was a middle-aged woman who clearly understood how weird it sounded to me, saying she felt like she was in the twilight zone. I don’t think she was pranking me and probably thought that’s what I was doing.
To this day I’ve wondered if she ever figured it out or if she really did fall into the twilight zone.” TheArtofPolitik
17. Handprint Appears On Window Out Of Nowhere
“It was my second year at university and I was living in this creepy townhouse. It overlooked a giant ravine filled with trees – had a very unsettling feeling when you looked out our huge living room windows. Also, our living room was on the second floor and our basement had a walkout to said ravine. So while living at this place I experienced lots of weird stuff but this one rises well above the rest.
So one night I was watching television in our living room. The T.V was set up so that it was in front of the living room windows. Keep in mind, we didn’t have any window curtains cause we were broke poor students. So the whole time you had this eerie ravine in the background at all times. I was cooking pasta and it fogged up our windows completely (it was -20C outside Canadian Winter).
As I’m coming back from the kitchen I sit down and continue watching television. Halfway through my pasta, my eyes look at the windows since something caught my eye. I literally drop my fork and my mouth is gaping wide open. There is a fresh handprint that has been streaked across the window from INSIDE of the house with moisture dripping down. I walk closer since I’m skeptical and my fears are realized. Someone or something just put its hand across the window. At the moment a sheer feeling of terror was all around me. NOPE! I ran the heck outta there in my shorts and T-shirt in the freezing cold to my friend’s house.”
16. My Friend Lived With A Ghost Who Enjoyed Messing With Us
“To begin, this is at one of my close friend’s house in middle Tennessee. Many family members of his have lived here since the ‘incident’ and all recall very weird things going on throughout the years. I’ll start with my experiences, which took place after some of the others in this post.
I was at a friend’s house one night hanging out. I passed out on the couch watching tv.
When I woke up, I realized that I needed to go home because I had to work early in the morning. I noticed that my friend who owned the house (JL as referred from here on) was in his room with the door shut and light on. I got up and told him that I was leaving because I had to work. Through the door, he said, ‘YUP, SEE YA.’ I then went to the fridge to grab my drink and walked back by the door and said ‘See ya later!’ ‘YUP!’ He replied.
But something didn’t seem legit. It didn’t really sound like him. So I opened the door… No one was in there. No one was in the house at all. I called his cell and he said he had left to go to McDonald’s about 10-15 minutes prior. I freaked the heck out and bolted out the front door. I sat on his front porch until he got home a few minutes later.
I told him what happened and he started telling me about the house. Apparently, quite a few years earlier there was a family that lived there and had a few kids. One of those kids, at a relatively young age, died in the upstairs of the house. He then began to tell me his stories and that of his family.
JL’s brother used to live there before JL did and apparently his now ex-wife was very into black magic.
She did the rituals in the living room from time to time. One of the stories I was told from him was that they once saw a tall skinny woman with long black hair, red eyes, and claws for hands. Apparently, she didn’t like the wife because she kept showing herself to her with a scarier appearance each time. They believe the reason they had 5 miscarriages was due to something she did upset this spirit.
On more than one of the miscarriages, the wife awoke with sharp pains in her stomach and bad scratch marks around her throat and across her stomach. I was told that spirit, in some way or fashion, made it known that she liked the husband and would go crazy if the wife and husband slept in the same bed. Things would fly across the room, doors open and shut randomly, and so on.
When they slept in separate rooms, everything was fine. Well finally, one day the husband and wife decided to have a priest come over and check things out. The priest entered the front door and it slammed shut behind him. I was told he noticed some of the ‘black magic’ items she used on the mantle (I know nothing about black magic btw. Sorry if I don’t know what things are called.) He immediately turned pale white and told them they are on their own and because of what she had been doing in the house there was nothing he could do to help them.
He left and never again returned any of their phone calls. The husband eventually developed a bad drug habit and the two split up and moved out of the house. That’s when JL moved in. The husband also told me that when he moved to his new house down the block that the same spirit ‘followed’ him to the new house and showed herself to him a number of times, but he stated that she wasn’t as ‘dark or demonic’ more like just a random spirit wanting to hang out.
He later moved out of the country. He straightened out his life and a few years ago he was actually in training to become a priest.
So, back to the original house that my friend JL moved into after his brother moved out. He always knew of the stories but didn’t believe in that sort of stuff and didn’t think much about it (??) it didn’t take long before he changed his mind.
JL said that after a few weeks of moving in weird stuff started going on. Banging on the walls, when just he was there, voices saying his name and things randomly moving from place to place around the house. His partner moved in and immediately she started to notice stuff. One particular story that stands out was that one time she was taking a bath and she had the radio sitting on the sink.
All of a sudden the radio turned off. She turned it back up. It went back off. She turned it back up again and it stayed on for a minute. She closed her eyes and laid there. She then said she heard someone whisper ‘TURN IT DOWN’ in a quiet stern voice. She opened her eyes and there stood a young man with dark wavy hair and glasses.
She sat up in the tub quickly and he was gone. Just like that. No one else was home. She freaked the heck out and grabbed some clothes and bolted to a friend’s house. Later that day when she told JL what happened he called his brother and described what happened. His brother told him to go across the street and talk to the old man that lived there and tell him everything that had happened.
JL did and as he was describing the young man that his gf had seen the old man abruptly walked away and grabbed an old picture from the living room and showed it to them. The gf broke into tears and said that that was the guy she saw! The old man told them that the picture was his brother who had died in the upstairs of that house many years ago! (This was before I had my first experience that I told earlier in the story)
Another story of mine, JL, myself, and another friend were hanging out in the living room.
We decided we were going to stay the night because we lived a little ways away. JL went to his room and shut the door to go to bed. I was on one couch and my friend on the other. As we lay there all of a sudden it sounded like someone had dropped a bowling ball from the top step of the upstairs (after JL learned of the death he always kept the door leading upstairs shut with things in front of it, no one ever went up there and a lot of his brothers stuff was left there after the divorce).
We heard whatever it was bang loudly down the steps until the upstairs door flew open and crashed into the wall behind it moving all the stuff that was in front of the door out of the way. We were shocked and just looking at each other with blank faces. JL came out of his room and said ‘WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU GUYS DOING I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!’ He saw our faces and instantly knew it wasn’t us that made the noises.
We both pointed at the upstairs door. He nervously went and shut the door and yelled ‘I WISH YOU WOULD LEAVE ME THE HECK ALONE!’ It was eerie but calm the rest of the night. I was scared. I won’t lie. I didn’t sleep and neither did the other friend.
Another time we were there watching tv and partying one night. There were quite a few of us friends there.
JL had pictures and vases on the mantle for decoration. As we all sat there drinking and whatnot, out of nowhere, one of the glass vases flew off the mantle and shattered on the wall behind me nearly hitting me. I wigged out. Bad. Shortly after we all left and went to a bar instead where at least we could see the people throwing stuff at us.
I haven’t been back to the house since. This was probably 4+ years ago.
I haven’t talked to JL for about a year or more. I moved a few hours away until about 2 or 3 days ago and we got in contact with each other. We started talking about some of the crazy stuff that happened there and he told me a few new stories. Yes! He still lives there with his new gf and his son! He went through some rough times and moved his son and himself in with his mom for a while and went back to the house a couple of years ago.
The house is owned by his family btw and I believe a great aunt is the deed holder.
This was a really old house and JL had learned that it had lead paint covering the walls and he wanted to make it ok for his son to live in so he decided to remodel, including the upstairs. They got all the furniture and stuff out and started scraping the paint (using respirators of course) and decided to knock a few walls out to make more room.
Upon doing so as they were knocking out a wall in the back JL noticed a man standing there… Just staring at him and shaking his head. He took his respirator off and he was gone. While remodeling the upstairs and moving all of his brother’s stuff out he noticed it sounded like people were walking on the roof, which to him was great since he told his now gf to call a roof guy to give an estimate on new shingles.
Except when he went outside to see them…. No one was there. Many people at the house that day witnessed this. He says from time to time he still hears his name being called from the other room. One day his son (6yo) was watching tv and they heard a woman call JL’s name. He looked at his son and said ‘Did you hear that?’ His son said ‘Yes daddy’.
JL said ‘Who did that sound like?’ The son replied ‘AM’ (current gf). He got up and looked but no one was there and he knew AM was at work. He said that happens a lot. He also remembered seeing the man that was shaking his head at him, during the wall removal, standing on the railroad tracks near the house as he walked outside one day. Again he just stared, shaking his head, and vanished.”
15. Deer Come To Say Goodbye To Sick Grandmother
“My grandmother had a giant window in her family room that looked out on the backyard. It was a good-sized yard that backed up to fields and a wooded area. The deer would make daily trips to her yard to hit the provided salt-lick and steal pears off the trees. My grandmother would sit in her chair and watch the deer, and it would be uncommon to visit her and not see several deer walking through the yard.
So grandmother got very old like grandmothers do, and developed a cancer that couldn’t be treated. She went from her chair to lying on the couch, still able to enjoy the deer outside.
Eventually, the decision was made to move her to hospice. My father, uncle, and sister were there that day (I live several states away, though I had traveled to say my goodbye not long before).
It was obviously a very emotional process to take someone from their home (home of 60 years) for the last time.
As they were doing a final trip through the house (why can’t I stop crying) they went through the family room and saw 15-20 deer in the backyard. The deer were all sitting, and all looking at the house. Normally they just wander around for a few minutes and move on. But they were all sitting there and stayed that way while my family stared back. My father, uncle, and sister all swear by the story.
Maybe it was a weird weather day, or the deer had a meet-up scheduled that day anyway, but I like to think that they came to say goodbye to a longtime friend.”
14. Strange Orange Ball Of Light Flies Into The Air
“I’m walking home from a friend’s place who lives on a country road a few kilometers out of my home town in March 2001. Another friend is with me. As we walk we both notice an orange light in a field a few hundred meters to our left. We both glanced at it but both ignored it, putting it off as a tractor or farm vehicle of some sort.
We keep walking when we both get a strong whiff of ozone.
Both of us turned and looked at the field, just in time to see what we can now recognize to be an orange ball of light a few meters round rise and then rocket into the air, soundlessly.
We both stood still for a few seconds, then bolted like hell down the road, sprinting until we both nearly collapsed.
We ran most of the way back to his place and told his parents what we’d seen. They pretty much laughed at us, and his dad suggested if we had seen anything at all, which he doubted, then it was probably just ‘ball lightning’.
No-one else really believed us either, and there weren’t any sightings reported in our local paper. But yeah, that’s the weirdest thing that ever happened to me.”
13. I Thought I Was Clever In Trapping A Spider But More Kept Coming
“Once, I was in bed playing pokemon. A huge spider crawls out from under my bed (huge by English standards, so only 2 inches in diameter) and just sits in the middle of my room. I tried to catch it under a cup, failed miserably and it runs, realizing something is up. After hiding in various places (such as a pile of clothes, that was fun to search through) it eventually went under my wardrobe.
My wardrobe had 3 sides that it stood on and the front bit on the bottom had come off, This basically meant that it could only come in and out of that one section. Being clever, I plugged the hole with a towel and went back to playing pokemon.
Now here’s the weird part, about 20 minutes later, a couple of small spiders (so small I only just saw them in the dim light of a DS) crawled out from my bed, and with no hesitation, went directly towards the wardrobe and went underneath the towel to the same place the big spider was trapped.
I slept in the lounge that night. I was not up for dealing with some Aragog (a giant spider in Harry Potter) stuff the night before an exam.”
12. It's Called Demon Road For A Reason
“Outside of Huntsville, TX, there’s a road they call ‘Demon Road’ that runs parallel to another road. In between are an old cemetery and a dirt road connecting the two roads. Rumor has it that on Demon Road a few years ago, there was a car accident and a police shootout that left two people dead. The car was never taken from the spot it crashed and the angry spirits never left.
About four years ago, I went down there with some friends to investigate. We parked on the dirt road and a truck pulled in from the other side, KC Daylighters on, blinding me. A woman got out, I thought I was going to die, technically we were trespassing. She walked to my window and said, ‘you be careful.’ She got back in her truck and drove off.
I got out, rubbed some dirt on my car in an attempt to reveal fingerprints, and headed down Demon Road. About 1/4 mile down the road, I felt a cold punch on my chest and froze in my tracks. I tried to walk forward and again felt a press on my chest. I turned back to my car with a friend while everyone else continued to the car; I decided something was telling me it was a bad idea to continue.
About 30 minutes later, the group came back and we started comparing pictures, audio, and EMF readings. We caught some quality pictures and EMF readings, but no audio.
One of the girls asked the guy next to her, ‘why did you pull my hair?’ He said he didn’t and about 10 seconds later, she screamed, ‘something jerked my ponytail’ and we scrambled back to our cars and sped back to the city.
When we got back to civilization, I got out and saw handprints and finger drawings all over my car. The most compelling were the two smeared handprints on my trunk, like someone was hanging on, lost grip, and slid down the trunk. The Roman Numeral XII was also fingered into the dust.
I don’t try to make sense of what happened that night, but that will always be burned into my mind as the absolute scariest encounter of my life.”
11. I Thought Of Something In My Head And They Started Repeating It
“As I was going over Latin phrases in my head, a friend nearby–a friend with no knowledge of Latin–began to babble in Latin.”
Another User Comments:
“Weird. I’ve had similar things (though not to such an extent) with close family members and friends, when I’m humming or singing a song in my head, then they randomly hum or sing the song I was thinking of. Always weirds me out.” [deleted]
Another User Comments:
“Me, too.
With my older brother and my best friend. It’s creepy but in a cool way.
Once, I was sitting in the living room while my brother was in the kitchen. Out of blue, I started singing this old song that we used to sing when we were little – I hadn’t even thought of that song in years. My brother comes into the living room and says, ‘Was I singing out loud?’ I said, ‘No, why?’ He replied, ‘I was just singing that song in my head, and you joined in right where the song was in my head.’
This happened again with him when he went away to college.
He came home one weekend, and we were riding around, goofing off. He’s really smart and took sciences and maths that I couldn’t even pronounce. I was teasing him about being such a dork, and asked, ‘What are you studying this week, [insert random impressive-sounding jumble of what I thought was mathematical nonsense]?’ He just looked at me with this shocked expression on his face, and said, ‘That is exactly what we’re studying.
We just started on it this week. How did you know that?’
One of the best ones that happened with my best friend – we were sitting on my front porch, just shooting the stuff. We both settled into a comfortable silence when another of our friends walked up and asked us what we were thinking about. We both replied, at the same time, ‘Cheesecake.’ We had not been talking about anything related to sweets, cheese, or food in general. We were both a little freaked out.” isocline
10. I Hear A Piano Playing In The Middle Of Nowhere
“I’m super skeptical but my friend does all kinds of ghost hunt things. I go along with him sometimes because it’s very different and always a silly experience.
Except once, when we were ‘going over the evidence.’
I do a lot of his sound work, and I was with him this particular time. So we’re going through the audio and he hears something that sounds like a piano playing.
I stick it into GoldWave and clean it up immensely. It fades in slowly, and fades out slowly; it’s clear as day.
There was no piano in the house, no power in the house, no access to the radio (this was in the middle of NOWHERE), and the closest neighbor was approx 1 mile away. We also didn’t hear it during the time it was playing, so only the equipment picked it up.
Goddamn, it gave me chills with zero explanation. There were several other unexplainable pictures/noises that we picked up but NOTHING to that magnitude.”
9. Deceased Grandma Tells Grandson To Quit Playing With Creepy Imaginary Friend
“My mother-in-law was a very funny and cool woman. She and my wife were really close and sadly, she passed away when our son was about 4 months old. Flash forward a few years. We live in an old 1930s era craftsman house in Pasadena, CA. Our son is about 3.
I was giving him a bath one night and he starts looking over my shoulder, not at random stuff, but at something.
A moment passes and he asks me why Grandma calls Mommy a funny name. Long pause. I asked him what he meant thinking he was talking about MY mom. He then says why does Grandma call Mommy ****** (My mother in laws nickname for my wife). I was really set back by this. My wife and I never used the nickname, it was just what her mom called her since she was a baby.
I asked him where he heard that. His reply:
‘The Farmer told me.’
I asked him who the farmer was and he replied ‘his friend’. I tell my wife this story later and she’s of course reduced to tears over the whole nickname thing. We both know there is no way for him to know this and we just kinda marvel at it.
Flash forward to the next weekend and my son is playing in his room.
My wife is at work (retail) and I’m home (I worked M-F).
I hear him start talking like he’s having a conversation. He’s saying things like ‘yes’ ‘no’ ‘I don’t know that’ then some laughing. I go into his room and ask him what he’s doing and he says he’s playing. I ask with who. He says The Farmer.
At this point, I’m already thinking about the Exorcist movie and Captain Howdy.
It’s a little unsettling. I ask him where the Farmer is. He says he left when I came in.
THE HECK. So my wife gets home and I tell her this and now she’s just as weirded out as I am. We have no idea what to do and figure if it happens again we’ll do something.
A few days later in the middle of the night, we both overhear our son saying the following: ‘Grandma says you and I can’t be friends anymore.’
My wife and I go check on him, both of us a little freaked. He’s just sitting up in bed. I ask if he’s ok and he says yea, Grandma says I can’t play with the Farmer anymore.
He never once mentioned the Farmer again. Not ever. He’s 13 now and doesn’t remember any of it. We do though.”
8. My Sister And I Had The Same Dream When Our Sons Were Six Months Old
“When my son was about six months old I had a dream that I was at my grandparent’s house with him. My grandfather was holding my son and crying while I talked to my grandmother… I told her that I wished she and my grandfather were still alive to see my son and she said ‘Don’t worry, we see him.’
I didn’t think anything else of it until about five years later I was talking to my sister and I mentioned that I’d had a dream about our grandparents.
She said, ‘Was Papa Joe (what we called our grandfather) holding your son while he rocked in his chair, and did Grandma tell you they were watching you?’ I said yes and asked how she knew and she said ‘I had the same dream when my son was six months old.’
And more recently… my son (he was 20 at the time) was driving home from work late one night.
As he drove he said he very clearly heard my mother (who had been dead for two years) say ‘Johnathan, stop the car.’ Out of reflex he did, and as soon as he stopped three deer ran out in front of him. Had he not stopped the car he’d have hit them.”
Another User Comments:
“My mother died in December of 2009. One day I was cooking on the gas stove and was alone in the house.
I remembered a load of clothes in the basement that needed folding. I figured the meat cooking would be ok if I just ran down long enough to throw the clothes in a basket and ran back up so I left it cooking. When I was downstairs, clear as day I heard my mom say ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got it.’ I don’t know what exactly I was thinking but I recall being calm and so I stayed downstairs and folded the load of clothes. When I finished and came upstairs the burner was still in the ON position but there were no flames or gas coming from it. I cut it off, and then back on & it worked fine. It was as if she had cut it off for me.” Penola
7. Random Sounds Went Off Without Warning During Christmas Break
“There was a series of occurrences at my parent’s house a couple of years ago when I was home from college for Christmas break and then it stopped. These things are not overly creepy, but in the span of 2 weeks, it really scared me.
First, I was drying my hair upstairs in the bathroom. When I finished drying my hair as I had done hundreds of times before, I obviously shut off the dryer.
There’s no way I could have accidentally left it on because that sound is not so subtle. The only other person in the house at this time was my mom, who was downstairs waiting for me to finish getting ready. Anyway, I went downstairs and we heard a weird sound coming from upstairs–the hairdryer just resting on the counter had been turned on somehow. This happened again later in the same week.
I was given an iHome for Christmas. Two nights after Christmas, I still hadn’t opened it up from its packaging, all of a sudden at like 3 am, there’s BLASTING static blaring throughout the house. We didn’t know where it was coming from. Then I realized it was the iHome which hadn’t gone off the previous night and it wasn’t even plugged in or anything.
The final incident was my jewelry box. It is one of those kinds that wind up and play music. I hadn’t opened it in some time which was evident from the dust outline from a candle I had on top of it. Anyway, I’m sleeping and in the middle of the night, the box starts blaring music. I was super scared after this in particular.”
6. We Saw A Figure In An Old Military Bunker
“I live in the north of Switzerland. We have a lot of old military bunkers from the Second World War. When I was 7 or 8 years old, three friends of mine and I went out to explore one of these bunkers that were built on a hill inside a small forest. The main door was jammed, so we had to break it up. We found a big log nearby and used it as a battering ram.
After many tries, the door wouldn’t budge. But there was a peephole. It was about 10 cm (4 inches) in diameter. We opened it and illuminated the dark inside. There was a long, ruined, and dark hallway with rooms on the left and right sides. We couldn’t see the end of the hallway. It was just too long. Every one of us wanted to catch a glimpse of the inside when one of my friends says: ‘There is a small light at the end of the hallway.’ This light was not there when I watched through the peephole.
So I pushed him away and took a second look. What I saw gave me a shiver. There was not a small light, it looked more like a flashlight pointed directly towards me and behind it was a silhouette of a person. I walked a few steps back and said: ‘There is someone in there!’ At the same moment, someone (or something) knocked on the door from the inside of the bunker.
This was the moment we got into a panic, started screaming, and ran away. I was so scared I ran straight home and locked the door. On the next day in school, my friends and I talked about the event. We came to the explanation that probably some older Kids had played a prank on us. One week later we went to the same bunker again. But as we saw, the welded connection, which should keep the door locked, was rusty and not broken. We just left without saying a word to each other. It was impossible someone opened this door before us, and this was the only entrance. I still live in the same region. But since then I have never visited the bunker again.”
5. Footprints and Footsteps That Don't Belong To Anyone Haunt My House
“I’d like to begin saying that there have been many happenings in this house, but I’ll share the most frightening. Backstory: the area where my house is was once open prairie and we have found Native American artifacts laying around the area. When my parents divorced when I was a young teenager my mother and I moved into this house. Now, at first, it seemed great! There was plenty of space and it had a very cozy feel to it.
However, as time went on strange things became to happen. The more I noticed them the more frequent they would become. I’d hear someone walking downstairs as I was brushing my teeth and would assume it was my mom, but whenever I’d check no one would be there. Footsteps began to be a very common sound in my house, especially at night. So, after some time I came to the realization that my house is haunted!
Now here is where things got really weird.
One day my good friend and I had just gotten done from being out in the sun and decided to retreat to my mom’s house. Considering she had been away on a business trip we figured this would be awesome. My friend and I could go drink or do whatever mischievous activities we wanted to. We were wrong.
We walked inside and headed straight for the basement where it was cooler than the rest of the house.
While walking down the stairs I noticed that The Beatles Yellow Submarine poster hanging at the bottom of the stairwell was tilted slightly to the left. No bother I figured, it must have gotten bumped by me or something. I fixed it and we walked into the main room. Mind you, we had pictures and posters hanging everywhere in the basement. What my friend and I saw instantly creeped us out.
All 10-15 pictures on the walls were each tilted slightly to the left. Just as The Beatles one had been. But the weirdness of the situation didn’t stop there. The storage room (essentially a dirt-floored room that is lifted about 4 feet off the ground) had its door cracked open. So I walk over and see a golden glow emanating out. There is a pull chord light located about 10 feet from the door that is turned on.
So I hop up and into the storage room, crawl on my hands and knees to the light, and turn it off. Hoping that all of this had a natural explanation I call my mom up and ask her about it. She says she has no idea what I’m talking about and hasn’t been in the basement for weeks before she left on her trip. Shivers shoot down my spine.
I look back into the storage room, and in the dirt, there’s a footprint. The most distorted and mangled footprint imaginable. I’m frozen in fear. My friend is too. Without words, we look at one another each feeling a sickening, gut-wrenching feeling. I slammed the storage space door shut, locked it, and we bolted out of my house as fast as we could. I’ll never forget how sickening and mangled that footprint looked and thinking that I had crawled in there to turn off the light still gives me shivers to this day.”
4. Something Extraordinary Pulled Me Out Of Danger
“When I was a kid, my parents took me to a Christian ‘family camp’ every August. It was sort of a middle-class resort in the mountains, with bible classes and hymn singing for the adults, and more standard activities for the kids – crafts, swimming pool, sports, that kind of thing.
My favorite thing to do there was always to lie in the grass of the sports field at night and watch the Leonids.
When I was 11 or 12, I was heading out to the field at maybe 11 pm – it was pitch black, just a faint glow of a distant streetlight to see by. I didn’t have a flashlight, but I’d been there many times, so I didn’t feel the need to have one. Instead of going around to the main entrance to the field, I decide to take a little shortcut by stepping between some bushes.
Suddenly whoosh! – the ground disappears from beneath my feet. I have the sensation of free-falling. My legs instinctively make a very rapid scissor motion, and my whole body sails about 6 feet away. I feel a light splash of water across my face as I effortlessly land on solid ground. I look back and can just barely see in the darkness, a rectangular pool of water.
I poke a tree branch in and find that the water is about 10 feet (3m+) deep and covered in green moss. I have only a few drops of water on me anywhere. I can’t explain how my instinctive muscle twitch propelled my whole body such a distance without a solid surface to push off of. I briefly considered the possibility that an angel had pulled me out, or that I had some kind of extraordinary ability that I hadn’t been aware of previously, but I didn’t really buy into those bible stories 100%. I became an atheist when I got older, but I still can’t explain that experience.”
3. I Thought I Had Leaned On Someone's Legs...But No One Was There
“So I have a lot of stories, like the man in black everyone used to see at the coffee shop where I used to work, or when I got plates dropped on my head in my kitchen or the woman who was only feet… But I’ll just tell two more recent stories.
The first one was when I was walking to work, I was talking on the phone to my friend using those iPhone headphones with the microphone.
We’re talking, and then all of a sudden, there is a clattering sound, like she had dropped her phone. I actually thought she had. So I’m expecting her to apologize for dropping the phone, but instead, there’s this really deep guttural laugh. Then there are howls and squeals and what sounds like a car crash, tires squealing, then a man yelling ‘Burn, burn, burn!’
I freaked out and hung up.
I called her back, and she was angry for me not responding to her – apparently, for about a minute, she had been hearing me, but I was hearing this awful sound.
My other creepy experience was a few years ago, and I lived in this basement apartment. My roommates were in the living room, and I was sitting on the floor of my roommate’s room, working on something.
I heard movement in the doorway behind me, and thinking it was my roommate, I just said hi, and kept working. She stepped up beside me (I thought) and ran her fingers through my hair. I asked her something, and when she didn’t answer, I leaned off her leg, which I had been leaning on, and turned to look at her.
Only she wasn’t there.
Weirded out, I went into the living room to ask my roommates if either of them had been in the other room, and they gave me a weird look and said they’d been there watching tv and eating the whole time.
Never got an explanation for who had been there.”
Another User Comments:
“I want to know about the woman that was only feet. Like, how did you know it was a woman if it was only feet?” sadmep
Reply:
“Well, I was working on a paper for one of my classes, it was about midnight, but my roommates had gone to bed already – this was the same apartment as last time.
Anyway, I’m writing, and I hear something in the hallway. My desk was directly in front of the door, and my room was at the exact end of the hall, so when I turned around, I could see straight down the hall towards the living room.
I turned around, and saw nothing – but then I looked down. There was a pair of FEET walking towards me, bare.
I could tell it was a woman because the ankles and calves were half there, and there was fabric moving around the calves, like the bottom hem of a flowy skirt.
I freaked out when I saw it. Did exactly what I yell at characters for doing in horror movies… I bolted for my bed and hid under the blankets until I stopped shaking. Lame, I know.” theabyssstaresback
Another User Comments:
“Please tell us more, I don’t want to sleep tonight.” darkpouet
Reply:
“Well, since you don’t want to sleep…
I’ll tell you two other stories from when I lived in the same apartment as the phantom touching and the woman-that-was-only-feet.
One day, I was doing dishes in the kitchen, which I normally avoided on the chore list because I hated them, but not the point. I was working, it was daylight, about four in the afternoon when suddenly a plate dropped on my head. It fell to the floor and oddly didn’t break even though it was glass and I’m almost six feet tall.
I’m standing there, staring at this plate in confusion, and suddenly another plate drops on my head. It hurt, too, being conked by these plates.
I tried to find a rational explanation like maybe I had put them in the cupboard wrong, and they’d slipped, only there was a window above that sink, not a cupboard, and that still doesn’t explain how they dropped on my head, then to the floor without breaking.
The other thing I’m going to mention is the dolls. Now, I and both the other roommates collected dolls, that ranged in size from 11cm to about 65cm (a couple of inches to a couple of feet) and were very humanoid. Many people had told us they were creepy, but I loved collecting them – and still do.
Anyway, my friend and I had a ‘pair’, I owned one, she owned the other and we used to joke that they were best friends, because they looked very similar.
Often, I would wake in the morning, and mine would be missing off of my bookshelf – and I’d find him in her room, sitting on her bookshelf beside the other doll. I really thought for a long time that our third roommate was playing a prank on us. Only then it happened again on a weekend she was out of town.
Thinking it HAD to be the other roommate that owned the other doll, then, I didn’t mention it, figured she must be doing it because it was funny.
Then I was alone in the apartment for four days over Christmas one year. I went to bed, and when I woke up, my doll was missing off the bookshelf. Wasn’t in my friend’s room, either. I found the pair sitting on the top of the tv stand in the living room, about seven feet up. They had not been there when I went to bed, and I was the only one in the apartment. I did sleepwalk a lot when I was a kid, so maybe I sleepwalked, but it seems very… Odd.
A lot of really weird things happened in that apartment. I wasn’t upset to leave it behind.” theabyssstaresback
2. My Dad's Spirit Reached Out To Me Through Music
“My dad died (very unexpectedly) in 2007 at about 1:30 am. We left the hospital, went home, slept, and got up the next morning to make funeral arrangements. I was 20, we were all shellshocked and just trying to get through it. Coworkers brought his things from his office, including a digital picture frame, but they’d forgotten the cord. My mom really wanted it at the service so I went to Best Buy to find an adapter or something.
I went to the checkout lanes with the cord and I’m sure I looked like a ghost, just totally running on fumes and not all there. I remember the cashiers were two women, one in her 20s who was training one in her teens. She kept prompting her to ask stuff – did I need a warranty, etc., etc. – and the trainee asked me if I wanted to use my rewards card.
I said sure. Scanned the card, I’m still looking off in space when she asked, ‘Are you (my dad’s name)?’ because it was the one on the account. Being a girl, I clearly didn’t have a dude’s name, so the trainee and the cashier laughed a little. I IMMEDIATELY burst into tears at the sound of my dad’s name.
I mean, I just started to lose it.
I felt so bad for this poor trainee, but I couldn’t get a grip. Now for the unexplainable.
Best Buy has the overhead music system, and it was playing some song. The very second after I started crying, the song stopped. Just stopped dead, no overhead music, just silence. Then it started playing a song by my favorite band. Not from the beginning, like in the middle at the chorus.
The week before he died, I had just introduced my dad to this band. He had loved them and wanted more, but he got sick and we never had a chance.
It was the only thing that made me stop crying and get out of there. I felt like he reached out and comforted me. I know there are probably a lot of real explanations for what happened, but just the way it FELT at the time was so unexplainable to me.
That was 5 years ago and I’ve not felt any otherworldly connection to my dad since.”
1. My Near-Death Visions Ended Up Saving My Life
“I was in an ambulance carrying me from the hospital in a small provincial town towards the big hospital in the capital. I had bad pneumonia which was not responding well to (weak, old, and not very effective) oral antibiotics doctors were giving me. In the ambulance I was choking, unable to breathe from (what was later found to be) 750 grams of fluids accumulated in my lungs.
The ambulance was jolting, I was short of breath, and the next thing I remember was I felt a SEVERE blow that kicked me out of my body. I later read stories by other people in similar near-dead situations who reported seeing a tunnel and a light, but this was not what I experienced. It was just a blow, a kick that threw me out of my body.
I was looking at my body from the side and also seeing a medical sister who was trying to put a breathing mask on my face.
At first, I thought that something happened with my vision and I panicked. I was seeing everything in 2D, like on a movie screen, and also nearly black and white. It was not completely black and white, it was like the colors were very darkened, as if everything was a shade of gray with very little color in it.
I know that this seems strange, I mean, I looked at my body from the side and yet I panicked for my eyes and vision, but that was what I thought then. I was 14 years old at the time, and in a state of panic, and I guess my logic was weak and weird at this moment. I severely panicked for my eyes and vision and that was a moment when I thought of my mother, and in an instant, I was looking at her.
She was traveling together with my father and my uncle in a car following the ambulance on a road to the capital. It was my uncle’s car. I started talking to my mother, telling her that my eyes are not ok, that something happened to my eyes and I cannot see well. She did not hear me. They continued to talk, cursing and lambasting the incompetent doctors at the provincial hospital, discussing how those doctors tried to coax them to sign some papers after the ambulance left, how they refused to sign, and how they arranged for me to be admitted to the department led by an experienced and very competent doctor with a strange name (assoc.
prof. Koiundurliev). This was a unique name that I remembered.
At that point the gravity of the situation hit me. I finally realized that something weird happened, that I shall not be in this car, and I panicked even more. I began to think of my friends at school and of the girl I liked, and as soon as a thought of someone was really ‘sharp enough’ in my mind (I don’t know how to explain this in writing), I instantly saw them as if I was standing next to that person in this very moment.
Then the panic hit me even harder, I started jumping from place to place, from memory to memory, at an ever-increasing pace, and everything became a kaleidoscope of people and places.
This jumping from place to place abruptly stopped when an old lady came. She was very old, with white hair, white like completely snow white, not white like the grey shadows of other colors I was seeing.
She took me by the hand, insisted that I looked at her, and repeated several times that I should calm down my mind so that this random jumping from place to place stops. I realized that she was somehow helping me to remain calm, to look only at her, and to set at rest and be quiet.
Then she proceeded to explain that now I am going to fall asleep, and when I wake up I will be at the hospital.
She told me that doctors will start giving me injections, that some of them will be painful, but I shall be brave like a man and endure the pain, and that my condition is going to improve. But after two months doctors will propose a surgery. She insisted, several times, that immediately when I wake up I MUST tell my mother to refuse to sign papers for the surgery, to refuse to let them do the surgery.
She told me that if they do the surgery I am going to die, and insisted again, several times, that I should explain this to my mother as soon as I wake up. She also told me that if I am a good boy and do as she told me to do, my uncle is going to bring me a lot of delicious chocolates to the hospital.
So, long story short: I woke up at the ER, told everything to my mother, she was shocked by my detailed description of what they talked about in the car, I distinctly remember her eyes grew WIDE OPEN when I told her the strange name of the doctor, and she listened to my frenetical demands from her to refuse to sign the papers for the surgery.
She was not understanding what I was talking about, as at this moment no one was talking about any surgery. My mother told me that everything is going to be ok, that there is not going to be any surgery and generally tried to calm me down.
I slept a lot in the hospital, was very weak. Doctors drew up the fluids from my lungs using long and thick needles inserted through my back.
It was indeed very painful. Christmas came and passed. They gave me strong antibiotic injections and I recovered. 45 days later they saw on X-Rays one particular spot on my left lung which was refusing to heal. Two months later it was still there – still the same size. On the next X-Ray – again. They proposed a surgery to remove this spot.
My mother resisted them initially, but eventually, as time passed, there were many doctors insisting that surgery must be done, and my mother finally gave in to their pressure and signed the papers.
But this delayed the surgery for many weeks, and when they did a final X-Ray before the surgery to see how big the spot is – it was gone, and the planned surgery was canceled. They all (my mother and the doctors) lied to me, my mother was telling me that there is not going to be a surgery, but they were actually secretly preparing to do it.
I only later found out what really happened.
My mother also told me how she watched, not believing her own eyes, how my extremely stingy uncle was bringing me chocolate after chocolate in the hospital. This happened in a then socialist country (Bulgaria), my uncle was working as a driver of a big truck for international transportation and that was where he bought the chocolates. In our country, the local market for those chocolates was EXTREMELY expensive and nowhere to be found.
And my uncle was (and is, to some extent, to this day) a very stingy jerk. My mother told me that, above all, this particular piece of my story convinced her to refuse signing surgery papers for so long, despite the intense pressure from the doctors.
I have a lot of other weird memories from these events, but I decided to not share them, as I am not sure how reliable my memories are.
I am only talking about memories I was able to successfully verify with my relatives. Years later I made my mother and father and uncle tell what they remembered, I recorded their words on tape, and I drew the line around what I consider to be the reliable part of the story and what may be the distortions of my memory from the time passed.
Note that I am not religious, my relatives are also atheists. Neither I nor any of my relatives became religious after this incident.”
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