People Share The Creepy Moments That Still Send Shivers Down Their Spine
40. Grandpa's Stuffed Animal Starts To Haunt Family
“My grandpa, who was a tough-as-nails WWII Marine vet, had a little stuffed bunny. He kept it out in the open and when he would walk past it and thought no one was looking, he would pet it. Big old tough guy petting a little stuffed bunny in adorable secrecy.
It was an ongoing family joke.
Anyways, he died and we all went to the house to deal with the police and everything. We stayed in the house that night and it had an overall creepy vibe because of what had happened. We were all naturally upset and struggling and doing dumb things to try to make ourselves laugh to try to deal with it.
And we realize the bunny has been moving. Like it would be on the dining table and then we would see it in the den an hour later. I thought someone was doing it as a joke. But everyone swore they wouldn’t do that and we never caught anyone doing it. I kept an eye on that bunny the entire week. Never saw anyone touch it but it would still be moved! I think granddad was playing jokes on us.
His cell phone also called his landline. That was weird.”
39. Scary Figures Traumatized Me As A Kid
“So much paranormal sh*t happened to me when I was a kid. One that has always stuck was when I was about 3 or 4 years old. Back then I used to randomly wake up in the middle of the night really often for no known reason.
I was still sleeping in my parents’ bed at the time so I would just lay in bed and look around. I swear, every f*cking time I’d look at the doorway to the living room, I would see two really tall figures standing there. They looked like the old farm couple in that one painting.
Except they had hollow eyes and they were thinner. They never really did anything but stare back at me at first.
One night was especially weird. I woke up as usual and saw them standing there in front of the doorway again. Only this time something felt a bit more off than usual.
The ceiling fan was on high and the blades were going so fast, that the entire fixture was moving back and forth. I look back at the figures and they have some really dark, creepy grins on their faces. I got scared and buried myself in the blankets, hoping they’d go away.
Then all I heard was the ceiling fan spinning even faster, somehow… the beads at the end of the switches were tapping against the glass light cover furiously I peeked up out of my covers and the two figures were right next to the bed standing right over me with their ugly smiles.
I screamed bloody murder and the glass cover on the light came off and shattered on the ground. My dad jumped out of bed immediately and turned on the light to see what happened, but the two figures were gone already. I was crying hysterically and took my mom a long time to calm me down. So much other stuff went on while I lived there. That was the worst house I ever lived in…”
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38. I Didn't Think The Place Was Haunted Until I Moved In
“I lived in a haunted house with three roommates.
They lived there for a couple of weeks before I did and swore up and down that a young woman was haunting the house. One of them said they had some incense manually extinguished when they weren’t home.
Another one said they were feeling around in the dark looking for a light switch and felt the hair on the top of someone’s head. Someone that wasn’t there when the light came on.
I, being a good and proper atheist and knowing my roommates did drugs, thought it was all nonsense and that they were paranoid.
A month or so after I moved in, I was lying in bed when I heard a girl crying in the hallway. Two of my roommates were girls so I got up to do the requisite investigating and consoling. I opened my door to see who it was, only to discover that I was the only person home at that time.
I’m still not a major believer in the supernatural but I won’t rule anything out now.”
37. He Can't Seem To Escape Paranormal Activity
“My stepfather’s best friend (call him Jim) has supposedly been experiencing paranormal activity since he was a teenager. He’s a court reporter, stepdad was a speechwriter, very skeptical and stoic guys.
There were countless stories. They got on an elevator full of people in downtown Atlanta, stopped at a floor that was all kinds of wrong — 1940s decor, abandoned, dusty — then the elevator went back down and opened on the opposite side of the building.
Jim’s dog died. A week later the stereo turned on by itself and started playing a song Jim loved to play for his pet. No cd inside. It had snowed the night before and there were paw prints in the backyard leading to the house, but none near the gate.
He frequently finds giant piles of coins under his pillow. He lived in London for a time, thinking he’d escaped the spirit (which had begun to scratch him hard on his arms and legs). After 6 months he found a little pile of pennies in his bed, even though he hadn’t been carrying American coinage.
I personally witnessed one strange event while Jim was around. Was walking down the stairs and felt something whip past my head and heard it hit the wall. Looked down and saw a quarter dated 1948. I thought my sister was messing with me, but she was down at the lake with everyone else.”
Same User Comments:
“Okay, I remember another story that my stepdad, Jim, and two of their other college buddies all swore was true.
When my dad and Jim were roommates in the 70s, they had a house with a screened-in back porch. Multiple times a year, they’d be up late and suddenly hear what sounded like a bridge club: old ladies chatting and giggling, ice cubes tinkling in snifter glasses, cards being reshuffled, etc.
Sometimes they’d go sit out on the porch, right in the middle of it, and the women carried on.
In another anecdote, a roommate of theirs opened a closet and found a spinning vortex. He walked straight out of the house, left all his sh*t behind, and never came back. They had to badger him repeatedly to find out what happened.” nickfinnftw
36. Dad Doesn't Wake Up During Fire...Or Does He?
“My dad died in a house fire in 1991. I was home at the time, on the other side of the house from him. He was sleeping at the time. I tried to wake him to get him out of the house by breaking a window and jumping into his room.
I heard him say something, but I don’t know what. I never told anyone in the family that he woke up, and the firefighters/doctors or whoever (I really don’t remember), said he never did wake up. He didn’t die immediately, it was 3 days later, of smoke inhalation.
A few days after he died, my sister told me she had a dream where he wanted her to let me know that he was telling me to get away from the house. I’ve still never told her he woke up.”
35. Toddler Remembers His Past Life After Watching TV
“My wife and I were getting dinner on the table. Our 4-year-old son was in the adjoining room, and said, ‘Hey. That’s the job I had in my last life.’ He’s looking at the TV, and there is a man shaping metal over a fire. We were shocked because we had never discussed reincarnation with him, or even with each other in his presence.
We’re atheists. I tried to get him to elaborate, but he just went back to what he was doing like he never said it.”
Another User Comments:
“Oh, yeah. When they were toddlers, both of my kids told me about their previous selves.
My daughter complained about how the elders used to make her cover up her entire body with long, dark robes, but now people walk around almost naked and it’s much better.
My son told me that ‘the last time’ he was stuck under thick ice and couldn’t get out, and then he died and came to me.
Both times the kids immediately returned their attention to the mundane task at hand. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation in the mystery that is the non-linear toddler mind, but when they blurt stuff like that out, it can give you chills.” Tootsforgotten
Another User Comments:
“During most of my life, my mother ran a daycare.
One of the kids was named Dylan. Dylan was really smart and somewhat rebellious, but not a jerk-kid. We all liked him, but he was always a bit off.
So one day he’s sitting at the kitchen table eating his snacks. The other kids were done and it was just him and my mom.
He had some carrots left but was out of juice. My mom asked him if he wanted more. His response freaks us out today, almost 20 years later.
Keep in mind, he was something like 7 when this happened. I was visiting and making a sandwich and this sh*t happened.
‘Well, miss, I’d prefer some alcohol, if you wouldn’t mind obliging me.’
‘What? Alcohol? no.’ (With a laugh.)
‘Beggin’ your pardon, miss, but it’s been a long day. I’ve come a long way. I’m going to turn in soon and am not here to cause any trouble. I’ve heard you have alcohol and I’m more than happy to pay for it.
I’m having a good week.’
This made no sense — this was a little kid. Our family certainly had no alcohol in the house (we were teetotalers). His parents rarely let him watch TV, let alone old-timey westerns. But here he was — accent and all! — sounding like Jeff Bridges in True Grit.
My mom, though just reacted. ‘No, Dylan, no alcohol for you. Orange juice.’ She set down a sippy cup of the OJ goodness.
‘Ma’am, that’s just not going to cut it. I came all the way down from Wyoming and by tarnation, I’m a man who wants some alcohol.
If you can’t provide it then I’ll find someone who can!’
He stood up, made for the front door, and got it open before my mom grabbed him.
Presto: He was back to normal.
‘Can I have some juice?’
Nothing he did during this time was ‘him.’ His body language was different, his voice was way lower, and he was totally into what he was doing.
It happened a few times after that. At some point (later, when I wasn’t there) my mom asked him who he was. He gave a name that was something along the lines of ‘Thomas Jeremy Armstrong.’
She got really into it and started asking about his life.
He was apparently a lumber prospector and trader who lived his later years somewhere north of Sacramento (we were in Washington State) and had a wife who died from a fever.
This kid was in the first grade.
My mom then asked when he was born and he said, ‘December 14th, 1856. It was a Sunday.’
Sure enough, IT WAS A F*CKING SUNDAY.
This kinda stuff has always held a mild fascination for me, but this kid was something else. I have no idea how this works, but it’s freaky to this day.” mattoly
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34. He Followed Imaginary Music To Find His Friend
“I consider myself to be a very rational person. I’m not superstitious, and I don’t believe in psychic powers or the supernatural. My best friend, Travis, and I used to play guitars together almost every day. That’s not important now, but it will be later. One day we decided to go to the beach with our partners, and take some drugs.
After a little while, when the drugs were kicking in, Travis said that he wanted to wander off alone, so I stayed with our partners. We all had a great time. As the sun began to set, Travis’s girl asked me, ‘Where’s Travis?’ None of us knew where he was, but I could hear him playing the guitar, so I suggested that we just follow the sound of the music until we got to him.
The girls told me that I must have really good hearing because they couldn’t hear anything. I said, ‘Well, I can definitely hear it, so just follow me.’ Now here’s the strange part: I followed the sound for several minutes, into the forest, and went directly to him, but when we reached him, he did not have a guitar, and I realized that we had left our guitars at home! I still have no idea how that happened.”
Another User Comments:
“Since your brain was operating on a different level because of the drugs…
Maybe your subconscious and instincts could detect where he went (due to his scent or what have you), so it manifested itself as a guitar-playing because you have a strong connection to him since you share that with him on an almost daily basis.” Howtofightloneliness
33. Old Woman From Past Shows Up In Present
“Was spending the night at a friend’s house as a kid (around 12-13). Parents weren’t home so we decided to go out, do some ding dong ditching, get into some young angsty debauchery. We get home, and it’s around 1 or 2 in the morning. Cue a ringing of the doorbell; naturally, we think it’s the cops or a p*ssed-off neighbor.
My friend had a small window that looked out onto the front porch that you couldn’t really see into from outside, so we took a peek at who was calling at such a late hour. Standing at the door was an old woman in a dress and a young boy in a weird newsie outfit.
Both were dressed EXTREMELLY out of period, as this was the 90’s, and my friend had never seen either in the neighborhood before. We duck because we’re a bit freaked, look again no less than 10 seconds later and they’re both gone. Nobody on the street walking away, no cars driving away, they were just gone without a trace. We did not sleep well.”
32. Is It A Star Or A UFO?
“Somewhere out in the mountains near Mammoth, CA, as a kid, My dad, myself, and a few family friends were out gazing at the stars. Being as I was from LA, I think it was the first time I’d ever seen the stars without light pollution, so I was fascinated.
I pointed out to a cluster of 3 stars and said “Hey look, It’s Orion’s belt!”
My father corrected me and showed me that Orion’s belt was elsewhere, so I asked ‘well what constellation is that then?’ and pointed back to the one from before.
He conceded that it did look very similar to Orion’s belt, but that he couldn’t tell what it actually was.
A little while later, what appeared to be the middle star of the 3 started moving, quickly.
It zig-zagged through the sky for several seconds, before its brightness intensified, and then just like that it disappeared.
To this day the only thing I can think of that it could possibly be was some kind of experimental drone, but this was in the early ’90s, and I’m not sure drones existed back then.
And if it was a drone, it was must’ve been a damned advanced one because it stood still for long enough that myself and several adults nearby all thought it was a star.”
Another User Comments:
“I had something similar happen. I was laying awake staring out my room-length window, I saw a blinking orange light.
My dad’s hobby is astronomy and he’s taken me out to the desert several times to stargaze, watch for satellites/the ISS, etc. The orange light looked like a satellite, but just as it was going to leave my line of sight it headed in the opposite direction.
I thought this was weird but figured maybe it was a weird trick of the eye or maybe retrograde orbit (even though satellites are almost never put into retrograde orbit because of the fuel costs). But then it paused, went back in the original direction, paused again, and shot up and was gone.” Imsomagic
31. I Saw A Woman Who Looked Identical To My Deceased Mom
“My mom passed when I was 7. Flash forward to middle school. We were at this band clinic thing at my mom’s old high school. Each school prepared their own piece with their bands, and then we all got the same piece to do together (if that makes sense).
Anyways, we were waiting around to get back on stage to play with everyone and were just chatting away as a group. I looked over and at the back of the room was a woman who looked identical to my mom: same red hair, glasses, height, everything.
I caught her looking at me a few times and smiling at me. Turned to tell some friends about it and by the time I looked back, she was gone and I didn’t see her after that.
Also, I graduated with a French award from high school. I did my walk across the stage, an obligatory photo with my department head (who I’m close with) looking out at the crowd. 3 rows behind my dad, stepmom, and aunt I saw the same lady from before.
Super eerie but also kinda nice.”
30. They Sensed The Fate Of Their Loved One Before It Came True
“I was very anxious in the 24 hours prior to my brother’s death, and there was no reason I should have felt that way.”
Another User Comments:
“I live in a city 2 hours away from my family, and my grandma (Dad’s mom) was in the hospital dying of an illness.
I didn’t know how bad it was in terms how of exactly long she had.
I woke up at the exact time she died (2 am) with the worst pain I have ever felt in my life radiating from my stomach, it lasted about 20 minutes. I woke up in the morning (9 am) to a text from my mom asking me to call her, I immediately knew what had happened.
When I called my mom, she told me she’d had a dream at the exact same time (2 am) in which my grandma was wearing all white, looking really chill and happy, laughing, saying ‘it’s ok, I’m all right, everything will be ok.’
Still gives me the heeby-jeebies” Soggy_Biscuit_
Another User Comments:
“I had the sudden urge to call my father at around noon on June 30th of last year.
I was super anxious and just really wanted to talk to him for some reason. I knew he was at work and on his lunch break, though, so I figured I would let him enjoy his break and call him later when he got off. My sister called about an hour later and said he had died.
He parked his work truck, turned it off, and just died. Massive heart attack. He was just gone. I wish I would have called. Maybe I could have said that I loved him before he died. Always make the phone call.” CupcakesOnMyFace
Another User Comments:
“We have a family story of my dad being really anxious to see his brother while he was visiting friends in another state.
It was back way before cell phones, and he hadn’t made any calls before they started an 8 hour or so car trip. He just kept thinking, ‘when I get home, I’m going to call my brother. Then I’ll feel better.’
He was getting really anxious in his seat as they pulled up to his parents’ house. There were cops in the driveway. His brother had been in an accident and later died at the hospital.” elfstone08
29. All The Kitchen Cabinets Swung Open On Their Own
“Making toast late one night facing the kitchen bench eating for a good 5-10mins. Cleaned up and turned around and every single cupboard door and cutlery drawer was open. They were all closed when I went into the kitchen, and there was no way anyone could have snuck in and done it because I was home alone.
I also didn’t hear them open in the time I was there. Scared the sh*t out of me so I froze, let it register for a few seconds, then calmly closed everything and went back to my room to hide until daylight. One of a few weird things to happen growing up.”
Same User Comments:
“Another time, my brother kept having chronic nightmares for weeks to the point where he didn’t want to sleep in his bed anymore.
They were recurring dreams of an old woman who would always be shrouded in shadow and try to get at my brother. One night I decided to sleep in that bed and had one of the freakiest dreams I’ve ever had, the woman my brother had been having nightmares about slid up through the gap between the wall and the bed and was trying to grab and pull me off the bed, woke up sweating and yelling.
It was after this that my mother decided to look into it, the nightmares started a week or so after buying the mattress second hand, and my mother found out that one of the previous owners was an old woman who had apparently died on the mattress. Safe to say we go the f*ck out of the house because that sh*t is way way too spooky for my family. We should have burnt it.” FalariRum
28. Only Pictures Of My Deceased Sister Fell Off The Wall
“I was watching my parents’ dog while they were out of town. My sister passed away in their house about a year prior. While I was there, I witnessed a picture of her fall off the wall. Then I discovered that EVERY picture of her in the house had fallen off the wall, seemingly at the same time.
(They didn’t keep many pictures up in general, so it was only four different pictures.) I chalked it up to something shaking the house, even though we live in Ohio and I felt nothing.
I went home to my apartment. Face up on my desk was a picture of my sister and me that I knew I had packed away. I don’t believe in things like this but this occurred at a time where I was still very much actively grieving the loss of my sister and it hit me hard. Still can’t explain it.”
27. Creepy Hotel Makes Items Disappear Out Of Thin Air
“I was staying at a hotel while visiting family, and I ran back up to our suite to grab something before heading out to dinner. I noticed my brows were a little off, so I grabbed my eyebrow brush to touch them up, as well as a lipgloss to apply.
I sat the brush on top of the chest of drawers, next to the TV stand that sat on the chest. Standing right next to the chest, in front of a mirror on the wall, I applied my lipgloss. I then went to grab my eyebrow brush, but it was gone.
I looked under the TV stand on the dresser, underneath the dresser, all over where I knew I had left it, over the course of about two minutes. As I finally checked again under the TV, I heard a drop on the carpet like something had fallen, and there, in the middle of the floor at least 4 feet away from the dresser, was my brush.
No idea how it got there or how I heard it drop as I was looking for it, several seconds after I noticed it was missing from where I put it. There’s no way it would have ended up in that spot from where I set it, and I heard it drop AFTER I saw it was gone from where I put it. This seems like a dumb story, but I slept with the lights on regardless.”
26. There Are Monsters Living At My Childhood Place
“So almost three years ago, I was on holiday with my family and significant other and staying at my childhood home. That place has always been creepy, but nothing really scary had happened to me, my older brother was usually the victim.
This night I wake up at around 2 or 3 AM, needing to pee.
I was very comfortable cuddling my partner though, so I tried to just ignore it and fall back asleep. Like half an hour goes by, and I don’t feel sleepy anymore and SERIOUSLY need the bathroom. So I sit up and peek around to find my slippers, and I almost p*ssed myself when I saw this weird-a*s person lying in a fetal position on the f*cking floor.
Like, it was BLACK, way darker than normal black, even though it was under this rectangle of light that came from the hallway.
Then I proceeded to cry, I felt so scared all of a sudden, and it woke my partner up, who then had to console me until daylight.
The next day there was nothing on the floor, but I was still extremely creeped out. Since then I have only slept there once, and only with the lights on. It’s been over two years since I last stepped foot in my childhood bedroom, and I’m not planning on doing so anytime soon.
That’s just one, but there are so many things that happened there and I don’t like to spend much time there anymore.
When my brother was 20 we moved to another city, so he was living on his own. He often had friends around because he found the house creepy.
One night, three of his friends were there, and they were playing on the PlayStation. They were sitting on a futon, with their feet on the coffee table, and they took a break to chat about whatever. Then one of this guy’s leg moves forward as if someone was pulling him.
Poor guy was almost crying, and he went home shortly afterward. The others stayed, but they didn’t sleep at all.
Another time, my brother was cleaning up a bit, and he was stacking up the dishes. An ashtray that was on the counter exploded out of nowhere.
He wasn’t smoking. That might have an explanation, though.
Once, this brother and our youngest brother were cooking something, they had the cupboards all open because they are horribly messy like that. While they are goofing off around the stove, they go to get another plate, and according to them this bowl came flying off from the side and almost whacked my little brother in the head.”
25. My Cousin Talks To A Plant
“I am Muslim. My (huge) family tree is Muslim. One of our beliefs: there are spirits called ‘Jiin.’ They don’t inhabit the living world, but they visit. They are unseen spirits. Spooky, right? Anyway.
Sometimes kids can see/speak to them.
I was visiting my cousins (on my aunt’s side).
They have two 18-year-old boys and a seven-year-old boy.
We had just come back from dinner. The little boy (we’ll call him John) walked in first after his mom unlocked the house door. He turned and waved at a plant in a dark sitting room. We thought nothing of it.
Later on, his siblings went into the living room to watch TV while he stayed in the sitting room. I left but watched him from behind a door. He turns and starts talking to the plant. It’s a full convo with replies and body language.
Getting creeped out, I tell one of his older brothers.
He tells me, and I quote, ‘Yeah, he does that sometimes. I woke up late at night to use the bathroom a couple of times and saw him talking to the plant. Once, I walked in and asked him who he was talking to. He said ‘a friend’.
When I told him to go to sleep, he turned to the plant and said ‘bye! I’ll see you tomorrow!’.’
His brother and I were creeped out. Then, a thought arose. ‘What if he was talking to the plant to help it grow?’ I said. His brother replied ‘Once, he brought some candy and put it on the couch near the plant.
He told me it was for his ‘friend who sits by the plant’.’
I and his brother decide to move the plant for one night. We don’t tell him. He wasn’t even home! We find him by the couch later. We put down a recorder to see what he says to his ‘friend.’
Here’s what John says:
Hello.
I’m good, you? Why? Who moved it? But why would they? I’m sorry. I’ll try to get it back for you. Did you like the candy? Sorry, I didn’t know. I’ll go ask them for the plant.
He comes up to us (in the other room) and asks why we moved the plant. We didn’t tell him we moved the plant. No one else was around to tell him. How did he figure it out we did it?”
24. I Connected With A Glowing Being
“I’ve been an atheist for the last few years, and spend tons of time listening to skeptic/atheist podcasts and such… I don’t expect anyone, whether skeptical or not, to believe this story. I’d never believed it, had it not happened to me.
In 1994, I discovered what is alleged to be an ancient Mesoamerican Toltec Shamanic path of knowledge, the teachings & practices of which are elucidated in great detail in the writings of Carlos Castaneda.
After reading, practicing & internalizing a great deal of this for a year or two, I found myself one spring night taking a walk into the woods. I was not under the influence of any mind-altering substances or alcohol whatsoever, just a lot of reading these books and practicing what they outlined.
To my memory at the time, there was nothing in those books plot-wise or descriptive-wise, that had anything to do with the following experience.
Upon entering a small walking path straight into the woods off of a sidewalk, I stopped to take a leak into the heavy bush off the path.
I gazed thoughtlessly into whatever branches, twigs & trees were directly in my line of sight. I almost immediately noticed at eye level what appeared to be a very unnatural intersection of branches that formed strange, fascinating & geometric patterns. This bizarre geometric confluence of branches and twigs completely absorbed my attention, and I peered strongly into it to make sense of such an odd yet amazing sight.
No sooner than my attention was captured, I heard a buzzing sound that began quietly but quickly grew louder, like a monstrous bee… at the same time this buzzing started, at eye level, within the strange patterns of branches, I saw a spot of light as big as a quarter, which also quickly grew in size…
as the buzzing grew louder.
Within seconds of the loudening buzz and growing spot of light, I was standing before a 7-foot tall egg-shaped luminous being of light, made of brilliant & dazzling living light, that I couldn’t see through. Its edges were sharp & distinct, the light was not harsh but soft on my eyes, I did not have to squint or look away.
I immediately started to wonder if what was before me could be male… while thinking this, in the center of this being of light, I saw wispy thread-like strands-of-smoke that formed the outline of a female figure. As soon as I recognized the female form, the strands rearranged themselves into a male-shaped form.
At this moment, I suddenly realized I was wrong to think it was either male or female because it was both at once… or neither.
The next thing I remember was a deep fear for what I was standing before. I sensed at a deep instinctual level that I was in the presence of a being vastly superior in intelligence, ability & knowledge to myself, an energetic being made of living light & consciousness, that could in a blink, should it choose, cut me down.
In response to this fear, I said to it the most subservient, submissive & loving thing I could think of, to let it know that I had only the very best intentions towards it: I said, ‘How do I love you?’, meaning ‘Please tell me how I can best channel love to you so that I can be to you the very best I am capable so that you don’t hurt me.’
The very next moment, I had the overwhelming sensation to remove my army boots and socks.
The feeling I had was that somehow the boots and socks were a disgusting defilement to what was occurring between us, that the interaction would be best, most respectful, most natural & sacred if I had my boots and socks off.
So I immediately took off my boots and socks.
The very next sensation I had, strongly, was that I needed to show my love and submission to this being by being on my knees, sitting on my heels, bent all the way forward so that my arms, hands & face were on the ground.
While in this position, I felt the entire earth below me, through and through, as a single living & conscious being, alive & aware, that I deeply loved, more than any love imaginable.
Also during this sensation, I recognized it as a long-ago forgotten experience & knowledge, since my own primordial beginnings, something I’d always & forever known, yet had completely forgotten from my earliest days of life.
I cried and bawled on the forest floor, as I grasped handfuls of the forest floor in a loving caress, with a deep pleasure to hold & touch this living being in my hands.
I was also crying with the newfound knowledge, just by the existence of this luminous being, that a consciousness & awareness does not need a physical body. This knowledge soothed & dissipated a dark long-held fear & dread of the nothingness & emptiness I believed waited for me upon death.
I had living proof that a conscious & aware being, this one, needed no physical body to be alive. If it didn’t need a body, perhaps something of me might continue to live without a body.
When I was done crying for the pure joy of this experience and the knowledge that it gave me, I slowly started to get up off the forest floor and put my socks and boots on.
During this time, I felt deep fear, I could not even look in the direction of where the being of light had been. I do not even know if it was still there or gone. I could not even look. I simply tied up my military boots, got up off the forest floor, and exited straight back the way I came, just a few meters out of the woods back onto the sidewalk on Wagoner’s Lane.
I went home, I cannot remember anything about what I did or thought that night, except that I was seized by the conviction to spread to the world what I had experienced. Oddly, I did not do that. Since 1994, I’ve told this story occasionally to a few people here and there, always believing it’s a waste of breath to most people, yet here and there are people who are receptive to the story.
And maybe I should tell the story for as long as I have breath, rather than thinking I’ll waste breath.
This represents something I am almost completely certain to be real, as much as anything else that has ever happened in my life, although I am open to the possibility it could have all been some kind of crazy hallucination, despite never having had a similarly ‘unbelievable’ hallucination.”
23. Rocks Come Flying From Out Of Nowhere
“This happened about 6 years ago. A couple of friends and I have decided to go out into the woods and build a ‘base camp.’ We brought axes, machetes, fuel, and a tent. We walked deep into the woods and spent all day cutting down trees and building a makeshift fence.
Being idiots as it became dark we realized we had no way to see. We started a fire and I realized if we pour some fuel into a small can we can light the fumes at the top and create a torch. We made several torches and placed them in the surrounding woods.
It got very dark and we needed more logs for the fire. So I was out about 20 meters from our camp and I could hear my friends talking. I was swinging at the tree when I felt something hit my back. I froze and turned out around staring into the dark forest right at the edge of lights from our torches.
I saw nothing and I assumed something had fallen off the tree and hit my shoulder. Right as I was about to swing at the tree something hits me in the back of the head and it hurt enough to make me swing around again. I saw a rock at my feet and I was terrified now.
Turning back to walk towards camp I could hear my friends and see the light from the fire. I kept turning my head looking into the darkness and about halfway to camp a rock flew by me, missing my head by inches. I ran back to camp and told everyone and they saw the terror in my face.
We sat for a while before more rocks came. We couldn’t see anyone or anything, just rocks flying into camp. Needless to say, we didn’t sleep, just chilled in the tent holding machetes and keeping a big fire. There were so many rocks in the morning, the thought still terrifies me. We were deep in the woods and no one else should have been out there. I want to say it was a person but we didn’t hear anything or see anything. Just so many rocks.”
22. Woman Screams Then Vanishes Before Anyone Can Spot Her
“This happened when I was living in Indonesia. We had a house for a while that was a bit like a wedding cake, on top was a little snug/nook room a bit like a ship’s crows nest, you could see for ages around. We were in the middle of an empty, square patch of land and it backed onto an unused field, big, flat, open, nowhere to hide.
No trees lining it, just more flat fields and then a tall back wall. A wall of about 4 feet high separated the field and my house.
One day, late afternoon kind of time, I’m up there just relaxing and I hear these blood-curdling screams ‘help me, help me’ all of that, a woman, probably Australian/Kiwi screaming in English.
I’ve never heard anything like it.
From my nest, I can see her running across the field at the back, kind of limping, pretty sure she was bloodied, f*cked up, either way, she was about halfway through it when I saw her (big field). I run down to the ground floor and towards the field and she was gone, no sign of her at all.
It took me all of about a minute, if that, and I was gunning it down there to get to the field but she had just vanished.
Nowhere to be seen. Unless Usain Bolt was pursuing her it is incredibly, incredibly unlikely someone came into the field, grabbed her, and pulled her back out without me having seen them.
Pretty much impossible really.
I sent my house security out to look for her, I stayed in the field looking and they went towards where she came from and over the wall she had to have come over to get into the field. It was an unused holiday villa and they found a sandal and a bit of blood, nothing else.
There was blood on the wall where she climbed over but nothing going the other way, so I know I didn’t imagine it or make it up.
We called the police and they came and had a look and they also found nothing. Posters went up and stuff, but nobody got back to us or anything.
F*ck only knows what happened when I was coming downstairs but I know it can’t have been good. Still freaks me the f*ck out.”
21. A Chair Barricaded Itself Against My Door
“About 10 years ago, I was at a relative’s house, a cottage in a small Michigan coastal town, for my summer vacation. My relative was almost completely deaf (without hearing aids she was completely deaf). Because of her impairment, she had a security system that flashed lights and called her home phone (which also had a light) in addition to a sound alarm.
This is important later.
I had gone out to see the 4th of July carnival and arrived home at 11:00. My relative went to sleep at 8:00 every night at the latest. When I came in, I turned off the alarm (essentially signed myself in) and turned it back on again, like I did every time I came home late.
I poured myself a glass of water and walked upstairs.
Now, upstairs there was a long hallway. At the end of it was the door to a patio overlooking the backyard. We never used it because it wasn’t up to code (the house was built in the late 1800s, and many aspects weren’t worth the money it would cost to fix them).
So there was a decorative antique chair that was propped against the door to the back patio. When I walked in that night, the chair was propped against my bedroom door instead, leaned underneath the doorknob as if to keep someone from exiting. I bolted for my relative’s room to find her fast asleep.
Her guard dog was also asleep. I woke my relative up and she put in her hearing aids.
She called the alarm company and they had no record of anything besides her setting the alarm at 6:30 and my entrance at 11:00. They called the police anyway.
When the cops arrived, they moved the chair and attempted to open my bedroom door. It was locked. The doorknob was original to the house, and there was no key for it. So the cops and I walked out on the front balcony and used my key to open the sliding doors.
Everything was as it should have been, and when we opened the door from the inside, it wasn’t even locked.
The cops searched the entire house and found nobody, and nothing was missing. I have no idea why there was a chair barricading my bedroom door, and why it appeared locked when the lock wasn’t even turned.
The police sent for a fingerprinting kit and they found NO fingerprints on the chair, not even my relative’s. Nobody knew why. I had trouble sleeping in that room after that. The police kept an undercover cop outside for a week since my relative was a beloved member of the community.
Nothing fishy happened. A few other creepy things happened in that home if anyone is interested.”
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“One night, my neighbors and I were out on a pontoon sharing stories about the area and our homes. Our houses were on a stretch of land bought out by professionals in Detroit and Minneapolis who decided to all build vacation homes together.
My relative’s house was built by a doctor from Detroit. One night after the family had finished supper, the mother couldn’t find their youngest daughter. They sent out a search party and found nothing. Two nights later they found her body washed up on the nearby Indigenous reservation island.
The kicker was that the island was upstream from the house. Almost everyone who lived on our street has claimed to see her, this four-year-old in a long petticoat, wandering down the street. One woman claimed to see her trying to open our front door, about twenty years before she told me.
Very creepy.
I had a healthy fear of a few parts of the house. There was a dumbwaiter that had been sealed up, and later opened and turned into a laundry chute. Once my cousin looked down jokingly during a midnight game of hide and seek and saw a face looking up at her.
There was a back bedroom that was originally servants’ quarters. We turned it into a guest room, and nobody liked to sleep there. We had cable installed in every room, and in that room, the channel would switch every half hour to static and then back again.
Everyone the cable company sent out was equally baffled. One of them joked that our house was marked as haunted on the service notes. Eventually, we just took the television out of the room.
The weirdest thing was in my bedroom. In the late 1990s, my relative bought the home from the daughter of the family who had lived there for the previous fifty-odd years.
Her uncle was schizophrenic, and in the 1970s he lived in my room. When my relative moved in, she had the cedar paneling in the closets removed and replaced. When the old paneling was removed, it was covered in newspaper clippings. Mostly local, some national, all featuring disappearances and murders, and some interviews with celebrities and photographs of celebrities.
We assumed this was normal, a form of insulation or prep for paneling, but of course not in this weird-a*s house. It turns out that college was once an art therapy favored for schizophrenia and other disorders, and the uncle was encouraged to paste pictures on the closet walls (but not on his bedroom walls, which to this day feature wallpaper installed in the 1920s).
When a piece of the wallpaper started peeling, my relative had her handyman paste it back up. In order to make it look clean, he peeled it off further to reapply it. Underneath the wallpaper strip was writing. A lot of it. Things that make sense when associated with schizophrenia, but terrifying otherwise (get out, they can hear me, etc.).
I was understandably terrified of it in combination with the chair episode in my first comment.
There were also lots of hidden nooks and crannies. A corner of my closet slid out to reveal a hiding spot. There was a tiny door in the kitchen that led to absolutely nothing.
We turned it into a pantry, but once we put shelving in the door wouldn’t open anymore. We sealed it with caulk and paint and ignored it. The garage in the backyard had a cellar below that had concrete poured in sometime during the 1950s. The dogs would stand near the cellar door and bark if the garage door was open to them.
This is as much as I can remember right now. I hope you feel as creeped out as I do when I think of that house!” sweetrhymepurereason
20. Cat Takes Over Basement
“When I was in middle school, I was a latch-key kid. Working parents, only child, middle-class house in the suburbs. About as whitebread as you could get.
Anyway, this one week in the spring, I suddenly and inexplicably got terrified of the basement. I had no idea why, and it wasn’t like I was normally scared of these things.
But, like 3-4 days go by and I’m constantly freaked out because of the basement. It started affecting my sleep. I’d have nightmares, and when I came home from school, I’d pretty much hide on the opposite side of the house, and when I had to go near the cellar door, I’d sprint.
Then one night around suppertime, my mom asked me to go down to the cellar and grab some potatoes or onions or something — I don’t remember what. And I hesitated, and my parents saw me hesitate, and they asked what was wrong. So I sort of confessed that I’d been having creepy dreams about the basement.
My parents basically said, ‘Sure, son. We totally understand,’ but I could tell they were kind of rolling their eyes. So I sacked up and opened the door. And sitting right on the top step was this huge black cat, staring at me.
I f*cking lost it.
Shrieked and slammed the door closed, heart hammering from adrenaline.
Turns out, my parents had been gardening the weekend before and had left the cellar bulkhead open, leading to an inquisitive neighborhood cat getting stuck down there for like 4 days. Somewhere early on, I’d subconsciously noticed something was wrong, but I had no idea what, which led to me slowly losing my sh*t.
Even though I know now it was just a cat, I still get chills thinking about how freaked out I was for those couple days.”
Another User Comments:
“Oh man, have I got a tale of basements. My basement is total bedlam, just kind of the junk storage for the entire house, so there’s pretty much no straight sightlines from one side to the other both due to general layout and stuff everywhere.
So going downstairs throughout a week, I kept hearing things move around out of sight, scratching sounds, and a few times I swore I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye. It all went nuts one day when my cat sat staring at the steps the entire day, like, 9 am she parked her butt on the living room floor and just sat there until about 5 pm when I noticed/realized she’d been in one spot staring at the door the entire time.
This instantly tripped my F*CK THIS alarm and I went full Ghostbuster mode. I went towards the basement, and almost jumped out of my skin when my cat freaked out and bolted away from me, and at the same time, I heard rapid thumps on the basement stairs.
I went from full Ghostbuster to Omega P*ssy and took a half-flying lunge at the door and kicked it shut, then went and grabbed a flashlight and a hammer. I opened the door to the basement and went down because I can’t hear the audience screaming at me not to, and set out to find whatever supernatural spook was living in my basement.
As I went, I could definitely hear something moving around. Brushing sounds here and there, the sound of something crossing broken glass (that was unexpected). As I got closer to the back, something bumped the door to the old workshop in the back, which nearly made me sh*t myself hearing a thump and seeing the door swing from nothing.
I hustled up to the room and lo and behold, a very pregnant cat had broken into my basement via the window in the old workshop room, and subsequently pushed open the door from the inside as well, and was currently trying to figure out how to jump back up out the window from the floor.
She’d torn the sh*t out of her nose and muzzle pushing in the window and door with her face, so when I caught her I decided to at the least get her some vet attention for it. Nothing serious thankfully, but she was very close to due and had gone through so much trouble to get inside, might as well let her have her litter in safety.
In the end, I kept the mother and 4 of her 6 kittens.” Ruinga
19. I'm The Only One That Sees Glowing Lights In The Sky
“This happened maybe 10 years ago in Italy. My then partner’s parents had a summer home overlooking the sea (it was on top of a small cliff, and we were there on vacation, along with her brother and a few other friends.
It was around 10 pm, she and I were watching TV, and from my perspective, I had a row of sliding glass doors to my right, while our friends were directly behind us playing some board games.
At one point I happened to turn my head to look outside and I saw two teardrop-shaped, bright green glowing lights (about the size of your thumb if you extend your arm out in front of you) cruising in the sky from right to left. What struck me as odd was not only the color, brightness, and shape, but also the way they moved.
The best way I can explain it is that they were flying too perfectly close to each other. It’s almost as if they weren’t two separate objects, but rather two separate lights on the same object. This feeling of ‘it’s too smooth’ intensified when a third light (same color, shape, and size) suddenly flew in from the right.
By this point, the first two lights were almost 3/4 of the way through my field of vision and were approaching the left side, but the third light caught up with them at a ridiculous speed, then slowed down just as quickly to match the speed of the other two lights.
Let me make it clear that it didn’t gradually slow down, instead, it kept flying at the same high speed (if I had blinked I’d have missed it kind of speed) until it was basically about to collide with the other two, then slowed down in an instant.
At this point, they were equidistant from each other and just continued flying to the left until I couldn’t see them anymore.
After taking a moment to try and make sense of what the hell I had just seen I asked my partner if she’d seen them too, to which she replied with the obvious ‘did I see what?’ Our friends were of no help either, since they were all particularly focused.
I went out on the balcony to see if I could catch another glimpse of the lights, but I didn’t see anything else.
I eventually checked on the area opposite the windows to see if there was anything that might have caused a weird reflection, but there was nothing and no lights were on.
The windows were also open and the lights were close enough that I would’ve probably heard them had they been loud-a*s military jets or possibly even a helicopter (even though neither of those things was exactly common in that area).
The next day I looked into whether there had been any reports of fireworks, meteor showers, weather balloons, or anything like that, but again, no luck.
I’m fascinated by the paranormal, ghosts, UFOs, you name it, but I have an ‘I want to believe but I’m gonna be really skeptical about it’ kind of outlook on it. This is the number one experience that’s still crystal clear in my mind and that I can’t think of a logical explanation for.”
18. My Dream Prepared Me For The Future
“Well, Monday I started to worry about my Grandpa. The moment of worry passed, and I went about my day. Later on, I posted an article about automated lawnmowers, saying that my grandpa would love this since taking care of his yard was his hobby. Literally right after I hit share, my dad calls me.
We all know this feeling. It’s that drop in your stomach when you know something terrible has happened, or it’s about to. The feeling that your world has changed and there’s nothing you can do.
Anyways, he tells me that my grandpa was rushed to the hospital with a bladder infection followed by several heart attacks, but he’s still alive.
I didn’t think anything about worrying earlier, at least until I woke up the next morning.
My dream that night was what made it click in my head I guess. In the dream, I was sitting in my grandpa’s shed watching something, and he sits down next to me.
Without any pretense, he starts talking.
‘The next few weeks are gonna be hard, and they will test you. Don’t worry about me, in a few hours I won’t have any use for it.’
We ended up spending what seemed like hours talking about a lot of personal things, things I honestly didn’t know or didn’t remember about my grandpa.
Most of which my dad and his brother have confirmed to be true, although a little exaggerated apparently.
Grandpa didn’t die until around noon on Tuesday, pretty much just a few hours (Three-hour time difference) after my dream.
I’m not religious, nor will I be, but for f*cks sake, what the f*ck? I know the subconscious mind can do things like this, but some of the details he told me about his life are things I wasn’t there for, or even alive for.”
My dad whom I was close with as a kid and drifted away from as an adult. He ended up getting cancer and the last time I saw him was in the hospital and I just knew it'd be less than a month. The date of his death I knew when before his "fiance" called me to tell me.
My grandma died not too long ago after my dad and I knew when she passed away too. I just had this feeling and then my aunt called me the following day to tell me.
17. I Witnessed A Man Levitate
“I was at a sci-fi convention in the late 1980s. A friend of a friend was looking for said friend. I told him I hadn’t seen him recently. He asked if I’d come with him to witness something. I said, ‘sure.’
We went to a hotel room where a bunch of people had gathered.
We were to witness some guy levitate. He was a young Indian man in normal clothing: jeans, dress shirt, but barefoot. His assistant started chanting stuff, and soon, the guy in jeans started to go into a trance. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, but suddenly jerked upright and was sitting in mid-air about 3 feet above the bed.
Then his assistant invited us to check for tricks. We were allowed full access: we could check under, over, or behind him. We could touch him, pull or push him. There were a few of us in the room, and we checked for wires, poles, anything.
I and the friend of a friend tried to push him. First back and forth, then from below. The Indian man’s surface (jeans, shirt, or skin) seemed oddly tense: like thick sculptors clay instead of cloth or skin. He didn’t sway, turn, or vibrate oddly (like if he was on a platform of some kind).
I swear we checked all three axis for ANY external support. I already knew various magician levitation tricks, but as far as I could tell, he was using none of them. He was fixed in space.
It had to be a trick of SOME kind, but to this day, I never figured it out.
It was explained that he was in a transcendental state of some kind, and there were books and tapes you could purchase to learn more about this type of meditation. This made me FURTHER think it was a trick. Nobody can levitate like that; it violates natural Newtonian laws or something. After a rather pushy sales technique, I and the friend of a friend left (we had no money). We talked at great length about it, but to this day? No idea.”
16. My Toddler Sees People Walking On The Ceiling
“I heard my two-year-old daughter talking in her room in the middle of the night. I went in and asked her what she was doing. She said, ‘Talking to Samantha. She’s on the ceiling.’
My wife had miscarried a few months prior. It was a girl. We were going to name her Samantha.”
Another User Comments:
“Same situation here.
My baby sister whose twin was absorbed in the womb occasionally mentions a girl that talks to her at night, and my parents often well hear footsteps at night even when my sister is sound asleep. Some weird stuff man.” Beninem
Another User Comments:
“My sister passed away, a week later my two-year-old was sitting down playing, looked down, and pointed to a darkened room. I asked him what he was looking at and he said her name. He had never said her name before.” [deleted]
15. My Cat And I Can Communicate Through Our Minds
“When I was around six or seven we had a cat that had kittens. We knew it had kittens because it was pregnant and then it wasn’t anymore. The problem was that we had no idea where the kittens were. I was wondering about it and looked right at the cat and sort of thought in my mind ‘where are your kittens?’ but without using words if that makes any sense.
Immediately the location came into my mind. It was through some broken boards just above our porch that our cat could jump into from pillars on the side of the porch. I KNEW that they were there. I walked straight over there, climbed onto the stone pillar, and looked through the hole in the boards.
The kittens were right there. I’ve never had a similar experience again in my life.”
Another User Comments:
“When my brother & I were little, there was a stray calico we’d always see. She eventually had kittens by a Manx, apparently, because one of the kittens was a Manx.
My brother & I would go out to interact with them (totally would have taken them in but our parents are allergic) & we gave them all names. His favorite was Milo, an orange tabby. My favorite was Moonlight, a black cat. They all grew up & start roaming, but Milo & Moonlight stayed in our woods the longest.
I dreamt that Moonlight approached me & thanked me for our goodwill. She said that her daughters & granddaughters would know that our area was a safe place, & that as long as we lived here they would return. (& implied but not said was that we’d know them by their black coats)
I’m 27 now, still living in the same house. It’s true. We’ve seen multiple black cats grow up around our area. It’s never a group, always one at a time, but we can tell when they are the next generation.” CeadMileSlan
14. The Dangers Of Playing Bloody Mary
“Some of my buddies and I were smoking that special green plant. Around 3 am, we decided to play ‘Bloody Mary’. Two of my buddies and I went and nothing happened. Then Ali went in, said ‘Bloody Mary’ three times, and came back unscathed. While he was grinning about the fact that we’re such fools to believe something would happen, his nose began to bleed.
When he realized that, he got into semi-shock and just sat in one place, shivering like it was -30 degrees. The rest of us just went numb and sat there trying to contemplate what the f*ck just happened.
No one slept that night.”
13. When Dreams Are Too Vivid
“When I was about 12, I had a very vivid dream that I was at the funeral of a young child, but no one could see me. At some point in the dream, I figured out that the dead child was my older sibling (as far as I knew at the time, I was the eldest).
Woke up raving to my dad about ‘being there,’ ‘I saw them bury the older one,’ etc before just passing out. I remember my parents being really shaken when I woke up, and they revealed to me that my mom had had a miscarriage a couple of years before I was born, and never told me.
Freaked me out. To this day, I get a little creeped out when my dreams a little more vivid than normal.”
Another User Comments:
“My nieces won’t sleep in the dark because of a skinny bald ancient old man.
When it’s dark he appears and watches.
I don’t officially know this because they never told me.
They’re afraid I’ll take the p*ss out of them for being afraid of ghosts.
Instead, they told their grandma (my mom) who told me in turn.
What neither the kids nor their grandmother knows is that when my sister was pregnant she was terrified and could only sleep with the old man guarding her.” SteveJEO
12. One Video Can Destroy Your Life
“Ten years ago I was in a shared living situation (not a hippie thing, or a frat thing, it’s just where life landed me) and I shared a large bedroom in a huge older home in the Pacific Northwest. If anyone’s been out there it’s one of the woodsy modernism houses built in the sixties/seventies.
If you’re from the PNW, we all know the type I’m talking about. Anyways I had a computer on my side of the room and after getting off work I would come home usually before my literal roommate (the dude I literally shared a single room with) and jump on the web to watch…
Adult entertainment. Anyways not a lot of privacy in a shared room so I had to make the most of my private time. One day though I came home especially early. After taking care of business I began to look up scary videos. At this time in my life, I had developed a strange fascination with all things terrifying.
I read ‘Jay’s journal,’ a bunch of older Stephen King, I would go to the local obscure video rental shop and check out foreign horror films, underground sh*t. Dark. scary. I don’t know why. So this particular day I found myself ping-ponging through a sh*t ton of clickbait, different sites, etc.
ghost videos, unexplained phenomena, demons on tape, etc. well I must have watched about fifty of the ‘startle scare’ videos and a hundred ghost videos, most of which were clearly staged, some done better than others. Then I came across one video.
It said: ‘HOW TO SUMMON THE DEVIL’ or something.
I was curious so I picked it. It started out with the classic black screen with white letters, explaining that for this video to work I should stare at the screen and not look away, put in headphones, try not to blink, blah blah blah, the works.
So I did. I was expecting it to be a ‘jump scare’ video at the end so I was a little anxious watching it. But it wasn’t. It was a bunch of random, albeit clearly satanic, symbols, pictures, and images flashing on the screen in rapid succession.
They too were a simple black and white. A goat’s head I think, a Baphomet, some Hebrew letters, etc. all the while I heard this strange-sounding noise in the headphones which sounded like an old recording being spun backward. It was over in less than maybe two minutes and concluded with more script on the screen explaining I had just watched a spell video.
The images were part of the casting and the noise was the Lord’s Prayer backward. Then it said something like ‘sleep with one eye open tonight, for His advocate (or assistant or something like that) is now with you’ then it said you’ll see what we mean…
LAME. That’s all I thought. In fact, my roommate got home and asked what I was doing. So I told him I’m looking up scary videos. He said ‘I don’t know why you’re so into that bullsh*t. You know it’s all fake’ or something on those lines.
I said yeah I know, just think it’s fun or whatever. So I want to make it clear that of the hours of videos I watched that day this one was the least exceptional. In fact, as I looked through more videos I forgot about that one.
Truly I did. I went out to dinner with this girl that night and got into bed around 11:00. A pretty typical night for a 20-year-old dude who worked on cars for a living. Nothing unusual or out of the ordinary. No ouija boards no tarot cards none of that typical spooky sh*t happened.
So fast forward I go to bed. I had an old twin mattress I had used in high school and it was up against the opposite wall of my roomie’s queen mattress. Dave (my roomie) was a LOUD snorer and would sometimes wake me up, but I had gotten pretty used to it.
Anyways I woke up from a dreamless sleep, laying on my stomach in bed, but I was wide awake. I thought it was strange, as I looked at my alarm clock next to the bed, the numbers ‘3:13’ glowing at me. I remember that vividly. I also remember glancing over at Dave laying there and hearing his snoring.
I wasn’t scared or frightened or anything. I was just annoyed I had woken up when I had to be up for work in like 2 hours. I had only barely lifted my head from the pillow to glance at Dave and I plopped it back down to try to go back to sleep…
Here’s where sh*t got weird. So my comforter wasn’t tucked in on one side of the bed, the side that was pushed against the wall. Sometimes it would kinda slide a bit if too much fell off the side you know? Well, my comforter started to slide off of me so, with my eyes still closed I tried to grab it with my hand to yank it back into place before it fell off my body…
That’s when it hit me. I went from no fear to pure, uncut, fear in less than a heartbeat. I just got chills writing this… It wasn’t ‘sliding,’ it was being pulled. I’m NOT f*cking joking. F*cking Pulled. My skin got shivers all over and all my hairs stood on end as I froze…Then something grabbed my feet and pulled me to the end of my bed.
I grabbed my mattress and clenched my teeth and eyes only to be instantly released. I opened my eyes and the clock read ‘3:14,’ Dave’s snoring remained unbroken and steady but I was in the original position I had awoken in, my comforter on me like nothing happened.
I’m no genius, but I am rational… The first thought as my chills subsided was of the ‘how to summon satan’ video. I don’t know why. It’s like I just knew it was connected. My next more rational thought was, ‘that was just a nightmare dude.’ And despite feeling very negative energy in the room, I brushed it off.
I talked myself out of the experience… So I tried to go back to sleep even though I was pretty shaken and half tempted to wake up Dave… But what could I say? We were both blue-collar workers, he did concrete construction for Christ’s sake. What do I tell a guy who lost two fingers at work and his front tooth in a fistfight? ‘Hey man I had a super scary dream, can you make me feel better?’ Boo f*cking hoo.
No way. So I tossed and turned for what felt like an hour and was pretty sure I wasn’t sleeping again…
But I did. I awoke, again on my stomach to the sound of Dave snoring. No sooner did I open my eyes, my comforter started to ‘slide.’ I knew what was coming next.
I grabbed both sides of my mattress and ground my teeth so hard I chipped one as something grabbed me by the shoulders, picked me up, and slammed me down on the bed so hard my nose started bleeding. The crash was so loud Dave woke up and rolled over…
‘What the f*ck are you doing?’ he asked annoyed and angry. I broke down. I told him about the video and about the previous experience and asked if he would pray with me… I’m NOT religious but I WAS legitimately terrified… He stopped me mid-prayer and asked if I felt something.
BOTH our hairs stood on end and we got the chills. Nightmare chills. We all know them… And then he said ‘I don’t know what you did but I want no part of it.’ He took his pillow and blanket and left me there, alone. I don’t know why I didn’t leave too.
The room was huge and dark and cold and I was just…too scared to leave, or even move I guess. I didn’t sleep until dawn and for the next couple of weeks, I felt plagued by waves of fear and panic attacks. It finally began to subside a month later.
It felt like I was being watched all the time and paranoia cost me my relationship with the girl I liked. She said I ‘got weird’ and was ‘always negative.’ The following 7 years I recount the story to friends or whatever. I rationalized it away as a night terror…
Until three years ago when I met a guy at an outdoor concert. No one I went with knew this story…
So it’s late and everyone is exchanging ghost stories… All of a sudden this kid starts shaking and begins to tell a story about how he and a friend had seen a video one night…
He proceeds to describe THE SAME VIDEO: black and white imagery, the Lord’s Prayer backward. Then he says what REALLY caught my attention and now my hairs are on end along with his, his voice is trembling as he tells us that at 3:13 in the morning he and his friend are playing video games when the doorknob to the room they’re in begins to turn.
They both freeze and get mad crazy chills, as the door slowly opens they see a large, VERY LARGE, too tall to fit in the doorway shadowy figure bending down looking in at them with a glowing red eye. Yep. Nightmare fuel. Everyone begins to laugh at him and tease him.
‘If only demons weren’t so Hollywood cliche,’ my significant other says to me… She didn’t know the story of what had happened to me 7 years prior. That’s when she noticed I was sweating and my hairs were on end. She tried to whisper if I was okay, and to reassure me it was ‘only a story’ ‘No,’ I said.
‘It isn’t.’ I looked at this kid, and told him I believed him. Since seeing that video I struggled with harmful self destructive behaviors. Addiction, deception, loneliness. Can’t hold a job. It’s gotten a lot better, but for this kid, and here’s where it gets WEIRDER STILL. He was arrested for murder a year after telling us that story…”
11. My Brother Saw A Painted Spirit
” When my twin brother and I were around 6 years old, we were in central Australia with our dad and older brother.
We were doing some nature walk and my twin fell back a bit. He then screams and runs and catches up. He told my dad he had seen something.
Later that day we were in the town nearby and my twin pointed at a painting in an art gallery and said that the figure in it was what he had seen.
My dad went into the gallery and asked the person at the counter what the figure in the painting was, and they said it is an Aboriginal spirit that takes children who wander too far from the camp or family.”
10. My World Turned Gray
“I was in a room that lost its color and this was witnessed with another person.
I’m a nurse who works the night shift with a mostly geriatric population. One night it was just me and my younger nursing assistant. She wanted to look something up on the computer so she was sitting beside me at the desk.
Suddenly I noticed a piece of paper on the counter with colored lettering that looked ‘dim.’ As in the color wasn’t strong. Like there was a haze in the air. I looked across the room and there was a sign (it’s still hanging there as of today) that said ‘Pressure Points’ in red and again, the colors were muted.
It was like my eyes were losing the ability to see color. There was a general grayness filling the space, not like a shape, just everything appeared muted and the colors were ‘dim.’
I started to quietly freak out and worry that I had a disease. I didn’t say anything though because, well I didn’t want her to think I was crazy.
Suddenly Tara (the nursing assistant) looked up and out to the hallway and said ‘Do you notice that the hallway looks gray?’ I was immediately relieved because that meant I wasn’t suffering from some mysterious disorder because she saw the grayness too. We watched this grayness that seemed to saturate not only the hallway but our entire surroundings.
It then seemed to begin to concentrate in the hallway and near the ceiling and we watched as it slowly disappeared. It moved to the left and then just left.
Afterward, it was like someone turned on the lights and the colors were back to full saturation.
Surprisingly we didn’t really freak out but that’s probably because as healthcare workers we are just conditioned not to. To this day I have zero explanation for what this was and nothing like this has ever happened since then nor have I ever heard of anyone experiencing something like this.
I have heard of people seeing clouds or fog but this wasn’t like that. This was like being inside a fog that filled the entirety of our space.
I have had other strange happenings but nothing this odd. The fact my nursing assistance saw it reinforces the experience. I had no plans to say anything about it because like I said, I thought I was being anxious and a hypochondriac, but obviously, I wasn’t.”
I've only heard of two other folks that experienced that.
9. My Friend's House Is Spooky At Night
“So when I was in 4th grade, I would often stay at my friend Greg’s house. His family was cool and didn’t mind me hanging out all the time. Greg always mentioned that his house was haunted (footsteps in the hallway, shadowy figures, etc.), but I never took him seriously.
‘Shut up Greg, you’re not scaring me.’
One night, we decided to sneak out and wrap (toilet paper) our friend’s house down the street. We thought we were bada*ses. We waited till about 3 am, stole a roll of tp from the bathroom, and silently left out the front door.
We were gone for maybe 15 minutes, but we were worn out. So we went to the tv room and took our spots. He was on the pull-out couch, and I was on the floor (I was a weird kid. I preferred it). After watching tv for a bit, we decided to pass out.
As soon as we turned the tv off, the light in his kitchen became very bright and loud, almost as if it was going to explode. Then footsteps ran from the kitchen to where we were, and (I promise I’m not making this up) the couch cushion next to me depressed as if someone was sitting on it.
I whispered to Greg ‘What was that?!’ He promptly told me to shut up just as the entire sequence repeated itself. Bright light, footsteps, couch. I threw the covers over my head and somehow went to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke under the covers to the sound of Greg getting in trouble. His mom noticed that the last roll of tp was gone. Rookie mistake on our part.”
8. I Hear A Little Girl Singing In The Middle Of The Woods
“Last year, my family went camping at the same park we go to every year. Usually, we also get the same site which is close to the bathroom and showers. This year, we booked a bit late, and we were placed way out in the back of the park which is a fairly secluded area surrounded by woods.
It was a nice change, but a bit of a hassle (lots of walking to go fishing, go to the bathroom, etc). The first night we were there, my nephew woke up in the middle of the night, woke up my sister, and told her there was someone outside the tent.
She said something then leaned upon the tent, he got scared and pushed back. She got outside, and there was nothing to be seen. We just dismissed it as a trash panda, even though my sister didn’t think that was it. The second night, we had a few friends over.
They brought their dog who is the most well-behaved dog I have ever met both with humans and other animals. We were all sitting around the fire when the dog started barking like crazy (she was tied to a picnic table sort of away from the fire/people).
This was a super rare occurrence, so the owner got up to see what was going on. When he took the leash off the table, she went crazy and pulled him toward the forest (she actually pulled him a good 10 feet, he obviously wasn’t expecting her to do that, she has never acted that way before).
I decided to grab a flashlight and check out the forest in the direction she was pulling. There was nothing. She has seen squirrels, raccoons, cats, etc, and never had she acted this way. Everyone took note of how odd that was, but again we just dismissed it as nothing (it did spark up a conversation about the ‘thing’ outside the tent from the previous night though).
The third and final night we were there, we could see a storm coming in. The sky was lighting up, the thunder was loud, and the wind was crazy (obviously unrelated to the eerie events, but relevant to the story). We spent a good hour setting up tarps, covering the chairs, etc.
Everyone crawling into their tents for the night, knowing that the storm was going to hit any second. I was the last to get in because I had to pee. I was at the edge of the site, facing the forest, p*ssing in the wind. The storm and the forest were spooky enough, but what happened next will forever be burned in my memory.
From the forest, I hear the sound of a little girl singing. Not like a fast-paced pop song, but a song with the tempo of a nursery rhyme. I couldn’t make out any words, but I was certain I was hearing the voice of a small girl.
There were no other voices. I pushed that pee out faster than a laser. The second I finished, I turned toward my tent, a loud bang of thunder sounded, and I jumped into my tent JUST as it started to rain. My heart was pounding. I was sweaty and possibly a bit covered in pee (didn’t get to shake the last drop). In the morning I told my family…I feel like really no one believed me, but it happened and it was terrifying.”
7. I Discovered A Tiny Hidden Room
“Company I worked for years ago bought a piece of property with an old barn and a house on it. It dates from the early 1900s. We wanted the barn and subdivided the lot to sell the house. The owners decided to Reno it first. So we’ve been working on the house for a few weeks and knocked out a few walls upstairs to add a master bedroom.
So after that we start measuring the new area we’ve created for a new wood floor and one of the guys keeps a detailed drawing and realizes something isn’t adding up. Somehow the rooms don’t add up and we’re missing about 3 feet. So my coworker starts measuring the rooms again.
We were going to add a door from the new Master Bedroom into the bath but it turns out they don’t share a wall.
There was a 3′ gap between the two rooms. We had no idea what was in that missing space. The walls are all plaster and we’ve finished all the demo work at this point.
No one wants to go knocking out plaster and having to clean it all up but f*ck if our curiosity isn’t killing us. That’s when one of the guys notices that out in the hallway there’s a section of wall where the gap would be that’s clearly been patched over.
See the whole house was plaster but this small section was definitely Sheetrock. It’s only about 2′ wide and maybe 20″ high.
We decide to cut it open and peek inside the wall there. So we try to cut it with a Sheetrock knife but the knife is hitting something hard.
I think it’s the wood slats for the plaster and just decide to get violent and smash it with a claw hammer. Turns out there’s wood behind the Sheetrock but it seems to have some give to it like it’s not totally solid. Someone pushes and the Sheetrock cracks and crumbles when suddenly the 20″ section pushes in and ..
swings inwards. It was a tiny door that had been covered over.
Inside this 3′ wide room is a small wooden chair. It’s upright, sitting dead center, facing the exterior wall of the house. The walls inside were also plaster and it became obvious later that it was part of the original house.
The floor was original wood but it was covered in big dark circular stains of different sizes and overlapping areas. The kind of stains you’d see if an animal urinated repeatedly on it. At least we hope it was urine.
After we pried the Sheetrock off the door we found a groove in the mini door and a slot in the wall. It looked like you could have put a bar in it to prevent it from being pulled open from the inside.”
6. My Niece Hears Strange Noises
“Probably a month or two ago, I was playing Xbox in the basement when my 3-year-old niece came down to talk to me and play with my old Legos. About ten minutes of us building some kind of house or something, she looks over to the other side of the basement where there are a pool table and the bathroom connecting to my brother’s old room.
She stares over there for a few minutes and says in her 3-year-old voice, ‘What was that?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I heard something. Over there,’ she says and starts to slowly make her way to hide behind a leg of the pool table and peer around the edge.
‘What’re you looking at, little one?’
‘That. That right there,’ she says quietly, pointing to the corner by the bathroom door.
‘There’s nothing there, child.’
‘Yes! There’s another human. Another human,’ she points again to the corner, ‘Right there.’ She then starts to tentatively walk further towards the bathroom and curiously says, ‘Hi, my name’s Ally.
Where are you going?’ She starts to walk further into the bathroom, apparently following something.
Now I don’t really believe in the paranormal but I’m really weirded out at this point and we are the only two people in the basement. I’m not about to let my niece follow some ghost into the dark so I’m right behind her, looking for any rational explanation.
She says again into the dark, ‘Hello? What’s your name?’
Right after she says that the lights in the bathroom and my brother’s room turn on. And I don’t mean the lights just turned on because of a wiring mistake or something, I mean that I saw and heard the light switch flip. So I picked my niece up, grabbed our Legos and we went upstairs where our dogs could protect us.
I still don’t know what the f*ck that was or why she thought she saw someone but it hasn’t happened since.”
5. The Drainage Pipe Ghost
“My brother and I had shared a bedroom for most of my childhood, but as I entered adolescence, I decided that I wanted a little bit more privacy. In pursuit of that goal, my father suggested that I collaborate with him to turn an unfinished section of the house – which had previously been little more than a storage space – into a room of my own.
It spawned a project that spanned almost the entirety of my summer vacation, with me doing the vast majority of the work (but still following whatever advice was offered). Throughout it all, I kept my mind’s eye focused on the finished product, which would ultimately be a brand-new bedroom with a window that overlooked the nearby creek bed.
Now, that aforementioned creek bed was something of a staple location for my childhood games, but it wasn’t without an oddly mysterious nature. Near its mouth, there was a large metal pipe that extended beneath the road… and although my brother and I often used the passage as a route to the opposite side of the street, we were never entirely comfortable making the journey.
Strange sounds would often emanate from within the depths, like the ethereal whispers of some departed spirit. On less-common occasions – usually, as the sun was setting – we’d even hear an ominous knocking echoing out of the shadows.
We decided, of course, that the pipe was legitimately haunted.
I even developed an entire backstory for the ghost that supposedly resided there. (She was a twelve-year-old girl who had drowned in a flash flood, and who needed to make out with a twelve-year-old boy before she could pass on.) Sometimes as my brother and I laid awake in bed at night, we’d pretend that the flickers of light on the walls – the products of passing cars’ headlights – were actually the struggles of her soul trying to manifest itself.
Anyway, as work progressed on my bedroom, I started to get a little bit impatient. Most of the interior framework had been finished, and although there was still quite a bit left to do, I decided that I wanted to ‘camp out’ in the area that would become my private space.
This led me to haul my sleeping bag, a flashlight, and a small stack of books through the hole that would eventually become my doorway, bed down, and try to imagine what it would be like to finally have a room of my own. As I was contemplating this, those same lights from a passing car made their way across the wall nearest to the creek bed, prompting me to silently laugh at how some things would never change.
It was at that moment that I felt my blood run cold… because although the lights were intensely familiar to me, I hadn’t yet cut a hole for a window. My unfinished bedroom was completely isolated from the world outside.
For several seconds, I was truly petrified.
‘H… hello?’ I finally managed to whisper.
As abruptly as it had appeared, the apparition vanished.
To this day, I have no idea what happened. I’d be willing to bet my life on the fact that it wasn’t a ghost – after all, they simply do not exist – but I don’t yet have a better explanation for that dancing specter of light on my wall.”
4. The Haunted Historical House
“When I was about 15 my family bought a 200-year-old house in the middle of nowhere VA.
The first night we stay in the house we come downstairs to find our front door wide open. My mother immediately claims the house is haunted and we’re being told to leave.
I roll my eyes and go back to my room.
Then weird stuff starts happening throughout the house. In my bedroom: My computer cuts on in the middle of the night. My radio cuts on. About once a week one of my electronic devices in my room would go nuts for seemingly no reason and it was legit unnerving.
Things end up opened and closed at random for seemingly no reason. At first, I suspect my little sister is playing some sort of joke but some of the windows and stuff being moved are beyond her reach. And that doesn’t explain the electronics going haywire.
The worst scare I ever got was when my TV (which is in the room next to me, not my bedroom) cut on at like 3 AM one night and I happened to be watching MTV2 earlier in the day and, of course, the volume is up loud and they’re playing some screamy Slipknot song or something and I wake up thrashing trying to get out of bed.
My whole family comes upstairs because it disturbed them too.
My mother decides we need to research the house. Turns out, our home is listed as a historic building and as such, it has a ton of easily accessible history to it at the local library. Part of that history involves a priest who, for some unknown reason, died in the room that ended up being my younger sister’s bedroom.
We never told her.
A little Vietnamese lady who cuts my hair randomly tells me she believes in supernatural stuff and in an effort to entertain her I start telling her about the weird things going on in my house. She gives me a tiny statue of a little man and tells me to put it somewhere ‘high up’ in my home.
I put the statue way up on my tallest dresser, which is the highest elevated point inside the house that isn’t the attic.
All unexplained events in my room and downstairs stops immediately except there are occasional strange noises coming from the attic. We never go in the attic.
I turn 18 and move out. Eventually, my family moves out of the house. It probably simply got lost in the move, but when the time comes to move everything out, our little statue guy is nowhere to be found.
I remember thinking ‘I hope the next family that lives there finds him’ when my mom told me.”
3. Mysterious Nurse Strokes My Hair At Night
“When I was young (probably around 8-10), I caught chickenpox. I woke up in the middle of the night one night and called for my mom because little kids can’t do SH*T for themselves when they’re sick.
A woman came into my bedroom and sat on my bed and stroked my hair until I fell asleep.
For whatever reason, I thought it was my grandmother, but she was dressed funny.
When I woke up the next morning, I went downstairs for breakfast and asked where my grandma was, and (naturally) my mom told me that she was at her house, like she always was.
I told my mom she’d been in my room the night before, and my mom laughed and said that I’d just been dreaming.
However, my aunt (who tended to believe that sort of thing more) was babysitting me that day (the upside to chickenpox meant there was no school for me) and I told her the story.
She asked me to describe the weird outfit, and it was a nurse’s outfit from the 50’s/early ’60s. My family knew the previous owners of the house. The wife was a nurse in the fifties and had died a few months previously.
Can I say with 100% certainty that I had an encounter with a spirit? No. But it’s certainly a spooky coincidence.”
2. Wife Is Startled By The Ghost Of Her Military Husband
“My mom’s first husband was a Navy pilot during the Gulf War. The carrier was about ten days into its cruise and operating with complete radio silence. She hadn’t heard anything from the ship since it left but that was to be expected, this was a war.
On that night about ten days into the cruise, my mom woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. She saw her husband standing in the room. It wasn’t an ethereal form either, he appeared solid and utterly the same. The only thing different about him was that his head was shaved.
He only had one thing to say, ‘Goodbye.’ This whole experience startled my mom and she couldn’t get back to sleep. She went to the kitchen to get some water when the doorbell rang. All military wives know what the late-night doorbell means. Her husband had suffered a massive heart attack and died aboard the carrier.
She was grief-ridden but reasoned that the apparition had been a hallucination born of the stress of having a spouse deployed. Besides with his head shaved, he didn’t even look that familiar. Her mother and mother-in-law flew out immediately to plan for the funeral and receive the body.
She stayed strong until the first viewing of the body. Her lifeless husband was bald. In a letter from his NFO, the shaved head was explained as the result of a lost bet. There had been no way of knowing that his head had been shaved and my mom suffered a minor mental break.”
1. The House That Only Haunts Women
“A few years back my brother (and his family – wife and toddler daughter) and I both moved to Florida about the same time. I was in a work-study program so I was in program housing, but he rented a house in a nice little subdivision in the Orlando suburb of Davenport.
The house itself was nothing special, your standard cookie-cutter ranch made to look a little ritzier with high ceilings and whatnot. The front hall was huge and had two arches going into separate corridors. One led to a smaller hallway with a bathroom and two bedrooms, and the other to another small hallway with the laundry room and the master bed/bath.
The front hall itself fed into the living room and then the kitchen.
The two of us started some kind of family stampede for Florida, and not long after we got there, our aunt moved down. She didn’t have housing set up, so she and her husband stayed in the spare bedroom off the first small hallway; my brother’s daughter was going to be in the other but was still sleeping in her crib in the master bedroom.
While my aunt and her husband are living there, my aunt gets miserably sick. Like over and over. Blood pressure, pneumonia, arthritis, all of this stuff cropping up. Eventually, they find their own place and move out, and she stops getting sick. No one thinks anything of it.
Then my brother’s mother in law moves down and occupies the same bedroom. Cue the sickness. Random little bugs over and over, and one point where she was hospitalized and her stats are all over the map, and they have no idea why. She then moves to her own place, and everything clears up.
So by then, my program ends and I move into the spare room while looking for a place of my own. And then I start getting sick. High blood pressure for the first time in my life, recurrent throat infections where I keep losing my voice, migraines, arthritis developing in my ankle, etc.
During this time, my brother and his family go on a couple of short vacations, little weekend getaways, and I start noticing shadows out of the corner of my eye whenever I am in the living room or kitchen, always moving in the front hall and passing between the two small hallways.
I keep this to myself cos I don’t want to freak out my niece or have my brother think I’m losing it. Now my sister in law has been having back and leg pain all of this time. They thought it was something to do with a badly placed epidural during my niece’s birth but the problem didn’t show up until they moved to Florida.
Finally, I can’t stand it anymore and I ask her if she’s seen anything weird in the house, and she says the exact thing I’ve seen: shadows moving in the front hall, back and forth between the two small hallways.
Now the niece is more than old enough for her own room and it’s finally painted and her new bedroom assembled, and she moves in.
For all of a week. She’ll play in there during the day if someone is with her but she refuses to sleep in there. Says her toys talk to her when no one else is around and keeps mentioning someone named Robert. She’s young and has a fairly small circle up to this point, so we can say without question that she doesn’t even know anyone by that name.
Eventually, the sister in law and I are seeing more shadows and now hearing noises, bumps, and crashes, and whatnot, always when we are alone.
Somewhere around this time, my brother finds a little black kitten and brings it home. Because there are two large dogs in the house, the kitten sleeps in the laundry room (so she doesn’t get stepped on accidentally — the dogs are mastiffs) and one morning we wake up to find her dead.
Just laying there like she’s asleep, in her little bed, dead, after having gotten a 100% healthy review from the vet just weeks before.
The sister in law leans on my brother to start looking for someplace else, just as one of the dogs, the female, is struck suddenly blind and starts having seizures.
She’s four years old and has never been anything but healthy.
The day we move out, the dog has another seizure and dies.
The property went back up for rent and because we were friendly with the across the street neighbors, we got an earful when about two months after we moved out, the family that had moved in after we packed up everything and bolted in the middle of the night, rent already paid in full.
The sister in law and I are of the mind that there was something in that house that specifically did not like women. Every woman who stayed there became ill, even the female animals and the kid was being influenced badly by nothing we could explain. My brother, my aunt’s husband? Never saw or heard anything.”
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