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>be mid-last year >home alone as parent's have gone to rarotonga >in bed watching tv around 11 >there's a stone pathway next to my bedroom window which makes a load of noise when someone walks on it >my friend was meant to come over that same night and said he would knock when he was at my house >hear something heavy hit my stone pathway as if someone jumped the fence >hear slow walking over stones >dog is sleeping in my bedroom, so must be friend >hear tapping on my window >say friend's name, no reply >more tapping >again say friend's name, still no reply >more tapping, "you're crap at scaring people, I'm coming out" >go out to let friend in, dog comes with me >no one there >wat? >go back to bedroom, tv is on static >suddenly huge BANG as if someone jumped at my window with all their body weight >NOPE >run out to investigate >tall, and I mean freaking tall figure standing right next to my window >ALLOFMYFREAKINGNOPE!.jpg >leg it back into house and out the front door to avoid this thing >running in no particular direction, just need to get away >friend who was meant to come over see's me while driving past and picks me up >"Dude what are you doing?" >explain story >we both nope all the way to africa so decide to drive around, end up sleeping in the car as to scared to go back to house



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> brand new house, 7 years old > somewhat poor family, working on food stamps in Memphis, TN > go into very own bedroom for the first time, all sorts of excited > door slams behind me > try to open it, it won't budge, window is shut > father and uncle try to open the door, it won't budge > desperately try to break something on the door, nothing happens > hear father and uncle getting more frantic as they try to card a lock that isn't in place > hear their frustration as they fail again and again > too freaked out and small to reach the window lock > door finally flies open, leaving father and uncle sweating, red and panting outside the door > nope NOPE



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>live next door to crazy lady as a child >my bedroom is on the side of the house by hers, I can see her yard out my windows >one night, she's messing with her lights >on >off >on >off >on >off >all of them at once >for hours and hours and hours >I had a severe problem with sleeping as a kid and everything had to be be JUST SO >this is obviously not JUST SO >turns me into a total emotional wreck by midnight >then it stops >oh thank god, now I can go to - >screams erupt from next door >her three dogs race around the yard and then begin to howl >lights flicker on and off like crazy >screaming, howling, strobing lights >NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE >I begin to cry for parents >they run in, we call the police >never see lady again, her house gets sold >according to my parents, she was taken away to a nuthouse



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>Be 21 year old nerd living with parents >into electronics, astronomy, and the blossoming world wide web >building super sensitive listening device that can hear people down the road but block out loud noises. >let it record a few feet away from me as I go outside galaxy hunting with telescope. >3am suddenly get really freaked out >then what seemed like every animal in the woods near me freaks out and starts yelling and crashing around. >time to go back inside >listen to recording >yada yada crickets and crap >then loud as hell a women crying hysterically like her child had died >then the animals I had heard start up with their freaking out on top of the sobbing women. >it was a super clear night but I wasn't doing anymore sky watching >NOPE



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>be 18, alone >at aunt's house = recently restored great-grandparents house. >many deaths in great-grandparent's family and ghost sightings from every one of my aunts (7) >everyone gone across road to nans for latenight snack/goodnights >be only two houses for miles >in basement, playing PS2. >hear scratching coming from concrete basement wall. >be annoyed that it creeps me out. >scratching then becomes tapping >be more annoyed >tapping/scratching stops. >annoyance persists >gets cold. >notlikingwherethisisgoing.jpg >suddenly, in succession every door upstairs slams. >boom boom boom boom BOOM BOOM BOOM >NOPEfreeze >don't freaking move, half fear, half suspicious. >no noises upstairs for 5 mins. >then, suddenly, wall starts scratching and tapping franticly AT THE SAME TIME >nope the hell out of there, cross the road >40 feet down road, black bear staring at me. >nope x10. >run to closest door at nan's. >door be locked. >nowisnotagoodtime.gif >run around house to back door >open. >everyone accounted for, spook everyone out from paleness and vibes. >check house next day, impossible for wind to have slammed doors in such way. >never in that house after sundown again. >EVER.



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>be 11 >walking to corner shop to get an ice cream >see kid my age that I don't recognize; odd because it's a small town and we all know each other >kid looks sickly, hunched over, similar haircut and body type to myself (minus apparent poor health) >avoid him, not used to talking to kids I haven't already met through school, etc, plus he sets me on edge (socially awkward, again only around people I don't know) >manoeuvre past him, avoiding him as subtly yet as effectively as possible, which is difficult to do considering he is no more than five feet from the entrance to the store >choosing my ice cream >overhear rasping cough from outside, presumably the kid >leave the store, look around >kid is staring at the rubbish bin >okay.jpg >rumble from clouds overhead, still daylight and it hasn't begun to rain, not a problem >SMACK >kid has fallen down (fainted, although I'm still not completely sure what happened) and hit his head on the side of the metal bin >go to run back inside to get storekeeper >store is closed >startingtonope.jpg >realize I have to help the kid >go to check if he's conscious/help him up >kid gets up on his own just as I was about to reach him >looks straight at me and starts grinding his teeth very loudly >crap myself when I see that, aside from the dark red gash in his temple; he isn't just similar in appearance to me, but my DEAD FREAKING RINGER. >nopenopenope.jpg >start to walk away, slowly at first, reaching as fast a walk as I can manage without making it obvious that I was terrified >loud thunderclap makes me double-crap myself >keep eyes in front of me, have no idea if he's following me >starts to rain, perfect excuse to start running >slip over >land on my right knee so hard that I can feel the stress in the bones upon collision >can't feel pain, all I can think is that the kid must be still following me >finally get home, takes twice as long as it should due to screwed up knee >look around, see nobody but rain is falling fast now and visibility is poor; can't shake the feeling that he followed me home >holy crap, he knows where I live >get inside >mom instantly screams when she sees me >look down, knee and surrounding skin is literally black with bruising >pain hits me

3 days later

>lying in bed with cast on, turns out the bone was partially broken right below the knee >hear it start to rain >pull curtains across slightly, just enough to see out the window to the rain (I love the rain, despite what had happened to me) >through all the trees in our front yard, I'm just able to make out a kid on the footpath, looking at the house, but he doesn't see me >he turns and walks away >nopefortherestoftheyear.jpg



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>Two years ago >Out driving with friends, only one of our friends has a driving license - we're 18 - so one of us has to go in the boot (not massively relevant, but mentioned again) >Live in the middle of nowhere, Scotland. It's about 10-11PM >Enormous nature park, with a huge Restoration-era stately home that burned down over a century ago on it >We pull into the car park (to swap the person in the boot, we're taking turns) - expecting it to be empty, for reasons aforementioned - but see another car at the far end >Lights are on inside the car, there's an old guy reading a map - he doesn't look up. >We're like 'Huh, that's weird' but don't think much of it, however, I step out the car and he looks over - agitated >He gets out of his car quickly, we're like 'Screw this, we're out of here' >Drive off, notice that he's started following >Nope >Do a huge loop around local roads, seem to lose him >The girl driving, Gemma, suggests that we go back - we all agree, it's a boring night, something out of the ordinary appeals to us >Swap person in the boot again (it's been agreed that I don't have to go in, because I'm too tall to fit, so I get to see everything from the passenger seat) >We drive back to the car park, see that it's empty. >Okay, we'll go get some fuel, then come back one last time >Fifteen minutes going to town for fuel, pick up a torch from my friend Adam's house, head back out >Head back, everyone slightly on edge but not really scared yet (nothing's really happened, just a weird old man following us briefly) >Come to the car park, intending to pull in, but we drive past when we notice that the old man's car is back, parked next to, what is unmistakably, a hearse. >Nope. >Gemma is freaked out, but we're able to convince her to turn around so we can get a better look >Drive past the car park again, it's clear that the lights aren't on in either vehicle >Eventually, we talk her into driving into the car park >We turn in, very slowly, it's extremely dark, and the silhouette of the old house ruins are visible, just poking over a wall of enormous evergreen trees >We're certain now that the vehicles are empty, though we can - distinctly - make out a coffin in the back of the hearse (the hearse is really old, very rusty, definitely not something you'd be happy with, even at a budget funeral - the license plate belies its old age even further) >I offer to get out, explore with the torch. Neither of the other two males in the car are willing to join me, nor are the three girls >I get out, shine a torch into the hearse (identify the coffin for certain, but there are no flowers, wreaths etc.) then the old man's car - I see the map, but little else besides >I begin to walk down the old, muddy path which leads from the car park down to the ruins of the house - it's pitch black on either side, on account of the shadows of the trees >I hear a loud, definite 'clank' (like a saw, or some other thin metal sheet, dropped on concrete) some way into the distance - approximately 100-250 metres - it's dead silent otherwise >I go back to the car, convince the other two guys to come out down the path with me >We start on our way, the torch letting out a fairly feint light that scarcely illuminates ten metres in front of us, and certainly can't penetrate the dark woods that line the path >We are, by this point, quite a distance from the car

>Hear a screech, a sound that is either animalistic (though not suitable for anything you'd find in the area: far too loud, too ferocious) or from a human in a heightened state of panic, pain or distress

>We all look at one another, as if for 'permission' to run, then sprint back to the car. >Our friend starts the engine as we approach, and as we get closer we see the confusion on the faces of the watching girls turn to actual concern, though we're not sure why >We turn around to see two torch beams, hastily approaching and not all that far behind us

>We jump in the car (one in the boot) and drive off quickly, the two men now visible (and visibly agitated), one of them carrying something in his hand - we could only make out the long, metal pole in the centre - it could have been part of a shovel, mallet, etc. >We see them both get in the older man's car (the original 'map guy') and turn around swiftly to follow us >We speed off down the main road, away from our town but towards a larger road with a higher speed limit >Her new, powerful car quickly puts a fair distance between us and his rustbucket >Eventually, we can no longer see him in the rear view mirror

>As we headed back into town we drove past the car park once more >It was completely empty



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> Be up late at night on my computer which is placed near a window. > Suddenly something crashes out of the tree outside that is over my car, branches hit my window and whatever it is scream this awful human scream > Freak out, jump up to look out window > All I see is some HUGE human-like shape stumbling around my car. > Another car drives buy and illuminates the...thing > It's all...shimmery like an oil and bumps against the car in reaction to the light. > It takes off running because of the headlights, screaming as it runs > AWWWWWW NOPE OUT > Sleep with lights on > Next morning my car has a huge dent on the trunk and bits of tree branches broken all over my hood.



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>Be the night Transformers 3 came out in Aus >Family are die hard fans, went to go see it. I decided to stay home because I felt sick. >Sitting in my room with a big glass door in front of me that looks out onto the front lawn area and front door with the light on. >Dogs start barking, suddenly stop. >5 minutes later, they start barking again. This time my cat runs to the door, ears up, staring outside, doesn't respond when I call him like he always does. >Been looking outside the whole time, no one's come to the door and I haven't heard any cars or anything >Notice it's like 11 o'clock and family aren't home yet >Dogs start barking for the third time, louder than before. >Hear my laundry door knob moving (it's loose so it kind of clicks when it's being opened) >Suddenly quiet for 5 minutes >Hear laundry door slam, dogs aren't barking anymore but cat is still at the door >Hear hallway cupboard door hinges start creaking and moving >Realise all these noises are getting closer and closer to my bedroom door >Nope >Hide under blankets until I fall asleep

>Be a few days later >On my mobile talking to my boyfriend >Talking as usual, never had problems with my phone acting up with calls, never had a problem after this happened either >He tells me he's had some idea, asks me to guess >"I dunno, what?" >Silence >Look at my phone, call still connected, full battery, reception was fine >Finally, "you there?" >Tells me he told me his idea but I didn't answer, thought he'd offended me, said he could hear me breathing the whole time I wasn't talking >I didn't hear a thing he'd said, he didn't hear what I'd said, the phone wasn't near my mouth (dunno how to properly explain this, I was holding it so the mic was below my chin sort of but the speaker was up to my ear) >NOPE.JPG



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>be 14 and moved to new house >house is relatively small for me, my mom, my dad, and brother and sister. >get attic since oldest >unpack everything and and set up my play station >bout to play mortal kombat when I hear someone whisper my name >decide to go check it out, it sounded like it was coming from the corner of the attic >get there and see crawl space. >open up crawl space and see dead cat and claw marks on back of door >nope.avi >run down stairs and sleep in the livivng room for several months



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>be home for the summer from college >all alone, my siblings are still at school, parents at work >start mowing the lawn >pass by my bedroom window, see a hand pull back the curtain and then disappear >don't care, probably my sister >continue mowing, ignore my dog barking, figure it's my sister messing with him again >get inside the house, it's 1:30, school is still in session >confus, walk downstairs to see my bedroom door closed >I always leave my door open. ALWAYS. >panic, collect dog, run out of house, call dad >goes through entire house with bat, finds nothing >sleeping on couch now



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>Paint a white-faced guy with red eyes last year >Mom hangs it on the wall a week ago >Step out into the hall to get a drink and turn on the light >The eyes are staring at me, practically straining to keep me in sight from the angle of the painting >NOPE the hell back in my room



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>my friend has a big red barn in a field behind his house >the first floor was furnished for us to hang out in >the second floor was a storage area totally full of random crap. You couldn't even see the floor. >we'd always sleep there in the summer. >about 1:00 in the morning, we're starting to fall asleep on the ground floor >suddenly we hear the sliding door on the second floor open >hear voices and a lot of movement >suddenly a lot of voices >people are talking, sounds like a full on party up there >suddenly we hear freaking big band jazz start playing and people dancing >the music gets really weird and surreal >sounds like it's underwater >the songs start to completely fall apart >shrieking saxophones and crap >the dancing people start screaming >dead silence >we went up there in the morning >all the stuff stored up there was moved against the walls



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>four years ago >put a mirror under my lamp facing upwards, hold camera above lamp and point it downwards at the mirror >move it around a little >a smiling woman is clearly visible in the LCD of the camera >throw everything down, run around of the room in tears



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>be 17 at the mall >riding down an escalator just taking in the panoramic view >looked at this mannequin and he turned his head and winked at me then he smiled >thought it was a joke of some sort, like a candid camera sort of prank, or maybe the store hired a mime to make things interesting for the customers >After I reached the lower floor I went up to the mannequin expecting to find a real person, but it was only a dummy >stare at it for the longest time

I still don't know what happened that day.



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>When I was little I had this imaginary friend, "Lilly" and she was the same age as me, but female and had long black hair and was very shy of other people. >I forgot about her when I turned like 6ish but every now and then I’d remember her, but I couldn't see her any more. >I go to the local creek one day and I see a kid drowning, I try to save him, but he had already been under too long, he died. >I can't sleep that night, I go to the fridge, and Out of the corner of my eye I see something >suddenly feel very very sick >Look out the window, she's there, same age as me, same clothes, she screams so loudly it hurt my ears >I Fall over backwards out of shock, get back up and lock again, she's gone >Talked to the school counsellor about it, he tells me it's just my subconscious way of dealing with it >Go to best friend’s house the next day and sleep over >Turn the bathroom light on, it flickers and I see her in the mirror >feel sick >Friend say "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT IN THE MIRROR!?! IT WAS LIKE A DEMON GIRL, HOLY CRAP, DID YOU SEE THAT?!?" >I say, "You can see it too?" >YEP >screw staying at his house, go back to mine >she keeps appearing to me and him, terrifying us, but she never appeared to him when I wasn't recently there >One night I'm riding my bike home and I see her on the side of the road >I pretend like I can't see her, ignore she starts screaming and runs at me, pushing me off my bike >I'm on the ground, bleeding and I look up. >she's standing over me, I look into her eyes, they're pure black and (have you ever seen dried mud? like all cracked and falling apart, well around her eyes looked like that) >she screams at me "DON'T IGNORE ME!!!" >I'm terrified and she just stands there, silent until a car's headlights shine through her and she disappears >I start to fall apart, my grades drop, I fight with my parents, and even my best friend distances himself from me. >Just when I fee Shiite I get a girlfriend and things look up >One night when we're together I see "her" and get spooked >long story short I was pressured into telling my new gf some stuff about what had been happening >she doesn't believe in that stuff and it doesn't bother her >The next night I get a phone call from her, she breaks up with me, doesn't say anything other than "I saw her, I saw her and she hates me" >start to see less and less people >find 4chan >find /x/



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>was on trip with school (dunno, I was 17 or 18 I guess) >tired, I take a nap in the early evening >wake up, everbody else is outside (it's about 11pm) >go down some hallway and look outside the window >see a large gym >theres a woman walkin around with a dog on leash in that gym >turn around again head back to room >it comes to my mind that there was never a gym at that hostel >look out window again, everything is pitchblack >wtf? made reality check, it was not a dream >just go back to room and sleep again



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>9 y/o >playing with lego >doot doot doot I love lego >look up because I dunno >watch myself walk into bedroom >we both stand there aghast >terrified >I actually wonder which one of us is real >he walks back out of the room >too scared to move >never tell a soul >except for today

Well, maybe I'm crazy.



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>be 9 or 8 years of age >getting my school bag out from under stairs >look to my right towards kitchen and see pair of red trainers on floor >see movement out kitchen window >huge raven sitting on fence in garden staring at me >12 years later >be about 21 years of age >buy pair of red trainers >place them on floor in almost exact place as where I saw them 12 years ago without thinking about it >look out window >huge raven sitting on fence staring at me before flying off



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>Be 15 >Take a walk in woods with some friends >we go on blue trail >pass old and creepy house. >Looking around for way in. >been abandon and boarded for years >Screwit.mp4 >go to look through broken window >see woman in dirty white dress laying on floor >yell "oh crap" >lady looks up and gives blood curling scream >NOPE.JPG >Never went on blue trail again



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>be 7 >on a family trip to the UK >taking a tour of some medieval ruins >wander off from family without really noticing what I'm doing >come across an old well - stone, three feet high, opening covered with a locked grate >about to go back when a woman's voice comes from below >being 7, think little of it and respond >voice asks for my name, gives her own as Mary >Mary asks if I won't keep her company >tell her that I will if she comes out of the well >says that she can't, that she's been down there for a long while >tells me that I should join her at the bottom, so that we can play games for as long as we want >notquiteNOPE.jpg >locked grate swings open. Upward. Against gravity. >"Come down here, anon. Come down here now." >NOPE.jpg >jog-walk back to family >ignore the unearthly screaming coming from behind me



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>Be 12 or so >Live in country >Have 3 cats because cats are awesome >Share room with brother >Cats used to sleep with me on occasion, it was cool as hell >One night, trying to sleep >Feel movement around my feet on my blankets >Figure it's a cat pawing at the covers about to lie down >Movement continues >Continues >Continues >Eventually, notice that this same, almost mechanical movement has been going on for way too long >Sit up to find out what the hell cat is doing >BS you not, a freaking baby doll is on its back on my bed, arms and legs in the air, moving them slowly back and forth >ohgodimhavinganightmare.jpg >Watch it for a second >Its head turns and looks at me >Decide I'm out, gonna try to scream so I can wake up >Try to scream >Actually do scream >Huh, this is real life >Practically go into convulsions to kick the thing off of my bed >Screaming my head off the entire time >Blankets fall on to ground >Dad runs in in his underwear, turns on lights >No cats in my room >No baby doll



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>Be child. >Be 4th of July. >Roaming cousin's neighborhood with him. >"A gangster lives there, me and my friends have seen him walking around with guns." >Said he dead. >Said we gotta do a certain thing to respect his spirit. >Pretend to load gun and do Christian cross heart thing when walking by. >Do that. >"Do you hear that? It was like *ptchoo*, *ptchoo*" >"Dude shut up you did that with your mouth-- *PTCHOO* *PTCHOO* >Nope all the way out of the culdesac.

The obvious explanation is it was the 4th of July, but I dunno man.



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>Be about 8 or 9 years old >Be playing hide and seek with my little sister (6 or 7 at the time) >See her clear as day peak out from behind a chair, she smiles at me, then ducks back behind the chair > I run over and yell "Found you!" > No one's behind the chair >Turn around, see my sister walk into the room through the only door, on the opposite side of the room from the chair. >Nope.

It was broad daylight, I saw her clear as anything behind the chair, there's no way she could have gotten past me without me seeing her.



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>Babysit for this family that lives in ancient house >All going well, family out to dinner, 9 o'clock-ish rolls around >All hell breaks loose >Sounds like someone is running up the stairs, falling down them, then running back up and falling back down them >Only me and an infant baby mind you >Crazy static comes on baby radio >Run for the stairs to get to baby room >Banging and running upstairs noise stops >Eerily quiet while I go up the stairs >Here animals go crazy downstairs >OH FREAKING NOPE I CAN'T JUST NOPE OUT OF HERE I HAVE A CHILD IN MY CUSTODY >Spend rest of night in babies room, lights on and clutching their bible I stole from their room >Creepy scratching noises in hallway until family comes home >Tell them about noises >"Yeah sometimes we hear weird things too" >MFW they are completely cool with what on.



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> Be a nurse > walking down long hallway in the basement, did awkward halfshift overtime so leaving at midnight > No one around. > Hear loud shouting from in front of me. > WTF? Run to end of hallway thinking it's someone in stairwell. > see no one. > hear laughing from immediately behind me. > NOPE.gif > book it up the stairs out the door and to my car. Drive fast.

Actually I have a lot of really screwed up stories from working there. Will post some later.



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I have one

>Be 15 >Staying in Hotel with a couple of mates >away from home for the weekend >around 9pm at night >friend thinks he's edgy as hell >spits in a bible (Hotels always have bibles, not sure about anywhere else - UK) >sleep >wake up around 7am >there's a mirror on the front door to the room >clear as hell hand print on the door >smaller than all of our hands >we tried to mimic the handprint, but ours just disappeared >wasn't that bad, but still creepy as hell >was something in the room with us that night?

I have another

>Be around the same age >Be night >Downstairs playing vidya >From where I am sitting, I can see a little of the kitchen >Suddenly an empty milk bottle falls on the floor >nope

>Force myself to ignore it >Continue playing vidya >Go upstairs to bed, around 4am >Feel a distinct poke in my back >Spin around, thinking it was my brother >Nobody there >NOPE

That house gave me some weird feels.

I'll post more.

>Be middle of the day >Playing vidya in my room (Xbox 360) >Don't have wireless, so I have an Ethernet cable running up the stairs >At the time, have a little brother (2) >Have one of those stair gate things, to stop him going up stairs >In upstairs hallway, going to toilet >Suddenly loud bang >Ethernet cable is shaking violently >Hitting against the stair gate >Horrible metallic clanging sound >NOPE

>If I was about 10 meters ahead, I could've seen down the stairs to see if something was shaking it. >I was the only one in the house, at the time.

>Move to a new house (new country in fact) >Sleep in until around 4pm >Just woke up >Here a distinct knocking from my closet door >Like, it wasn't a straight knock >It almost sounded as if it was a pattern >Hopefully it was just me dreaming >Still creeped me the hell out

>Move into another new house >First night there >Laying in bed >Suddenly overcome with extreme fear >Cannot move >Sweating >Feel an extremely strong presence move past my door >I can feel it >It goes >Freaking scared >Too scared to look >Lay in bed waiting for it to come back >Eventually fall asleep >Nothing becomes of it

>Be now >In same house as above >Every other night hear something moving in my attic >Like literally, running across the length of the house >Parents have heard it too >Thinking about recording the sound >Thinking about investigating by actually going up and looking >Probably just an animal, still creepy though



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Didn't happen to me but it happened to a friend of mine. > go see Paranormal Activity 2 with mates > movie finishes and part ways > get home and get in bed > turn on tv and put a movie on > just about to fall asleep at tv falls over > NOPE > get up and fix the tv > turns off tv but leaves speakers on > speakers start making random sounds > NOPE.jpg > next morning > walk down the stairs and the wall has the big scratch marks from the top of the stairs to the bottom > NOPE.jpg.gif > dad asks if I had been in the manhole cause it was open > NOPE.jpg.gif.exe.bat.mp4.mp3



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I'm back /x/philes.

>Be around 18 >Out with 3 friends, the two from my original posts, plus one that was a new friend that wanted to be part of our paranormal investigation team. >Decide to go to an abandoned hotel, used to be an Executive Inn. >Go into the main dining hall where they held parties for wealthy folks around here >Hear the distinct sound of a cocktail shaker coming from behind the bar >I NOPE hard, but for some dumb reason, everyone else is still gung ho >Look behind the bar, find a 24 piece set of engraved shot glasses and high ball glasses. >New guy wants them, I tell him to screw off because we're explorers not burglars. >We continue through the decaying hotel and find rooms left untouched by the fire that caused the place to close >So far so good >Find the pool, dried up of course >Find the front desk, empty, slightly charred. >We split up to cover more ground >I hate splitting up on investigations because it invalidates some findings >I get a call some minutes later >"We're all waiting in the van" >I GTFO >Find out that new guy went back for the glasses and legged it >Hasn't investigated with us since.

It was clear that someone had been living on the top floor for a while too. Loads of porn, syringes. What gets me is that there was no shaker behind the bar. Just he glasses and two white rags.



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>On a store run with buddy one night >Rain coming down hard and thick >Turn on to main road to see a huge animal on its side in the middle of the road >We were in a pickup and I could have reached my hand out the window and touched it it was so huge >Dirty white/gray fur, four legged, like a mutant sheep dog >Obviously dead >People are driving around it like it's nothing >Buddy doesn't say anything >Finally, when were down the road a mile or so I ask If he saw that huge freaking animal in the middle of the road. > I saw it. I don't want to talk about it. >WTF?!?! >Refuses to talk about it whenever I bring it up. >Had werewolf nightmares for a week after we saw it.



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> be 14 or 15 years old > driving home from somewhere with my pops > driving down a fairly rural road, both sides are tobacco fields > suddenly, out of nowhere, cop car comes flying by with sirens and lights > see it veer off into one of tobacco fields > has it's spotlight on something white > looks like a white rhinoceros or something > cop gets out of his car > rhinoceros-thing charges him > cop runs back in and peels out of there > rhino was taller and bigger than cop car > could have easily crushed it > instead, went running into woods > I live in New England; rhinos wouldn't survive a week in our climate > ask dad if he knew what that was > says he had no freaking clue (first time I ever heard him swear, too) > drive home > he calls police (this was before cell phones, mind you) > they say they have situation under control > he asks operator what that thing was > they say situation is under control and thank him for contacting them > they hang up on him > nothing about it in the papers, nobody else around to see it > dad still brings it up every time I see him > at work, he calls a really difficult engineering problem a "white rhino of a problem"

sucks that I'll never know what it was...



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>Passing through small New England town >Locals aren't friendly, all look like inbreds and/or fish >nope'd on outta there, after sleepless night >Certain I was followed on my way out of town



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> godfather's 98-year-old mother died about four years ago > didn't know her that well > at her wake, talked to my godfather about her > his brother loves to talk about how she was the only one who could beat my godfather at scrabble > my brother reminisces about how we used to get a grape soda for visiting her > I recollect how she used to give me a 2-dollar bill when I was good > my dad remembers when she reached her 80's, she used to complain that crows would ring her doorbell > sad event, but get over it > later that night, go over my friend's house > he asks what we wanted to do that night > another friend comes over with a board game > it's scrabble > think nothing of it > start playing > friend plays the word "crow" > think nothing of it > later in game, I play "door" and another friend plays the word "bell" off of it. > start to get a bit freaked out > order pizza > friend picks it up at door > walks in with a 2-liter bottle of grape soda because they were all out of orange > Gives us all our change > says pizza guy gave him something weird > it's a freaking 2-dollar bill > gives it to me and says, "You should have it."

NOPE NOPE NOPE



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>Walking down country lane >Weather's crap. Thick fog, drizzles >Hear a roar across the countryside >Instantly more paranoid, as the fog's thick >Keep walking >Silhouettes become noticeable in the fog >Men, and women, grouped together in the dirt trail "Good afternoon." >They turn at my voice >They look like they were attacked >Ragged clothes, unkempt hair, scratches all over them >I keep walking >Footsteps behind, begin running >Don't stop until the next town.



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>Trying to AP one night. >Body twitching. ignore. >twitching gone. body tingling and heavy. ignore. >lose sense of hearing. Everything goes blank. >lose sense of self. so what? >psychically connect with a being that feeds off of fear >OH CRAP >wait... >I had a dream. it looked like a pathetic attempt to arouse me, using symbolic images and conjuring up feelings. >I wake up 6 hours later like wat >the connection was still live for a few more minutes, so I said "that was your attempt? It sucked pretty bad." >it chuckled and said "I know right?" >noped the hell out of the day

I will admit, the dream was pleasant.



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>Be 9 >Over at best friend's house >Sleeping on top bunk of bunk bed >Window above to look out at stars >Be almost asleep >See odd shadow walk past doorway, freak out >Hide under covers for twenty minutes >Poke head out cause it was hot as hell >Look up at window, see something odd. >Focus harder, see horrifying face with blood red eyes >Face starts screaming and pounding on window >Scream with ear shattering proportions while pissing pants >His parents come in, face is gone >NOPE. >Find out years later guy killed himself in that room >NNNNOOOOPPPPPPEEEEE

Bumping with moar.

>Me and best friend are like brothers >Even did the blood brothers pact >Look out for eachother like bros should >One night, watchin movies in his basement, 15 at the time >Already have fair share of paranormal experiences >Out of the corner of my eye, keep seeing white blur float by >Ignore it >Keeps happening. >Look over at bro who had just gasped >Face is sickley white, staring at something behind me >Turn around, see woman in white dress staring at us from distance >Nope the hell out of there cause she has no eyes >More crap happened that night, even more screwed up

Shall I go on?

Bumping with more to kindle the fire.

>Same night as no eyed lady incident >Man the hell up to get a drink with bro >Everything to drink is in garage >Walking through hallway to get to shortcut to garage >Me and bro still really spooked >Trying to keep it together >Start hearing whispers in hallway, bro does too >Fight or flight, both choose to fight >Turn corner, see black eyed lady literally inches from my face >Suddenly starts screaming, can smell the fires of hell coming from her mouth >lolnope, flight it is >Turn around and board up door to friend's door with furniture >Stake it out until the sun comes up >Could hear crying coming from hall all night long >Nope



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If I have a story that's not exactly NOPE, should I still post it in this thread? I will anyway.

This gravestone, which is pictured from different angles here, is located in my local cemetery. It might be hard to tell from this picture, but the top has skeleton-like hands carved into it. When I showed it to my sister, and when I showed her that if you laid your hands over one another they'd fit perfectly, she nope'd out of there.





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>not sure how old,but young,just got new dog >playing with it outside >hear my name called >ask my mom what she wants(other side of the yard) >she said she didn't say anything >nope the hell inside with puppy

>years later,brother sleeping in living room >wakes up to a voice calling his name and telling him to open the door saying it's his girlfriend >thinks about it,doesn't seem right.nopes back to bed >calls girlfriend next day,didn't come over at all



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>be 15 >out with some cousins in the country side >we're exploring the woods and crap cause I live in the city and I never get to do that >we come across a river and it's extremely fast moving pretty deep so we walk along it >we meet a man that says he's a hermit and tells us that there's a bridge about a half mile down >we walk and find the bridge and decide to cross it >we get to the other side and the same hermit guy is there and looks pissed, but waves at me >we keep walking >look back and he's chasing us >tell my friends to run >they look back >no one is there >NOPE



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Mum won the lottery 6 days after I was adopted, been set ever since.

>Be 24, just about finished getting doctrite in english >Tutoring some froshes about Beowulf outside near the woods on campus >Weird stories about those woods passed around occasionally on campus >Some bum supposedly was too doped up, killed some people, brought their bodies to the woods >Offed himself after he came down cause of what he did >Everytime I tutor out there, hear screams and sobbing, then a gunshot >Nope



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>Be 13 >Parents go out on date night >Be all alone in my house with my dog >Midnight rolls around and I decide to get some sleep >Lay in bed and dog hops up with me >5-10 mins later hear 3 faint knocks, dog pops her head up >Lay in bed ignoring it >3 more knocks a bit louder sound off' >get out of bed, go into hallway and turn on light >cautiously look out peep hole to front door, no one there >turn off hallway light and get back into bed, dog still in bed >5 minutes pass once again >hear 3 knocks coming from other side of my wall >Dog starts growling, I NOPE the nope under my covers >sounds stops for a good 15 minutes >get out of covers and lay normally.. >Knock sounds off right as I do so >sit there for a second and then decide to knock back > Knock wall slightly three times >3 Loud knock sound back and I feel walls shake >Dog hops up and starts barking at door, growling >Nope the hell out of my bed, turn light on and retreat to the far corner of my room >Three more Pounds sound off on walls and dog is still tripping the hell out >I Nope the hell out in the corner until my parents return to find me in the fetal position crying and my dog sitting alert in front of my door.

Ha, my parents thought I was just super paranoid because I was by myself... but my dog knows what went down... I'll tell you what.



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>Be 20 >last month I had to watch an old lady while her Neice went to the store. >was told about her husband dying >don't much but send my regards >Neice has been gone for almost 30 minutes >Hear car parking up the driveway >See that it's her neice >Go back to old ladie's room >some dude runs into the closet >I have a small freakout >Grab broom stick >angrily march to the closet and I start poking the clothing >Hear steps in the hallway >run towards the hallway to see old guy with exposed lungs walk across the room I was facing >nope the hell out >Neice walks in as soon as I head down the stairs and asks me what the hell had just happened! >mfw I started to think I was on Scare Tactics! >that feel when she said "RUN!"



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>A few days ago. >Talking to my sister about Slenderman. >She tells me that a week before, when I was at a friend's, she looked into my room and saw a tall, black shadow standing by the wardrobe. >Assume she's BSing me. >See her serious face. >She's not BSing. >Remember a few weeks ago when I saw a dark shadow sitting on a chair in her room. >Tell her. >She gets scared. >Tells me that she sometimes sees the shadow lying on Mum's bed. >I thought I was the only one that saw it there and that I was just being paranoid. >NOPE.



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>Be 17 >Watching season 2 of Marble Hornets with m8 >Decide to ask brother if he wants to watch >Walk to his room alone >No lights are on >See him just freaking standing on his bed >Ask him if he wants to watch >He starts snickering >I give up and walk to the bathroom to crap >Hear what sound like sweeping >It's coming from his room >Flush and head back to my room >On the way I look inside brother's room >He isn't there >We finish watching MH >Decide to drive me and my buddy to town >See brother walking FROM town >We NOPE all over the car >Pull over >Ask him why he is walking from town >He got in an argument with Mother >Tell him about what I saw >He NOPEs the hell out >We go to see Captain America



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I think I've posted this before. Can't remember. But her and I are no longer friends.

>elementary school, sleepover with best friend in her house for first time >explore house, she say I'm not allowed in the room before the bathroom since her grandfather lives there and doesn't want to be woken up at night >after the lights are off, I'm not allowed to leave the bedroom >lol whatever, I'll be sleeping anyways >naturally wake up and really have to pee, try to wake up friend to show me back to the bathroom >she doesn't wake up, go on my own, accidentally open gradfather's room >grandmother is still awake in her rocker, I apologize >relieve bladder, go back to room but get stopped in kitchen by grandmother >"You really shouldn't be out here." >go back to room, get really weird feeling >wake up, tell friend what happened >her grandmother has been dead for years >the porcelein dolls that line her room were from her grandmothers collection >look at walls,realize what creepy feeling was >all dolls were all facing me >noped so hard I never slept there again



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Happened a year ago and I can't be certain it actually happened. I might have been sleeping, but whatever.

>fall >working outside of my house raking leaves and generally cleaning the porch >bought new phone earlier to replace my old phone which broke almost entirely >placed the old phone near the trash >heard texting noise, grabbed my new phone >new phone won't turn on >pissed >see old phone turned on >it's almost broken in half and cracked everywhere >tries to put the phone together to see text >text reads some jumbled text that are not possible on a phone >old phone turns off and new phone turns on >new phone receives call with unknown caller ID >answer call anyway >no answer >look back at old phone which is now in pieces only connected by the wires >old phone is calling new phone >no >put new phone up to ear one last time >hear heavy breathing >smash old phone and the end the call

Ever since I believe it was a dream. Is it because I want it to be a dream?



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>Be 7 >Live in the country >Have woods behind our house >Decides to go exploring >Gets hopelessly lost >Getting close to dark >Starts to cry >Sees a man walk by in a dark green robe >Ask the man for help >The man turns to me slowly >Can't see face because of the hood >"Why are you out so far away from home, little boy?" >Voice is very creepy yet oddly comforting >Tell him I was exploring >He laughs and tells me to follow him >Follow him to my house >Turn around to thank him but he is gone >NOPE

No idea what that was. Of course my parents didn't believe me and I ended up getting grounded for three weeks.



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>be 20, waiting in hospital lobby for dr's appointment > raining pretty hard > reading a book they had there > weird article said 5% of people we see aren't really there, people like passersby that we don't pay attention to > effect most likely to occur when static noise is constantly heard >more unstable minds experience more vividly this type of phenomenon >look up >it was just me sitting in the lobby >I swore the room was full of people >skip doctors appointment



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Here's some OC.

>be a few months ago >hike up a mountain for camping with 2 of my best bros >snowy as hell (canadian) >arrive late to campsite, find shelter >too late to dig door out, pitch tent instead >eat crappy food, go to tent >talk about girls, life, other crap finally go to sleep >around 2 am wake up to piss >hear shuffling sounds in snow >friends wake up cause it's loud >we are unreasonably scared, it's too early in the season for bears, probably some small mammal >start to freak the hell out >eventually sounds go away >all three of us bust out of the tent in total darkness screaming and brandishing makeshift weapons >all go to piss shaking with fear and adrenaline >go back to sleep >wake up 7am >step outside tent >look around tent >I'm no Bear Grylls, but even I can see the tracks >holy sweet hell bare human feet >NOPE >all to a different campsite >meet other campers >they experienced same thing. >all 5 of us tent together in 3 man tent >stay up all night >go home and get a and w with new bros

>scarier then it sounds



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>be 20 >be in the marines, deployed to Afghanistan >region the Soviets fought in like 30 years earlier >walking back to my platoons tent from phone center to talk to family, it's like 11:30 at night >hear some people talking, think it's just some other dudes >notice that they're speaking russian >know some Russian, kinda make out what they're saying >just normal conversation, nothing strange about the context >realize there's nobody else around me >getting kinda weirded out >say "privet" (hello in russian) for the hell of it >hear someone ask how I'm doing (in Russian, of course) >hear second voice tell first voice to 'stop talking to the american' >NOPE all the way back to the tent >mfw I talked to dead Russians



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>be 19, still living at home but housesitting for a family friend one night while they are on vacation >about 9 pm, I can't sleep .>suddenly overcome with this weird mad rage like I had never felt before in my life > pace back and forth through the house with nervous energy > have this overwhelming urge to go back to my parents house and take all of the firearms and ammo in the house > I have no idea what I would do with it, but the compulsion is incredibly strong and it scares me > I hear this voice of intuition in my head, telling me I will know exactly what to do with a firearm when I have it in my hands > and telling me that consequences don't matter anymore > keep pacing the floor, thinking about it all night > it really disturbs me, so I just keep pacing, hoping it will go away >around 4 am, I suddenly get extremely tired and suddenly stagger into bed (cont in next post)

>wake up around 7am with sleep paralysis > I can hear the dogs at the house and all up and down the street barking and howling and growling like crazy, all at once > I can hear the neighbors outside yelling for their dogs to shut up > I think I should get up and check to see why the dogs are freaking out > but I can't move. I am awake but I can't move. > I start to panic > then I hear my mother's voice whisper in my ear, telling me >"It's ok. go back to sleep, honey." >just like she used to do when she would kiss me on the cheek to say goodbye before he left for work early in the mornings > (I was a latchkey kid) >stop panicking > fall back into a deep sleep. > wake up around noon > there's like twenty voicemail messages since 7:30 am and the phone has been ringing off the hook > I slept through all of it

> check messages, find out my mother had comitted suicide that night and was pronounced dead around 7 am >she got up that morning around 4 am, like usual, to get ready for work > she dressed and put on makeup > then she went through the house and collected all the guns, cleaned them and laid them out on the coffee table >and shot herself in the face with a 44 >my brothers still live in that house >they say that the toilets flush and the faucets and showerheads turn on when they are out of the room >if mom is haunting the place she's not very scary >just sad. and wasting water. >she used to turn the faucets on when she didn't want us to hear her crying > after that night I've never had another urge to touch a gun

> mfw I would rather be haunted by a bro ghost



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This is a pretty good one

>Went to a sleep away camp every year from the ages of like 10-15 >Camp has its own classic ghost story (Crazy Annie) >Counselors tell us she lives in the abandoned cabin way back in the forest (called it the rusty knife) >Blow it off as just a story to scare kids away from the cabin, as it was falling apart >Last day of last year I could go to this sleep away camp >See that I have about 10 pictures left on my disposable camera >Surewhynot.jpg >Walk out to rusty knife (all the counselors were busy organizing the kids as it was move out day) >Don't see anything weird, just looks like an old cabin >Use the remaining film to take ten pictures of the cabin, all from different angles >Weeks later >Mom gets film developed >Looking through pictures >All of them are crystal clear >Get to rusty knife pictures >Hmm that's weird >Strange orange blur >Next picture >Same blur (at a different angle) >Noway.jpg >Next picture >Same blur >All of the pictures of that cabin have the same strange blurry swirl running through the cabin so that you can't see it clearly >Nope the hell out and hide those pictures

Freaking creepy yo.



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> staying with my aunt and uncle in a small redneck town >everybody knows everybody else > uncle Bob works nights at a warehouse > one night my aunt wakes up suddenly in the middle of the night feeling strange > she walks out to the car wearing just her pajamas and slippers, like a sleepwalker > she gets in and drives to the nearest medical center about an hour away >she sits down in the lobby of the emergency room, waiting, but she doesn't know what she is waiting for > a few minutes later a team of paramedics bring my uncle Bob in > he had been crushed under a shipping crate that fell when the cable on a crane lift broke >this was in the days before cellphones > the town is small and rural enough that everybody knows everybody else > the paramedics, the night clerks at the medical center - they all saw my aunt walk in the door in this weird trance state before anybody knew her husband was coming in > the whole town is kinda creeped out by her now



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>live in a crappy low-rent neighborhood that was full of crack addicts >through my window I heard the crack addicts shuffling past in their urine stained rags, groaning and muttering madness and coughing as their minds and lungs rot away >it sounded like the audio track to a zombie flick out there >this went on for years - some died, some disappeared >now the crackheads have been replaced by younger kids doing bath salt and crystal meth and dirty coke cocktails in the alleyway >now they stalk around all night making weird animal noises and clawing at the walls and bickering and threatening to kill each other

All I can think, when the they wake me up at night with those feral noises, is that someday, one of those kids is going to chew somebody's face off, and I will be the first one to hear it.



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>Be 11 >Playing outside >Hear odd noise >Don't give a hell >Hear noise again >Look around >See furry thing like Cousin It >NOPE.avi >Tell friends next day >We name it the Yam and assemble a hunting party >See nothing



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>be a year back >decide to go hunting in lush area near Canadian border >about two hours past during hunting >see some house abandoned >broken windows and can see the house interior through them >"well, nobody is living here, might as well check it out" Normally I wouldn't do this but that day I was in a happy mood cause I found a hidden box in the woods a day earlier with a nintendo 64 in it and some games

>check out house looking for any loot >average house, nothing too peculiar >go down stairs into basement >real dark >turn on basement light >fear ensues >stairs collapse when I try to run back up >take closer look at basement where I see red substance dripping from ceiling and pink fluffs or possibly meat on ground and a skeletal pig head in the corner >NOPENOPENOPE >hear steps from upstairs >NOPE! >freak the hell out and get my gun >pointed at basement door which is about to open >friendly park ranger >sigh of relief >ranger asks what I'm doing here and I explain my intentions, except the part of looting things >ranger is shocked about this house almost as much as I do >he says he recalls some story about a guy who used to live here that was real skinny and tall >he drives me back home and says he'll get somebody to destroy the house

Not very paranormal, but I guess it can be considered.



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> 10 > Parents decide to move to country cause city is too violent > Move 30 miles to nowhere missouri just out side odessa > Hickville, nothing to do. >Living there for a few months decide one day to explore woods near house. > Enter woods and find old path follow path. > walking for like half an hour path dumps into small clearing. > In the middle of the clearing is the shell of an old house. > Cool > I get excited run up and start looking at house. > rusty old junk and debris pile everywhere 10yo. > find a shiny old coin worn and gold > ohh get excited even more start looking for more coins. > suddenly I feel a strong hand grip the back of my neck > hear voice it says "Boy wotcha doin har, this not no place fer a little fellar to be playin at. You run on home boy." > Hand lets go of neck, get pushed from behind. > Look behind noone there. > nope out. > run all the way home > get home not tell parents vow never go in woods again.



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Not an image but something that happened to me last night.

I haven't slept since Thurs (I lay there and think) and I may have manic depression. Anyway it's extremely humid in my apt. and all I have is a Vornado fan I put on my bed (I sleep in the living room). I usually pitch my heaviest blanket like tent using my office chair and my backpack. I left the window open because I wanted some oxygen.

Around 1:00 I heard a banging against the window. I thought might have been a bird (my room faces a building so it's not wind but there are a lot of perches). I shrugged it off and laid there thinking. In the background I could hear some party down the hall and some drunken laughter.

I heard a loud scratching at the door and thought it was my roomie's dog needing to piss but I didn't see anyone open the door but the door opened and I felt a weird weight on my foot. It wasn't the dog because he sleeps beside my feet and when the cat sleeps on my feet, she paws it.

About ten minutes in, I stare up and see something push down on my blanket. This is when I freak out and get up. The door slams shut and weird thing: is it was locked when I got to the door.



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Freaking bump in hope of a proper nope thread.

>Doing work experience at a school >mixing bleach and other crap to get blood stain out of a linoleum floor >crap, ammonia >breathe in fumes by accident >Panic, kick bucket in fear >run like a wimp, didn't know why so scared >face first into something really hard, probably a locker >wake up 2 in the morning >look around, freaking cold >hear sound of running >look down hallway, it's too dark to see >flashlight time >see a kid, probably about 8 >mental blank >isn't this an adult education centre? >kid runs off >decide to follow, thinking he's a thief >turn down hallway, dead end >no where kid could've run, he's gone >NOPE NOPE NOPE >run the hell out of there, didn't do ANY cleaning >still got payed $500 for job >everythingwentbetterthanexpected.jpg

Later on that day I see on the news some cop found new evidence leading to the arrest of a man who killed an 8 year old boy in that exact building.



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>16 years old. >Parents tell me they are going to New York for the week, bought me plenty of food and drink, plus the new (at that time) Halo 3 >They leave >Ohhellyes.gif >Moday, tuesday pass. Halothon making me exhausted. >Go to bed. >Get woken up by loud as hell noise similar to a door slamming. >WHAT WAS THAT? >Peek outside my room to investigate. Walk into main room. >Saw a shape run past the doorway. >Must be seeing things due to lack of sleep >Turn on TV >Loud as hell static. Turn it off. >Room becomes completely quiet, not even the constantly running fish tank filter makes noise. >Goosebumps.png >Hear very clearly, as if right in my ear. >"I'm in the house." >Nearly craps myself. Sprints back into bedroom. >Spend all night clutching my dad's revolver (he taught me gun safety and crap.) >Morning comes. Leave the room, revolver in hand. >A freaking dead squirrel on coffee table. Fresh. >NOPENOPENOPE >Call parents. >"You're fine. Just get some sleep. Have to go now, toodles." >What the hell mom? >Clean up. They come home a couple days later. Go to McDonalds. >Every single light is burned out when we get back.



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>be 8 >eating dinner with my family >not paying attention >start looking at open door to my kitchen for no reason >suddenly a dog passes by the open door and continues down the hall >Don't have dog >No one else seemed to have seen it >escuse myself to the bathroom to look at what was there >Can't find any dog >Hallways extends into my mudroom so there was no way the dog could have came back without me seeing >Nope.jpg >Forget about incident >Be 12 >Be buying a dog for my family >We find cute dog that we buy >Nothing happens for about a year >Be 13 sitting eating dinner with parents > Suddenly see same dog pas by the open kitchen door as the one I saw when I was 8 >Escuse myself quickly to look >This time find my dog in the mudroom >Realize that my dog is the same exact dog I saw in my open kitchen door when I was 8 >Nope.jpg >Never ever able to look at my dog the same way again.



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Here's a story my Grandma told me once

>Her and my Grandpa sleeping >She wakes up around 3, Can't go back to sleep >Wanders out to the kitchen and sits around smoking and whatnot >Hears something in the backyard >Loos out window >Motherflipping guy standing outside her window with glowing red eyes >NOPE! >After being spotted guy walks away from the Window >She never seen or heard anything else >Next morning my Grandpa gets up >Grandma tells him the story >"Did you invite him in for coffee?"

Freaking Grandpa.. I love you man



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>Today >Walking down a few blocks to local grocery store >Have my camera with me and start taking pictures of random things to test out my new phone. >I go through my photos and notice this photo >Too beta to go look for the house I took the picture in.



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>be about 5 >having bad dreams about owls watching me outside my window >theyre freaking distressed over something, keep scratching at the window and stuff >wake up scared and run into mums room. she calms me down and I go back to sleep. >repeat >she tells me I was saying that the owls are in danger >after falling asleep again I dream about the owls all flying away peacefully >go in and tell my mum this >in ye morning she gets a call about my aunt who is obsessed with owls and collects figurines of them and crap >she died in her sleep that night



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>Waking up in the morning >Hear something like people talking/whispering in my room >Think it is my radio alarm clock >Wtf stupid alarm GTFO > Slam the snooze button repeatedly > whispering continues > Now fully awake, look at alarm clock > Alarm is not on > NOPE NOPE NOPE >freaking terrified, sitting in my bed >whispering continues for about 3 more minutes before fading away > YES THAT IS RIGHT GTFO > didn't sleep in that room for a week



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>be 10 >late saturday night >dad comes bolting into room >WTF >dad: "I thought I saw... nevermind." >15 minutes later >dad bolts into room again >dad: "Did someone just leave your room?" >me: "No, why?" >he invites me into the hallway >wait 30 minutes >shadow runs from room across mine into mine >dad: "Let's go." >Screw that crap ima chill >he goes into my room again >shadow runs out >he doesn't notice >nope.jpeg >go down stairs >turn all lights on >get on comp >look up realtors >sleep in living room (It was freaking worse!)



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>be 16 >having awesome sex dream >lady turns into putrid corpse with very little neck flesh remaining >wake up >go into bathroom >wash face >return to bed >putrid corpse on bed cracking own neck bones as if tring to remove head >wake up again >dream within dream >faith in reality shaken >too scared to sleep >stay in bed hoping you are awake



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>be 13 >only chore is to feed outside cats >located 50 yards behind house with no lighting >always forget to do it until late because lazy 13 year old >have to go out and do it and it is mega dark >get food and start walking out >someone walking behind me? >turn around, nothing, probably a cat getting some food >get to food area to dump food, see figure in moonlight 100 yards or so, tree >look down to dump food >look up figure is 50 yards closer, tree >start walking back to house >hear foot steps, look back >figure is 20 yards away and staring at me >run begging to get into light of porch

cats got fed at 3 pm every day from then on



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>be 11ish in bedroom >wake up at like 3 am need to piss >already noping hard out >get to door look out down dark hallway >see smiling head peak around the corner at other end of hall then moves back out of sight >HOLY MOTHER OF NOPE.jpg >close door jam toybox in front of it >spend whole night with light on holding power ranger toy ready to fight to death >we moved out about a month later

Asked dad about it last week and told my story he said he had been seeing similar crap ffor over a month decided screw this crap and moved us out made me hope even harder.



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>Be twenty minutes ago >Talking to couch surfer staying at my house >Hear massive crash/bang from upstairs, sounds like someone knocked a freaking dresser over >Start to go investigate >Roommate comes down the stairs >"Did you hear that?" >"Yeah, did you knock something over?" >"No. I thought someone was trying to break the front door down." >nope.jpeg >Search house inside and out for any clues, ask other roommates. No one has any idea, but everyone heard it. >Give up search >Get on /x/ >Start to put it out of my mind >Happens again ten minutes ago >Repeat search, nothing found >allofmynope.jpeg

What the heck is going on?

Me again, I tried to catch some sleep in the living room literally right after I posted.

>Be laying in living room >Headphones on >Geelstiredman.jpeg >Fall asleep >Ten minutes later giant crash again >Wake up >Can't get up or talk >nope.jpeg >Roommate comes to see if I heard the noise >My girlfriend says she heard it >Still can't talk >Start freaking out >Thrashing around on >Girlfriend asks if I'm ok >Suddenly can talk again >Explain what happened >Everything calms down >Go back to sleep >Horrible nightmares >Wake up again >Make sandwich and calm myself >Post about it

Gonna try to go back to sleep again, still kind of noping out



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I've told this one before but it was a while ago so screw u guys.

>be about 2 years ago >sitting in room on 4chan or whatev >Parents are both in living room watching TV, living room is literally right next to my room >hear sound of young woman coughing or vomiting pretty harshly, but sounds like it comes from the TV >mom comes into my room aprox. 3 seconds later asking all concernedly if I was ok, she heard me choking badly >Tell her it wasn't me, thought it was the TV >She says it wasn't the TV >noped.avi all night >stirr unexprained



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>Be 10 >Parents going through a violent divorce >Was made to stop at my crazy nan's house, which even for the 80's was a very outdated old home >She would never speak to me, but would always go to sleep way before it was dark by taking a lot of sleeping pills, leaving me to do what I want at night >From the first night and every night on, from her room I heard foot steps and and the cupboard door banging very loudly >Nope.jpg >Each night I was too scared to check, until one night I plucked up the courage >Walking down the corridor >As I approach the door, I hear the cupboard door open and foot steps towards the door, it opens slightly >An old ladies face, same as my grandmas but bold slowly comes through the door staring at me, mouth opened but made no sound >I screamed and ran as fast as I could >Got next door neighbor to phone police, they found no one >I got taken to my aunties instead >About 8 years later at my mom's funeral, whilst drunk she told me about that night >She said since she had a stroke, every night her twin that died at birth visited her, walking around her room, hiding under the bed and in the closet like a child, which is why she takes sleeping tablets every day >I pooped a little



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>be 18 >freaking tired from work >go home >crash in the bed >wake up many hours later >it's night >home completely dark >child laugh in the living room >wait... what? >must be dreaming >start getting up >more laughter >wtf >laughter, sound of a kid running around >coming towards room >passes straight through my the door and into the bathroom >Bathroom door's slammed >WTF >Jumps from bed towards door, close it and lock the hell up >a little more laughter, this time just outside my door >NOPE.jpeg

Took a few minutes to build the courage up and check the house, bathroom door was still closed, no sounds, nothing...

That Freaking house, had several Nope moments there... I don't even live there anymore and I'm still paranoid about locking doors and cheking every corner bafore going to bed...



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> Be 17 (2 years ago) > Wake up in middle of night > Look at bedsheet > Bed is covered with a black crawling mass > They're spiders, 100+ spiders > They're crawling over my pillow and over my whole bed > Run out of my room, screaming through the hallway to get away from spiders > Realised I was behaving irrational (this is the part where I fully woke up) > I've never even been scared of spiders, I keep insects as pets > Probably had some weird sleeping hallucination

I was literally there, screaming at night, in the hallway of my house.

I don't believe in ghosts or paranormal things but it was screwed UP.

It's amazing what your brain can do. It can change your reality.



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>Be last Saturday night. >Chatting with girlfriend on Skype. >Showing me music box her late grandfather made. It was a model banjo on a spinning base, and it played Oh Suzanna. >She winds it up a little bit. It plays for about five minutes. >Think to myself, "Good craftsmanship to be able to do that!" >It stops, we resume our shooting the crap. >A few minutes later, it starts to play. It plays through the song about two or three times. >"...femanon, did you touch that?" "No...what the hell??" >I can confirm: she, indeed, did not touch that. >Stops finally. >We're WATting our pants. >She picks it up to examine it. >Starts playing, but only for a few seconds. >I assume, "Oh, it's a loose gear! That explains that!" >She shakes it vigorously to test this. No innuendo intended. >Doesn't play at all. >Continue the WATting of the pants. >She sets it down. Doesn't play. >Testingly pokes it. Plays. >O_________________o <--- ofw >Continue trying to think of logical explanations. None are found. >Pause discussion so I can use the can. She takes this opportunity to go, too. >She puts the banjo and a bracelet she was wearing on the floor. >We both return. The bracelet is around the banjo, and the banjo is on her coffee table. >WATting of pants ceases. Wetting of pants engages. >She's freaked out, so she books it to her bedroom.



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>be watching videos on synchtube >have bathroom light on, was about to take a shower >someone posted an uboa video >"brb gonna take a shower" in chat >look at bathroom, light goes out >NOPE >I was the only one awake at the time >I go to check if the bulbs had burned out >they work just fine >someone/ something turned off the lights



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>be little kid >live in a trailer park >not that bad of a place >could have sworn my great grandma would visit us sometimes >once or twice from what I can remember >first time I remember seeing her >I woke up in the middle of the night for a glass of water from the kitchen >and noticed the tv was on full blast >static was playing >confused >go into the living room to turn it off >get half way there when an old woman sits up from the couch >says hi >don't freak out >too young to register this event was abnormal >she says she was my grandma >ask what the hell was that, not in those exact words >we call my actual grandma mime(mee-mee) >she says it's my mom's mom's mom >we exchange a few words and she plays with me for a little bit >go to back to sleep after a while >never turned off the tv >a few days later fall asleep on the living room couch >wake the hell up >she's standing over me >more like freaking hovering >once again don't register the freaking weirdness of the situation >tells me to go back to sleep, iv apparently had a long day >tv is blaring static once more >fall asleep >wake up >tv blaring static >mfw a few years later I learned my great grandma had been admitted to a hospital before I was born due to cancer >mfw realizing that the woman couldn't have been related to me in any way, we looked nothing alike >mfw she couldn't have broken in >no windows were broken and all the doors were locked those nights



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>Be like 15 or some crap >Sitting at computer >computer is next to bedroom door, which is wide open >see something in the corner of my eye, leaning up against my computer desk >looked small and black, but couldn't really tell >think "oh I must've left something leaning there and I just noticed it now." >for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to fully look at it >my head refused to leave the computer screen >pay no attention to it >suddenly I heard it slide down, like it just slipped and fell over >I sigh and reach over to pick it up >nothing there >nope.jpg

I was home alone at the time with the exception of my Rottweiler, whom was very old and overweight and asleep in the kitchen.



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> be 2008, roughly 19 at the time > chilling at a friend's house, playing vidya and eating pizza > decide to leave at 4am > car breaks down halfway > no phone > forced to walk two miles back to my house

> walking by an old house where this ancient woman and her ogre of a son live > oh hey, someone is sitting on the porch > oh hey, someone is sitting on the porch at 4:30 in the morning, what the hell? > chills. chills everywhere > get closer, now right in front of the house > look to the right > oh crap that's not a person > whatever it is, it's freaking huge but frail as hell > pale as hell > nothing even remotely resembling eyes, just black pits > looks ill, which somehow makes it worse > stare at it for freaking ever, frozen in place

> suddenly regain control > NOPE.JPG like I never have before > bolt for my house > just my luck, it's locked > beat on door for what felt like hours > brother opens the door finally > totally slept in the same bed as him, no homo

> went to get my car the next day > on the way back, see it again in some woods > not so afraid anymore, it seems rather pitiful

> never saw it again



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> downstairs one night while the wife was in eastern shore visiting her friend > finish making food and go to go up to my room > on the landing after the first flight of stairs is a room to my right > stop at landing hearing wifes voice to come out into the pitch black room to kill a bug > NOPE.jpg my a** up the stairs and locked my door. > she got home around 1:30 the next day.



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> be around 4 or 5 > Mother and siblings upstairs > Father is at the pub > Waiting under the table for him to come home (always had chewing gun in his pockets) >Waiting forever. > Dad comes home, puts coat over the chair by the table > Steal gum from pocket >Score > go to move out from under the table > Crap it's really dark > Hear something groan > Look into the abyss of living room > See something that looks like Simon Weston (pic related) > what > It keep staring at me > Like a puss, I scream and run > Get in trouble

What the hell was that thing? haunted me for years. I learned from my mother later that she and my father had some ghostly experiences with a similar figure. Turned out the house I was living in (newly built) was on the site of an old paper mill that burned down in like 1912.



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>be 10 >at grandpas house >downstairs playing games >hear grandpa yell >ohgod.jpeg >run upstairs >grandpa left for work an hour ago >then who was phone >hear high pitched scream downstairs >nope.jpeg >no one downstairs all the doors are open >turn the lights off >all doors slam shut >250%NOPE >here my grandmothers voice whisper in my ear "Where am I?" >MAXIMUM NOPE >hide in garage until grandpa gets home

My grandma died almost exactly a year earlier.



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>get home from work at 10 PM-ish >feel restless >decide to go for a late-night jog >just keep running and running >GPS on my phone says I've been running for almost three miles >dafuq >decide to turn back to avoid exhaustion >still looking at phone >screen goes blurry, random colored lines suddenly appear >stop in my tracks, try to fix phone >screen goes completely black >battery was charged, but it won't turn on >hear a car engine turn over behind me >oh hell man, just when I don't have my phone there's a rapist killer stalking me >run run run >see headlights behind me >turn >see nothing >dafuq2.0 >run faster than I ever have in my entire life >hear a child humming >OH CRAP I'M PASSING THE CREEPY PLAYGROUND >thisisn'thappening.gif.png.bmp.mp4 >hear giggling >IT'S JUST MY IMAGINATION >keep running >hear something scraping the chain-link fence >suddenly hear a demonic voice pathetically yelp, "STOP" >appease the demon and stop >turn to fence >see glowing eyes >throw water bottle at eyes >NOPE NOPE NOPE

And that was the story of how I never went there again. I posted this on /x/ when it happened, but I'm still creeped the hell out.

My phone was fine when I got home.



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>live in los angeles >went to disneyland around late 80s with family >went to haunted house >exit haunted house, sis was crying >we ask why she says she felt a bony hand on back of her neck >she said she immediately turn and saw no one >we all laugh at her >she still said it happened to this day



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>be 5 or 6 >chillin' in bed >there's a dollhouse parallel to my bed >suddenly bright lights come on inside the doll houses's tiny windows >they blink and crap >some unnamable jingle starts playing pretty loudly >I don't have any electric toys or anything, pretty much all I have is this stuffed dog thing >flip the hell out >yell >mom comes in >tell her what happened >she looks in the doll house >there's nothing in there that could have made the sound >It couldn't have been something projected from the windows either, because I had a tiny room that didn't even have any windows. The door was cracked. >mf the rest of the night



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>Be around 10, first time going to a scout camp. >Old-ish amusement park and bunker near it >Explore with the Scout Leader and the rest of the scouts >Inside bunker that has what seems like a labyrinth of caves with tons of cave crickets and ankle-deep water >I get seperated from the scouts and I shout constantly for them, eventually giving up after fifteen minutes of yelling out names. >Crickets are constantly making noises, until they eventually stop and the only noise left is me sloshing through the water, trying to find the other kids. >Eventually, I hear a loud splash and a high-pitched scream. >NOPE NOPE NOPE >Keep running and I have the balls to look behind me >Crickets are falling off the walls and ceilings behind me as if they're dying. >Hear odd breathing that sounds like someone is gurgling on something. >get back, never tell anyone until years later.

I still don't know what the hell happened there, this was an abandoned concrete bunker that was broken down. When you went inside the hatch at the top of the hill that concealed it, after a few feet it went straight into a bunch of caves, It was somewhere in either deep northwest Texas or Oklahoma, I didn't pay attention to where we were for the two days. I've been absolutely terrified of caves ever since this entire experience has happened.



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>Be 11 >Friend sleeping over >Be wimp with door open looking down hallway >See Beethoven bust on top of statue >Friend and I talking about crap under a fort we built >Look down hallway, see Beethoven head turned towards us >Look at friend, he saw it too. >Nope.jpg slept with the door closed for the first time ever.



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>one year ago >Sitting on bus only me and bus driver >get off on my stop >start walking home from shopping with friends >leave friends, start to walk alone >see people walking toward me >I avoid them >I start listening to music >notice everyone is sad, like in my music >starts to notice people don't even care that I'm walking >keep moving past them >a man grabs me by the solider and turns me around with the world most demonic eye >he says "Kid, look stop walking like there are other people here, it's 11 at night, go home >flips out and yells >he looks at me and says "[Blackness] don't forget our deal" >turned back no one walking past me >NOPE NOPE NOPE >it was 3pm when I started walking



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>A few years ago >have a house in a private neighborhood >house is by the lake, really nice view >find a cat outside the house in the middle of the night >this is actually really strange nobody around us had outdoor cats >decide to check where the mailboxes are to see if someone posted a "lost pet" poster for the cat on the bulletin board >drive up to it, light turns on since it has a sensor >see only one missing pet poster for a cat, no picture, says call whenever if found >Call number, get "this number is no longer available" lady >Mid announcement, heavy static cuts in and a deep voice says, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but you need to STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" >Right when he yells "stop," the filament burst in the light >NOPE.dec >High-tail it to my car and drive the hell out of there. >cat still at my house >doesn't leave until morning >phone breaks a week later

That was longer than I thought it would be...sorry about that



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Before I tell you my tale here's some backstory:

>Urban legend in town of crybaby alley >Alley located behind abandoned apartment complexes, abandoned in 1970s >Alley leads into dead end squared off area with overgrowth and graffiti of children crying >Graffiti looks like 30 years old, very weathered >Depicts what looks like people on roof having fun and child crying in pool of filth >According to myth one of the top level apartments was inhabited by strange woman who never left >One night hear screaming from house >Police are called >Find woman crying in corner holding newborn baby >Blood everywhere, placenta on floor, woman bleeding, must be taken by force to hospital >Woman was pregnant but never told anyone >Nobody ever finds out how she got pregnant >Never tells anyone, apparently thought doctors would kill baby, wimp might've been bonkers >Never leaves house with baby >Frequently has fits of rage after baby is born and leaves it locked in closet when it won't stop crying >Halloween night, party on roof above her place >So much noise, baby crying, locks baby in closet, party still making noise, baby crying louder, freaking out occurs >Storms upstairs with crying baby and starts screaming at people >Freak looks like she has never showered >Baby won't stop crying >People laugh at her tell her to get the hell off the roof and take brat with her >She throws baby off of roof in front of everyone to get them to stop >suddenlywaytooreal >Woman is institutionalized >Myth goes on to state that anyone who goes into the alley on Halloween around 2-3 a.m. will encounter the sound of a baby crying

>Hear it for first time. Shrug it off. >Mom works at old folks home. Decide to ask elder locals about it >Never answer directly, some seem uneasy >One lady gets angry and doesn't answer, just throws random fit that makes no sense and Im asked to leave >Friends bring it up on halloween night months later >Decide screw it, let's go to the place >Have no idea where it is, but gf of the time does >We go there >See the path to alleyway leads into absolute darkness >Starting to nope hard but want to impress gf >"Let's check it out." I say cautiosly >Slowly all start heading into darkness >Step on fallen twigs from overgrowth >Somehow scariest sound of my life >Keep moving forward at snail pace >Gf grabs hand, all friends behind me following closely, I am pack leader >Get into the closed off area at end of alleyway >Can't see a freaking thing >Cell phone light to the rescue >Trees and bushes casting ominous shadows >Enveloped in absolute darkness, the darkest dark >Start to hear strange mumbling sounds >It's not the leaves, it's not the wind, there is no wind, only the weirdest freaking sound ever >Nope.jpeg.gif.avi.mov >All stumble around to find exit >Hear bushes rustling hard as if theres something in there that was sleeping and just woke up >Cracking sounds >SCREWITIMOUT >Running past old garage door that I didn't notice before >Suddenly BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGABNGBANGABNG >NOPENOPENOPEIMOUTTAHERENOPE >All scream for our very lives and run as fast as we can >Don't stop running until several blocks away >All look at each other >whattheheckjusthappened.jpg >Never tell anyone, never get answer, never go back to that place



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>Old vcr is in basement >dad says it doesn't work anymore >plug it in anyway, hit power button >vcr doesn't come on >clock radio sitting on top of it starts playing music >clock radio isn't plugged in... >unplug vcr and run upstairs >didn't go back in the basement for a week



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>me and my cousin (about 6 or 7 years old) in the woods behind my grandma's house >we used to always play hide-and-seek there >go deeper into the forest than usual >find a camping tent with clothes, blood, and fur everywhere >smell is freaking grotesque >start walking back, nervous >hear rustling in the bushes about 20 ft away >stop and listen for a second >ohgodwhy.jpg >hear the most high pitched, terrifying scream freaking ever >NOPENOPENOPE >book it back to grandma's house >never speak of it until 8 years later

Then came the discovery

>now, 8 years later (about 14 years old now) >on youtube looking up cryptozoology >click on "Bigfoot in Arizona" >watch the video, no biggie >until the end part >lady on the video says "We even have audio of the creature. Wanna hear?" >SAME FREAKING SHRILL, TERRIFYING SCREAM >NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE.AVI.JPG.BMP.MOV.BAT >close youtube >run outside >hair standing up on the back of my neck >heavily breathing

I still cringe and get INSANE goosebumps everywhere when I hear that god forsaken noise.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsoTUy0-BjQ

2:50



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>few years ago >only one home wit dog >live in 2 floor house

(Basement is living room/parents/laundry room)

>watching tv downstairs with dog >hear exact sound as if my dog was running thru the hallway upstairs >no one else there >sprint outside wit dog and wait hours for mom to get home



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>Be 21-ish >Living in Mayport, FL >Supposedly haunted by dead pirates >Late night on computer >For no reason, I look at the entrance of the room >See figure of a man >pirateghost.wma >Turn on light in room >Nothing >Turn on light in hallway >Nothing >Turn on light in bathroom >See shower curtain move >Man up, open shower curtain >Nothing >Every light in the house stayed on until my wife came home



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Alright, I don't know what it could be. A demon? A guardian? A ghost that's trying to communicate? Slenderman?

>be yesterday >family and I going to the Cheesecake Factory >gotta go out of the way to pick up brother from friend's house >we get there >see the dog, like usual, go to front window, push the curtains away on the left side of the window and just stare at us out of curiosity >call bro to come out >finally he opens the door >notice now that the right side of the curtain is open >as he's getting in the car I ask "Who's standing there? >he must have not heard be correctly because he replied "oh that's just Pedro (the dog)" >I get a little confused because that's not what I meant >as we're slowly driving off brother mentions how he was home alone because friend went to work and mom as well >Nope >in shock I say "What?!" >"then who was standing near the curtain looking at us?" >this... thing, was in full black but I couldn't make out the face because of the glare on the window >mom says "maybe it's Thomas?" >bro says "no, I know for a fact I was alone". >joke about it and try and scare ourselves >drive off like nothing happened

I pretty much just now realized how freaky this was. Why did I make it off like it was no big deal. I should have went in the house.



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Ugh, I'll give it a go...

>be taxi driver in rural town >be working night shift >need to lay a cable >I live out of town so no chance of making it home to crap in my own toilet >local cemetery has nice toilets >park the car >go to toilets (they are actually some distance from the road) >avoid turning on lights in the toilets so I don't attract any attention >use mobile phone as light source to make sure all is clean and in good order >sit down and appraise the situation, listen for noises, voices and stuff >ppppfffffffttttttttttfloppsploppffftdflkgkscrea >finish up >wash hands >walking back to car with a spring in my step >turn around to look back at toilets >lights are turned on >ok.betamax

Not really a nope story, but just odd.



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Quick backstory: Navy, Deployed to Iraq in 07, working on a shipboard system that was being used by the Army. Most soldiers know it as C-RAM (Counter-Rocket, Artillery & Mortar). Basically, it shoots at incoming rockets/mortars in the bases. 2 people stand watch at the mounts for security reasons. One person watches the gate at the compound, one person mans the console in case of incoming.

>Standing watch at the gate >Get a call to support repair or another mount >Tell my other watchstander what's going on >Take off, he locks up behind me >I come back 15 minutes later >Honking horn so he can open up >Get pissed off, jump out of the HMMWV >Start shouting to get his attention >He rounds the corner of a wall looking the complete opposite direction as me >Yell at him to open up >He breaks neck, double takes, confused "How did you do that?" >"Do what? Open the freaking gate!" "You were just in here! How the hell did you do that?" >"What are you talking about?! Unlock the gate and let me in!" "I just saw you in here! You were hiding behind the fuel tank. I came around this way so I could get the jump on you!" >"You're seeing crap. Stop screwing around and let me in." >Lets me in, park the HMMWV >That's when I tell him that I've seen the ghost of a little Iraqi kid running around the compound. >Ghost doesn't just run, he spies on us from around corners, darts from structure to structure >Ghost gets surprised when we see him and hides. >Me and him both described him exactly >We both saw him at the same time later on that night, hiding behind the same tank >Didn't leave each other's sides the rest of the watch after we BOTH saw him



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>freshman year >residence hall is right next to major freeway >midnight >hear an enormous explosion >windows rattle >run outside >tanker exploded on the freeway and took out a couple cars with it >4 people died >days pass >sleeping fitfully >hear talking in my room >figure it's my roommate sleeptalking; he had done it on occasion >look into mirror at his bunk >he's not there >NOPE >under covers for the rest of the night until I managed to fall back asleep from exhaustion >month later >wake up >two figures standing in room, shuffling back and forth >door was locked, roommate fast asleep >nopenopenopenope

Weird crap eventually just stopped happening. Left for Christmas break, came back, nothing.



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>Be a few months ago >have a crappy appartment living with wife and 2 kids >always felt a creepy vibe coming from the kids' room >one night both kids start screaming like they never had before >their ages were 1 and 6 months so they can't run to mommy and daddy >I rush to see what's going on >the bathroom is right next to the room and the bathroom light was on when it shouldn't be, I payed no attention >go to open the door and can't >push really hard and get it open >something had pushed a little wood table completely in front of the door, not like it just slipped over, but literally moved a few feet over and blocked my entry >Nope.mp3.jpeg >grabbed the kids and went to Indian neighbor and had him sage the house



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>17 >Sleeping >Wake up for some reason >Notice that my dog isn't in bed with me >Look around room for her >See someone sitting in my desk chair >"Mom?" >No answer >I can hear it breathing >Suddenly become so terrified that I cannot even move >The figure begins to turn toward me >Pass out from fright (I guess...? I'm not really sure) >Wake up in the morning >Remember it all very vividly, and go about my morning routine while trying to figure out what happened >On the way to school, screw around with my cellphone >Not much to do with it (it is 2003, and cellphones can't to crap) >Check my recordings, since I sometimes record silly crap with my buddy >Recording I haven't seen before >Listen >Sounds like heavy wheezing followed by hysterical laughing >I can hear a pounding sound followed by the sounds of someone screaming >Time of recording was last night >Mfw it was my voice screaming in the background

Weird crap started to happen in that house after that... Always considered it to be some kind of Chumash magic, since I was working for a medicine man at the time who had a few enemies.



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>Stormy night >power is out >Light some candles, and start playing my DS, since it still has a bit of battery life >A knocking sound comes from the loft that overlooks my living room >Pay no mind, and continue blowing dudes up in Advance Wars >A few minutes later, a large thump comes from the loft >Pretty used to strange entities hanging around the house at this point >Jokingly ask "Who's there?" >See a head pop out from the trap door-type hole that leads to the loft area >Hear a distorted sounding voice (As if a male and a small child were speaking at the same time) >"WHOOOOOOOO'S THEEEE-EEERE???" It asks >Another loud bang >All candles go out >DS Turns off >hear intense thumping from the loft, that sounds like 3 people are up there walking on their knees and elbows >I run out the door and hang out at the neighbor's for the night

Next morning there was a dead vulture on my doorstep with a marble placed in its beak... Old medicine man I was working for tells me that marbles are supposedly able to transport curses and evil spirits



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>be young, probably around 9 years old >At grandpa's house, in living room with him watching television >Sofa is positioned between two open doorway leading into hall with stairway to upstairs >Hear scraping sound, look back to see hand jutting out from the doorway >Point this out to grandpa, he say it's my aunt (who lives upstairs) trying to scare us >I innocently smile and get up to go scare her back >Hand retracts as I'm approaching >I jump into hallway >mfw there is no one there >mfw go upstairs and my aunt is asleep >nope.z64 mfw I have no reaction folder on this computer

Lots of weird things happened in there. This is the most significant one that I remember.



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>Be 8 >Home alone, in scary house >Live in a room that circles the stairs to the upper floor >8-9 PM Friday >Playing some Spyro the Dragon >Hear creaking sound from stairs >Pause game, slightly unnerved, but decide to check it out anyway >Creaking gone, nothing there >Decide "Heehehh... Just the house settling..." >Go back to the TV, and continue my vidya james >Creaking comes back, even louder >Toss the controller aside, and run the railing looking down >See stairs bend >Stairs are 6-7 inch thick, made of wood >Stairs keep bending untill a cracking, as if they started to splinter >Hurry back to my bed, and pull duvet over my head >Cracking and creaking stops >Stay up untill brother comes back home at 7-8 AM the next morning >Cry infront of him telling him what happened >Brother is somewhat drunk, but still dismisses it as me being overimaginative and a crybaby >1 month later >Return home after spending a weekend at my dad's place >Brother tells me the same thing happened to him >It happened once after that, and never again.

The stairs were, as I said, friggin' 7 inches thick, suspended between two handrailings up to my room, going down to the entrance of the house



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>be about 13 >getting ready for bed, go to shut my curtains >as I do, I notice a man in a suit standing completely still down the street. >it's sort of strange, but thought nothing really of it. >I look the other way, and notice another guy standing there the same way. >I couldn't really make out any details other than the suit and dark hair >stare at them for a little bit before going to bed >go to school the next day, nobody there >about a week later, I check outside >HOLY CRAP HE'S RIGHT IN MY FRONT YARD >I remember him facing forward, but don't remember any facial details >the next thing I remember is waking up >please ignore the massive cliche, it's truly what I remember >I look outside the night after, and I see the man walking away

Nothing interesting happens after that. I really wish I could report something interesting happening, but after the last sighting, absolute nil.



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Not your casual nope story I guess and nothing really dark but here I go.

>Work in a grocery store stocking crap in the frozen section >Casually stocking things and greeting customers who pass by as I stock crap >One certain man comes out of nowhere, I didn't see him but I "felt" him come up to me. I instantly turn around kind of in a defensive stance. >all of my internal systems where literally screaming "THIS MAN IS DANGEROUS STAY AWAY" >TBH he looked absolutely like any normal person would in nice clothes >He comes up to me and asks me if I was doing alright, and then goes "Are you tired?". >I was at that moment I had been working 7 hours and I was so close to finally going home. >My body was still screaming for me to get away from him, and so was my mind >I casually dealt with him like any customer going normally "No sir, I'm doing great today do you need help finding anything?" >He smiles and creepily says "No. Thank you, have a good night now." and starts to walk off >I turn around to go back to stocking >I look over my shoulder to the end of the aisle and I see him looking at me as he's walking away >My body was taking initiative and I couldn't help myself but give him the most killing glare I could give, I don't even know why. >he smiles and walks off.

I think it was just a primal instinct in me but I honestly for no reason felt I had to... do something I don't even know.

That was less than 5 days ago



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>be walking through the park >begin to have what I can only describe as disjointed de ja vu >my thoughts are identical to the original de ja vu scenario, but my visuals don't match >in fact, I realise, I am walking the wrong way around the park. The opposite direction to how it should be >I keep thinking my trail of thought (inspired by very specific events from earlier that day) and it all continues to be encompassed by the de ja vu sensation for around a minute >I realise that I'm not only walking the wrong way, but the people are appearing in the wrong order too. >obviously I don't know what's going to come next because that's not how de ja vu works, but as soon as it happens I recall it >see 2 people working out around a corner and I recognise them. It's confirmed for me that this is de ja vu, but I should have been walking clockwise around the trail rather than anti-clockwise

I have never come across this before. Does anyone else have any experience of a de ja vu where something is off? Normally it's just exactly as it should be.

Also, it should be noted that I almost always walk clockwise when I walk around a trail or pace around a room (always have done), and when I walked into the park that day I was consciously aware of heading the wrong way, but then I just went ahead with it. Did I accidentally break reality?



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>Be in forest with 3 friends walking around >Stumble upon abandoned house >"LET'S GO IN HURR HURR" >It's creepy, your typical abandoned house, boarded up windows, no doors, falling apart etc >Be paranoid cuz it's starting to get dark so we each pick up a big stick >Go inside start checking out rooms >One room filled with razor blades, another filled with bones of we don't know what another filled with fresh matresses >Get a creepy feeling, decide it's time to leave >We leave from a broken window because we wanted to get out fast because really bad feeling >All of a sudden hear someone yell "WHO ARE YOU" >screwed.JPG >Dive out of the friggin' window and run around the house to the other side to go back where we came from >We pass a boarded up window and hear a loud SLAM like someone just threw themselves against it >Voice continues yelling "WHO ARE YOU" >Run back to the road >Next day go back to the forest in broad day light with 3 other people >Can't find the house >What.exe

Asked around the area if anyone knew about a house in the woods. No one knew anything. Freakiest moment ever.



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>Camping with buddies in home's surrounding wooded hills >brewing coffee over campfire >screeching noise spooks us >"Must just be a train whistle from the train yard" >Hear a train whistle, sounds nothing like the screech >"Wanna go in the tent?" >Go in the tent, friend plays his guitar, everything okay >Screeching comes back when we try to sleep



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>be 12 sitting at the coffee table doing homework with the tv on. >Mums at her desk with her back to me doing work. >Suddenly the place goes dead silent >hear a bell ring as though it was struck once >see the lower portion of a body run across the room and through the front door >NOPE back to Algebra >sip on my chocolate milk



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/k/ here, gonna share one of my good ones from Boy Scouts.

>group of us going to Philmont (scout camp for extended hiking through the Southern Rockies, treks of hundreds of miles over a couple weeks kinda stuff) >group goes on a hiking trip before as prep for philmont >they nominate me as leader of the group for the trek >adults don't do anything so I'm in charge of basically everything and the 9 other guys in the group >we get to our camp late after a 10 mile hike, it's almost dark >half get camp set up, get a few of the guys to start cooking the food, me and one other guy go off to set up the bear bag FYI: a bear bag is a bag you hang from a tree branch so that bears and other critters don't get into your food over night. There were no bears in this area, but it was practice for the Rockies >we get them ready to pull up for before we go to sleep >go back to camp >eat, by the time we're done it's dark already >everyone's tired and wants to go to bed >I tell the two guys on clean up to stay and help me clean the last of the stuff and tell everyone else they can go to sleep >they do, we get the stuff cleaned, figure I can handle the bear bags myself and tell them they can go to bed >the bear bags need to be kinda far from camp to keep animals from going through camp >about 200-300 yards from camp in the now dense and dark forest >sack up and bring my flashlight and head on over to the bear bags with our food and cooking equipment >when I get there I smell something that I hadn't smelled only a couple hours prior

>when I get there I smell something that I hadn't smelled only a couple hours prior >put the stuff down and start searching with my light >see some kind of limp mass on the ground >shine light on it, looks like a dead deer >but it was a fresh kill, no rot, but the thing had been cut open and the organs around it, looking like they had been placed there strategically >get kinda creeped out, but have a job to continue >get the bear bags up and tie them off when I hear something behind me >turn around toward the hill behind me, and camp is now facing my back >see a silhouette on the hill of a person >think it's one of the dudes in my group >call out to them, no response, still looking at me >realize I would have heard if one of my guys had gone past me >look at the tree near for some reason >see a dead squirrel on it pinned there with a nail >ohgod.jpg

>the silhouette has disappeared from the ridge, but I can hear what sounds like someone running toward me >turn tail and thank Allah that I was a runner >trip, drop my flashlight, forget it get up and keep sprinting >make it to camp >stop and listen, no noise >go into tent, grab stool and my fixed blade Ka-Bar knife >sit outside and watch over camp for a few hours until I felt it was safe for me to go in and go to sleep >wake up, me and another scout go to get the bear bags >look for squirrel on the tree, not there >look where the deer was last night >the carcass was there, the meat that you'd eat was still there, but the organs were gone and the meat had been stripped and all the bones were gone >there was also drag marks that lead over the ridge, like the deer had been dragged from over the ridge >don't tell the other guys about it and go on the rest of our hike, no further trouble that weekend

Man that was friggin' creepy, but I looked over the ridge in the sunlight and I felt like I was being watched as soon as I got over it. Couldn't see anybody, but it was spooky.



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>a few years ago >staying with grandparents for holidays >they own friggin' 10 hectares of farmland >one day grandparent's friend's grandchildren come with them, become pretty good friends with most of them >they start telling these stories about these abandoned house a few miles away in the bush (forest, this was in Western Australia btw) >decided to check it out, we left at about 3.30PM >arrive at it about an hour later >go inside, just your average abandoned house >enter a living room sort of thing, has a fireplace >holycraptheresadeadkangarooonthefloor >we start getting worried, considering the kangaroo had a mutilated corpse >start checking out other rooms >more friggin' dead animals >girl who I liked started freaking out >she ran back, her other sister went after him >me and this buff guy, 19 years old, have stayed >look in the bathroom >holy freaking crap what is that >bathroom floor is covered in bones and blood >we hear noises, grumbling and moaning if anything >we freaking run faster than the speed of light

I'm going back there in a few months. Not sure if I should check it if it's been changed.



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>having a terrible sleeping pattern all month >sleeping comfortably >mom walks >tells me to get up >open eyes and see here walk out of my room >follow her >can't find her anywhere



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>Working as a security guard for an amusment park >be 3 am, nine degrees outside, checking a house miles away from the park which has some offices >all the other guards think it's haunted >whatever >check house, nothing, same as the last hundred times. >come back out, start getting into my truck when I hear something >sounds like two small girls laughing, coming from the treeline >shine my light at the treeline >laughter stops >starts as soon as I turn off the light >start walking to the wood to check it out >laughing gets louder, deeper >NOPE >Screw this!



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You thought night terrors were bad, wait until you see them in the daylight.

>Went to bed late and woke up early so taking nap before work. >Watch a black figure walk from my door to me and lean on my chest. >"She" talks to me for a minute while leaning on me. I can't move but want to swing on her so bad. >"She" obviously loves it. >Compose myself close eyes regroup and jump up swinging at nothing.

Screw that. I've had every different form of night terror. And until you see how they move in the day light....



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>about 7 years old, 17 years ago >parents on holiday staying with uncle in ~100 year old house >wake up randomly in spare bedroom brother asleep beside me >look into hall and see older woman probably 80's with grey hair and long blue dress on holding what looks to be a candle >she's not transparent but has no feet >turns to me, smiles then walks out of sight >figure it's a dream then go back to sleep

Now for the NOPE

>2010 at family reunion 15 years later >same uncle tells ghost story >older woman in blue who smiles then walks down the hall

That's when I started believing.



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>Be 14 >parents finally trust me enough to leave me home alone for the night >watching TV, start hearing loud banging noises from outside >turn on back porch light, nothing outside >back to TV, banging starts almost immediately >"Screw this," turn off inside lights so I can see things outside better (moonlight) >see nothing >about to stop looking and banging starts again >oh crap crap it's coming from my treehouse across the yard (30ft or so from back door) >decide to ignore and go to bed >lie in bed for an hour, non stop banging from outside >BE A MAN! >grab flashlight and baseball bat, banging stops as soon as I open the back door >run towards treehouse screaming, expect to find an animal of some kind >climb up, open floor hatch to enter treehouse >empty except for a small, perfectly formed pile of leaves in the centre of the floor with a stone on top >NOPE >run to neighbours house, they didn't hear anything



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>Be 4 >Constantly have nightmares about in a man in a mask >Mask resembles an elephants face, tribal in nature >As a result, Zupps Used Car commercials scared the crap out of me (just pointing that out) >Every single dream, I'd hear the man with a mask calling me from bed >I'd go out to the balcony >There he was >Just staring >He never did anything but stare >Every single time, standing on the exact same spot >At the end of every dream, I'd collapse, then wake up >Parents divorce and they decide to move out >The house was rented, so neither could stay and afford it >The day we move out >Mum takes me with her >As we're driving away, I see the man with the mask on the balcony >Still staring at me >Still in the same spot >This wasn't a dream >I say nothing to my Mum >I should note at this point, that I never dared speak a word while in the presence of the man in the mask >Dad has part-custody so I see him on weekend >I tell him about my dream and the day Mum moved out >Dad reveals he had recurring nightmares about his house burning down when he was young >He returns me to Mum that Sunday evening >That Monday morning, I overhear my mum on the phone talking to dad >Our old house had burned down

I've yet to have another nightmare about the man with the mask.



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>Be a few months ago >Be lying in my bed at around 4am on iPhone >Suddenly hear a soft woman's voice say the word 'Zozo' just to the right of me >Proceed to Nope.com.au >Turn on lamp and check all electronic appliances are turned off >They be off >Google search 'Zozo' on Iphone >Find out Zozo is apparently a nasty demon that is tied in with the use of a ouija board >Remember using a ouija board for fun with a friend a few years back >Remember the word 'zozo' being spelled out and us thinking it was giberish and didn't work



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not really a nope but creepy >few years ago, daytime >look out window >see guy in gray hoody standing there >keep staring at him >half hour passes and he still hasn't moved a freaking muscle >what the heck? >check later that night, he's still there! >come back next afternoon to see if he's still there and HE'S STILL FREAKING THERE, not moving >check later than night, he's gone >haven't seen him since



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I just remembered this one:

>be at home >watching movie on lapdog while in bed >-BEEE-wrr-BZZZ-wrrrrrrrr-Zweeeeeihrrrrrr (sound of desktop computer turning on with its 12 bazillion hard drives) >"dafuq?" >turn it off >back to bed >5 minutes later it happens again, then twice more in the next 10 or so. >figure it's electrical noise on the grid, shut down main desk power >it boots up again 5 minutes later >"WHAT?" >think the switch is broken >physically remove the power cord >computer still running >stare at the pc and at the disconnected cable >see a shadow moving behind me >turn so freaking violently >nothing >turn around again >weird crap on monitor, in some alphabet I didn't recognize >say "Ok, this is really really wrong, what is happening?" >everything shuts down immediately >flip light switch >nothing >lights in street are one >flee >check primary power switch >it's on >wait outside house >after a while power comes back on its own >go back >never happened again

There was no one at home except me, and I live in an isolated area. I still have no freaking clue if it was real or a very vivid dream, as when I woke up the next day everything was back to normal.

Since then, when I nplug something from the power I always wait for the capacitors to discharge and try turning it back on...

Never worked so far.



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>be in bed >dog is sleeping next to me >hear her growl like someone's in the house >sit up, look around >pitch freaking black >look to my left, shutters are slightly opened >confused because lights are usually on outside >think it's a blackout >lay back down, dog is quiet >hear "anon, WAKE UP" in a raspy voice >almost crap myself, stay still >dog is going insane at this point >still hearing voice rambling in some other language, right in my ear >whisper to dog "attack" (trained dog) >hear screeching, sit up >light is back to normal, dog is on bed >get dog and get out of there, sleep in car

I've had multiple experiences since then, but nothing that bad.



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>be last month >be walking girlfriend home, 2am >abandoned house, see it everyday >2 stories high, windows shut and boarded. >front door blocked by newly built brick wall. >gf sees the middle window of 2nd floor open >that was boarded shut 8 hours ago >keep looking >see an old lady, nothing weird. >she looks down, goes back in. >well what was she doing in there. >go to mentioned brick wall and tap >shout "Excuse me... are you ok in there?" >open window on 2nd floor starts banging, no drafts. >banging around 2nd floor at what seems like furniture >freaking sounds like a tornado in there >banging comes down to 1st floor >banging moves towards brick wall/door >NOPEd outta there.



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I don't see a lot of weird crap, but when I do... I remember it. >State Police Officer >Graveyard shift >Around midnight, get a report of a 10-50 on one of the back roads, and I take the call. >Turn off the highway and end up in the middle of nowhere, and the road is turning from paved into dirt. >Find the area where dispatch said the wreck was >Nobody around >No car >No accident >Not even a cow. >Ask dispatch if they gave me the right address, and they did, >Decide to drive another mile or two >Come upon a guy walking into traffic with a gas can >Spotlight him and get out of the vehicle, notifying dispatch. >He explains he ran out of gas and his vehicle is on the side of the road just up ahead >Check his ID through dispatch, and he comes out clean >Ask him to get into the back for me, and I'll give him a ride after I check for the previous accident.. if any >He oblidges and I get back in, he starts talking about what he does, his family, etc. >I explain my family, school, etc. >When I catch something red in my headlights >It's the wreck dispatch was talking about >It had gone into a ditch and rolled over after clipping a boulder > Flip my lights on and turn around to ask the guy to stay in the car for a moment. >He's not in the back >mfw >Look around outside with my flashlight, he's not anywhere around, doors are still locked >Investigate the crash, notify dispatch for ambulance and tow truck >Look in the cab, the guy on the side of the road was the driver >Died on impact >Nope.avi

Only ghost story I've had.



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>be out vacationing/traveling to random places (extended road trip) >pull in to stay at old lodge type place >that time of year is off-season so hardly anyone is there >go to check out gift shop up the hill >guy in truck drives by on the dirt road that goes up there >truck drives past building which obscures it >wait for truck to reappear on other side >nothing >get there, no truck >no forks in road >road dead-ends at gift shop >no truck anywhere



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not that thrilling/exciting...granted, it's true ;-)

>be 16 >working part time job at local optometrist's office >it's summer time >optometrist's office is in giant hospital, no windows in office >walk into office from parking lot, where the sun is shining, birds are chirping, etc, typical summer >near the end of my shift, I'm in the back in the kitchen trying to kill some time before I leave (so I don't have to do anymore work!) >turn around, look in doorway >can only see an arm waiving at me. . . as if to say "Come here." >arm looks black and white and transparent >look around the corner past the doorway and there's a transparent man standing there, dressed like charlie chaplin, with the cane and all >blink >he disappears >nope >run out to the front of the office. >remember the secretary talking about a ghost everyone sees around the office a few weeks ago >ask her to describe the ghost again >says he dresses like he's from the 40's, has a cane, and is very friendly. >I say 'I just saw him.' >she's like 'Okay.' >thisisnormal?.jpeg >she says everyone sees him, but it's odd that I just did, because he only comes out when it's raining outside >think that it's weird considering it was sunny when I came in to work >clock out to leave for the day >walk out to parking lot >it's pouring down rain >NOPE.



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>just happened >be working night shift in hospital (uk) >empty wheelchair just rolled out onto ward >old lady died in that room two hours ago >room empty atm >NOPE.jpg



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>Be in forest a night >Had a bad day, be walking around >Try and clear head >Sit down on an old tree stump >Kicking around dirt and crap, decide to make fire >Make fire, sit around for a couple hours, had mp3 player, listening to music >mp3 player suddenly dies with a full battery >Get out phone, look at time, it says 9 am, but it's still night out >Figure friend messed with phone and screwed up the time on it >Hear bustling in bushes in front of me > "Oh well, probably a deer" > Branches begin to break, then I hear one of the large logs behind the bush snap >Something darts out and no crap, flies over my head and inhuman speed >Look behind me, see nothing >Nope.jpeg >High tail it home, find out it's 3:00 am >MFW friend tells me later that day that people have died in those woods from getting lost, falling down a steep part, etc.



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Here's one.

>be sitting in bed >lights off >screwing around on various websites >suddenly get terrified feeling >turn around expecting to see a monster >just wall >ha ha >Just a freaking wall. >shine the computer screen on it and everthing >few moments later the feeling returns >get brave >DIVE FOR THE LAMP ON THE DRESSER >fight to the death with seemingly nothing >light is on now >push back against the wall and look around >nothing >not a freaking thing >sigh in relief >after a few moments I hop up to go brush my teeth and prepare for sleep >jump off the top bunk >kick off the lampshade in process >Whatever, I'll get it later >close door >nope my way across the hall and into the bathroom >quickly turn the light on >get tooth brush in hand >alright. >commence teeth cleaning in- >sister wakes up and starts screaming >apparently the bright light from the uncovered lamp woke her up >the lazy freak yells at me to come fix it >casually open the door to the bedroom >eyes trail up to the top bunk >see someone sitting there >little kid in pink pajamas in a white freaking mask >NOPE >NOPENOPENOPE >SLAM THE DOOR >NOPENOPENOPE >sister screams >ignored >there's a loud thump from the room >ignored >sit on the living room couch and watch netflix for the rest of the night



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>Working the midnight shift as a security guard at an outlet mall >Doing so because a bunch of rednecks have "Attempted" to steal electricity somehow. >Wandering around listening to some 80's rock. >Head over to nearby 7/11 for some coffee >Head back >Notice a bunch of small men fiddling around the back of a Macys. >Call in other security guard. >Start walking over waving my flashlight around like I'm the boss. >"Hey! The mall hours are closed, you are trespassing and loitering-blah blah blah" > Realized that every time the light hit against the silhouettes of the small men the light would go through. >NOPE. >Pal arrives, then freaks out. >supposed shadow men start to spread out. >I lose my crap. >Never happens again



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>on phone with friend late at night. >friend says she can hear my mom yelling. >"my mom's sleeping" >"well then turn down your tv." >"I don't have a tv" >slight nope as I turn on light >friend starts flipping out. Tells me she hears voices saying "get out" >nope >call gets cut off. My moderately charged phone had died. >hide under my blanket in 90 degree room. >plug phone into xbox that'd been conveniently within grasp >fap to mobile porn >forget about incident. Figure my friend was screwing with me. >about a week ago trying to call my mom from inside my room >static. Hear deep voice "get out"



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>be 5-6 months ago >at friend's house >my friend had to go out for about 10 minutes to do his mom a favor >I'm just sitting there >toddler walks in, wtf >stare at him for a few seconds before he walks into my friend's room >friend comes back few minutes later >I say "Did you see the kid that walked in?" >"What kid?" >we search his house, don't find him, never see him again >NOPE



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>Down stairs playing Nintendo 64. >Hear some creeks and foot steps up stairs. >"Oh that's just the old floors." >Foot steps get heavier/louder. >Nope! Nope! >I remember I had left my window open in my room. >Go into basement kitchen find the sharpest knife. >Solid Snake up the stairs. >Check all rooms, nooks and crannies. Nothing thus far. >Hear whispers in my room that I can't make out. >Nope! >Open door let out a war cry I'm ready! >Black shadow zooms past my bed out the open window. >Nope!



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>be 5 or 6 >be at my old school in Texas >be outside having recess or physical education. >get strange feeling and look towards a window to a classroom >see something but not sure wat it is. >move closer >see what looks to be a small child >move closer again >barely make out features. looks like a skeleton with clothes. >nope >start walking around the track again >sneak a peek every time I pass room and see the thing and feel crazy fear. >pass by the room inside the school as it was a few doors down from my room >look and nothing is in front of the window

A few years later we had like scary story time in my 4th grade class and the teacher told a story about her seeing something like what I saw late one night as she was leaving. Some kid died in the school or something.



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>be me at 14 >living in a house with my room upstairs >bedroom window facing neighbour porch >presumably old man living there alone. in my 14 years I never saw him >house looked abandoned. I doubted he was even real >late winter night around 2 am and I can't sleep. >look through my window. neighbour sitting in the chair on his porch looking straight at me >I'm frozen in fear, afraid to move >unfreeze, nope away from the window, too afraid to close curtains >lay in bed for about 10 minutes, then peek through the window again, hoping he was gone >nope, still there, looking right at my window. >nearly fainted from the fear. close curtains, put some comedy on tv, trying to forget about all this. >still only fall asleep at sunrise when I felt safe >wake up, don't dare look through the window. >usual day >come home later that day, see ambulance, and immediately know it has something to do with the neighbour >parents tell me neighbour died sitting on the porch >chills down my spine. Did he die while looking at my window? Was he dead the whole night? >glad I didn't look through the window in the morning. At least I can pretend he didn't die while looking at my window. >never told my parents what I saw that night. Too freaked out. Could barely sleep for the whole week after that.



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Finally something I can contribute to! >in 5th grade >be on an overnight field trip to Savannah GA >eat at Picadilly Cafeteria for dinner >go down to bathroom in the basement to take a piss >while pissing, hear groaning and chains dragging, seemingly from through the wall >NOPE up the steps back to my group >be on ghost tour later in the night >MFW we stop in front of the Picadilly's >Haunted basement used to be a place where they imprisoned and held slaves

true story. I'll never forget it.



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>be may of this year >walking from apartments to old house (custody issue) >take shortcut through my elementary school and see bathroom open (bathroom is inside with two sliding fence doors) >be like wtf? it's 12am tf is this >trash can propped both boy and girls door >have sudden urge to piss >look around for janitor but no one there >go in and pee >pee like ninja so I can hear if anyone is there >finish but still no one >field with track is parallel to bathroom and it's dark >start walking home but I hear a homicidal maniac laugh >NOPE NOPE NOPE >SPRINT BACK TO THE PARKING LOT where there are lights >call my friend because I was confused from what just happened >he's laughing and keeps saying what >screw that hang up on him and ponder >decide to sprint to old house

I don't know if someone was joking around or if someone had some grudge against the school but that crap was freaking scary.

Also:

>be same school >me and a different friend are out for halloween >walking and we reach double doors that lead into a hallway >hallway has music room next to it >we hear kids freaking singing and it's 11pm >NOPE.JPEG



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>be living in apartment and such >going to work >see golden retriever / german shepard mix dog running aroung, with collar and loose leash >try to approach it >It allows me to get near, but when I get too close it barks ferociously >every day I see this dog sniffing around my back window/front door >every day I try to catch it. It tries to lure me further and follows me when I dismiss him, but tries to attack me when I get too close. >a week later, dog is barking at my front door >I come out with food >It accepts my food, I finally pet him. >very well trained, and friendly >I take his leash >I follow him into the woods >step in several spider webs as the dog is leading me >he runs free of my grip and goes towards a different property >there are about 10 bearded men in a yard outside of the woods >they are bowing and praying over a pile of about 30 bowling balls >WAT SO HARD.JPG >dog runs up to them, one man gets up and starts petting him >the dog starts grunting and half howling >all the men stop their ritual and stare at the dog/straight ahead (at me) >NOPE.JPG.GIF.EXE >sprint back home with the forces of 1000 suns.

I am convinced they are a hippie cult of some sort. There is a landfill behind my apartment and one day, I had seen one of the bearded men. . . . . crabwalking in a diaper, picking up a tire, and crabwalking away. IN A DIAPER. They also have a line of bowling balls (maybe some sort of wall) to mark of their property. (it is visible from my house) The dog still wonders free, barking and scavenging for food. I don't try to feed it anymore.

Wait, I have more. ..

>walking outside apartment, across the road, is a cemetery >there is a residential house in cemetery walls, with barbed wire fence and a row of rotting trees in front to hide the house >be walking to work one day >stare over, notice there is a farm of some sort >see man with a tool, mowing his land >he looks up, sees me staring >his face is half burnt from what I could tell, and had no hair >looked like the humungus from mad max >stare for a good 10 seconds >his grey eyes glare at mine >I look back, frightened >he points at me >NOPE SO HARD >quickly walk away >glance back, he is still staring at me and pointing at me as I walk >NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE

Well, anons, I am done for the night.

I have recently come to the realization that my life is a horrible interpretation of a Stephen King novel.



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>a few months ago >in my friend's basement, we're working on a bunch of stuff, eventually it gets really quiet because we're all busy >hear this really faint music, can't tell where it's coming from >there aren't any radios or TVs on in the house, and we're home alone >figure I'm just freaking out and go back to work >a few minutes later, it gets louder >one of my friends says "Hey, where's that music coming from?" and the rest of them hear it too >NOPE.jpg >the kid who owned the house thought we were all nuts, but the rest of us definitely heard the music It was this strange, tinny sounding music, kind of like the lavendar town music from pokemon. like someone was playing a music box the wrong way

A few nights later the exact same thing happened in my living room with the same music.



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>be about 3 years ago >live within walking distance of abandanoned shopping complex >me and 2 friends walk to said complex >start throwing rocks at the windows >thrown rock at the windows on the second floor >rock goes through glass >shatters >see a dark figure in the window >hear a deep yell/scream >crap a brick >nope out of there



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>normal day >it is getting late >time to go to sleep >bro is downstairs. he was eating at the table >we have this sliding door downstairs >if you slide it open you can hear it >if you sit at the table you have to turn around to see the sliding door >lie in bed try to sleep >hear the sliding door >"Oh, so my bro is done eating huh?" >don't hear any footsteps >thinking "What is he doing?" >he comes up some time later >in my room he asked me if I was downstairs >tell him no >he looks at me and starts saying that I am lying >think about the situation >start saying that I was indeed downstairs >he does not believe me >I went to sleep after that >wake up and hear that he did not sleep that night

Here is one more:

>it is late >acquaintance walks in the room >he never ever has done this >ask if the window is locked > I say yes, he leaves >2 hours later it is stil night >time to sleep >open up the window >hear this breathing sound >NOPE NOPE >window closed



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>be about 13 >lived in a house that was haunted until we had the house blessed >running up to my room, swing the door open >feel the door HIT something/someone, couldn't get it to fully open >here "UGH" from other side of the door, suddenly door could open fine. >look behind there, nothing to be seen.



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>be around 13-14 >the only people in the house is me, my little sister and my grandma who was babysitting us >playing catch with sister with the basement door open >ball rolls down the steps, I run down to get it >bend down to pick it up, and sense something next to me >I look to my right and there's a woman standing there, white dress and all. I couldn't get a good look at her face. I didn't wanna loook her in the eyes, but she had long brown hair. >NOPE'd out of there >tell my grandma about it >tells me she's seen her a couple of times, too



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>Be 10-11 >on vacation half way across country With mom and family. >staying at hotel late at night, go use hot Tub and pool with family >me and mom last ones to go back to hotel room >outdoor swimming pool door locked >Wtf? But oh well, just walk around >go out gate start towards hotel front >guy with a freaking hook for arm walks out from the woods, starts slowly walking towards us >look at mom, she's giving me same "oh crap run" look >both run towards pool door, both pound the crap out of door >hear freaking hook scraping against side of building >oh god nope >door opens right as guy gets to the gate >holy crap savior >see the guy staring at us as we leave next morning from the woods >haven't used outside pool since



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>In the kitchen, there is a whole in the wall that opens up to the dining room to pass food through and crap >We are all sitting at the table >My mum suddenly says "Anon, while you are in the kitchen can you get me a drink?" >"Mum, I'm right here" >She looks at me >Looks back at the kitchen >Does a quick head count and then runs into the kitchen >"I SWORE I saw you in there. I swear to god I saw you getting a drink."



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>Be a week ago >Visiting at dad's house >Can't find him >Yell out through house >No answer >Yell outside >Voice from shed 'Yes anon' >Half way to shed Dad steps out the back door >Was inside the whole time Nope.



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Heres one that happened a few days ago >Be 16 >Playin some video games >No ones home >Hear weird laugh in the other room that seems to get higher pitched and faster as it went >Wtf was that? >go out into living room >T.V's on >Oh must've been the t.v >Rewind it >No laugh >NOPE.jpg

It was on the baseball game, and the volume was pretty low which is why I noticed the laughing in the first place



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One time, when I was about 14, I woke up with blood on my hand. It was in a drip pattern, as if during the night I held my hand out and blood dripped all over it. Checked myself for wounds that morning, nothing. No idea where that crap came from.



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>Be 20 >Be up north in Michigan round about Grand Traverse area (Fife Lake to be specific) >Be walking in woods near family house >See dead deer >JK not whole deer, just the leg >Look for rest of deer >Dog goes nuts, tries to run away from clearing >Pick up dog (6 months old) and go into clearing >Find rest of deer, propped up on tree, gutted like a fish >Deer head missing, sitting in center of clearing looking at me >Hear rustling in bushes, heavy breathing >see patches of black fur sticking up through the bush >too small for bear >no bears or wolves in area >coyotes aren't black >Dog barks for first time in his life >Nope like a wimp to my car and drive home

Family later told me that the land I was on (we own a few dozen acres randomly) got vacated by our ancestors a few generations back because their pets/livestock kept turning up dead, almost on a cycle (every 3 months, another few dead).

Never went back to that property again.



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>sister is about 4, in preschool >preschool assignment for the day was to draw a picture of your house >average preschoolers draw a square with a triangle roof >sister draws freaking floor plan, almost perfect >there is a red corner scribbled deep into the corner of parents room >mom asks "What is this red corner for?" >sister replies "That's where the dead people are."

Also:

>be 6 or 7 >playing Nintendo 64 and talking to imaginary friend in my bedroom >mother and older sister are outside my bedroom talking in hallway (door is wide open) >hear me ask "Do you want to play Nintendo?" >sister and mother hear in a voice that isn't mine--nor could be mine say "I've never seen one before." >rush in the room >see nothing >scared as hell with NOPE.jpg expressions.



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>be about 11 >middle of night having nightmare >hears banging >wakes up in cold sweat >hears banging at bedroom door >everyone in the house is asleep >gets out of bed and walks to the door >slowly turns handle >peers out of door into hallway >cold draft wooshes past me >noone is there >gets back to bed unable to fall back asleep.



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>Be 6 months ago. >Take Daily walks around my house since live woods with big yard.

>One day look over and there is a HUGE white ball (6ft all around) floating in the woods.

>Think it's a trick of my eyes until I notice that it was actually blocking some of the trees where it was floating but others I could still see in front of it.

>Stand there staring until it slowly fades away. >Go in thinking I'm dehydrated and seeing things, drink water and lay down.

> A good bit later laying in bed when I start to get a feeling of dread.

>Look over and there is this tiny (about 1 foot) dark humanoid figure peeking around the corner. >Blink and the figure is gone. >NOPE

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> be 12 > one evening, home alone, in the living room > want to go to bed, turn off tv > hear noise from upstairs right above me > someone's singing > nearly crap my pants > turn tv back on to have some noise/distraction, singing seems to have stopped > wait until dad gets home, too scared to go upstairs to bed alone

Don't know what the hell that was. Never talked to anyone about it



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> Last week > About to take a shower > Idiot little brothers always leave the shower head pointing straight out so it shoots water everywhere > stick hand behind curtain to adjust shower head > hand is grabbed by someone else > "Oh crap, sorry, didn't realize someone was in here." > Shower isn't running, lights were off when I came in > someone is still holding my arm > pull curtain back > No one there, arm is fine

I'm going crazy, I think.



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>Be a few years ago >Live in alone in rather secluded cabin in the woods >Just me and my dog >Decide to take dog out for walk before it gets dark >Never lock door because no one is around for miles and I was walking on the only path to and from the house >Go on walk >Everything normal >On our way back >Dog starts going crazy >Have to drag him up to the from door >Go to open door >Door is locked >Theheck.jpg >Dog desperately wants to leave >Look in front windows of house >Everything looks normal >Get axe from wood pile and do a search of the surrounding area >Nothing >Whatever, get spare key I keep under the welcome mat and go inside

>Few hours later >Sitting watching TV with crappy reception >Hear foot steps above me >Grab my axe again and go upstairs >Search every room and find noting >As I'm going back down stairs dog starts going crazy again >Quickly come down stairs and grab dog and quiet him, seeing if I can hear anything >Suddenly hear scratching sound >Can't find source >Say screw it and go to bed

>Sometime before the sun comes up >Be awoken by dog barking again >Grab axe that I brought upstairs with me >SomeoneIsGoingToDie.gif >Go downstairs >Freezing >Front door is wide open >Dog is outside, somehow got out of the fence that surrounds the house >Get dog back in and close door >Door is violently swung wide open >Actually start to get scared now >Get dog, jump on my 4-wheeler, and nope out of there for the rest of the night >Come back the following night >Nothing ever happens again >Move out a few months later for unrelated reasons



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> Be 12. > Be watching a TV show about ghostly apparitions with nanny ( she was a cook, turned maid, turned nanny, that everybody loved, that lived with us even after we were grown up because she was a second mother to everyone.) > Her name is Maria. > Show is very unsettling, one of the few shows that aren't full of scams and stupid crap. > Getting nervous, afraid, so I make fun of the show. > Maria turns to me. > "You know, when you were young a lot of strange things happened in this house. You should be more respectfull of the paranormal." > Nah, just continue to make fun of it so I can at least not be afraid at night > Suddently door right next to us EXPLODES OPEN > I hear someone yell "COME HERE." > NOOOOOONONONONOPPPEEE > Me and Maria flee like crazy



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>be twelve >live in guest house and have my own room >what eva win on my book >covered hole going into crawl space on side of house. >weirds me out but what evs always watched too many horror stories anyway >start having nightmares. demon diseased raccoon attacking me in sleep. >wake up screaming, inconsolable. >mom doesn't understand, I never had nightmares, never so much as cried as a baby. why nightmares all of a sudden >spend the next too years constantly sick >nightmares and illness don't stop until shortly after moving out...

two years later, moving out >look in hole out of curiosity. >find dead raccoon >scream for mom >pest control inspects house, can't figure out how of got there. No drafts, no holes big enough >sure as hell hadn't open the hole the hope time living there >but.... >estimated amount of decay only two weeks??

so that explains why I was sick constantly. breathing in all that nasty...yuck.

looked up why it might not decay normally and air and temperature control might lead to mummification but not lack of decay. there were bugs in the crawl space but none on the corpse. found out a year and a half ago that corpses refusing to decay is a big sign of devil worship, but that these things are typically buried, not stuffed in a wall. I think previous owners were stupid angsty teens trying to summon some kinda demon. didn't find any other kind of markings or anything.



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> be seven > one of my old brother's friend stays home. > he was like eighteen, I guess > Not enough beds, so my mother and I stay in one. > Aprox. 3AM > This guy step aside of our bed. Pitch black. > "Hey, hey little girl, hey. Let me sleep with your mom" > "what? wah? go away" > that's not the voice of the guy, nor my dad or big bro. > "Pretty please, let me sleep here, go with your brother, you like sleep in bed with him" > "NOPE" > "Please" > "NOPE, NOPE, NOPE" > I was scared, I was of back, actually never saw this weirdo. > Prettending fall sleep. > "little anon, are you awake? anon? *grumple*" > the weirdo leaves, I actually sleep. > No more memories here. -- > 16 years later > I remember, tell this to my mom. > She said she never gave permission for my brother to invite friends to sleep. > Nobody remembers this guy, neither my big bro > Not a dream, pretty sure. > Still NOPE of that voice "hey little girl~"



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I have two, but they're more scary situations than paranormal.

>Be 12 >It's a lazy Saturday. >Lay down in sofa and chill out watching TV. >Fall asleep on sofa. >Wake up a couple of hours later. >Stranger (lady) is standing on back of sofa staring at me. >It takes me a while to register that I don't know this lady and somehow she got into the house. >My mind is in Nope mode but my body is paralyzed in fear. >My Grandpa walks into the living room and tells the lady to get out of here. >She keeps staring at me and just says "naa". >I'm confused as hell and my Grandpa pulls me off the sofa and away from the lady. >He then escorts the lady out of the house.

Turns out she was a drunk as hell and thought she lived in our house. Since we don't lock the door in the daytime she just walked right in.

>Be 16 >Great-Grandmother dies. >A couple months later Great-Uncle moves in with us. >Every night he would go into the kitchen and stare into the area with the dishes while nodding his head. >I tell my Grandpa about what he does. >He tells me Great-Uncle is living with us because he lived his whole life with my Great-Grandma and when she died he became a wreck. He suffers from depression and psychosis. >See him in kitchen again another night. >He's holding a knife and saying "no" to himself repeatedly. >He turns around and stares at me with knife in had. >Nope >Run back to sleep. >I tell my Grandpa about what happened. >He tells my Great-Uncle that if he ever touches any of us he'll kick his butt to kingdom come.

I freaking love my Grandpa.



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>14 >wake up at 10 am >Home alone, doors locked, everyone is working >start cleaning the kitchen >A quarter of the way done when I hear the front door open. >"Hello?" expecting my cousin or someone. >nothing. >Calls mom to see if someone was coming over. >she says no. >Checks the front door. >Unlocked >Say hello again waiting for response. >Nothing. >grabs a knife and checks every room. >nothing. >Continue to clean the kitchen. >flinch to every noise I hear that day.



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We were living in a house in town one time. We were the only 2 at home.

>is 14 >sitting in the computer/study area on the net >mum laying down in back room >hear a young kid scream and giggle up the hallway, along with hearing the footsteps >thought it was my nephew so I called out to him >remembered he wasn't at home >mum heard it too.

Not really creepy, just really weird.



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>About 12 >Hanging out home alone in the basement >Hear something crash up stairs >Nope nope nope >Grab nearest object to beat robbers to death >Crawl up the stairs look around corner and see this old style wall hanging candle holder thing lying on the ground >Nope nope nope >Doors and windows are all locked >Search through the whole house and find nothing >Still feeling uneasy >My face when I looked to see what I had grabbed for a weapon >Plastic lightsaber



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>a few days ago >with my friend in her woods, she has 140-some acres of land

>decide to walk on the train tracks to the gas station to get some food

>we're about halfway there when we hear a noise behind us

>a freaking black car driving kind of swervy half on the track, with illegally tinted windows

>friend yells "IM NOT OK WITH THAT"

>we both run like hell into the woods, and theres a rusty barbed wire fence

>we hop it, my skirt gets caught so it rips >we're in a cow pasture, theres a line of cows just staring at us >friend notices a coyote staring at us >nopenopenopenope >getting even darker

>we hop the fence, there's gunshots and ATVs in the distance, getting closer

>friend starts crying, calls her dad to come get us

>we're sitting against a tree, she's crying but I'm not, too busy thinking about how I might get murdered and/or raped before her dad gets there

>he finally reaches us, tells us the gunshots, screaming, and ATVs were some dumb rednecks having a birthday party

>nobody can explain the black car, but there are tracks where it was sitting and watching us



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>be 16 having band practice with my two other band members >play drums >dad kicks me and the band out of his garage because we don't speak >our first practice session in our bassist's second house, which belonged to his dead grandparents that his family rents to foreigners >the house is cold >it's dark and damp >we take a break for a few seconds >"hey what's that noise" >we all go quiet >hear classical violin >it sounds like it's coming from the speakers >it isn't >it feels like it's in the room, like it's coming out of the walls >the classical music gets mixed in with whispers and get's more distorted >we all get freaked out >it stops

we never practised there again.



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>be 8 >be at parents friend's house at night >all the parents are being irresponsible in the basement, all the other kids are younger and alseep, I'm in the living room by myself >their dog is scratching on the glass door to get in > I go to let him in > see glowing green semi blurry figure far in their yard >stare, it's getting closer and I can begin to make out a face >slam the freaking door and run

I still don't know what I saw and I don't know what I think about the existence of ghosts, let alone a green one. My parents told me it was probably a light shining from the neighbor's yard, but what kind of light is human-shaped and walks toward you?



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>Be 15 >Walking home from friend's house around 8pm >Walking along the road >One side of road is a cliff going down to the loch >Other side of road is a cliff. >Note: No space for people to hide either side >There is a gate going to grass with drop down cliffs to loch, noisy >Suddenly, 2 grey figures walk out about 20 meters in front >They move silently through gate. No noise. >I run to wear they were about 10 seconds later >they are now down by loch, below cliffs >that's impossible >nope.jpg >run back home and never walk that way again



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>be about 30 minutes ago >be 3 in the morning >be reading this thread on my laptop >reach bottom of thread >see post pointing out face behind girl >feel an intense urge to look at the clock >3:33 AM >suddenly the radio in itunes turns on >some woman speaking >leave the house >don't come back for 30 minutes >come back and computer is off >turn it back on >this thread is still on the screen

goodbye /x/ I'm going back to /mu/



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>Be home in bed at 3 am >Parents are gone on a Caribbean cruse or whatever >Wake up for no reason in the night >Go downstairs to get some water >Grab cup and see someone looking through the opening in the blinds >Whatever it is walks over to the door and turns the knob >NOPE.JPGPNGAVIGIF >Look to see that it's locked and then run up stairs, hide in my closet >20 minuets later still no sound >Don't sleep at all that night



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>be 2 AM >be in bed on my laptop >hear noise from window >*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* >walk over to open the curtains >remember that I live on the 5th floor >NOPE.jpg >grab gun >sit with the shotgun in one hand and the laptop in the other >continue screwing around online >hear knocking again >ignore it >knocking returns around 30 min later >LALALALA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU >nothing after that



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Somethings in the woods. I know it.

>Be like a couple months ago to now >Really rural Georgia >Recently moved into pieceocrap trailer in middle of the woods, have to drive like a mile through the woods to get to it. >Mom is a whore, refuses to get curtains or blinds because "We don't need them." >Quickly nail blanket to my bedroom window, already have mass hallucinations and nyctaphobia >Almost every night my dog wants out, I have to piss or something, but I have to get up >Walk through house, past about 5 solid black windows >Don't look out them as much as possible >Every time I do, I can barely make out something, not right up to it, but in the distance

I'm keeping my crossbow next to my bed every night. Christ, it looks like a large humanoid I don't know but it freaks me out, I'm pretty sure my brother's room is also haunted, I swear I'm gonna freaking go insane.

Also, forgot to note. Somehow my blanket keeps falling down, no matter how many nails I put in it, it just falls off. I've even tried bending them upwards.



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>Coming home from work >Early evening, still light outside >New house, modern >Remote location, nearest neighbor > quarter mile away >Haven't finished unpacking yet and house mostly empty >Electrical wiring not even finished >Walk up to door, take out keys >Hear very clearly and distinctly a man and woman chatting and laughing >Voices coming from right behind front door >Me = pissed off! >whoisinmyhome.com? >Guys are about to catch a freaking bullet >Unbelt my pistol and open door in one motion, ready to shoot >MFW no one there >No TV or radio in house >Blood freezes >Spend the next few nights with my ex-wife in her condo

Finally moved into my home. It's been several months since that incident and I haven't heard or seen anything strange since then.



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[October 2012]

An experience which happened to me about 3 months ago >lying in bed with headphones on >trying to induce a lucid dream >my cover slowly slide off me >imagine that it's part of the experience >cover are almost off me >screw this >open my eyes and look at the bottom of my covers to find old looking hands with pointy fingernails painted purple pulling my sheet down >freaking nope it out of my bedroom >sit in my living room thinking about what I should do >hear an old womans laughing quietly coming from my bedroom >sleep in the kitchen that night



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My dad told me this, but I'm going to tell it from his point of view. >be at friend's house a few years back >four or five other friends there >hey let's take a picture >they take the picture >look at the picture on the camera >guy has his arm around my dad >nobody knows who the guy was



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>Be around 8, sleeping >Wake up, want to check what time is it >Notice some kind of weird fuzzy spot next to the clock (my clock was over the closet) >Some seconds later, it starts to clear >It's some kind of screwed up rotten head, looked kind of like a really ugly man with wolf teeth and ears >Stay there for like 10 minutes, not daring to do anything, not even stop looking at it >Finally, call my dad and ask him to open the window >See the head slowly making a really pissed off face >The moment my dad comes in, I go out the room >Come back when the window is open, nothing there

Might have been a dream though. I used to have a lot of weird dreams back then, there were a lot of dreams where I actually dreamt of waking up and seeing myself exiting the room, only to wake up and find that I was still in the bed.



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Too many, I can't...

>Be 5 >Great-gma dies >2 months later, be on trampoline >Great-Gma comes and has a chat with me >Two years later, remember >NOPE

>Be 8 >Go into woods behind gma's house >Skeleton with dog head, human body >NOPE

>be 9 >Go to girl-scout camp >Cabin mate has penny-sized lights travelling up and down her body in straight lines. >Scratching at window >NOPE out of there >Sleep in mess hall >IT WAS A FREAKING BEAR APPARENTLY

>Training cadets to read maps like a freaking pro three years ago >Sitting by wall, no one can get on right side of me. >Feel pain in leg >Go to bathroom and check >Hand print on leg, bleeding where the nails would be. >NOPE.WAV

>Be 18 >Having amazing dorm room sex >Guy is so good >Three shadows in room >NO MORE SEX NOW

>Be Thursday night >Roommates won't shut up >Leave >Walking to late night study >Shadows everywhere >Voices >"When will you die?" >"Car!... Car!... Die!" >"Throat... slit..." >NOPEITYNOPE



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>late teenage years, living in parents' basement >other than my room, there is only one light in the basement and only one light switch, at top of stairs >no windows so pitch dark when light is off >get pissed whenever parents forget I'm down there and turn the light off, I'm afraid of the dark >be home alone >3am >in room 4channing and playing vidya >need to use bathroom >light got turned off somehow, flashlight up the stairs and turn on >go to bathroom >go back onto the stairs, start heading down >light turns off and door closes behind me >door locks

I never stayed home alone at that house again.



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Actually, it's a story that happened to my best friend several years ago. About 14 years ago her hubby was worked for the air force and they were stationed at Edwards Air Force Base (where the shuttle lands). Anyway, her Mom had come out to visit and they were driving off of the base pretty late at night. Well, according to her, at Edwards in order to get off the base you have to drive for miles and miles through the desert and it is, of course, very very dark at night. So, they're driving through the desert she and her Mom and her son is in the back of the car when her headlights light up a guy walking on the side of the road way up ahead. He's got on a flight suit and he's carrying his helmet in his hand down next to his body. When they're getting closer to him, her Mom turned to her and suggested that maybe they should pick him up. My friend agreed and when they both brought their eyes back to the road he had vanished. She said it was the weirdest thing that has ever happened to her. They both just kind of looked at each other with shocked faces. The thing about Edwards AFB is that they do a lot of test piloting for planes out there and several planes have gone down in the desert killing men over the years.

Anyway, that's just another story to scare you before you go to bed tonight.



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>be 18 >go on hunting trip with brothers (21 and 24) >get to favorite spot in the middle of wyoming >set up tent for the night >build fire and pass around the shine >go to sleep around 11pm >wake up around 4am to head to hunting spot >notice our packs had been moved from the tree we put them in >think nothing of it >hunt for the day and get nothing >head back to camp >find a hand written letter in tent >"We are watching you" >nope all the way back to our truck >never go back to hunting spot again



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>home alone 3 AM >watching saturday night live >see white crawling figure by couch >hear door slam shut >NOPE.jpg



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>lie in bed, half asleep half awake >alone in my room >suddenly something hits my neck >muscles twitching, can't move for a few seconds >take a look behind me >IT'S A FREAKING WALL >get up >examine neck in mirror >freaking bruise on my neck >NOPE.jpg.exe.bin.rar.zip.sav



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>be every night >be going through house >turn off all light >look out of windows >see crap appearing in every single window >think about \x\ >nope.www



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> happened to my uncle > be 25, back in 75´ > grandpa told him to go live alone (fight and crap) > Uncled asked friend to lend him the keys of his parents empty house (they had 3 houses) > friend delivers keys for him to crash a couple of days and jokes him about the house being haunted for the "hottie"

now here is where you might post BS, supposedly, that house was habitated before they bought it and a girl was killed there, supposedly you can't see her face but everyone that saw her claims she is HOT and wearing a blue dress, that's the only features everyone identifies

> uncle sleeping > wakes up, feeling unease > uncle facing wall, door at his feet, open > he feels someone standing at his back > shrugs it and tries to sleep > suddenly...feels sheets being pulled... > he only thinks in hold sheets > pulling continues, sheet is tense where he is grabing it and the other thing is pulling > pretending to be asleep, yawns and yanks the sheet and covers all up to the head > hears gigling > he NOPES the crap out to funky 70s music > feels that someone moving to his feet > feels where the sheet is lifted, and a slowly advance of something wanting to grab his feet > he pulls his feet higher, avoiding to be touched > no more room, he gets angry and stands up, turning lamp on > he glances the end of a blue dress and, acording to him, a very fine pair of calves making a turn in the door > nopes out...not interested in meeting with Hottie Ghost



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>be at summer camp. >legend has it cabin 16 is haunted. >spend the night there with friends. >at around 2am hear screaming from the second floor. >wake up my friends. >they say they didn't hear anything. >we all go to the second floor. >window shatters. >NOPE.jpg >noped back to the first floor. >in the wall writen in black: 'GET OUT' >run out of the cabin with my bro's. >sleep outside



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>go ghost hunting with my friend's who have a paranormal team >they're going to a Shawnee Indian burial ground >tell them I'm half Shawnee Indian and ask if I can tag along >they agree >get out to site >they start asking questions >crap goes crazy >shadows everywhere >voices everyone >loud shout of "GET OUT" >finally I speak up and say that I'm member of the tribe because of my bloodline >everything calms down >everyone nopes out of there

Then:

>a year after that incident >wake up >Indian watching me sleep >yell "Who are you?" >Indian vanishes >NOPENOPENOPENOPE



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>Be 15 >Go to allegedly haunted house >I mean, it's an old as crap house, freaking huge. Near a place in Wales called Pontblyddyn or something like that. >Anyway, a few friends and I decide to spend the night in this place. >Go into one of the bedrooms >Keep the doors open so we can see stuff (the unacknowledged reason was so we could run out as soon as anything happened). >Light across the hallway in another room keeps flickering on and off. >Just flickers there >WTF man? >My best friend and I decide to go outside into the courtyard (I said this place was old, think 18th century manor house). >Look up into the window. >Lights flicking on and off. >Can see a figure standing there. >Screw it, must be our friends screwing around. >Go back up to the house >Friends leg the hell out of there, saying they're not going back in there. >We walk up >I'm basically crying and pissing myself >We walk up to the room before. >The door is flung open, the bed has been flipped over >Okay, screw it, our friends have done something to piss us off. >The flickering light room is visible as we start to walk out >See a woman in a wedding dress there >NOPE out of there. >Does it end there? Nope. >We're trying to run out. >Doors keep opening and closing behind us, around us. >We get lost in the freaking house. >Things are thrown at us >We race into one room, and hide in there >Look out the windows. >Our friends are still running down the road, little specks. >Something on horseback is chasing them.. >My best friend turns to me and says, "We're getting out." >Couldn't agree more >Fling the door open, freaking race around the house. >Crap has stopped now. >Manage to find our way out into the front. >We start running away, turn bac. >The light is still flickering on and off with the figure there.

Three months later I convinced my family to move back to England. My friends were okay; they didn't realize they were being chased. I don't talk to them anymore, though. I don't know if they had done something to drive me and my buddy off or not.



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>Be 12 >Walking down the street with mom >Big white van drives down road >See person tied up sat next to the driver >Ask mom if she saw it >"No? I wasn't looking" >Keep seeing the same van for the next couple of weeks >Nope >See person who looks like the dude driving the van one night >Start walking faster >He's right behind me >NOPE >Run home



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>At supermarket >This guy, about 35-40, overweight, balding comes up to me >it's a small town, I think I might know him, not by name, just seen him once or twice >"Are you still scared Daniel (my name)?" >wat >"Are you still scared?" >nope'd right out of the store



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>be a while ago >sitting with my two friends, waiting for parents to pick us up from school >various people walking by >out of no where, a man runs up to us >shouts "WHO YOU WITH, BABY GIRL?!" >all attention on us >I look absolutely stunned and at a loss for words >he repeats himself >my friends and I all look at each other >"Jesus Christ, babygirl." >mumbled some sort of answer to him, me and my friends all ran to the convenience store down the street >think we're safe, try to buy some soda >hear his voice outside talking to a guy about 'three young girls' >freaking noped all the way home



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A met a peculiar man earlier today.

>sitting on a bench, smoking, chillin >an older man with an umbrella walking in front of a younger couple >he "pulls over" to let them pass >really anxious; stepping in place and whatnot >after they pass he looks at me and says >"I should just beat the crap out of them" >while patting his hand with his umbrella



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My great grandmothers experience.

>Be I guess 120years ago or something no clue >Live in very undeveloped part of Alabama or Arkansas don't remember >Live next to railroad, edge of very small town with train station >Trash is on porch, great grandmother is home alone with my grandma (baby) >She sees something walking along traintracks >She thinks it's a monkey >Takes my grandma and goes inside >"Monkey" is on their property now >He gets on the porch and goes through their trash >She realizes that it's a person, dragging his arms around in very grimy clothes >He notices her and starts banging on door >She hides in closet >He bangs on door for 2-3 hours or so >Leaves >Great grandfather comes home from work >Never see monkey man again



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Not really paranormal, but still creeped me out.

>Mexican me gets a new job, so need work boots >go to Walmart, since I'm low on cash and ANY work boots will do >in the shoe aisle looking at the boots when this 50-something y/o white guy in camo clothing comes up to me >sees that I'm looking at the boots and stands right next to me and looks me in the eye >"Wou know you don't wanna buy those boots right?" >me: "Uh, why not?" >"Well those there are Chinese-made boots, see they're made so that when the Chinese start invading us and we try to march against them, our boots will fail and they'll win." >me: "....." >"Yeah man, but we're gonna kill them, just like in 'Nam, and then you gotta screw them in their eye sockets." >I'm creeped out by this but I want him to just be on his way, so I chuckle and say "Yeah man, sure." >"Yeah man, yeah! But you gotta do it real quick, right after you kill them, that way the body is still warm and it feels great all over you, and then you penetrate right into their brains. Oh yeah man!" >I'm just standing there thinking is this really happening right now >"But yeah man, don't get them chinese boots, get some American ones and we'll win it, you'll see who laughs last, see you around man" >and just like that he's gone

Like I said, not paranormal, but still creeps me out that an individual like that is out there in the general public. I'm pretty sure that guy was like a war criminal or a murderer or something.



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>walking my dog in the middle of the night >I come to a 4 way intersection right when a black car does >car slows down and stops >wave them it's okay to go ahead >nothing happens for a moment >they begin turning left but halfway into the turn they stop completely >stand there for about 10 seconds waiting for them to go >nothing happens >I try to see into the car from my spot on the sidewalk but it's too dark to make out anything >... >awkwardly turn around and speed walk home

No idea what was going on there.



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>be 8 or 9 >best friend has crazy old man as a neighbor >every day when she gets off the school bus he's there waiting at the stop (doesn't have kids, or any family for that matter) >has a dog, a pitbull >doesn't just wait at the bus stop. He waits at the bus stop with his finger UP HIS DOG'S BUTT >just smiles and asks my friend how she's doing >does this every day

Or another time

>friend was younger, 3 or 4 >her and her twin sister were playing in front yard >old man comes up, tells her about great toys in his house >her and her sister go with him >they start playing with toys, old guy starts taking off his clothes >their mom saw them go in his house (thank god) so bursts in after them >sees old guy taking off his pants, girls playing innocently >she knows dude is crazy

I saw the guy once when I went to her house. Scared the hell out of me. She had about a million and one stories about him, the creepy old goat.



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>be walking in crappy part of town >see white male with dirty clothes and a huge black beard >probably homeless >he runs up to me >ohcrap.jpg >hurriedly mumbles a couple sentences I couldn't understand while making the football goal sign with his hands >I play along and nod >he staggers away like he could barely walk despite running a few seconds ago



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>be 8 or so years old

>at toys r us with mom, leave and get in the car

>mom realizes she left her wallet in the store

>tells me to go get it for her

>get out of car, run back in store, retrieve wallet

>on way back get distracted by toys, wander down hall looking in all the aisles

>come to an aisle and see a dude in his 20's near in a large trench coat sort of hunched over, dirty, hair unkempt

>I BS you not, this guy was full on masturbating in toys r us

>stare at his thing which he has out of his sweatpants

>he notices me, leers at me while continuing to masturbate (not that I knew what that was at the time, I was kind of shocked and couldn't figure out why he was tugging his penis) his eyes are crazy

>eventually snap out of shock, flee to car

>don't speak entire car drive back

Seriously who the hell just goes to a toy store and openly masturbates in the aisles?



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>be walking around town center with friend

>walk into apple store to troll around, see shady looking middle aged mexican guy watches us as we go in

>walk out of apple store, guy still there, just standing outside the store

>we start walking again, notice guy is following us

>get to empty alleyway, no one else in immediate vicinity

>guy picks up pace towards us

>have a harmonica necklace, loudly announce jokingly to friend how it could double as a rape whistle

>blow on it

>man suddenly turns around and books it out of there

>allofmynope

Strangers are scary



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>walking to art class >listening to my ipod to the creepiest song in the lain ost (which is also conveniently bg music for every weird scene in the series)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyNzQs-3mXI&feature=share&list=PLC82A807CBA68BFB7

>cloudy, no one's in the street, no cars around etc >white van passes by, and I see three guys inside in devil masks looking straight at me >nope.jpg



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>be home alone >stereo starts playing downstairs >walk downstairs >stereo stops playing before I reach the final step on stairs >walk back up and go to bed



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I have told this one before but it is really the only one I can think of.

I went to a taco shop for some carne asada. Inside I see an employee trying to shoo out a guy that is clearly retarded and crazy. He is just babbling random crap in a retarded voice so I don't pay him much attention. Thye finally get him out.

I get my carne asada and head out the door. The guy is standing right by my car. I try to ignore him and open my car door. He grabs my arm, looks me in the eye, and says "this isnt real life. you need to wake up cuz you aint livin' brother.". It creeped me out because when he said it, all of the retard and crazy was out of his voice, it was normal.

He let me go and I drove home. Never saw him again.



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ITT: We post about creepy/weird/scary moments with strangers. I'll start

>Be going home late one night, walking >See this man in the middle of the road. >No cars, the place is dimly lit and he's doing something weird. >Squatting then standing upright again in continuous motion with his hand on his side. >Wut >Look at me, smiling. Full Grin mofos while still bobbing up and down >Get creeped out, run away. >Look back and he's still doing it

Pic kinda related, that's all I think of whenever I remember that night.



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>Around 10 years ago >be 11/12, live in big old house >only people at house are me my parents, guinea pig and tortoise >house is big so all of us spend nights upstairs >to add to all of it house is in middle of nowhere >like 100m from house someone was killed and buried, but they found it out and it was in news like year after we moved to flat in city >Middle of a night I hear creeking from downstairs >turn on radio >creeking and few other quiet noises are little bit more loud >I go out of my room, check all of rooms upstairs >it's clear >creaking stops. >other night >same stuff but when I go back to room creaking is back. >take flashlight and go downstairs >everything is dark and creepy >get scared run upstairs go to sleep with pillow on head >things happen often >finally feel slighty more brave and try to check everything >check whole upstairs and downstais >clear >still hear noises >they go from garage/basement >garage and basement got tons of rooms and is dark >open door to staircase >imagination full on >hear all those creaks, noises and breathing like sound >NOPE NOPE NOPE.jpg >run to sleep, never check house again.

>Actually asked my mother few years later did she heard all of those, and she said yes, and she was also little bit afraid of that house



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>be 6 >at grandparents place >area know for witchcrafting and other sh*t >driving my bike in front of house >see man coming towards me >man with goat head >NOPENOPENOPE.jpg



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>be 17 >taking a stroll at night on a golf course near my house >a lot of trees >see shadow move >aim flashlight, it's gone >"hmmm weird" keep strolling >20 minutes later >see shadow, closer this time >hear faint laughter >NOPE >run a fair amount >slow down >start heading towards home >half mile away >see shadow right near me, hear laughter >random dog runs out to yard, barks >NOPE >run home, hear dog bark then wimpier, then silent >get home, lock door, keep lights on >no sleep



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>1:30 am. >Walking home from work. >Walking by car lot. >Old timey model in show room. >For a split second see a man in the driver's seat smile to me, tip his straw hat and vanish.

Actually not a nope moment, as I thought it was pretty freaking awesome. But I never saw him again. I would look in that window over and over every night I passed the place. No sign of BroGhost :(



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>Be around 13ish >Riding my bike to my friend's house >Afraid of the dark like a little wimp so I'm always paranoid >At night I always just put my bike into the final gear and go as fast as I can. >Pull into said friend's driveway >Notice very large in-human creature behind his house about 150feet away >Almost like a tall bigfoot >Glares at me with yellow eyes >I burst into friend's house and proceed to nope.jpg on his couch >His younger brother says he's seen it before when he was younger. >Halloween that year or maybe the following >With friends at another friend's house >His backyard has a trail that leads to a junkyard >We're screwing around in the junkyard and decide to head back >As we get into his backyard we turn around to see where the friend that owns the house is >He must still be screwing around in the junkyard >Right as we're about to turn around and go towards his house a very large creature just runs past into the brush >Same white creature as before, except up close it seems like it's 7-8ft tall >We proceed to nope.jpg our way back to his house >Ask friends if they saw what I just saw >We all saw it And that was the last day I went outside at night.



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I wasn't alone but it was Halloween and I was walking with some friends. >Be young >Maybe around 10-13 >Walking on grass next to road >Road is usually busy >I'm in the back walking with my two friends >We're talking and laughing >I feel something grab my shoulder >Nope and sprint ahead yelling >Turn around and nothing is there.

Pretty crappy story but sure was scary as hell.



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>biking... >biking on trail >stop to have to take a pic >still biking half hour later >get spooked since I am the only one on trail >keep going >keep going >almost there >get into neighborhood... I'm in the clear now >GIANT DOG COMES OUT OF NOWHERE >It chases me home >I bike like neil armstrong in the tour defrance with both nuts. >dog still running at me >get home, throw bike in driveway >unlock door as quick as possible >get inside...nope.exe



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>Be about 12 in Hillbilly Hell, Tennessee >Going trick-or-treating all by myself for the first time >Creepy house at the end of the road that I live on >Never seen the person who lives there despite all the crap strewn about the lawn >Going door to door for candy, coming closer to the creepy house >In viewing distance of creepy house, see decrepit old man rocking away in his rocking chair >Blank-eyed stare. He's just rocking away like it's nothing out of the ordinary >Feel creeped out and decide not to go any further down street >Cut across other street nearby and visits the houses there >Getting late and pretty tired. Lady that my parents know from church gives me ride home >She cuts down the same road I decided to take to avoid the creepy ancient guy >He is still on his porch rocking away >Drive by his house all the time for years and never see him or anyone else who lives there again >Nope



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>be 16 >friend (let's call him Billy) suggests we check out the abandoned college in town >sure, why not >go there after school >it's a massive, four-story block building with various other buildings connected to it >wander around outside for a bit >"Let's go inside." >ok.jpg >inside it's a total hole, like it was hit by a bomb or something, everything is all over the floors, windows are smashed, rubble everywhere, trashed furniture everywhere >wandering around the 2nd floor, find some metal sticks >pick them up, they're swords >go upstairs >wander around for a bit >get bored and decide to leave >going downstairs >hear heavy footsteps >ohgod.jpg >frantic whispers between ourselves >decide to call out >"H..Hello?" easily loud enough to hear >no response >Call again >Footsteps still coming, are close >NOPE.PNG >put down sticks and go upstairs, decide to go along and down the next staircase >do so, running along and over the crap on the floor making a load of noise >suddenly hear the metal stick we had being moved >OHGOD.PNG.GIF >get to the staircase >get down as fast as possible >run across rubble and crap on first floor, nearly slip and die on paint that had a some kinda crust over it >outside, sprinting and noping at the speed of SCREW THIS >climb over fence and run another two hundred-ish metres to safety

Never run so freaking fast in my life. No idea who/what that was. Gives me chills just thinking about it.



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>Be 3 weeks ago >Live in Oklahoma between a city and a town >Extremely rural >Out smoking, hear noise out near road >Loud scraping, then CRASH >Hear sapling trees breaking and splintering >.nope

No idea what it was, those saplings were about 8 feet tall and a human couldn't have broken one like that. No bears or mountain lions around, what was that?

Also, no car crashes or anything. Went back out to the area next day and saw a few bushes trashed, couple shorter sapling broke, but the 4 saplings I thought I heard were absolutely destroyed.



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>be about 12 >be staying at my aunts for a few weeks, can't remember why >she's super nice and lets me sleep in her bed while she sleeps in the basement >she also stays up very late at night listening to weird music in the living room >be Saturday night >she has some friends over >fall asleep easily to the sound of music and chattering >woke up several hours later because I had to pee >started hearing freaking weird noises from the living room >thought it was just some weird music but checked anyway >the stereo is off >No-one was there >noise got louder >it was some sort of grunge, cough and slithering sound >sounded like someone was dragging themselves towards me >ran to the hall >it followed >nopenopenopenopenope >ran down stairs >heard thumping down stairs >ran inside the basement door, locked it and slept in my aunts bed for the rest of the night



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Alright, I'll share. I've got a few from when I moved into a house that was previously occupied by a crazy old woman.

First incident:

>have to scrub wall, this place is so filthy because old lady never cleaned >steam and vacuum carpets 6-7 times >home alone >step on hypodermic needle just laying on carpet >wat.

Second incident:

>helping friend color their hair >go to grab kit from bathroom >freezer bag FULL of syringes next to it >"mom, are these yours?" >"wtf no, throw those away" >nope.

Third incident:

>skyping with friend >normally at the head of my bed, urge to sit at foot of it tonight >chatting it up, laughing at 3AM >light fixture falls on my head >lump the size of golf ball >screw to fixture is completely stripped >"...mom, I'm bleeding...a lot. help."

Fourth incident:

>dog goes missing >look all over neighborhood with friends >give up, leave food out to lure her home >find her in the middle of the yard, away from street >no injuries >post mortem cut from neck to stomach >nope

Fifth incident:

>taking out garbage >smell something dead >call friend from inside to help me find it >we both realize it's coming from the attic >"Screw that noise, I'm not going up there." >"Me neither." >smell continues until I move out



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I had something weird happen a few weeks ago.

>At grocery story >Sweet looking old lady comes up to me out of nowhere >"You should think about your future now." >"Uh, alright." >Promptly leave store >Get home >Look in mirror for split second as I walk in >Old lady standing behind me in mirror >Blink >She's gone >.Noooope



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Man, I forgot to take a picture of it but here it goes anyway.

>Helping my parents move last week. >Find homemade toy in the garage. >Toy is made out of wire and is human shaped with long limbs and a white head. >"Hey dad, what's this?" >"That's Skinny George, you don't remember him?" >turns out he was my imaginary friend through most of elementary school. >parents tell me that I used to try and sneak out at night to play with him. >I don't remember any of it. nopenopenope



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>few years ago >laying quietly in bed late at night >double doors at the foot of bed >doors are shut tight >doors suddenly crack open >feel cold chill in room >"hello"? >get up to check hallway >pitch black, silent >lock doors get under covers nnnope.jpg



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>be 7 >move into new 3 story house >get new cat >cat is weird >cat just stares into space and scurries 5ft then stops and stares again >wake up one night with cat in my bed right in my face >looks at window and stares >nothing there >pick up cat and put it in parents room >back in bed >hear tap at window and something move away quickly >I'm on second floor >nope >run out crying into parents room

We eventually gave the cat to our friend because it was just a weird freaking cat. The cat was totally chill at the friend's house and still is. So, something was making that cat a little edgy at my old house.



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>4 years ago >Live on a cattle farm. >Cattle aren't coming in to the barn like normal OH GOD ARE THEY ON THE ROAD? >Find them down by where I roll bales out crowded against the fence scared as hell. >Wtf they aren't eating their hay... >Investigate hay bale. >As I approach I all the sudden notice that a very large animal is eating the bale. >Animal is perhaps six feet tall at the back and has the head of a goat and the body some great shaggy gray fur and long legs. >Not very concerned about me being there, just regards me with it's glowing orange eyes while it eats my bale. >Cattle are on their own tonight, back to the house! >Next day all cattle are fine but part of my fence has be broken through much higher than cattle could.



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>be 7-8 >attic being renovated >no one in attic, completely cleaned out for renovation >go upstairs to play >single armchair in the room, with a wine rack built into the brickwork >few bottles of dusty wine in the rack >playing away with plastic soldiers >"change the channel please dear." >I freeze, it sounded like an old woman's voice >still frozen, turn around >no one there >peg it downstairs and never go back up until they'd finished renovating

My mother told me years on that a woman had died in that seat. The old lady drank herself to death, and watched TV the months before she passed away for days on end upstairs in her attic. During renovation the builders refused to move the chair after hearing about the story as they got real creepy feelings when trying to move it, same for the wine rack.

She seemed like a nice enough woman from what I was told, but at the time I was frightened.



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>be 15 >be around 3-4am >playing new gameboy in my room. >hear extremely loud crash from downstairs. >open my door >as I open my door, the rest of my family does also, all of us were upstairs. >go downstairs, all the china is on the floor shattered. >wut >all doors locked and windows are sealed.

Mom told me later that she used to me scared for her life some nights. We would constantly hear walking in the hall ways and kitchen.



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Here goes. To this I say I've only been back once...

>be throwing 12 year birthday party >live in backwoods town > have a dirtroad leading to a no trespassing sign and a abandoned sand factory >you used to hear mixing sand all night when I was 6 before they closed it down due to workplace injuries > parents told me to never go there they really aren't religious or tend to give a crap very often so I listened > have my best friend and buddy I've known forever stay all night for the party >tell them about the story they wanna go I was a bit creeped out > were all guys btw >ask mom and dad if we can hang out with friends for awhile on our neighborhood >knock yourself out, it's your birthday, have fun > wave bye start walking down the road with buddies > never actually climbed a 10 foot barbed wire fence before so we used a shirt to cover our hands up the barbed wire > get to this factory it's huge >4 stories high ladder leading to the top >climb, me and my best friend are waiting on my buddy to get up, it's really high > one of the rusty ladder poles broke, buddy starts freaking out and climbs faster > get to the top and start freaking out >go inside main building at the top, all the mixers are beneath us >door is locked >see one of those fire axes kick the glass and break the lock off the door to open it >Inside the building we find something called"goetic"? Cult papers it was creepy >we hear a noise coming from the mixer >nope.jpg >my buddy runs for the ladder and we head down >I head down the ladder then my best friend but my buddy is frozen in fear, he sees something >we finally make it down we see my buddy head down finally but he's crying?



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>be 19 >be drinking/jamming out in the garage with a couple friends like any other day >got a little tipsy, feeling sleepy >starting to get dark outside, ask friends to take off >crash on living room couch >hours later, awake from slumber >no idea of the time, everyone must be asleep because the house is dead silent >next to the t.v, there's the hallway leading to all the rooms. >very first door is the guest bathroom >notice silhouette of someones head peeking over the corner from said bathroom, looking at me >thought it was my bro, called out >little response, flinched a little. like I scared him or something >got up, started walking over >when I got close, it abruptly shot into the bathroom >turn on lights, nothing there



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When I was about 6 my great uncle payed us a visit. We didn't see him much because he lived in Devon. (I come from further up north)

He visited us, and we decided to go and stay with him and his wife for a week. On the car journey their (which was long) I was playing on my old gameboy black and white for the duration of the ride as you'd expect a young boy to do.

Well, it got dark as we was driving through a wooded area up towards his house. His wife looked really nervous and she was looking left and right every couple seconds.

We got up to the driveway and all the adults began shouting. My great uncle said "Stay in the car, it's back again".

His wife, my mom and me stayed in the car while he and my 4 uncles (In another car) got out and began chasing something through the woods.

After half an hour they all came back as tired. (These were some pretty healthy blokes) My great uncle told us to get into the house before it came back.

We obliged and he pulled the curtains over then deadbolted the front and back doors.

I didn't sleep that night because it felt like something was watching me.

My uncles refuse to talk about what "it" was and my mother down right denys it.



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> Great uncle comes to visit. > Invites us to his, we accept. > Playin' on my black n white gameboy like a young boy does > About 4 hours later (Yes he lives that far away) all the adults in the car start shouting. > Something big ran infront of us on the road. > Only caught fleeting glimpse of the thing but it was about 7 foot tall, very muscular and covered with fur. > All the men from the car and the car behind us (Other uncles) get out and chase the thing. > Come back nearly an hour later as tired as. > Get to his and lock doors, pull curtains over. > Great uncle swears (which he rarely did) "Keep away from the b****ding windows, that c**t likes sticking its friggin' maulers in". > No body slept for the whole night and we left the next day.

None of the buggers like to speak about what they saw but I think it looked a little like a werewolf.



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>7 years old, have imaginary friend named Ed. >Wake up at around 3:00am. >Tallish, young guy is standing over my bed. >Tells me Ed isn't real and there is a world beyond the one I have in my mind and then leaves my room. >Be about 15 >Wake up at around 5:00am >Same friggin' guy is standing in front of my door. >As soon as I say "Hello?" he leaves. >17 >Just woke up from my first bout of sleep paralysis >My dog is barking and growling at something. >The man is once again in my room watching me and leaves after about 20 seconds.



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>me and some friends are alone at my house >it is dark >we hear the door downstairs being closed >someone's walking up the stairs >the one goes into my brother's room >we think my brother is back home >we go into his room >everything's dark and no one is there (in the whole house)



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>be like 3 or 4 >have a swing set and mini jungle gym in backyard >go outside one morning to play >see three little kids playing on my swing set >they take off towards the side of my house as soon as they see me >try to run after them, turn the corner and they're gone >run to tell my mom that I saw "ghost kids" playing in our backyard >her face when there's a huge fence on all sides of our house that block entrance into our backyard >never lets me play outside by myself again



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I've had so many things happen to me all my life. According to my mother,she thinks our family tree is cursed because of all the weird crap that's happened over the years.One of the earliest ones I can remember happened to my sister.

Be around 6-7,sis is around 4-5. We used to live in a 2 story house that was down a dirt road with woods around it. Nearest neighbors were about a mile or two away. House was pretty old but in really good condition. Had a barn in the back. We used to play outside and in the barn all the time. One time my sister went outside for a while before I did. I finally get outside and she's talking to air. I go up to her and ask her what's going. She responds by saying she's talking to a Soldier she met in the barn.

I just give her an odd look and blow it off.We run off and play but she's also talking to her "invisible" friend.This happens for a few weeks. During that time I start noticing that she's not sleeping and hardly eating,looks sickly and tired.My great grandmother comes to visit one weekend and the split second she walked into the house she made an odd face. Later on I hear her talking to my parents about something being in the house when they thought we had gone to bed.Fast forward to a week later and great grandma comes back with some stuff that I didn't understand what it was.

Scented oils,candles,crosses,and tells us to come to her. She does this weird thing with an uncooked egg. She's chanting in and rubbing the egg over our bodies. She cracks open the egg she rubbed on me and yolk looks funky. Does the same to my sis and her's comes out even weirder.

G-grandma proceeds to walk all over the house spraying the oils EVERYWHERE in the house while chanting and rubbing some kind of smelly bush or grass also. She gets to my sister's closet and something growls? I couldn't tell what it was or what it sounded like. Suddenly my sister passes out with her eyes rolled back. I can hear my g-grandma arguing with something.

Hear the phrases "LEAVE","GET OUT",and "SHE'S NOT YOURS TO TAKE". Power flickers and there's no storms or wind,no reason for it to go out. About an hour later she comes out of my sister's room and says "It's gone now" to my parents. Sister wakes up next day fine. Later on I found out that the house belonged to some old 'Nam vet.

After that my sister hasn't had crap happen to her but I've had more crap happen to me after.



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>Going to my Lithuanian Sea Scout meeting area >It's pretty late >Had pretty scare dreams before that day >After the meeting I start to leave >Just as I walk out of the building BAM >3 Lamps explode right infront of me

This crap happened to me 3 times, I can only remember 2

>Going to my Sprint canoe practice >Walking past a bar BAM >Lamp explodes again >Sudden flashbacks of the time I went to my Sea Scout meeting >Bar keeper starts yelling at me

Explain this to me /x/



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>be about 7 or 8 >have a brother about 13 years older than me >all of his friends are really close to our family >go to a party at brother's friend's apartment with my family >really old building, 150-200 years old which had been converted into apartments >we arrive at the door, he lets us in >little girl around my age standing behind him, looking at us >later ask him where she went >he tells me there were never any other kids at the party

Then who was little girl? Obviously being a kid I wasn't really freaked out about it, just brushed it off. But now when I think about it it's pretty creepy, I remember it really vividly.



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>be probably 16 or 17 at the time, hanging out with my little sister who was 8 while my parents were out on a saturday night >this was every saturday, we always got to have the house to ourselves and play video games and have fun w/e >suddenly I get a really bad feeling in my chest and I go to the kitchen to get a drink of water, and my little sister gets there the same time I do >she looks weird so I ask her what's wrong, she says she doesn't feel good >right across from the sink is a nook and a sliding glass door, and the blinds are pulled back >both of us see two glowing, floating blue orbs (almost like a concentrated ball of burning gas?) about 4 feet up from the ground outside the slider door, looks like it could be eyes >she asks me if I see the two "blue guys" too >quickly grab her hand and go upstairs to watch Scooby Doo and calm down because I have to be a brave big sister

I didn't want to freak out and scare her more, but both of our stomachs hurt really badly, and we talked about later and said it would almost be the same height and eye-width apart as if she'd stood there herself. She still remembers it and she's 13 now.



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>Home Alone (To the best of my knowledge) >Go into kitchen to find the chocolate bar I got yesterday >Christ, Mom. Where did you put it!" >Search in all cabinets, where I put it last time, and fridge and freezer. > Angrily grab water and put it on the counter. >Hear movement in basement >NOPE >"Hello?" >It is my dad "Hey kiddo just got home" > Disregard noping > Turn around to get water bottle. > THE FREAKING CANDYBAR IS LEANED AGAINST IT. >NOPENOPENOPE >Nope upstairs >Nope into my room with the candy bar Should I eat it?



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>be 18 >sitting on my friend's bed leaning against the wall >late at night >something pokes me in the back >the wall has nothing on it >NOPE.jpg



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>walking past wildlife park reserve or some crap like that at night >forest separated from sidewalk by large metal fence >street lamps end as park thing begins >complete darkness except for light from occasional cars >fence ends >clearing in forest, big tree in the center >entrance to clearing from sidewalk is a wooden gate painted white, missing the door, but the latch is firmly locked >gate stands apart from rest of fence, which is a completely different style from the fence >something wrong with that fence >realize I've stopped walking to look past the fence >feeling increasingly paranoid, more and more convinced the fence is screwed up >brought back to reality by homeless man passing by >go on my way as calmly as possible



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>be yesterday >be on daily jog with neighbour and our dogs in marshy land, it's pretty dark >discussing NWO, illuminati and move on to creepy crap like this thread >suddenly hear rustling from bush, about 5m from us >stop for a second, but disregard it as a random animal, think nothing of it >be 5 minutes later >creepy rustling from forest to the right of us, also quiet growls and otherworldly screeches, getting quite loud now >slight_nope.flv >getting really dark >rustling and screeching repeats twice >start jogging at faster pace, nope.avi >get to area with streetlights, as we approach the first one, it turns off >NOPENOPENOPE.wmv >get about 5m away from it, slowly turns back on >every street light we pass on our way home flickers, noone around, but no rustling, fortunately >wascreepybro



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>16 years old, living with parents and 14 year old brother >Went trick or treating for giggles, got tipsy >Came home, me and brother instantly start trading off candy, and arranging our candy >Starting to crash from sugar rush, maybe 2am >Tell brother we should crash in the living room >Brother on one couch, me on different couch across room >Slowly but surely pass out >Wake up at around 3am, have that gut feeling like something weird is about to happen >Sit up, scan room, nothing there but my brother >Glance over at brother >His eyes are as wide as can be, staring right at me >"Anon, what are you staring at?" >No reply, just a dead stare at me >"Knock that crap off before I smack you, anon." >Still no reply >Get up, start to walk around coffee table >Notice his eyes weren't staring at me >He was staring above me >Hear a THUD and what sounds like scampering feet go into the kitchen behind me >Whirl around, terrified at this point >Nothing there at all, complete silence >Turn towards brother his eyes are closed >Sit down, try to relax >Out of the corner of my eye, see my brother staring at me full on terrified glare again >Spin my head to him, his eyes are closed >Nope.jpg to my room, stay there all night until I pass out from exhaustion

Ask him about it, he doesn't remember a thing/says I'm lying

I know it wasn't a lucid dream/sleep paralysis because I never woke up after, and I stayed awake for some hours after.



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This is a story regarding myself at my aunts house, which is creepy. I'll add more stories if desired.

>Be 4 >Go to state fair with family >Holy crap dolls everywhere >I freaking hate dolls >Aunt decides to buy a bunch of raggedy ann ones >lolno >"Hey anon, you're staying with your aunt tonight okay?" >WHAT SCREW THAT >No choice >Go back to aunt's creepy friggin' house, she throws the raggedy ann dolls on the bed I'd be staying in (Maybe she thought I'd like to play with them?) >Go downstairs to watch cartoons, hear giggling upstairs >Wtf? >Scared, nervous, grab giant freaking dog and make him go with me >Get to room I'm gonna sleep in and dog flips a crap >Open door and all the raggedy ann dolls are lined up with their hands touching >Called my mum and NOPED out of there.



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>Last year >Getting ready to go around my girlfriend's house >All morning have the feeling that there is something right behind me >On the drive there >Keep checking my rear view mirror, thinking I'll see someone or something >Get to her house >It's just her and myself >Once I get into her room I close the door >Climb into bed with her (she was just waking up) >She asks what's wrong >I say "It feels like something has been following me" >Before she can say anything >Footsteps right outside her door >The slowly walk away and eventually stop >We were the only ones there >fistofthenopestar.avi



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>be 16 >be asleep one night at home alone >wake up strangely at exactly 3:00 am >(never wake up after going to sleep ever) >lay there and think about school and crap >hear barefeet slapping against hard flooring >start imagining small asian boy from Ju-on >NOPENOPENOPE FREAKING NOPE >stare at door for what seemed like hours >about to fall back asleep then door is literally forced open as hard as possible (exactly like someone just punched it really hard) >door hits wall so hard chips paint >scream like wimp >nothing there >NOPE



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>9 >had a weirdo neighbor who owned a little café >family used to visit it because it was really very cheap >neighbor was really strange, used to mutter things under his breath even when he was talking to you >never once saw him smile >would sometimes sit in his car for hours at a time, engine running, radio off, just sitting there >one day his café gets closed down >don't find out why for a couple of weeks, he's gone missing >parents ask another local >"ever wonder why the meat was so cheap? some lady eating a pie bit into a microchip that you find in cats and dogs." >never saw him again.

Sounds like it was ripped right off snopes but I never saw the guy again so SOMETHING had to be going on.



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>Be about 14 >Have younger brother >Something obviously wrong with him >Would always do stupid things because "she told him to" >One day we where sitting at the table eating breakfast >He looks to the side and starts whispering something >Without warning he grabs a knife, jumps up and stabs it straight through my mom's hand >Sits back down and looks up with a wicked scary grin >Everyone flipping crap >Hours later, after the hospital trip my brother is brought to the mental ward >Asked why he did it >"She told me to do it" was the only answer he gave >Still has that wicked grin >A few days after having him committed I start hearing a female voice >Fast whispering, can't really make it out >Ignore it as best I can >Years later brother moves back in >One night he runs at me and pins me down >"If you ever talk to her again, I'll freaking kill you" >I move out about a month later >He's sent back to the mental ward not long after



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>be a few minutes ago >find videos of me in photobooth playing xbox alone >the camera comes right up to my face >I don't notice it at all >okay



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>Be 5th grade >Homework was to do the snow dance >Be good little boy and dance around front yard at night >After about 30 minutes a van drives past me on other half of the street >Van slows down to a near stop

Mind Flashes back to mini-nope story a couple months before:

>Biking around the block to test my new bike >Different van drives past me riding on the sidewalk >Don't think anything of it until the van waits at the stop sign for me to pass >Realize van is following me home >Freaking book it

Back to the actual story:

>Van slows down to a near stop >I'm staring at it preparing myself to dip back inside >Van drives off. >Pick up on my moves and grooves, eventually start dancing in my neighbor's yard >After 15 or so minutes of this, the Van comes back, this time on my side of the street >Van stops in front of the neighbor's house I'm at >Stop dancing and walk back to my yard >The van freaking goes in reverse and stops in front of my yard >Run for the door and hide inside >Look outside to see large negro man leave the van and walk to the side of my house. >Contemplate going back out, but was too scared, knowing the man was waiting for me >Have only told close friends this story

I haven't thought much of this story until a few days ago when I found out the town I grew up in was actually a hotspot for child abductions and human trade.

>Mfw I was almost kidnapped by human snatchers and would of gotten sold to some man and raped and killed after living a pathetic life of slavery



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>be 13 >uncle just died motorcycle accident >go to texas for family time >attend funeral talk to hot cousins 15/16 y/o >15 y/o wants to take pic with me in bathroom >take picture >there is a figure in the picture by the shower curtain Imagine drawing a face on a foggy mirror with a pencil that is fully detailed >we go show the family to see if we are just overeating >my cousin ask's my little brother "What's that in the photo chris" "he shouts THAT'S UNCLE DAVE" >family looks at photo >it's him >we upload the photo to the computer >it's not there >we can't even see the photo on the phone anymore NOPE



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>be a high school freshman at home >11:45 at night >dad comes home from work at midnight, rest of family asleep >after reading a bunch of creepypasta decide to go to bed >take out DS start playing a game >roll over to get more comfortable (facing away from rest of room) >suddenly hear a thump and bed rocks like someone jumped on it, feel weight on my legs for a brief moment >Shoot upright, look around the room. >My room has no door, see no one >the dog is not allowed out of a room upstairs >dad wasn't home >mom and little brother long asleep >NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE



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>Be many years ago >Living in rather secluded place >About 2am, just sitting on my back porch, looking out at the dense forest around me >Dog is running around somewhere >Suddenly hear a loud yelp them dead silence >Grab my axe for self defense >Slowly creep into forest and start calling for my dog >Hear weird groan-like noises >Suddenly notice everything around me is dead silent >Something grabs my leg and pulls me down >I swing my axe wildly but hit nothing >Get to my feet and nope back to the house >Jump on my 4-wheeler and nope into town >Check into hotel for the night >Go back next day >Look for dog all around the house >Go the edge of my property line (I had a ten ft fence marking the property lines) >Nothing >Few days later >Go to step outside for a smoke >It's about 11pm so dark >Step on something >Look down >It's my freaking dog >Body mangled in ways it shouldn't be >Deep gashes and bite mark like cuts everywhere >Obviously dead >Disturbed, but slowly finish my smoke >Get bags, gloves and shovel and clean it up >Bury dog in front yard >Go to bed, restless sleep and image of my dog burned into my head



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>Be 5 >Move into new house >A few days after moving in I begin to get very tired all the time >Realize it's only when I'm in or around the house >Tell parents >Don't really care >Gets to the point I fight to stay awake >Start getting glimpses of things in the corner of my vision >Gradually over the years these "things" are making themselves more known >Start seeing them in rooms that are darkened >Start seeing them more clearly >Just looks like the shadow of a person but I normally see them when I'm alone >One night sitting with parents at dinner >One appears behind my dad >Just stands there for the whole time, looking in my general direction >Start feeling extremely tired and fight to stay awake >Actually fall asleep for a brief second >Parents didn't notice >Look around at parents >They're completely blanked out, eyes look empty and expressionless >Shadow man dissolves or something >Parents snap back and start talking again where they left off >Eventually move again >No experiences since



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>be 15 >at bff's house from turn of the century >upstairs in front room by myself while she's downstairs doing crap >suddenly think "he's coming", but it doesn't "feel" like my own thought >get image of someone with long blonde hair obscuring their face >feel apprehensive, but try to ignore it >happens again >happens again, feels more imminent, like he is coming NOW >decide screw this, I'm not going to be here when he gets here and go downstairs >be 2 weeks later, sleepover time with friend >parents drop us off at the house after dinner w/ her younger sister >about to watch movie downstairs >go upstairs to get sweater because I'm cold >get horrible DO NOT WANT feeling when I start up the stairs >the higher I climb, the worse the feeling gets until I'm panicking >chide myself for being silly and have to force myself to her bedroom door >do not want to open it >REALLY do not want to open it >FORCE myself to open the door and stop being such a baby >open door and step in room >FREEZE >the bathroom light is on, the door is ajar but almost closed, someone is inside talking to themselves >have never frozen up before or after this, literally cannot make myself move >see sweater on bed, keep telling brain to reach down, grab it and leave >can't >suddenly the talking stops >can feel it notice my presence >FREAK OUT, heart hammering so fast, want to cry >FEEL it turning toward the door to open it >the thought of seeing it face to face allows me the jolt I need to snatch my sweater and run out, slamming door behind me >run downstairs telling myself it was her sister, and she's going to be embarrassed when I caught her talking to herself in the bathroom, try loling at myself for being so panicky over nothing >run into living room, needing sister to NOT be there >sister is there, so is my friend >FREAK OUT >friend asks wtf and when I tell her, she FORCES me to go back up to her room to see if anything is going up >literally has me by the arm dragging me upstairs >when she opens the door to her room the bathroom light is off and the door is wide open >nope back downstairs freaking out like a little wimp >next week she sees a man with long blonde hair standing in her doorway >only I never told her about the "He's coming" incident >never spend the night at her house again



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Not paranormal, but >Spending night at grandparents house >Old fashioned, grandma and grandpa have separate bedrooms >In bed with gran (femanon here), facing hallway >Clock strikes 3:30, see dark figure come down the hall, stops right outside door and stares in the room just far away enough so no face is distinguishable >Happens every time I spend the night for the next 4 years

As an adult I realized my grandpa probably has PTSD from WW2 and that's why he wandered the house militantly in the middle of the night at specific times but as a wee lass it made me crap bricks every time.



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>Be an RA at one of my college's dorms >Last year, my friend committed suicide on the 3rd floor. Feelsbadman.jpg >The RA's have to do a routine Health and Safety check in each room >Go up to the 3rd floor >Check friend's old suite >I tell the other RA's that I'll check his old bedroom >This year a girl is living in this room >Start looking around, find nothing to worry about. Get ready to leave >A familiar male voice says from behind "Check underneath the bed, again" >Think it was a coworker, so I check underneath the covers >Under a little blanket, was a black kitten >No pets allowed >Pick up the cat and go to tell my coworkers about the cat. >Everyone has left the suite to stop a fight breaking out in the halls >Look around the suite, >No one there >Realize the voice sounded exactly like my friend >NOPENOPENOPE outta the suite with a kitten in my hands.



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>be at home >hear something upstairs, sound go on for 2 minutes >meh, cat? >countinue with whatever I was doing >suddenly remember, look behind me >cat is sleeping on bed, door closed all the time >then who was upstairs? >nope



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>be 16 years old >mom & dad are both nurses. same hospital for about 6yrs >80% of the time they aren't home. >downstairs one late night. summer time. >eating icecream. straight chillin' >dad's home on sick-leave. he's on the couch half-sleep >from upstairs I hear my mom call for me in her pissed off/angry tone of voice. >nope.jpg I'm in serious trouble. >dad fully wakes up. concerned face. >stops me from leaving the room. >"When did she get here? She doesn't get off for 4 more hours." >moment of silence. >we both NOPE around the house. >no mom was found >a NOPE.gif we both share and will never forget

A bunch of weird crap went down in that old house, however. That was just one of the strangest times. Pretty sure my Dad probably saved my life from whatever was upstairs. Calling only me. Mimicking my Mom. Angrily.



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>be at friend's house >his grandmother died in this house (It's his grandfather's) >His ANCIENT coal miner grandfather claims that the dishes still wash themselves occasionally >chalk it up to him being almost senile >About 1 A.M >me and the band I'm in have been watching horror movies >hear a dish drop in the kitchen >we know he's upstairs in bed, send one person to go check >the rest of us are in room >we all walk into the kitchen and there's one broken mug on the floor >All of the other dishes are clean

ALSO on another night >Be complaining about never sticking with piano >we're out in the garage (there's 4 of us) >hear mashing on out of tune piano in the side room everybody stays out of for some reason

Freaking house.

Also, this is all in Ohio. There's some woods WAY out past this house's big field, and there's an old forgotten cemetery way out in the woods.

>Always walked around it out of respect >made a point of telling anyone who came with us to walk right behind us and around it >Idiot with us doesn't listen once >Trips and screws up his ankle and shin >Turns out he tripped on these weird clay dolls that have never been there before >I send the others back, say a prayer asking for purity of this earth and for safe passage of those walking through it >never come back



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> be my dad as a kid > live in house in Iowa > house was previously a mortuary > hear coffin elevator go up and down in the middle of the night > house has also previously been a daycare and an old folks home > family who lives there claims it's haunted



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> be at the Stanley Hotel > go on ghost tour > extremely skeptical of the hype > skip through 4th floor calling "Sissy, sissy! I'm here to get you!" > feel hand suddenly become heavy and cold, fingers seem to want to move apart as if being held by a little kid > feel cold dots on arm, as if someone was poking me but no pressure > take pictures all around the hotel in multiple places, right after the other, etc > orbs

welp



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> be young child, somewhere between 8 and 10 > have mostly black cat along with another cat > black cat runs away > we live in Houston next to a busy road > never find cat > one night wake up, tired, nightlight on, turn to look towards door > could swear to freaking god the same cat was there at the side of my bed, paws placed on my mattress, looking in at me > definitely does not feel like a dream > feeling of horror at recognition and cat's bright eyes > cat seems to notice I woke up, tilts head, and calmly turns and walks off, out through my open door > no possible way it could have gotten in > feel chill and go back to sleep

> be a few years after that > family resigns to conclusion cat died somehow > brother comes in and excitedly tells me the cat came back > "Sigh...no, bro, it's dead." > walk into living room, Mom hurriedly putting on shoes > "No, Anon! I swear, I saw it too!" > look out large window to backyard, cat sitting beneath tree, calmly looking up > other cat from before in tree, fluffed up, looks terrified > black cat turns to look evenly at me, then once again turns and walks away > we go out, search everywhere, can't find this cat

Her name was Verushka or something. Never did find her. Never even knew what her name meant or if it might be related somehow? Kinda sounds like the Russian word for grandma.



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Can't remember what age I was when this happened. >Be home alone >Watching television in the living room >Hear flute in my room >Heart starts beating >Flute stops >Go up to room >Nothing there >"Just my imagination, probably the TV." >Play MGS 3 to feel rad >Flute starts playing again >Whispering right next to me >"What are you doing?" >Crap my pants with enough force to elevate me from the from the ground >NOPE out of my house >Outside my house >"Why are you running?" >NOPE back in >Hide in bed



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>be last night >be late night walk(around 12+) >walking looking down >look up >see female in mid-skirt standing just where the street light ends >looks at me for couple of secs >turns around and disappears into the shadow behind her >pace up walking >go around corner >no-one there >nope.jpg



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>Be 17 >walking with my friend to store >makes it about half way, guy with really greasy hair pulls over in a car with tinted windows that we can't see in by us >he says something in a really quite voice >I decided to be stupid and ask him what he said > whispers again >friend Nopes >friend grabs me and starts taking me to a nearby store >finally registers that the guy is a werido >werido rides around block for half hour >Hides in store for about 2 hours >Guys gone, calls parent to pick us up >could have been kidnapped



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>walking in bedroom >random feeling like I'm being watched >Ignore >sister tries to scare me with stories about the house being haunted >apparently she looked it up on the internetz >lolnicetry >call BS >she flips out and goes to sleep in the living room after a fight >hop up to turn off light >light is off, we are a go for sleep >walk back to bunk bed >Something grabs my ankle and trips me >fall >hit the ground >hit the ground freaking hard >hear a laugh >don't sleep that night



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>be 27 >Brazilian >living in the pantanal >fishing in my day off >god day for fishing got a 10kg dourado >try to catch some piranhas with some peace of bloddy meat for the fun of it. > see some black under th wather silent swiming on my direction >freak out >the dude come closer >it's a piranha cardume in a shape of a person >NOPE >get all my crap and get out as fast as possible

Later that nigth

>to other guys ate the bar tell me that 9 guys disapear fishing in that point of the river, they probabily fall in the water for some reason and the piranha and aligators eath them.

Never ever gona fish there again ever.



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>Be walking around with a friend at night, >Talked about scary stories like this. >Walked up on a corner and found 2 pictures of small kids (like 3 and 4) > Say jokingly "What if there was writing on the back that said something creepy?" > Turn creepy picture over and read "Live Evil Live. Die. Die. Die." >NOPE.jpg



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>Be around the ages of 7-10 >Visit my father who lives in a very small apartment complex every other weekend. > Sneak out of apt at night for hours to walk in circles around the complex >Remember doing it because something told me to >Also remember talking to whatever it was while walking >Don't remember much else

>Be 11-14 >Play outside with friends until around 2am in the morning >Remember walking away from them so I could be alone with whatever that thing was >On multiple occasions they said they would go looking for me and couldn't find me. > Their parents get concerned and ask my father why he wasn't watching me. > Hear them say that I was gone for hours and the parents couldn't even find me. >Don't remember what happened in those hours other than that I was walking around by myself and I know I was in the complex.

>Be 15-16 > Be More coherent > Pay more attention to my friends and focus strictly on whatever we were doing at the time. > Still had several occasions where I would walk off for no reason but I would realize it and go back to what I was doing with them. >Sometimes I would hear something calling my name or I would glance in a certain direction and literally feel that something in that direction was waiting for me. >Ignore it.

>Be 17 >Stop visiting my dad when all my friends there moved away.

> About halfway through 17 I start seeing a tall dark figured in my room at night. > It's there a lot. > Ignore it and blame visual matrixing. > Start feeling a weight press down on my bed when I have my head turned towards the opposite wall. > Ignore it. > Hear sounds in my room like things creaking and having drawers shut. > Ignore everything odd.

>Be 18 >Sounds go away > Weight on my bed only shifts every once in a while. > Thing is still there standing in the corner of my room about once a week.

I feel like it's never going to go away.

Life is perfectly normal other than that.



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Be 16 on family vacation to el salvador see picture of my deceased grandparents on my fathers side. Memory slaps me in the face.

Be 3 or 4 Living in section 8 housing By myself upstairs walking towards the stairs to go down Seeing my Grandmother on my left and saying hi to her She doesn't respond Just smiles I keep walking towards the stairs and trip on a towel at the top step and fall face first down the stairs. Don't hit the steps. My grandmother brings me to the bottom, I never touch a step. Turn around and she's not there. Walk into the kitchen which is 5 feet away from the bottom step and tell my mom who is washing dishes what just happened. FREAKS. Face turns white, drops plate in sink, tells me to go in the living room.

Be16 again in El Salvador Immediately find my mom who is talking to my relatives. Ask her if any of that sounds familiar. She looks down and says she remembers it like it were yesterday. NOPE



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>Be just now. >Taking a hot bath with herbal/salt soak because I have a bit of a cold. >Sink underwater to wash hair >Hear wet footsteps >Sit up and call for fiance, who is supposed to still be at work. >Shrug it off as me hearing things. >Go back to doing my hair, hear it again >Dafuq >Hear knocking on the bathroom door >NOPE >Jump out of tub, think someone is in the apartment >Peak out into the hall >No one >NOPENOPENOPENOPE all the way to the bedroom



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>be 17 >living in an old italian style house >every night at 11pm there would be 3 loud knocks on my window >everytime I looked nothing was there >my window was behind a 2 meter tall gate, that creaked when opened.

Also:

>sister's room was in a downstairs section, lower than ground level >some nights she would wake up with her books and paper work scattered all over the floor, and her blanket wrapped around her arms and neck.

Where was a creepy room with rusty hooks all over the walls inbetween her room and the garage, and there was also a small wooden door that opened up into beneath the house, my sister always heard scratches on the door but when you check the other side there's nothing there.



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>Move into shared house for uni >A few houses down there is a housefire >The people who have lived in street say it's some strange guy who has lived there by himself for years >Firefighters put out fire, find man's corpse under a desk >His left arm and leg are missing >Never find the remains of his limbs >In the basement they find hundreds of photos of the neighborhood children.



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>Be 7 >Used to share room with sister >she used to have one of those giant Barbie Dolls >one night she screamed "Stop it!" >I woke up and turned on the light >What's wrong? >The doll is pulling my hair! It keeps saying it wants to kill me! >Doll is laying on the ground >Dad comes in >What's wrong >Explain situation >Dad takes doll out back >Hear the buzzsaw >Dad comes back inside >Don't worry honey that doll won't try anything anymore >Next day >Look in trash >Pieces of the doll are in there >Can't find head

About two years later my mom bought a doll at the flea market for my sister and apparently it also wanted to kill her. I took a baseball bat to it.



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When I was really little I used to play down in this creek behind my house. It was mainly dried up but It continuously had a tiny stream of water going through it and one day I got ballsy and followed the creekbed for an hour until I came up to this marsh area. Being 7/8 I was freaking thrilled to find a marsh.

I spent another hour exploring it. Eventually I saw a dead tree that looked liked someone had started building a treehouse. It had the steps that you had to climb and a flat plank of wood on the top of the tree. I could see a table and crap on top of the tree but the steps leading up to the tree had fallen off so I never learned what was up there.

Later I found a deer skull nailed to a tree with a dried blood smeared around it. After that I never went back because of how terrified I was. When I was 11/12 I got the nerve to go back and someone ripped out where the skull was, but the nail is still there. The treehouse thing was still there though. I've also had a couple encounters at my grandfathers 100 year old house.



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>Be 15. >Decided to visit the local galleria with my brother after school. >Have lunch, fool around and go window shopping. Nothing unusual. >Discovered a retro video arcade in the basement of the mall. >It's empty. It had an eriee feeling to it in hindsight >Plays Daytona USA. >Suddenly something or someone flicked my ear. >Looked back >No one. >My brother felt the same thing. >Nope.avi >Probably some kid freaking with us. >Went back to racing. >Minutes later, we both hear the same whisper. >"Get out now" >Looked back again...No one. >Searched behind the other machines. Nothing! >We got spooked and bolted out of the joint without hesitation.

We did not speak of that incident again.



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>Be 6-8 >Be visiting grandparents in their country house. >Be playing in the snow of the front yard with my sister >We be living the pimp life making snow angels and crap. >We both hear something similar to a car engine. >The car engine noise is slowly joined by other random noises and screaches. >All the noises gradually get louder and louder. >Noises coming from no discernible direction. >Me and my sister get freaked out and run back into house. >Our dad is already waiting behind the door saying he heard it too. >We go to bed freaked out as hell

I havn't seen my dad in quite a bit and I've never really talked about it a lot with my sister. One other thing is that at one point a year later we found a wooden pool with and animal skull ontop of it in the forest behind our massive backyard.



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>Was 13 >In psych ward on suicide watch >At dinner, one chick doesn't eat >Nurse gives her crap because you have to eat 80% of your meal or you can't leave the table >Chick takes her fork and stabs herself in the wrist with it when the nurse turns away >Blood EVERYWHERE >Plastic sporks from that point on

Lots of weird things that are kind of funny happened when I was in there... This one girl had really poor impulse control from brain damage due to meningitis and kept trying to run away, one day she ran full force down the hallway where the patient rooms were and bodily slammed into the glass door at the end. I don't know if she was trying to break it or just thought it was open because it was clear or something, but I was in the lounge-ish area, saw her take off down the hallway and then heard the noise when she hit the door and laughed my butt off.

Same chick also stole one of my colored pencils and the nurses found it in her drawer, she just did random crap... I have no idea why she was there, maybe for trying to run away or threatening to kill her mom or something

Another time in the boy's ward this really huge black kid stuffed towels into the toilet and flooded the whole hallway so they had to stay in our ward for the day while maintenance cleaned it up. And one girl in my ward squirted an entire bottle of lotion all around her room, on the ceiling and crap, it was bizarre.

Aw hell, I'll deliver. I spent about two months there over multiple visits between ages 13-14 (totally normal now, I just had a crappy childhood and my parents sucked and didn't know how to deal with me)

One time the ward was really full so I had a roommate. She had a glass eye, and spared no time in telling me that she had it from shooting herself in the head to try to kill herself because she was mad at her dad for making her break up with her boyfriend (I think she was probably a psych ward regular, she was in the time I met her because she was mad at her dad and would be admitted any time she threatened to kill herself). Still had the bullet in her brain, other than the glass eye she looked really normal but she was crazy as hell and would keep me up telling me about how she wanted to get pregnant and run away with her boyfriend once she got out.

Another girl told me rather nonchalantly about her aunt raping her two daughters with a hot curling iron.

Twice I saw girls dragged off screaming to the "quiet room" (stereotypical, I BS you not, padded room), and the girls in the ward would get really excited and laugh about "booty shots" which were the sedatives they inject into your buttcheek when you're totally off the reservation. I peeked in the window one day on my way to group therapy, there were leather straps attached to the floor with some sort of wool liner. Interesting stuff.



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> Be 18 > Have buddy who lives on street behind my house. > Buddy phones at 10:00 asking if I could drop off his jacket he left at my house. > Decide to cut through alleyway to get to his house quicker. > As I go to cut across the alleyway I hear what sounds to be a girl giggling. > Get creeped out but decide to keep going figuring it is just some girl in her back yard. > After 3 more steps I hear the giggling again but this time it sounds as if the girl is within a few feet of me. > Screwthis > Go back home and phone friend claiming I can't find his jacket.

That freaking alleyway was the worst.



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>visit my dad and step mom over the summer >live in northern CA, mile down a dirt road in the woods >be watching CNN, mid afternoon >hear what sounds like voices over a police radio, muffled and deep >ask my step mom what that sound was >gets excited, tells me she hears crazy stuff all the time >mfw I'm moving in soon



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This one's quite long but really weird

>Be about 4 months ago >me and bro in law are bored >decide to walk to store about 4 miles away >live on dirt road, that turns into pavement after about a mile and a half >me and bro start walking >get to end of dirt road, starting to get dark >walk another mile and a half on the pavement >see nothing but woods and the occasional house or two >since it's getting dark, we decide to take a shortcut that goes down another dirt road >get about half way there >hear police sirens (brother in law has warrant for his arrest for prob. violation) >out of instinct, we both run back up the road away from the sirens >sirens get closer, decide to hide in the woods >head off to the left in the woods >get about 40-50m into the woods, see a light >walk closer to the light >whisthereafireinthemiddleofwoods.avi >decide to sit about 10m from the fire, still in the woods >Hear talking and yelling that's louder than the sirens >what >put my hand down to balance myself (Sitting on a log) >Break a stick >ALL noise stops, even the sirens >me and bro both sit here for a while wondering why it got quiet >focus our eyes on the fire >a lot of short-ish (no more than five feet) people things walking around the fire >have some kind of lights on their heads >they are all staring in our direction >They scatter into the woods >Me and bro nope out, run out of the woods into the road no less than a few inches from the back of a stopped patrol car >climb 13 foot bank on opposite side of the road >run a lot >sit down in creek/gulley thing >wait for cop to drive away >hear screeching and yelling again >NOPE



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>be 15 >At friend's house >Old house, maybe built in early 1900s >Hear noise like the freaking china cabinet came crashing to the floor >Get up to see what it was, expect to see smashed plates all over the place >China cabinet still standing, plates are all shaking >NOPE NOPE NOPE FREAKING NOPE

I don't go over there too much anymore



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>Be 5 minutes ago >Playing xbox alone in my sunroom at night >I hear a faint tapping on the glass >"Must be wind or something.." >Hear the same three nocks, and louder >NOPENONEONEONEONEPENOENPE >Turn off my xbox, run away to my computer to go on /x/ >The dark room I was just sitting is still right next to me, albeit the door closed >There is still a perfect view of my from the outside where the sounds to where I am now

brb, moving to laptop

>Move down to my coach, still close to the sunroom >Jitters remain >Turn on waka flocka loud >Get turnt up >I wish a ghost would

Seriously, It's impossible to be afraid of anything with Waka playing



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>be like 13 at grandpas house >previous house owners died, married, one died of heart attack, second of a broken heart >Aunt tells me the house is haunted >Yeah friggin' right >Be sleeping >Boxes next to me >Hear something touching one of them >starts becoming more violent >scared out of my mind, don't dare friggin' move >Sounds like some thing comes free >sounds stop >Remain motionless until sleep

Screw grandpa's house.



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>Going urban exploring in a 100 year old girl's dormitory with three of my friends.

>Get the basement window open and crawl in (everything else was boarded up)

>nothing too spooky, just a lot of creaking wood, flooded halls, graffiti, some abandoned pianos and old vending machines and stuff.

>eventually we get bored and leave.

>I help everyone out of the basement window and climb out on my own.

>we're walking back to the car.

>suddenly realize I don't have my flashlight with me.

>figure I'll quickly run back and grab my flashlight. I must have put it down while helping the others out.

>Get to the basement window.

>Open up the Window and get one foot through

>Suddenly hear a distinct woman's voice shout "nnNNN-Who's there!?" in a really weird panicky/shaky voice that sounded like it was right on top of me.

>Immediately freaking NOPE.org and shut the window.

>Run back to the car

>Tell my friends I couldn't see my flashlight and leave as if nothing happened.



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This happened a couple weeks ago.

I'm laying in bed, pretty late at night and of course it's dark in my room. Like pitch friggin' black kind of darkness. Couldn't really sleep, so I was laying there, thinking about some dude I really liked (fem anon here). Then I hear this really loud whisper in my ear, and I don't understand what it said.

Freaking NOPED out of my room, went into the living room, and eventually fell asleep in there with all the lights on.



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>be 16 >have sleep-over with friends >get bored >sneak out of house with friends >meet up at abandonded building near school >manage to sneak in through window >screwed with fire extinguishers >stuff tastes bad >ran around for an hour then got bored >friend hears door knobs jiggling, doors opening >derp back to window we used to get in >see cop with k9 walking around building >NOPE >ran like a bunch of wieners deep into building >camped for 30 minutes >scardy farts make place smell like crap >here door slam open in distance >"If you don't come out we'll release the dog!" >NOOOOOOOOPE >run out of there through back door >two cruisers on both sides >decide not to run >remember friend's dad is sheriff >sheriff shows up and scares us a ton >got a warning, couple days of detention



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When I was like 13 we drove to Germany for a long weekend and our house was an old coal store on the edge of an abandoned mine in the middle of friggin' nowhere. No neighbours for miles around, and a dual carriageway at the end of the field in front of my house.

So we lock our crap up, feed the animals (smallholding) and go, and when we get back it's late, so I go to bed.

I get into bed and turn over to sleep but something feels off. I look around my room and look up to the hatch leading to the loft, it's one of those boards that you push from the bottom and move aside and it's half open, with sooty fingerprints around the edge of the board. nope.



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I have a psychotic depression, which explains pretty much all my "paranormal" experiences. Right now I am hospitalized 'cause I did not have money for my medication so my hallucinations got really bad, they were 24/7 and they were scared I'm going into psychosis so I got there. I've been there 2 weeks now, weekends I go home. Last weekend was cool. Medicines working, no hallucinations only anxiety. This weekend has been a bit different:

>Sitting on computer, reading news and stuff >Someone walks behind me >Tell a joke about some unfunny news and talk other stuff >Bf walks in and asks who am I talking to >Turn >No one there >Nope

>Just came from shower >Sitting on the floor outside WC, drying my hair >Hear walking sounds from bathroom >Door is open a little, see someones shadow walking there >it stops and looks at me >Nope a little, but I'm not gonna run away so keep drying >It keeps walking around bathroom

I have seen a girl in our bathroom before in the mirror when I turned the light on. I dunno. Medicines seem to help, but there are always the same figures I keep seeing (only in this house). Ghosts or not, they're not hostile. That "shadowman" who walked behind me is actually pretty cool.



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>lurk on /x/ >slightly interested in the history and sociology of religion, especially of cults >don't believe in any of this stuff, but find it interesting to read about >see people talking about enochian entities >see an anon state that they come for you, rather than summoning them >next day >get a history book out from uni library about John Dee >get on bus to go home, sit way at back >reading book on Dee and his attempts to talk to the "angels" >bus is mostly empty >out of nowhere this crazy lady dressed in this weird black dress sits down next to me >first thing she says is, "So you've been looking for us?" >This massive feeling of dread comes over me, I go, "What?" >then she starts rambling about there being secret codes in license plates on cars >pretend to be enthralled in book, and try to ignore her incoherent rambling >start to feel she is definitely crazy, but still weirded out by her first question >I turn and ask, "What did you mean that I've been looking for you?" >She starts giggling. >Fully friggin' freaked out now >she then asks, "why are you reading that tome?" >goes back to rambling >tell her I need to get off bus, I then go sit up front near driver

I'm still freaking spooked out. Could totally be a coincidence, as she sounded mentally ill, but it screwed with me big time. Also, who uses the word tome to describe a book? I have no idea why, but that creeped me out as well.



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Okay this is a good one. I have since moved out of this apartment for many reasons, this being one of them.

>Move into my first apartment after college. >Kind of dated, but it's cheap so whateves. >The only weird thing is that my bedroom didn't have any windows when every other apartment does in the complex, but besides that a pretty normal place. >A month or two goes by, nothing to mention. >One Saturday there is a knock on the door, being unsuspecting I answer it. >Some strange looking woman with long scraggly blond hair. >"Hello." Her eyes are freakishly wide. "I used to live here. The bedroom has no windows." >"Ummm, okay?" >"Can I see the bed room? Please, just one last time." >"No, please leave." Starting to close the door on her. >She slams her hand on door and exclaims some sort of psyco babel about not letting 'them' see in. >NOPE.jpg >Slam the door in her face and lock it. But I'm on the first story so she just walks around to my living room window and keeps screaming and pounding on it. >Go back out with a broom and chase her off. Actually mildly humorous if she wasn't so weird. >Freaked out but go about my day. >Next day, wake up. >Walk out into the living room and see a figure at the window. Wide eyed scraggly hair. She sees me and starts screaming. >NOPE.jpg >Call the cops, then the landlord. Cops show up and escort her away. Landlord apologizes. >I'm obviously shaken up so he lets me hang out in the office for a while. He assures me that she won't be coming back. >I start asking questions, and apparently she was telling the truth. >Used to live in my apartment but was balls crazy. >Drew eyes and wrote stuff on the walls. >Landlord found out, kicked her out, and just painted over it.



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>browsing internet in my room, around 12:30 AM >parents asleep by 11PM >door suddenly opens >slightnope.avi >just my dad >he looks at me and gestures a "let's go" wave >follow him to living room >mom's also there, sitting quietly >figure maybe mom just got a bit sick and they decided to tv surf, happens from time to time. >as I saw dad reaching out to switch the TV on, I decided to go straight to the CR to pee, since it's just on the right of the TV set. >when I walk out of the CR, mom and dad's not there anymore >TV on, but with static channel >nope

Another one, this happened before my previous post.

>browse net around 2:30AM >get out to pee. >as I go to the living room (yeah, small house), I reach for the light switch since I have to go across the room to go to the CR. >since it's dark and due to the door being made of typical white plastic, I see that the light in the CR was switched on. >either someone is inside the CR or someone must've forgot to switch it off before going to sleep >I switch on the living room lights and head for the CR >I open the door and lights were off. >nope.flac



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>be last night >live in rural Texas >go outside to smoke a cigarette (just picked up a pack of camel turkish royals, fine cigarette, never smoked em before, pretty freaking tasty) >am sitting beneath the stars, staring up and contemplating life >hear this high pitched noise in the woods, almost sounded like laughing >don't know much about animals, but I can't think of anything that would make that noise >put out cigarette and nope inside



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>Be 18 and curious about a rumor of a haunted house >Visit wreckage of a supposed haunted house that cultist used to use >The shed of the house still fine >go inside and find a tunnel in the center of it >Fell like someone was watching me and my friend from tunnel >Use flash light to look inside to see a fresh skin of cat >friend falls into tunnel >crawls out and finds claw marks on his back assumed it was from scraping his back falling in >as we leave the shed I look back to see a pair of green glowing eyes >Walking back to the car I lift his shirt to see that there were more claw marks and an antagram on his left peck > should have noped but didn't want to bail on him > more claw marks appeared on back regreting not bailing >The marks stoped forming and never returned to the shed to this day



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>Be 5 >parents go out thinking I'm asleep >try to actually go to sleep >can't seem to sleep, feel nervous >convinced something is about to happen >feel a hand reach up and through the mattress grab my side >NOPE. >GTFO of there

I dunno what happened. It wasn't a spring since it freaking tugged me but I've never been able to explain it.



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>Be 9~10 >Dad usually on the computer downstairs, sometimes I watch him play a game or we watch a tv show >Hear my father calling me >Hallway is dark, two sets of 5 stairs wind down into the basement. >Descend >flick on light at the foot of the steps (this leaves the two rooms on left and right dark) >look left, light is off, computer is off >look right room is empty, except a sharp left turn which leads to the laundry room which you can't see unless you walk into the open space and flick the switch >squint in an attempt to see better, then realize that no one is downstairs, because parents are asleep upstairs. >NOPEUPTHESTAIRS.GIF



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>be yesterday >be 14 >be bored >start playing cod >remember how much I suck at shooters >guy whispering weird things at me through mic >don't understand language >must have voice modifier really low >back out of lobby >still here him whispering >he's still in my party >wtf >log off PSN and play zombies >on ascension >be dempsey >see takeo >hear more whispering >NOPE



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>Be 15. >Playing xbox 360 late at night (2:30 AM) >Plan on pulling all nighter >In party with friends, playing 2D Fighting games >Hear footsteps outside of room. >Assume someone is going to bathroom >Footsteps stop for a while, keep playing >Footsteps start again, grow louder >Try to distract self with friends, blame imagination >Mom had work at 5ish, there was no way in hell she'd be up >The kids were sleeping >My dad was working a double >My dog was with me asleep >Footsteps grow so loud I can no longer focus on conversation >Turn of xbox and nope to bed



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>get back from vacation >outside my house having a cig >hear scratching on the window door behind me >figure it's my dog, turn around to open it >light off in house >about to open door >remember dog is at kennel while I was gone. >still haven't picked her up. >NOPE.avi NOPE.gif NOPE.tga NOPE.bat >turn around, get in car, drive away and think about my life >finally return home >look over every square inch of house >remember the sound was so clear >what just happened to me >install new security system

To this day, I have no idea what was pawing at the door, but I installed a new security system and all has been well.



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>be last night >smoking behind an abandoned elementary school with friends >car is idle >slowly begins to fog from the inside >few rotations go around >friend says "Anon... do you see those faces?" >slowly turn to my left and look out the window and into the forest >see nothing >"In the woods dude?" >"No... the ones in the window." >catch glimpse of a crude face drawn in the fog of the window >NOPENOPENOPENOPE >immediately bring up forearm and completely clear the window >"We should probab-" >"YEP" >peel outta there



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>About 5 a.m. two days ago >wake up from weird dreams >Check clock and see I have more time to sleep >YEAH.JPG >Start hearing weird knocking and stomping noises outside my door >Lay back down and start listening closely >Start to hear little girls laughing outside my room >NOOOOOPE



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>be 13 or so, chatting in living room with my mom >11 at night, tv muted but on >mom turns to look at something, I follow her gaze in the direction of the tv >something's off... >suddenly realize a branch of the spider plant on the shelf beside the tv is standing straight up in the air, as if someone is holding it up >right as I notice it, my mom gasps, and it falls limply down again >we are both silent for a minute, then nope upstairs to watch tv in her bedroom instead.



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>be 18 >come home from work, both my parents immediately assault me with questions >"did you come home for lunch??" "no..." "did your girlfriend stop by or something??" "no, she's visiting her aunt..." >they explain they had been in the kitchen together around noon and heard a distinctly female voice call out "hello" >went to go ask why I'd come back so early, nobody was there >our house is a couple of acres away from our closest neighbors >mom and I are the only girls in the family >who was phone, etc



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>be 18, summer, living with parents and brothers >my bedroom is in a different "section" of the house, more like 2 very small houses connected by a hallway, everyone else sleeps on the other side >always call cats into the room before I go to bed, otherwise they scratch at the door like annoying jerks >it's around 3 in the morning, step out into hallway to call cats >we have nightlights plugged into the outlets in the hall because without them our old senile cat gets lost and yowls >around the corner of the hallway something catches the light of the nightlight >not wearing my glasses, squint at it >it's moving closer... realize it's 2 distinct shapes >it's a pair of translucent feet walking calmly towards me, they are slender and small like a woman's or a child's, I can see every toenail. They just fade above the ankle. >completely flip out and nope the door closed >hear the feet run past my door and up the stairs >can hear intermittent running in the room above me all night >nope, nope, nope, nope, nope



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>be 20, living at home >live in a rural area, lots of forest all around the house >suddenly, completely and fully awake >what the... >it's 3 in the morning >sit there wondering why I woke up so fast >hear an indescribable sound, my brain translates it as the creak of a door opening and closing >get up and open my door, stand in the doorway listening to determine where it's coming from >silence for a few seconds. I realize my cats are cowering at the corner of my bed, both with hair on end. >hear the sound again >it's behind me >my room is on the ground floor and faces the woods >NOPE >leap back into bed, freaking terrified >hear this sound like every 10-20 seconds >my cats are freaking out >this goes on for 30 freaking minutes >finally get tired of this crap >okay anon, pull yourself together and go see what it is >tiptoe over to sliding glass door >hear it again and muster all of my courage >in one movement, flip on the porch light and rip open the blinds >in the tree right next to my tiny porch is >the biggest >freaking >owl >I have ever seen in my entire freaking life >it doesn't even care I'm standing right there >he's just freaking hooting away >I was freaking pissing myself for 30 minutes over this



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>Be 15 and get flooded in at school with 30 or so other students and 3 teachers. >Wander off to go to the bathroom. >Hear footsteps behind me and see feet in the stall next to me. >Probably someone taking a dump. >Get out and wash my hands, followed by hearing the door open. >No footsteps heard. >Turns to see. >Sees mirror behind me. >Sees a weird daemon thing in the mirror. >Yup.jpeg right out of there. >I mean Nope.png



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Okay, I'll bite. This happened to me this morning and I started a thread with it but it went bad.

>smoke cigarette out the window of my non-smoking apartment >cat likes to sit on the windowsill with me when I smoke out window >cat gets startled, fur puffed up, I pay no mind >put cigarette out to bring back in and flush because I'm green and no littering lol >cat doesn't want to come in >force cat to come in anyway because I'm the bawss >shut window, hear a groan behind me >turn around, see the legs of a little girl in a nightgown go around corner and down hallway >home alone >nope my pants

I ended up taking pictures of the rooms, didn't see anything I couldn't explain away. My cat hasn't left my side yet though.



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>be 7 or 8 >no kids my age in the neighborhood and the closest are all boys >wandering about the neighborhood after school trying to pass time until my mom gets home. >man spots me and calls me over >I dumbly obey but keep my distance >Tells me he just moved in and has two little girls my age >I get excited- yay people to play power rangers with! > calls them outside to meet me >no one comes >tells me to wait a second and leans in the door way to call again >No one. >Says they must be in the backyard and invites me to follow him >dumbly do so at a distance >no one appears to be there but he's still calling >Opens work shed and says "there you are!" >What > He is now introducing me to a wax ...doll (?) of conjoined twins

I will never forget this ever I have never been more freaked out.



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>looking after fathers dog >normally excitable and friendly > she's in heat so I take her for a walk early in the morning >foggy morning >field backed onto by a small wood >dog is excited and spazzing about >stops >starts pointing to the wood and growling lowly >hackles up, really growling >hear something running through the wood trees rustling and stuff >something running out of the wood towards the river and farmland, away from me



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>be 12 years old, grandmother is still alive but grandfather died in the 80's >have a lot of pig knickknacks and stuff lying around their house since they started a Mom and Pop barbecue restaurant in the 40's >the creepiest one is the pig oven mitt, realistic hog mouth with sharp teeth and red tongue >used to make my little sister cry by chasing her with it, chase her into my grandmother's basement one day >basement is set up like another floor of the house (my uncle used to crash there occasionally) >feel really uncomfortable all of a sudden and throw away the pig mitt, looking for my sister >don't find her, come back into the room where I originally was and pig mitt is gone >start feeling even worse and tell her to come out and stop trying to scare me >find her but don't see the pig mitt >it's at the bottom of the basement stairs, in the exact opposite direction I threw it >feel something brush by my shoulder >the mouth starts moving like someone is wriggling their hand into it >grab my sister and run up the stairs >never go back down there unless grandma comes with me

I found out later my great-grandfather had lived out the rest of his life down there and had died in the room I found my sister in.



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>be about 13 >at home, getting ready to move out of home >mom is crazy drugged out, hence no rent monies >forces me and my sister to stay awake for over 2 days, helping her pack. >no food >no sleep >abusive both mentally and physically.

Ok, this is where it gets friggin' cray-cray:

>master bedroom has photo mural of forest >also a screwed up closet over the stairs >angled floor, one light, good place to hide >regardless, heading downstairs for water >walking past master bedroom door, see IT >a shadow shaped like a person steps out of the forest mural >heart goes cold, all hairs at full attention >take two steps back for double take back into almost empty room >yep, it walks into the closet

>Screw the water, my baby brother is SLEEPING in that room

>Wake him up just as my mom screams from the stairs. >She was thrust backwards into the downstairs foyer. >She breaks a couple of bones

Everything went better than expected...



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>be 9 or 10 >great aunt got murdered about 2 months earlier >she was really close to my mom >nighttime with my mom doing dishes >starts to storm a lot, lightning and stuff >suddenly huge ball of silver flies into our house, but it seems sentient >moves around doors and walls like an insect >touches my hand and makes my body feel electrified >flies out the window and pops making a ton of bright light >my mom and I are the only people in the whole house >both see it >freaking out >ever sense feel as if there is a presence bearing down on me >feel a weird pressure in the spot it touched me every once in a while >start to become crazy and sort of evil feeling sometimes

I don't know what to do and this is the first time I've said anything about it to anyone, even my mom.



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>At my home >bro is coming over to sleep >working on my computer >sense something behind me >look over my shoulder to see a shadow moving for a fraction of a second >bro arrives >chill out >go to sleep >check a few sites myself before going to sleep >suddenly bro looks at me really weird >"what" >"oh nothing" >ask a few times >"I thought I just saw a shadow move right behind you"

NOPE



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>Be yesterday. >Taking groceries from car to house, takes several trips. >Final trip, walking alongside car. >Hear distinct sound of footsteps in the snow behind me. >Turn around. >Sound stops, nothing there, no footprints besides my own.

I walked around to see if it could have been my own footsteps. I found that the sound matched, but only if I was running. Even if it could have been my walk, I have no idea why I only heard it that last time.



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>Be 2am. >Be alone in the house. (parents left for the coast, inb4 b&, this was 5 years ago) >Going to take a piss. >My room is at the end of the hallway, and the bathroom is directly outside my room to the left. >I don't turn the hallway light on, I just turn into the bathroom to piss. >On my way out, I flip the bathroom light off and turn right to enter my room. >In those three seconds of light entering the hallway, I look down and see a taller man in a brown suit and hat cross from the entryway to the living room. >I freak out, turn the hallway light on, creep down there and look, and there is no one on that side of the house. >nope to my room >sleep with my mom's .357 (implying bullets hurt ghosts)



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>Be 8 years old. >Be in Canada, with cousins who moved there from England. >Eating an apple. >Suddenly, hear a crack. >A tooth has fallen out. >Tell my mom, she doesn't care, tells me to put it under my pillow get money later. >Continue eating apple because don't want to waste. >Another crack, another tooth falls out. >Stare at tooth, put it under pillow. >Bite apple another three times, every time a tooth comes out. >Nope away from the apple, go cry in bed about my perfectly fine, not loose at all teeth just falling out.

It wasn't at all painful either, so it wasn't like I was ripping from the roots. They were just falling out of my mouth with this apple.



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>Be about 9 years old >Grandma (mom's side) lived with us for a couple years >Her room, my room, and my parents' room all on second floor >Grandma dies after severe bout with dementia and diabeetus >Late at night when I couldn't sleep I would hear my grandma saying my name from her bedroom >Couldn't directly see her room but could hear clearly that someone was in there >Noped my bed once or twice a week for a couple years because of this



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>be 2 weeks ago >get back home from school >go for a nap because tired >wake up and check if anyone's home >no ones home >walk down hallway and hear footsteps behind me >footsteps start running >start running thinking my brother is chasing me >laughing so hard and having fun >realize my brother should be at work and that I'm home alone >HOLY FREAKING NOPE



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>Be 12 years old >Live with Grandma mostly because parents are drunks >Be asleep in room >Hear loud snarl, banging, wake up >Growling grows louder >Hear tearing noise, like jeans ripping >Little girl screams louder than I've ever heard >Banging and screams continue >Hide head under covers until all is calm >run and sleep in Grandmas room because terrified

To this day I've only told two people about this, and I'm unsure if it was real.. but it didn't feel like a dream in any way. I was terrified, shaking, and hadn't slept in an adults bed for comfort since I was 5.

A few nights before this I had a dream that my mother was sitting indian style, floating down the hallway with pale white dead eyes. As she got closer she pulled out a red-hot, square branding iron and sticks it into my neck. In my dream I see "Goresh the Unholy" burnt into my skin.

Wake up, remember it for entire life time.



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>be about 2 years ago >girlfriend and I watching tv in our room, upstairs >3 month old daughter asleep in bassinet near our bed. >1am or so >daughter starts crying uncontrollably >babies cry whatever right? >gf and I suddenly get this intense feeling of dread, unexplainable >I get a feeling of there being a presence in the hall outside our room. >just outside the room is the stairwell to downstairs, L shaped toward downstairs >I feel as though someone is there around the corner but can't bring myself to look >hear a loud bang on the floor below us, as if underneath us on the ceiling below >NOPE.vbs >either of us too chicken to go look >daughter calms down >can't sleep. Staring at stairwell. >cats come screaming at the speed of light upstairs. >they're frightened of something >the cats cautiously peek around the corner of the door as if checking for something toward the stairwell >cats sleep in our room, usually don't >eventually fall asleep at like 5am of exhaustion. Was peeking back at stairwell paranoid all night while I played video games. >8am we all wake up. Go down stairs >nothing strange EXCEPT a large boot or shoe print on the ceiling right where our daughters bassinet is. >puzzled. None of my shoes are that big. >wasn't mud or anything. Just like dust or dirt. >unexplained to this day



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>4 years old >I asked my father why bananas turn black through time >he said they fight at night and get bruised >I beleived him, thought it would be neat to record it >I took his camera, started recording, put it on the sink, aiming the lens for the bowl where we kept bananas >next day I woke up early >tool the camera and went upstairs to check video recordings >after 3 hours I saw movement outside my window on the video >there was someone walking there >it looked like a hobo, but not quite >the hobo suddenly dissappeared >I got scared >started crying when I even thought about it >wanted to forget about it >took the casette >threw it in the trash >mfw now 15 years later I regret I didn't keep the tape



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Visiting my mum and sister

>1:17am >be in bed on laptop >hear what I think is my mum coming up the stairs, probably on her way to bed >open the door, and no one is there, bathroom is open with lights off, same with her bedroom door (sister has already gone to bed, she up another flight of stairs) >go down to the living room >mum asleep on sofa with the tv on >go to the top level of the house, to the spare room to get a duvet for her >while I'm up there I hear more footsteps and a door closing downstairs, totally clear. >check on my sister, fast asleep >back to the living room, mum's fast asleep >sister comes down to living room asking why I keep singing >I wasn't singing...? >she's too tired and falls asleep on the sofa next to my mum (it's a big sofa) >back to the mid-level of the house where the room I'm staying in is >slow creak of a door closing, from upstairs. >the only door in this house that creaks is the spare room. >my bowels are deploying breeze-blocks right about now.



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>2am, winter, getting bored of internets >nice outside, decide to go for a relaxing walk >it's a small town so general noise is minimal, occasional car passes by >walk >keep walking >walk more and more >holy crap, I'm at the edge of town on a dirt road >old childhood stretch of land, use to play here all the time >feelsgoodman.jpg >turn around, large hill with tons of rocks, dark, only see silhouettes of rocks >continue to walk on dirt road >something catches my attention in the corner of my eye >turn towards the hill >see an extremely distinct figure of a person, very tall, slightly down from the hill some 20~30 feet away >broad shoulders, head can be seen moving >can't tell if it's facing towards me or away >slight fear starts to envelope me >urge to walk towards it, want to know if it's another soul like me >NOPE >keep trying to walk to it >NOPE >stand in same spot for 10 minutes, staring at it, hoping it moves, start getting scared >give up, leave >didn't look behind me once while walking home >return to same spot during sunlight hours >nothing in the area looks remotely Iike a figure >look at different angles at rocks to try and duplicate what I saw >everythingisrocks >to this day don't know what I've seen



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Even better one...

>get home from work >think I'm alone >hear door slam on other side of house >what? >go check it out >dog be staring at the bathroom door >light visible from under the door >knock >no answer >try to open door, it's locked >look under door, see nothing >think it's my sister being a brat >get screwdriver and take doorknob apart >look in the bathroom >nobody there >NOPENOPENOPE



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>12 yrs old >at aunts house with parents >she takes mom and dad to show them garage >I wait for them in living room >mindlessly looking around >out of the corner of my eye >see something move >turn to look at it >looks like a heat shimmer on top of cars on hot day >hovers for a bit, goes into their bedroom >nope into garage

That same year on christmas, we took photos of the family and in many of them there were orbs. Their house always seems lively whenever you go in it, so I doubt it's a bad spirit.



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When I say demon cat, I mean it was described as a cat like animal with an abnormaly large head and face, the face was not a cat face, it showed more expression, its eyes showed intelligence. it was larger than a regular cat would stand.

Now the story:

>be my father >be visiting a fellow farmer and family acquaintance >alone in barn >feels like something is watching me >look down towards front barn door >glass upper and lower double doors you can see through >pressed against the glass about 3 ft up is the aforementioned demon cat's face, smiling at me this is where I would have pissed myself, my father is awesome >walk a few steps closer >yell "Screw you! I'm not afraid of you! Git!" >don't remember it leaving, it was just gone in a blink



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A few years back, going on a road trip with my brother and a couple of his mates, crammed into a car way too small for us, driving through the outback (Australia, by the way). It's getting a bit late, one of the guys complains about wanting to find somewhere to crash for the night. As we were coming up to a small town surrounded in bushland (Few km's out) He asks if he can get out to stretch his legs, so the driver agrees to shut him up.

Middle of the night, middle of nowhere, so he just pulls up in the middle of the road and turns the engine off.

Not a second after the engine was switched off, Loudest cracking sound ever...Before we even had time to flinch there was a big thud on the bonnet of the car, we all freak out and lock the doors asap, trying to see what the noise was in the dark.

Guy in the middle seat in the back came prepared, pulls out his Dolphin light and clicks it on, we see a beaten up, bloodied face looking back at us, not moving, Rope tied around his neck, huge branch crushing him. Laying on his back with his neck bent back so he was looking right into the car.

Never before have 5 guys screamed so loud and for so long... Called up emergency services as soon as the screaming stopped… Took them an hour to get there… Couldn’t get out of car because dingoes… Couldn’t sit in car because dead guy on bonnet… freaked out.

Turns out he was from the town and came out there to off himself, climbed the largest tree he could find, but it broke under his weight and we were just lucky enough to have stopped right there... Needless to say, I haven't gone road tripping since...



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So, I live in a little town in Montana. It's not that many folks, and we're approaching the highway and the KFC/AW, right by my house. So it's not like we're in the center of the action. Anyways.

>be eight o'clock in the evening >be wanting chicken >heading over to the KFC/AW >stop to light a cigarette in this empty "field" >field is maybe 50 feet wide, and 200 feet long >rummage for lighter >hear noise >stomach tightens, want to bolt We've had wild animals in the area before. >turn and do a lookaroo >nada >turn back, start walking, still trying to get this lighter to work >hear another noise, sounds like weight on grass >turn, look, kind of being a wimp about it >start walking faster, still nothing >when I turn and run, sounds like all sorts of stuff rushing through the grass >oh god oh god oh god >feet hit cement >noise dies entirely >get my chicken >take the freaking road back >nope about that field ever since

It literally sounded like a bunch of things BARRELING through the underbrush. I suck at telling stories, but this was NOT wind.



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>9pm, watching tv in the living room >fall asleep >wake up in the middle of the night >start hearing noices coming from the stairs >check the wall clock >3:00am >nope.avi >go to my parents room and sleep with them



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>go to the bathroom to wash my hands while at work >Turn faucet off, prepare to dry hands >Loud, feminine, almost erotic gasp comes from right behind me in the stalls >Check the stalls >No one there



[323]

>cleaning up bedroom with partner and organizing clothes >hear three loud knocks on the bedroom door >"Come in." >No response >"Hello?" >Open door >No one's there >This happens again for the next few days before just suddenly stopping



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>Take detour to grandparents' house through graveyard because I'm edgy >I'm tired from walking to the graveyard up a hill in the dark with three thick layers on >Sit down on park bench in the middle of the graveyard >As I recline and catch my breath, I see something white and shiny moving by my feet >Realise that it's a skeletal rat or something mad like that >Feel a pinching sensation in my buns >Turn around to find nothing >nope.avi, I clear out of there



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>Be asleep at home >Suddenly wake up from sounds coming from out of my door >Recognize them as my mom >"Pssst anon, psssst." >Mom wtf it's 3 am >"Come over here for a second, I really need you." >Open door, Mom not there >Remember parents are gone for the weekend >NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE



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I live with some friends in a flat because of college. We go to our respective parents' houses each friday for the weekend

>Friday >My turn to clean, so they leave and I stay

>23:00 >I lock my room (I'm just used to do that, not paranoid or anything) >Computer time >Headphones on so I don't hear my neighbor noises

>4:00 >Enough, time to sleep >Computer off >Close door, lock it >In bed

10 minutes later >OHMYGODWTF.JPG

I didn't sleep.



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>be about 16 >at friend's house out in the boonies >crappy single-wide white trash trailer house >would go over on the weekends and party the whole time >friend's mom and sister left for the store >all the way in town, about 2 hour drive >we're sitting there in his room >I'm listening to music on my ipod while he plays video games >suddenly hear what sounds like someone banging their hand as hard as they can on the walls of the house outside >we both get quiet and look at each other >look out window >don't see anything >after getting his gun, my friend waves for me to go out with him >we open the front door and adventure outside into the dark >nothing here >we left the door open >turn to go back inside after finding nothing >door slams shut >ohgodohgodohgod >try to open in >door handle seems like it's glued in place, won't even move. Not like it was locked, like it was welded so it wouldnt turn >we freak out >they finally get back >open the back door with mom's key >whole place is trashed >food spread all over the kitchen >whole place ramsacked >friend's sister and mom don't believe us >have to clean it all up

Screwed up stuff, that whole place was screwed.

Another time:

>in friend's sister's room >she's way into demons >she pulls out a ouija board she drew >has a pentagram on it >everyone kind of chuckles >start playing with it >friend's sister asks if any spirits are here >Yes >what's your name? >F >R >A >N >K >everyone just looks at each other >room gets colder >everyone laughs it off and we decide to put it away >After we put it away and start talking about going outside the corner of the mattress picks up and flops back down >does it again >and again >we all look at each other freaked out

That right there made me a believer. I flipped that mattress over and inspected everything, there was no way in hell they were playing a trick on me. It was Frank that did that, and I believe that to this day.



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>be a few months ago >at a movie, need to piss from large soda >go to restroom >whilst relieving myself, hear loud grunting from the stalls >go to wash hands >look in mirror >all the stall doors are open, none occupied >I can still hear it >NOPE



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>playing computer in living room around 1 AM >heard knocking on the window (wooden, with no glass) the knocking was very clear like those you would knock when you go to someone's house >ignore the first knocking, about 10 sec later another knocking >thought it was someone playing a prank on me, walks to the window and open, no one in 30 meters of my yard. >wasn't scare because I thought it was someone playing prank, go back to play the computer >30 sec later the knocking continues >at this point I was furious at whoever is doing this, grab flashlight and a wooden pole and walks out to the yard >saw nothing and there wasn't any place there someone could hide >walks back in trying to forget what happen and return to computer >knocking comes back >NOPE >turn off computer, go to sleep scared



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>Be 7, alone in house with newborn baby sister >Sitting in parent's room, watching TV, everyone out of the house for short grocery trip >Be scared of very lifelike porcelain doll on dresser, so look at it every few seconds (just to make sure...) >At commercial break, go up to doll and say something like "I know you're alive" >Thing blinks at me >Wtf? Scream out loud >It blinks again in sheer defiance >NOPE >Grab it, throw it under the bed, grab baby sister, run out of the house to wait for parents >Still hate dolls...



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Here's mine, happened tonight.

>house sitting for my auntie >house is empty except for me, the dog, and 2 cats >keep hearing noises from the basement like boxes being moved > tell myself it's the washer even though I KNOW it's not the washer because everything is turned off >go lay down to sleep >hear more bumping >Straight up HEAR 2 people talking in the basement LOUDLY >like a normal friendly conversation >it's happening! >voices stop abruptly >no more noises since then

What the duck?



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>be 18 >mom's house chillin on computer >doorbell rings >I don't have a doorbell >nope.jpg >kitchen sink turns on >NOPE! >start seeing my breath, not even a little cold >this happens almost everyday, EVERYDAY!



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>Home alone >Laundry basket half a foot or so from my stairs

I have 2 steps to a landing where my washer/dryer are then a 180 degree turn to another 10 or so steps to my basement(Unfurnished no carpet on stairs and just concrete floors in basement. Generally creepy alone)

>In room playing videogames >Hear loud banging and crashing >Dog beside me on bed goes crazy, barking and growling at door to my hallway >Open door >walk out to see >Laundry basket all the way at bottom of stairs >Laundry all over stairs and landing >"NOPE NOPE NOPE" >Run to room and curl up with dog until parents got home



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>away at uni >late night in dorm >quiet >start to hear a soft rumbling noise, at first thinking it's a street sweeper >keeps getting louder >becomes way too loud for a street sweeper >no roads within ~100-150m of the dorm building >so loud my old tube TV starts to shake >I can feel my bed shaking >things on the walls are rattling >holycrapwhatisthat.jpg >goes on for maybe 15 seconds >couldn't have been a jet; didn't sound anything like it >was way too loud to be a street sweeper >appliances/etc in the building have never even been audible in the slightest >ask a few people if they had any idea what that was >no one else heard it >but but but my heavy-as-balls TV was freaking shaking how did you not hear that

I wasn't even high. It never happened again.



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>be baking cookies with my friend >frequently see human shape out of the corner of my eye >see head poking from around corner >yell, "well either join us or go away, stop hiding" ---frustrated and without thinking >my friend thinks I'm insane >5 minutes later my friend sees human on stairwell >NOPE >I have to finish baking her cookies while she's across the street at my house

Later my friend asked if it was the stairs ghost or the kitchen ghost, cuz she's seen both.



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>Sitting, enjoying some time on /x/ >Door across the room which is pad-locked shut >Theres no door-knob in the hole for one in the door. >Hole is big enough for someone to peer at me. >Always feel like being watched....



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>be 16 >be playing Halo 2 >2am at least >hear quiet tapping at window >da fuq >open blinds >nothing there, close blinds >go back to playing >tapping immediately resumes, this time a bit louder >check again >nothing >quiet street, nothing but old people and toddlers, and I had just moved there so I didn't know that many people who would come screw with me >close blinds again and try to focus on playing >now it sounds like someone is freaking pounding on my window >close blinds >turn off lights >hide in bed >pounding continues until I eventually just fall asleep/pass out >wake up in morning >BLINDS OPEN >nothing there



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>be 19 >have the house to myself for the weekend >lights are always off except in my room >go to bed >wake up at 1am, my dog is beside my bed growling >look toward my door >hall light on >nope.avi >sprint over and lock door >crawl back into bed >don't sleep >get up next morning >gather up the courage to check house >half the lights in the house are on >everything is still locked and all windows intact >no one has key to house except parents and they're two states away



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>be 20 >going for my daily run >didn't have time to do so until 9pm >path I take doesn't have lights >disgunbegood.gif >be running >start to get a bit paranoid like the wimp I am >reach the baseball field that I always run by >4 black figures standing the middle of the unlit field >no movement at all >can tell one turns and looks at me >they all start to move toward me >NOPE.EXE >summon the power of 1000 Sonic the Hedgehogs >make it home like 5 minutes >lock door >don't run for a week



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> be 14 > in big church at night (adults were all in basement) > All lights off upstairs > Upstairs in church room with friend getting a pair of drum sticks he left at the altar > big church room is big > big windows streaming moonlight everywhere but still dark > halfway walking towards the door to the fouye > *crack* > "what was that.." > look at center of room > above benches we see white looking cloud floating around > NOPE > NOPE > ditch friend > I'm outside of the church in 7 seconds



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>be 19 >be hungry >decide to walk to Taco Bell at 9pm ish >Taco Bell is like, a mile or so away >no streetlights, same stuff different hood >get off my street >white sedan begins to drive slowly right behind me >look back at it >windows completely tinted black >start to get nervous >continue walking >keeps following me >get all the way to taco bell with this car tailing me >go in to order my precious burritos >car sits in the parking lot the entire time >get out and start to walk back >start jogging with my burritos >baja blast is sloshing around and spilling out of my cup >car keeps pace >do I lead it back to my house >do I keep walking somewhere else and hope I lose it >decide to go home >start nearing my house >another car starts coming towards me and white sedan >the white sedan drives away before the other car passes >go inside and watch scrubs and eat burritos and drink whats left of my baja blast

Fun night.



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I can hear a constant mumbling when I'm alone, kind of like someone have a conversation in another room that I can hear but can't make out what their saying. the mumbling stops if someone is watching me even when Im unaware of who is watching me. It sounds silly when I actually type it out, but my dollar store spidey sense has saved me from getting mugged twice. I never really feel alone thanks to the mumbling so I don't have a lot of NOPE moments, so that house is freaking terrifying to me.

I gone to a couple of doctors, but none of them suggested I might be schizo. One said that I had a hyperawareness of my surroundings and that it could be my minds way of dealing with too much background information, then gave me a pamphlet about Mental Hyperactivity. I dunno though, it makes me feel comfortable and saved my life so it can't be that bad.

[Previous text was posted after the following. It has been moved to the beginning for the sake of context.]

>Burnt down house along my route I walk to work >Route is 2 miles along a single road with about a dozen houses along it including said house >I work for 7pm-3am >always get the creeps when passing by the burnt down house > can't hear the mumbling so I know someone is watching >one night walking past the place >can't hear the mumbling as I go by >walk past the property >still can't hear anything >realize something is following me >look back >dark street, but can make out a human shape in the moonlight >it drops onto all fours >skitters like a spider into the trees >ran home the rest of the way

The place had burnt down twice before, and no one wants to buy the place and rebuild because it'll just burn down again.



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>Be 13 >Fooling around with girl in front yard at around midnight >see a man in a car just sitting there >Few minutes go by decide to look up guy isn't in car >Guy is just standing behind bush >Both freak out and head inside



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>Always make sure my closet door is formly closed when I sleep >Sometimes, it's open for no reason at all

Never fails to creep me out. It could just be the foundation or a bad door knob or something really mundane, but man is it unnerving to wake up and see the gaping blackness of my walk in closet.



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>last night >be seeing things out of the corner of my eye all day >had crappy day >go to sleep, this evil jerk Richard starts screwing stuff up >wake up in panic, Richard is still freaking there in my room holding buddy's severed head >attempt to ruin his day >get tossed into bedroom door >buddy wakes up and goes "What just happened?" >mfw when I try to explain



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>be 15, have model aeroplanes hanging from bedroom ceiling >one night, wake up at 3am >something's not right >switch light on >one of the planes is swinging >swinging like a playpark swing, as if it was blowing a gale in the room >completely still, windows closed



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>be 10 >wake up in the middle of night >I could use some milk right about now >go downstairs to get some milk >hear a noise at the front door >go to the front door and see the silhouette of a really big dude >scream with the intensity of a banshee >parents come running into the room and turn the lights on >man disappeared without opening the door >didn't sleep for days



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Scariest thing that has happened to me to this day.

>be 14 >chillin at my house, home alone, playing some earthbound >brother is in military, mom and dad work >go to bathroom and start doing the do >hear footsteps, ignore it because I didn't care >all of the sudden stomping, running up to bathroom door >banging on door, literal banging like someone is trying to punch door down >so many things go on at once, start having panic attack >sit there terrified while banging continues >all of a sudden the banging stops >sit in bathroom for 20 minutes after that >leave bathroom and sprint to my room, locking door >don't leave room until dad got home



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>be around 15 and home alone >in my room reading >go to kitchen to get glass of water >walking back to my room >almost at bedroom door, it's halfway open >heavy breathing comming from room >NOPE.avi myself back into kitchen >grab knife >creep back to my bedroo door, can still hear someone breathing heavilly >kick door open, breathing stops >NOPE



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Here is one that happened to my uncle, not me, but he has vividly told this story for years.

When he was a kid he shared a room with my dad, and they were living in a trailer at the time while their house was being built.

One night, he woke up in the middle of the night, and heard footsteps at the other ens of the trailer. Very heavy footsteps. He heard the steps moving, coming closer. He could hear a "thump... thump... thump..." sound coming down the hallway towards his room.

The creature responsible for the footsteps then appeared in his doorway, and proceeded into the room. The creature walked up to the foot of his bed and just stood there and stared at him.

The creature was very tall and covered in hair. My uncle said that it's head was just about an inch away from touching the ceiling which was about 8ft high.

My dad in the meantime was still just sleeping in his bed a few feet away from my uncles bed, but my uncle said every time he tried to move or speak or do anything the creature growled at him. He said he was helpless and could do anything. He was to afraid to do anything. He said he just laid there for about 30min until he couldn't take it anymore and went underneath his covers. He somehow fell asleep and woke up in the morning, and the creature was gone.

He never saw it again.



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[Contributed by the above poster. Split due to length.]

Wait, I just remembered another one. I mean it isn't terrifying or anything, but it was really weird when it happened.

I was down at a fresh-water lake with some friends. We just went down there to hand out because it was only a few miles from out houses. I was standing at the shore when I looked into the water and saw something. I still don't know what it was...

It was maybe twice the size of a softball, and looked like a jellyfish. Two things wrong though; It was fresh water, and this thing had screwing gigantic spider legs coming out from under the jellyfish part the the tentacles should have been.

While I just stared at it, it slowly swam away, out into deeper waters. I've never seen that thing, or anything like it again, but it was screwing nasty.

I really wonder if that was some undiscovered animal or something... I've searched the internet for anything matching my description, and nothing turns up.



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>First day of school second grade >September day >Waiting for the shower to open. >Hear a tapping on my Window >See a large bee about 8-10 inches long and huge. You can make out all the details. Clearly see the yellow and black of its face and wings. >back in 1994. This bee was just hovering and tapping on the Window. His stringer could have gone through the Window. >I go in my parents room call them to my Window and grab my dad's camera cause I was feaking out >Just as it fly's off parents come in the room tell me stop wasting time and get ready for school. >Dad says don't touch the camera again and take a shower. >Get out of the shower and hear that tapping again. That bee is back just flying near the Window. >Run and try to get my parents to come back. They do and it's gone again. >Parents tell me just to focus and be good on the first day. >Once more while my dad was getting the car out I was in the fround yard and I see that thing fly right towards the morning sun into a tree.

I looked in books and the Internet and still havn't seen anything like that. Even asked a bee keeper at the local mall who came to do a presentation for school kids. Said it was unlikely but I swear I have seen it and it was not one of the large wasp.



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>neighboors across the street have a big field in their front yard, and they used to keep horses when I was little >I grow up, the horses all die >coming home one night >see a dark blot moving around in neighboors field >it's moving in circles, and it's movement...it look's like it's cantering >not very superstitious >shrug it off

>Another night >Dog will not settle down >Let her out, she bolts for the field across the street >stops stock still at the edge of our yard >there's something running around in the field >I try to call her back in, she won't move >after a few minutes, she bolts back into the house

>Friend pulls in at top of driveway at night, walks down it to my house >Hey anon, do your neighboors have horses? >GAH



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>be last year >sitting on the computer doing god knows what >hear a voice saying gibberish in a low pitch quiet voice >what.jpg >look behind me and see people glitching in and out of my room >as if they were holograms with bad connection appearing and disappearing >one remains and tells me to kill myself >break into insanity



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>be 7 >have big orange Jurrasic Park -trex >makes noise when you press it >t-rex in closet >be trying to sleep at around 9pm >starts going off constantly on its own >get scared >call dad into room >takes toy out of closet >it stops >no batteries in it >NOPE



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I'll do my best to explain this as it's a bit weird and to this day me and my brother aren't quite sure what we saw.

>Last year around Christmas >Me and my brother go for a walk/jog around our neighborhood >It's nighttime and we live out in the country >Dark as all hell >As we are walking along my brother goes "Wtf is that" >I look and he's pointing to this light in the sky >It's moving super erratic >It keeps blinking in and out of view >Finally goes super fast then stops >Starts slowly falling >We both think that was odd but we press on >Few minutes passes and we look again >There are now more lights and they are all moving around erratically then stopping and falling >Notice in the sky more lights coming from different directions >These big lights start appearing and dropping more of these little lights >The sky is lit up like fourth of July >Me and my brother book it back to the house >Thoroughly convinced some sort of invasion is taking place >Tell parents >They run outside >Sky is pitch black >Never see it again

I don't know what I saw but it was weird.



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>Hiking with my dad and 3 brothers in Scotland >Storm comes in >We make it to one of those houses you get in the moors for hikers >Get in, light the fire, settle down for something to eat >Go to sleep >Wake up around 2am after hearing slamming in the house >Brothers and dad are in the same room as me, asleep >Played a lot of D&D back in the day so I said in my 'warrior voice' "BEGONE, FOUL DEMON!" >everyone wakes up "What are you shouting about?!" >"There's something in the house with us." >Dad yells "Piss off or I'll crush ya!" and we all laugh thinking it's just the wind >Hear a door slam shut followed by obvious footsteps. >NOPE >Brother smashes the window, we grab our stuff and jump out >Run 8 miles to the nearest town at 2am in a Scottish storm >Find out a few weeks later that apparently the house is haunted by a clansmen



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>Be sixteen >Live out in the middle of nowhere in North Carolina >Walking with my best friend at 3 AM through some soybean fields >Hear this god-awful shrieking coming from the treeline >I want to go check it out >Happens again >My friend and I nope outta there



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This is more creepy than anything.

I work in an old neighborhood getting decrepit houses(blithe) ready for demolition. Some of these houses(only a few most are just nasty) have weird feelings of lingering sadness and pain, it's hard to describe but it's kind of like walking into a funeral.

We did this one house that this guy had hoarded so much stuff that it had to be thrown out the windows to clear the house for the asbestos crews. The house across the street was in terrible shape, people had been dumping on the lot, all the doors, windows, siding, and anything of any value had been stolen. It was creepier than the other houses on the block.

During the day I looked over and saw someone peering through an upstairs window and they pulled away very fast. I was told the next week that 2 days after we were there the police got a tip to search the house, they found the body of a 15 year old girl that had been raped and murdered within the past few days. I believe the guy who did it was the one I saw.

We were doing a neighborhood clean up recently(like 10 months later) and we ended up at that lot to remove everything that people had dumped. I saw a white figure from the same window I saw the person in. My buddy saw it too.



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>be 6 >alone at gramps house >watching pokemon in the dining room >the dining room is in the second floor >the kitchen is next to this room, with a window behind the oven >spot tight black figure in the window >completely black, like a shadow >it stares at me for 10 seconds >mom comes back from work and the figure dissapears >noone believes me

To this day I've only seen it once.



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>be yesterday night >need to take a leek >go to the toilet that no one ever uses >while pissing hear banging from door that is next to the toilet >NOPE out to my room >banging goes on for a few minutes >silence >suddenly a loud scream >hide under blankets trying to sleep



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>Watching tv >Hear fridge door slam >Walk down hall >Hear microwave >Enter kitchen >No one there >microwave still spining nothing inside >Call mom still out of town shopping >Nope >Walk to friend's house



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>Several years ago living on the top floor of a 2-story victorian just outside the gates of a cemetery >just below the bedroom window, on the other side of the fence, are the baby graves >multiple occasions see mourners late at night >"Must be the parents, I'd be sad if I lost a kid too." >repeatedly see these people just standing at a particular grave at night >one night decide to watch them >they stand stock still for half an hour then walk toward the gates >go to other window to see them leave >they are nowhere to be seen, freaking vanished >this happened on three different occasions



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>Be maybe 15 >Mom has friends over and has some candles lit so they don't know we're disgusting smelly people >they go out to the firepit >I'm left in my room >I get hungry and head through the living room to the kitchen >EVERY FREAKING GLASS CANDLE HOLDER SHATTERS

Nope'd right outta there.



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> Be 19 > Just discovered creepypasta >Screwing around on Cleverbot, asking about BEN > CB stops responding for a bit, then refers to me by name. >NOPE out of there



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First time posting scary stuff from past.

I had a big stuffed lion toy on my wardrobe when I was a kid

>Be like 10-12 >Sleeping on my back at night >Wake up because someone is hitting my back. >Don't mind it and go back to sleep second after. >wtf, doesn't make sense. >Looking at wardrobe and see the lion toy isn't there. >Lion toy is under me and as if someone trying to get out of it from its back and that is why it is hitting me. >NOPE >Run crying to my parents room and as I look back the lion stares at me. >Go to sleep in middle of parents bed. >Wake up in the middle of the parents bed. >Freaking confused nope.

I have more weird stories that scared and confused me.



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not sure if dream or not

>few days back >lay in bed trying to sleep but not tired >hear growl right behind my head >feel breath at same time in my hair >continue feel something in my hair for a while >still not tired, go to /x/



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>be couple of years ago >family coming over for christmas >sit behind pc in my room in the attic >hear noises downstairs and think family has arrived >walk downstairs and see a little dude running down the hall on the first floor and down the second stairway >think it's my little cousin so run after him >arrive downstairs and unable to find him >look through window and see mom comming back from trainstation where she went to pick up the family >realise that I was alone in the house without knowing it >NOPE



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> Be like ~6 months ago. > Be like 3:30am > 4 of my closest mates and I are chillin', watching horror movies & the like in one of our haunted houses. > Just checked Facebook from the loft, first-floor. > Get back downstairs and see the other 4 asleep on mattresses in front of T.V. that's still playing a movie (who knows what movie) > Cutedout.jpg > Decide not to bother anyone so I lay down perpendicular, to them and put in the ol' iPod. > IronMaiden.mp3 > listening to "Fear of The Dark". Thought it was appropriate. > See lady walk past the door way, from the stairs into the kitchen. > Whatevers.png > Realise that no-one else is in the house. (Mate's Dad was out) > Nope outta there and park my self right in the middle of the man-train (no homo) and sleep. > Tell friend about it the next day. > "Yeah, she walks around a lot. I often see her upstairs." > creepedout.exe



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> Get off computer to get snack > Lights off outside of room > Creepy feeling something behind me > Nope up the stairs like lightning



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>Live in a gated community with an abandoned house at the end of the road. >See curtains in the windows when ever I drive by to check out the cliff behind it. >door was locked. >Leave for a year, return. >drive to the house again >curtains are all put away >assume the owners may of dug up the house. >check the door >doorknob is busted from the lock and turns freely in my hands with metal clicks and cracks. >look in the window >see straight through into half of the kitchen >extreme feeling of forboding. >nope out of there, have not returned since.



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>I'm skeptical about somethings on here, but I can promise you this is completely true. >(I'm bad at story-telling) >I lived on a road called "Old Cemetery Road" >I'm not kidding you. >It was next to a old cemetery, but the cemetery was like abandoned for the most part and back in the woods. >(I don't know if that's relevant, just putting it out there) >I'm lying in the living room, because I live in a small apartment. >Here some rustling in the kitchen, but I think it's the ice maker. >I get an uneasy feeling. >Then, suddenly I get a flee feeling. >I quickly walk to my brother's room. >I shut the door behind me, in a swift motion while I walked in the door. >Something happens to the door, it sounds like it took a swift hard kick dead in the middle. >NOPE. >sleep in brothers room. >Have brother for verification that I wasn't dreaming.



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>live on second floor >using the computer around 4AM >It's really dark outside and a bit foggy, can't see the parking lot outside my window except for a small area under the street-light. >Hear sobbing outside there's women in a blue-dress under the streetlight. >"wow pretty creepy." >She looks up and starts screaming and crying really hard for like 2 minutes. >NOPE.avi >move away from window. >She just starts screaming louder before stopping. I don't see her anymore. >Become extremely paranoid for the rest of the night thinking my neighbors footsteps downstairs are hers. >Nothing happens.

Women can scream loud.



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>Grandpa worked as cop back in late 1970's >Used to tell me and my brother this story >He and his partner were on patrol which covered the southern edge of town >They're in the middle of nowhere, they drive past a cemetery >Grandpa sees someone walking through the cemetery >They pull into the drive to get closer >Eventually grandpa stops the car about 100 ft away, shining the spotlight at the person >The light shows more than one person - apparently they saw a group of about 10 people in confederate attire walking through the cemetery >They debated on getting out of the car to intervene with them, until grandpa saw one of them walk right through an above-ground mausoleum >He threw the car in reverse and floored it out of there >Partner said he saw them continue to walk through the field as they sped off

He used to tell us that story every Halloween. Sends shivers down my spine every time.



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>Friend decides to play around with Ouija board one night >Nothing happens >Next day when he's alone in the living room, TV suddenly floats off its stand and flies toward his face >He manages to duck in time, TV crashes against the wall >Glass and drywall everywhere >When his parents find out they get pissed, make him fix the wall and buy a new TV >Nothing else happens, everything goes back to normal after that



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>My Father told me this story like 1 time but then refused to talk about it. >Going for a midnight bikeride on some dirt rodes close to the Pine Barrens >said he did this ride several times before no trouble >all of a sudden he starts hearing screaming >he said it sounded muffled maybe human >keeps riding his bike in the direction to investigate >he thought someone was hurt >Drives closer and sees red eyes staring him back >He says all he remembers after seeing the red is the fall >he wakes up an hour later on the side of the road with his bike missing

Weird part is he says that he has a scar from in on his arm which he actually showed me and it's pretty dang big. I wonder what the hell that thing was.



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>be my dad in the early 70s >be living on a farm in the outback >one gets a call from the next farm >"Anon, come quick, I can see lights, must be poachers, let's catch them." >dad gets rifle, jumps in 4WD, meets up with other guy >see light/s down by the creek, give chase >light/s moving away at speed, but still looks like headlights, not tailights >drive like maniacs, almost catch up >lights go straight over flowing creek >wtf??



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>be sleeping at buddy's place in boston >house built in 1820's >get poked awake by something hard >it's a screwing cane being held by a dude dressed fancy >says "What do you think you're doing?" >me: "Trying to sleep." >him: "Very well, don't make a mess." >lay down, realize what just happened >look around, fancy dude is gone >tell buddy and his dad about >buddy's dad pulls out pic of original owner >it was the dude that woke me up



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>great great grandma lived by railroads >bums would come and look for food in trash >gggma waiting on porch for husband >no car, so he'd be walking down the tracks >she sees a figure walking down the tracks >gets up and starts running down the tracks to meet him >halfway there notices it's not him, too short >gets a better look at the figure, realizes its hands are dragging on the ground behind him like an ape >she turns around and starts running to the house >ape thing chases her >she gets to porch, grabs ggma and locks front door >looking out window, thing is close to house >runs to corner of room, hears the thing step on porch >starts banging on door/window for what my grandma told me was 30minutes >husband gets home to gggma crying hiding in corner

>never leave food out again



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Story from my great grandparents. It'll probably sound cliche to you but stuff like this was a big deal for them back in the day I guess. We're talking way way back, like pre-WW1 germany.

>great great etc. uncles working as hearse drivers >riding a carriage carrying two coffins >a wheel breaks on a bridge and they get off to fix it >notice a coffin which was previously nailed shut is open and empty

They noped out and went home pissing their pants. My grandmother swears they were telling the truth.



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Story from my bro and I.

>be little kids, I'm nearing teenage years >have bunk bed >bro wakes me up, hears noises under bed >man up, reach under bed, feel around >feel furry thing >"Oh it's just Fluffy" (our cat) >"Dude, I'm holding Fluffy" >thing scurries away >wake up, check, nothing there...

Could have been something that got in from the attic... NOPES the hell outta me when I think about it.



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>Moved into new (current) house when I was between 1 and 2 years old >Mom couldn't sleep in my parent's room cause every night she'd hallucinate the walls of the room as being "like treacle" and black. >Eventually this went on until she moved into the room opposite (my room) as she literally got no sleep whatsoever. >A few months had passed and my Mom began to hear faint wheezy coughing coming from the room. >Going upstairs to the room, she soon found out that my Dad was still downstairs. >Dismissing it as another hallucination, the coughing became louder and louder until my Dad heard the same coughing one day. >Me and my Mom were in the room when, or so I am told, I pointed towards the corner of the room in which there was an old rocking chair that was very slightly teetering. >I guess this was the final straw and so my parents asked our neighbours about the previous owners. >Apparently the guy who built the house (during the early 60s) died around a month before we came to the house of lung cancer, supposedly accounting for the coughing. >Some "sermon" or whatever was performed to say that this guy's ex-wife had moved from this home and since that, nothing 'paranormal' whatever.

I have not made any of this up, but take it with a pinch of salt as it is only what I have been told.



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nothing really paranormal but it freaks me out everytime

>dad in the army >he was about 22 or so >he worked together with pilots, sitting on the radar for them and scouting some stuff >one day he was scouting, his supervisor commanded him to check out a farm where a airplane from his troop went down >he enters the building which was almost a wreck >blood everywhere >the pilot got splattered all inside the building >the head was sitting right in front when you entered the door >my dad's supervisor commanded him to wait until recovery arrived >he sat around with a complete gored dead guy for like 3 hours



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>grandma tells me this story >Her and my grandpa had some friends over, one of which brought some book over, as they were just passing through on their way home. >they get to talking, and their friend forgets to grab the item on his way out. >my grandpa complains to her about this unease he gets while being around the book, but they disregard it and go to sleep. >My grandma is awakened that night by my grandpa pushing down on her chest hard. >She looks over and he's lying on his back panicking, shaking her to wake her up. >floating almost eye level with him, facing down, is a semi translucent face with eyeless sockets and it's mouth wide open. >my grandpa screams out to god for help and it disappears.

and

>My grandpa and grandma are really into Victorian era things, they buy this tapestry from an antique shop and hang it up in the hallway adjacent to the living room stretching down to their bedroom. >One day while watching TV my grandpa sees a woman standing at the end of the hall. >he calls out for my grandma, but she doesn't respond. >turns out she's not in the house at all, but outside. >something similar to this happens multiple times. >They move the tapestry into the back hallway of a converted garage that now has two rooms in it. >I come over to visit and sleep in the back room with the huge TV in it. >I was up around 6 or 7 AM and roll over to face the door. >I see this black figure standing there, looking at me. >I just about mess myself and roll back over, forcing myself to go back to sleep.



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Not as neat as some of these other stories, but the couple of times my dad would talk about it, it gave me the chills. For a little background, my dad is a huge dude, tall and strong. He does not believe in paranormal things.

>dad in 20s >driving to his dad's house >main road on the way has houses tucked behind some light forestry, opposite side is open farmland >dad reaches end of driveway, pulls over to open gate >he turns and sees a greenish, large glowing light in the sky, high above the farmland >watches it for a minute and gets a weird feeling that he needed to leave the area immediately >gets in car and hightails it through the driveway to get in house

whenever he has told me, he gets this look on his face at the end that absolutely chills me to the bone and says, "When I saw it, it didn't scare me, but I knew... that I should probably get out of there."



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>be 12 >spending Halloween night in my Gran's house with my cousin >just us two, gran recently died >we're watching the exorcist, strange stuff happens. During the scene where the statue of Mary is desecrated, an image of a man being stabbed or strangled was superimposed on the screen >later be in bed, hear someone walking up and down the corridor, back and forth for about 30mins >cousin swears it wasn't him >something bangs into the window in the morning, probably a bird but still unsettling

That's the closest thing I've had to a paranormal experience.



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(this is my friend we're talking about, not me)

>be married with 2 toddlers in a apartment >brother was over that day, it's now night time going to bed >friend and his wife in bed and kids wake up >wife goes to put em back to sleep >friend is just watching tv in bedroom >friend sees wife leave the kids room and go into the bathroom >wife is in there for 10 minutes but makes no sound in there at all >no toilet flush or sink or any sound >wife walks to the living room >same thing, she's in there for 10 minutes but makes no noise whatsoever >friend looks down the hallway from the bed into the living room >sees wife just standing there staring back >she's wearing different clothes, something that she would normally wear to bed, but not what she was wearing minutes ago >her hair is kind of blocking her face >wife starts to motion her hand to come over there, not saying a word though >friend is wondering what she's doing >friend thinks she wants to have sex on the living room couch or something >wife continues to motion hand, then finally walks out of view further into the living room >friend hears no noise at all again so decides to get up and see what the hell she's doing >friend goes to living room and sees nobody >front door is locked, cheks outside anyway but nobody around >wondering what the hell is going on so goes to check on the kids >wife is still putting the kids to sleep >she never screwing left that room

My friend did some research and he found something that made him nope. Sometimes demons impersonate people and try to make you come with them to wherever the hell they go. Thus how people get possesed etc.

My friend has a lot of screwed up demon stories, but this one was recent and screwed up.

I'll always remember how he said he couldn't really make out her face, how it looked kind of blurry.



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Kind of related, but my Grandma on my mom's side is crazy. Have you ever watched Blair Witch Project? If so, do you remember the crazy old lady they talk to before they go into the woods. My grandma is exactly like her.

She lives in a trailer park over in Wyoming, and has her yard lined with chairs that she sets these life-sized dolls in. I've only seen her a few times in my life, but as of 6 months ago she had about 15 of these things all around the yard and sides of her trailer. She makes them out of whatever she can scrap up - old clothes, mannequins, etc. She also babbles random stuff at random times. I walked into the living room and she was having a conversation with herself about World War 2 and the invasion of Normandy.

I don't like going to her house.



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>About 7 or 8 years old at the time >Summer break, about 1 am pulling an all nighter >Mom and dad sleep in their own room >Grandma has been staying at our house for a few weeks(displaced from an apartment fire) >She has been sleeping in the living room >Im watching tv >Get hungry, decide to go to the kitchen for a snack >Walk to the kitchen, have to pass the living room doorway to get there >Look in as I walk by >Grandma is standing on the couch >Staring directly at me >Turn around, run to my room and lock doors >Man it out in my room for the night >About 9 a.m. >Mom knocks on door >Tells me not to freak out, that grandma passed away and not to go into the living room until the ambulance arrives



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>Dad is about 20 something >Him and his friends live in California in the mid 1960s >They boat out to a small island, about 300 feet by 100 feet wide and popular for camping. it's a few hundred feet from the shore >camp out, huge bonfire

Next morning:

>They wake up >On same island >Their tent is surrounded by about 50 buffalo



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Mother told me this story

>she was in her early twenties >used to visit her aunt and uncle with my grandma and my uncle >their house was incredibly haunted, doors slamming all the time voices, apparitions and all that >my uncle was deep into heroin and pills, he was also a small time car thief for the new york italian mob >they are at the house, her uncle told him to let the dog outside >he does, and it's about 15 below zero and it's snowing >he steps outside with the dog and the door slams behind him and locks (the only way it can lock is from.the inside and you have to twist a lever) >nobody heard him banging on the door >was out there for 2 hours before they noticed, nearly died of frostbite

My mom's uncle said in all 20 years living there that that's never happened to him and that it would be impossible for the door to lock without somebody doing it.



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Not really scary but

> 1960 grandma lives on a neighborship on a small town, so all the neighboors know eachother quite well >there were those two sibling ladies. one of them had an spontaneous abortion, and she got sick because of it for a long while >my grandma and other neighboors worry about her, sister tells she's really bad but they don't have money to call the doctor > grandma and other neighboors make a recollect to help 'em out, get enough so they send someone to call the doc, that is quite away from the neighbourship >grandma, other neighboor and sister wait outside the woman's small room/house. the woman has a really high fever, they're scared she'll pass >a man in white, with stethoscope, a malletin and an accompanion nurse appears >he asks "where's the patient" >granma, neighboor and sister shocked because that isn't the doctor they know/called, but realize he probably is busy and sent a reemplacement >they point to where the lady is >doctor and nurse walk into the room/house and close the door >after a while, the 3 people start noticing a strong edor, like thinner edor. they don't pay much attention >suddenly the doctor they called/know appears and apologizes for being late, since he had many patients >grandma, neighboor and sistertold him the substitute he sent arrived and was already with the sick lady >doctor says he didn't sent anybody >granny, neighbour and sister flip out, go check the room/house >door won't open, they break in >due to the noise, the lady wakes up, and she seems really healthy >no doctor neither nurse can be seen >there was only the door from where they broke in, no backdoors, no windows



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Weird experiences. I remember one.

I was about 19. I got up real early because I wanted a breakfast at Hardees. I'd walked to the strip mall and realized that the Hardees wouldn't even open for an hour or so. So I was wandering around aimlessly at this not-open-yet-either strip mall when I saw a homeless man in some kind of distress. He was clutching his chest and leaning against a pole.

I took no more than two steps in his direction to offer some kind of assistance when I hear:

>"Get in the car, David."

It was a friend of the family who was also full blood Navajo. She'd just gotten up, gotten dressed and just kinda drove out where I was. For some reason.

>"Hey, this old guy maybe si-" >"Get. In. The. Car."

She seemed really nervous. I wasn't one to turn down a free ride home so I hopped in.

>"What was that all about? How did you know I was out he..." >"Don't ask. And don't ask."

I never did. I mean the dude was like 80. Abraham Simpson tier. I think I could have handled myself. But I still kind of get the chills because now that I think about it there was something 'wrong' about him I can't quite remember.



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>few years back >late start days for school > get up earlier than necessary > "Oh nice, I'll just go back to sleep." >as soon as I close my eyes I hear the creepiest laugh I have ever heard >nope >I'm awake now.jpg

also

>with friend digging in vacant lot near his house >it's getting dark >blood curdling scream from a distance >me and friend decide to leave >while walking back hear high pitched dog bark >oh well.jpg >"No man, didn't you hear it?" >hear hit again when we get to friend's house

Can't remember what it sounded like, just that it was fun to go along with, I described it to myself as a high pitched scream, only remember how I tried explaining it to people. From this thread, it could have been a fox.



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Well I've never thought much of ghosts or anything but I've had two experiences-

>be young >staying at parent's friend's house on coast >mother wakes me and my brother up in the middle of the night >shows us a ghost walking up and down the hallway it wasn't really freaky or anything, I just took it with an open mind and was fascinated by it. never thought much of it.

2nd- >friend's mother died, they were close and were together when she passed >he breaks up with his fiance, due to some crap >stays at my place >for the entire duration of his stay weird stuff would happen around my house >radio turns on randomly in the middle of the night >windows open, doors open, stuff like that >I thought it was my friend at first, but he was also convinced it was his mother

Nothing really scary, but the thought of some paranormal realm actually existing is kinda scary.



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It started a while ago, but here's my story.

>be 7 >watching tv by myself >don't have remote for stereo system so have to turn up sound by knob >sound starts blasting to top volume >freak out >run to tv to turn the knob down >turn sound down >look up to reflection of tv >see little girl that sorta looks like my cousin >being 7 I'm not scare, but confused >turn to greet my cousin >nobody there >allofmywhat.jpeg >start occasionally seeing her out of my 2nd story window >I would wave every once in a while before going to bed >she never waved back though >start drawing pictures of her >parents laugh at my drawings and think my imaginary friend is cute >lightbulb outside my room will never work >change light all the time, but never seems to work

Eventually we move out of the house because of parents divorce. When the new homeowners moved in they said the appliances were pretty much not working. I completely forget this whole experience in that house until about 2 years ago.



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>wake up to radio alarm clock >it's playing static and moaning that sounds unhuman >hit snooze and sit there noping out in my bed >it goes off again, but this time it's jsut playing crappy country music



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>uncle stationed in Afghanistan or Iraq or one of those old desert areas

>the place they were at was near a bunch of old temples and archeologist sites. he likes history and all that jazz so he chose this location to visit all the areas

>he says one day he was walking in the temple area and just began to get this uneasy vibe. he left the area

>later that day they visit this old church. he didn't say mosque but it was probably a mosque. it was in some random poor town, but he says it was one of the oldest in the region. he says that he meant poor poor like the type of town where they still live in the stone ages

>while in the church, he says that everyone received a blessing from the head elder. the other soldiers laughed at didn't really take it seriously. he did though. and he says that the elder preacher got to him and said something different and began to speak in tounges and convulse. the soldiers got serious and of course started helping him. but while he was yelling and shaking he just kept looking at my uncle

>they all left and thought it was crazy weird Muslim stuff.

As my uncle was trying to fall asleep that night in the barracks, he says he saw these weird looking faces above him on the ceiling. They didn't look threatening. he just calmly laid there while they all looked at my uncle. My uncle never did drugs or anything. He says the faces are what is hard to talk about because he still remembers them. They were middle eastern and closer to Jewish than Iranian

He has a bunch of other crazy stories from the region. Doesn't like talking about them or telling them.



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My brother was conscripted into the army and a year later we got news that he was missing. That occurred seventeen years ago. We left his room unchanged, too many memories to take down, and because none of us could accept the possibility of his death. Meanwhile things were occurring in his room:

>bed unmade once a week >could hear continuous footsteps in his room >possessions changed their positions around the room >different books on bed side table, clothes taken out of the wardrobe etc. >his music occasionally playing from his room

My mother would take a glass of water to the room each night as she believed that my brother was still around. Each morning the glass would be empty.

Sometimes I would enter his room to get some linen etc. from his wardrobe. I would stand in front of the wardrobe's mirror doors, only to occasionally see my brother in the reflection behind me, smiling as he sat on his bed. That usually only lasted several seconds.

It never scared me or anyone of my family though. In fact it was comforting to know that he wasn't really gone. All of this ended though when they finally uncovered his body in a mass grave four years ago. I guess he moved on.



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This turned out to not be paranormal at all, but it's still pretty creepy.

When my mom was a little kid, she would always tell my grandparents about a nice old woman who would sit in the rocking chair next to her bed and talk to her. My grandparents assumed it was just an imaginary friend or just made up stories or dreams or whatever, so this went on for a while. My mom would continue to insist that a nice old woman would always sit and talk with her and rub her hair when she felt sad and insisted it was real.

Then one day my grandparents found an old woman dead in my mom's room. Apparently it was the woman who used to own the house and who had then been living in an old folks home in the town. The room my mom was in was the woman's old room, and my grandparents hadn't changed the locks when they got the house, so the old woman still had a key. Apparently she had been wandering away from the retirement home, sneaking into her old room unnoticed, had conversations with my mom as a little girl and eventually passed away in there.



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>My dad told me this one. >Dad was a teen, living in some small town in texas >His high school haunted by a ghost who plays piano >He hears about a bunch of girls going to try to contact the ghost >being the jerk he was, he was going to scare them >He was climbing on the catwalk that would lead him to the theater, where the girls were. >He stops seeing a light in a class room. >He watches this light pass though the hall. Like imagine seeing a class room through the window, you see the door to the hall... he watched it "walk" right past the room. >Light ball comes back to door way and begins to float over desks toward him >He (the best way I can put it) nope'd out of there

>Dad married my mom when I was like three (okay, so he is my step-dad. But he was dad to me.) >I run into living room crying about someone in my room >Dad being a hero went in there to check closet and under bed (I wouldn't know until he tells me that he was checking for cold spots, after his high school run in, he become interested in ghosts) >He finds nothing and tells me go to bed >I come back 30 minutes later and he goes in to find a cold spot right at the foot of my bed. >Being hero Dad he orders the ghost away and I was safe.

>Same apt as before. Same age, 3 ish >My parents in bed, watching TV >They hear knocking on their door >Thinking it is me, the say come in. >Nothing >More knocking, jiggling of handle. >They answer to no one >They go to my room to find me asleep

>Parents in living room >It was pretty late >They see little girl walk through all way >Tell me to go to bed >Oh wait, I'm not there, I'm at grandma's >Who was girl



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My grandmother told me this one

>Story is set in the 1930s or possibly early 40s in the Appalachian Mtns >Back then, people didn't have fridges so they would keep milk in the creek, as was common practice. >One week milk goes missing. Suspicion automatically falls on the youngest child, my grandmother's little bro >He denies it vehemently, but it falls on deaf ears >Later that week, he misbehaves and he has to stay at home and wash dishes while the rest of the family goes out berry-picking. >While he is at the kitchen sink, he looks out the window and sees a man, covered in blood, making a bee-line to the house. >He runs to the front door and locks it before the man can get to it. >Man runs to back door. >So does lil bro. He locks it too. >For a while, both spend time running from door to door >Lil bro finally makes a mad dash out of the house and to the neighbor's who were cousins. >He almost gets caught when he has to cross the creek. He would have if he went on the foot-log, but he instead went through the water head-on >Family believes him and searches the area. Man is not to be found. >Couple months later, they hear word that a man had been found in Asheville, hiding in the basement of a church. He was killing little boys.

Not so much paranormal as screwing creepy. And oh yeah, the milk stopped going missing after this event.



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I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GREEN TEXT BUT...

Here's my story, and yes this really happened.

Jighschool years, went to local Mrookstone store and bought a cool pair of walkie talkies.

One night at local park, it's dark, friend and I decide to test the signal distance.

I go far and I tell him, barely visible, FARTHER. So he moves farther, and now I can't see him. It's dark.

Push button, "Hello, can you hear me?" I ask.

Static.

"Heloo hello helloooo???" I repeat.

Static.

Then... word for freaking word I remember in exact detail what I heard, "I'm coming daddy." (age sounds 10-14)

I run furiously to my friend who's also running. He heard it too.

...what's makes this really creepy? That fact that we're in the middle of a dark empty park with no other souls around. Sure walkie talkies can pick up cell phone calls but... think logically, Who the hells "leaves" their daughter alone at night in a park and waits for her to call him to get her?



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Got a thread like this archived a while back--I didn't have much to contribute personally except this one-- this story always rang with me (and caused me to make a thread)

>Junior or Senior in High School >Wake up at late one night >Have to piss >Overhear mother and grandmother talking >Walk by >"Go to bed anon" >I piss and head back to my room, stopping just as I was walking away >Grandmother: So what happened?" >Mother goes on to describe how she awoke 'again' to find a horse headed thing on top of her >It was--well simply a mans body with a horse head >It laughed at her and just stared >I think it may have tried to strangle her too or something >Realize I'm alone in the hallway next to the stairs >Nope to my room leaving a trail of bricks >Dear God that screwing horse thing

Asked her about it recently, says she's seen it for years.



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>grandma lived alone until she was 75 years old >one night she wakes up >hears sounds coming from the kitchen >grabs her revolver (yeah she's screwing crazy) >she goes there and sees the refrigerator open >she goes back to the room to call 911 >room is dark >she sees the figure of a man sitting by the side of the bed >she points the gun at the figure, but it doesn't move >she closes the door and goes outside to the neighbor's house to call 911

When police entered there was no one in the house and all doors were closed.



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I've got two.

First one isn't paranormal, but I find it odd.

>any time I leave my house after a certain time a small black bird with a white breast is waiting for me on the volley ball pole or on the grass on my lawn >it will chirp at me and will land on neighbor's porch or lamp, the path I usually take >when I reach that area it will fly a couple feet ahead of me and wait on the grass >when I get closer it flies to a nearby tree and watches me as I walk away >it does this when I return home, but in reverse.

I like that little bird.

This one is paranormal.

>be about 2-3 years ago >be at my house relaxin and maxin all cool >mom and brother are home >browsing the chan and decide that I'm hungry >get up to get a water and something to eat >the washing machine door is open >look and see a figure that's about my height dressed in a blue prison dress shirt and black prison dress pants and shoes walk into my mom's room >"Dad?" >walk into my mom's room >brother and mom watching tv >"Where did dad go?" >"He's not home, remember?" >hmm >a couple months later >see the same figure walking around the house >investigate again >grandma is over visiting and I ask her if she's seen my dad >she says no and asks why >I describe to her what I saw >she smiles and says that I described my grandpa who died in a car accident a little after I was born >grandma sprinkles holy water around the house >never see him again >tfw no more grandpa



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>this year >Anzac Day >it's about 7 in the morning >Mum is in the shower, I am in my room. >Hear someone calling my mother's name clearly from outside >It says her name twice >My mother responds and tells me to see who is at the front door >No one outside >Neighbors aren't awake and don't even know my mums name

I think it was my deceased grandma, it sounded like her.



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>grandma was a bored young girl with a gypsy friend >her friend taught how to perform seances >one seance involved both of them sneaking into a graveyard in Turkey and lighting a lone candle >grandma's friend starts muttering some words and the candle gets brighter, brightening trees surrounding them >The tree bark is covered in faces, the faces look like they are trying to talk >grandma's friend stops muttering, blows out the candles, and they leave

>years later in the U.S., my grandma is married to my grandpa and they've had some kids >grandma tells her kids that her good friend had died a while back and that they can communicate with her through mirrors >my dad recalls sneaking behind my grandma when she was talking to a mirror >her reflection looked similar to her own, but with darker skin and grey eyes >my aunt told me that it made my grandpa uneasy that his wife was doing this, to a tipping point where he broke all the mirrors in their home one night

>grandma did weird stuff with her kids: took them to graveyards at night, went to mortuaries for fun, and had them help her with her "seances"



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Was 8 maybe 9 years old. Staying at my grandma's house for the night, the place was mildly populated.

Around 12 am or so I start looking for my dog and open the backdoor of the house to see if he's in the back.

Outside, sitting in a chair about 4-5 feet away is a man.

Completely black from head to toe except yellowish eyes.

I was young and fell paralyzed to fear, didn't move an inch for a few minutes until I hear my grandma behind me calling for me, she comes closer to see whats wrong with me, sees the man and screams, grabs me by the arm and shuts the door close.

My grandma rushed to tell my grandpa, he comes out with a rifle looking for whatever was out there, he calls his neighbor and they spend the whole night looking for whatever was out there.

They never found him.

Or my dog.



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>Family vacation in Maine, spending a week at my late great-grandfather's summer home. >We're getting ready for dinner, sister goes upstairs >Sees a tall man at the top of the stairs, goes back and asks my mom if he's joining us for dinner >No idea what she's talking about >Years later, family is visiting us in Florida >Sister mentions incident, grandmother's eyes widen and asks her to explain what the man looked like >She explained my great-grandfather in perfect detail >grandma's face when



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>friend's house >second floor >three year old starts waving excitedly at nobody and singing a new song >where did you hear that, honey >the girl in the window taught me >you mean, sarah? >not sarah! the girl in the window >sarah steps to the side and the kid carries on looking past her and out of the window >full blackness, like a mirror >nothing there



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>Be 15 >Mum, Dad and I are reorganising the house >My mum is Greek Orthodox, Dad is Catholic > I'm atheist but still cross myself for luck in situations from habit >Rearranging icons on the wall >Come to one which is silver with wooden backing. Comes from an ancient church in Cyprus (don't know which one) >It is hanging right next to a hook >"Mum, does this have a hook?" >She comes out, looks at it. >mfw there is no hook holding it up >She calls my dad over, he laughs and takes it off the wall thinking the hook is behind the icon >No hooks anywhere. >The icon, weighs about 3kg, was hanging off the wall with nothing supporting it >The wall is pure plaster, we had it installed a few years before. There are no pipes or wires in it, we know that for sure. There is no magnetic metal anywhere near the wall or in the icon (we had it checked after) >My mum freaks out saying it is a holy miracle >My dad is weirded out >I'm weirded out



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My mom's got a lot of these (seeing orbs, random ghosts, stuff like that). Here's one that stands out:

>walking up driveway as a teen with boyfriend (who later becomes her husband and my father) >suddenly extreme coldness passes through her >she looks at boyfriend, who obviously just experienced the same thing >they continue inside, never talk about it again

He died when I was still a kid so I was never able to confirm with him that it happened. Also, here's another one:

>has a job taking care of quadriplegic guy named Don >job requires getting Don out of bed, feeding him and putting him back in bed at night >takes care of him in shifts with other lady named Stephanie >Stephanie gets a van, offers to sell her old car to my mom for cheap >she takes the deal >after weeks of everything being fine, gets back into car to drive home after putting Don in his bed >looks at the mirror when pulling out of driveway >sees an old man sitting in the back of the car >looks back >he's not there >looks in mirror >he's there, smiling at her

She claims he continued sitting there from time to time until she got a new car.



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My buddy's got some stories that he told me, too. Here's the latest one he told me.

>lives in a fairly small house >upstairs is just a staircase with two doors and a shelf at the top >room to left is his, room to right is his father's >keeps having 'activity' in his room, decides to sleep in his dad's room for the night >hears bumping around in his room >doesn't move >hears door to dad's room open >doesn't move >suddenly computer by the door start playing extremely loud Youtube video >jumps up to stop it and doesn't see/hear anything for the rest of the night

>next morning talks to grandma >she says everyone else in the house was downstairs at the time

He's also told me about stuff like his great Uncle (I THINK that's who it was) sacrificing goats and stuff to Satan in his old house and painting a giant keyhole on the ground in the living room or basement (don't remember which). Apparently this caused a TON of activity there.

His family thinks that there's things attracted to them and that's why they have so much activity. He even claims that he felt a presence in his room and confronted his fear by sitting in silence with it for a while; later he 'found out' that it was a Shadow Man.



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>be grandpa >be living in Guatemala >brother has been screwing around with paranormal stuff >brother goes comatose for a few weeks and wakes up >bro goes insane constantly talking about voices and dark tall figures trying to drag him away >Have an exorcism >great grandparents were devout Catholics >grandpa doesn't believe in that >apparently it works and bro is cured >one day grandpa and bro are walking along some road dirt road >hear a loud smack >bro screams and falls to the ground >he's being dragged off by something >slowly nearing the cliff >(the roads in guatemala are usually near cliffs) >grandpa grabs him and tries to keep him from falling over >it felt like something was trying to pull his brother down while he tried to pull him up >grandpa said something was punching him clawing at him trying to get him to let go >grandpa is hearing laughing and voices >grandpa although he is an atheist tells whatever it is that's trying to drag his bro away does so in the name of god >keeps chanting >eventually the laughter stops the voices go away > he pulls his brother up

Paranormal stuff still happens to my family but it's not as bad as it was when my grandpa's brother was alive.



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I live in Indiana too.

>driving home from work at 10 PM >going down a country road >suddenly some lights in the sky catch my eye >look up >see 5 or 6 huge balls of orange light >they keep blinking on and off >goes on for about thirty seconds >at this point I had slowed down in my car just starring at them > they disappear >speed home >run into house and start screaming at my mom that I just saw a UFO >she laughs at me and says go to bed >a few minutes later my sister (who lives in Indy) calls >"Uh, my friend just called and said there was a huge boom that rocked his house and he just called me crapping himself, what's going on?" >"wtf anon said she saw a UFO."

According to the paper the next day thought it was probably just some pilots from Grissom AFB screwing around since that base is really close to us.

Still freaking scared the crap out of me, though.



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Got this one from my friend who is a rich dentist and has a house on a lake in France. Never known him to BS, will try to greentext what he said.

>him and family go to house on lake >extremely secluded, one old lady owns a farm across the lake >one barn of hers always locked and barred >they spend 2 weeks there, first week ok >second week start hearing howling of a night >sounds like wolves, but he said it was much deeper than a wolf >one day my friend goes fishing > notices a big man across the lake, looking into the water >pays no mind, fishing yo. > after a little while he realises that the barn is open >first time he's seen it open, starts thinking where the other guy came from >carries on fishing >looks up, the guy is looking directly at him across the lake >looks back. bricking it, what if he was locked in the barn? >suddenly, the guy throws his head back and howls >howls like a freaking banshee for 20 seconds straight >NOPE.avi >friend legs it to his truck >on the last day of the holiday he returns to the same spot >barn is locked again... >goes home and tells me.

Not so paranormal, but it scared me coming from such a sound bloke, his wife told me how scared he was that evening. Later we thought about the guy being some feral son of the old lady, locked away for most of the time. Weird.



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When I was about eight, my parents divorced and my mom had to move us 3 boys into some hood apts. Right off the bat it was real weird, constant dreams about fire, slamming cabinets and closet doors. I have traumatically blocked most of it out, put my mom tells me that we would often wake up screaming, and pointing at the closet.

In this time, my youngest brother developed an imaginary friend named Benjamin. Ben is a prick, and always telling my bro to do bad stuff, he's barely two. After about a year my bro and benjamin start fighting, bro starts getting bruises and scratches. We end up moving to the apt next door, no more benjamin.

Lady moves in with her daughter, around three. Comes over to introduce herself, having coffee with mom. Daughter in next room taking to herself. Mom says ” who's she taking to?” It's just her imaginary friend, his name is Benjamin...



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>Little brother is really into astronomy >He's about 7 years old >Likes to look at the stars and watch things >About three weeks ago he spent literally the entire night looking at one part of space from his room >Never once moved >Didn't even eat >When he gets up about noon the next day I asked him what he was looking at >"I was looking at the screaming stars." >"What are you talking about you little brat?" >"There's a place I found where, if you look at it, you can hear screaming." >"No way." >"I'll prove it to you!" >Wait until about 11 at night >Telescope hasn't moved since the other night >Look into it >Hear very faint screams >Eventually gets louder >Have to look away

I noped out and told our mom that she should take away his telescope.

I'm never going to look at the stars again.



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Not too scary, but kinda creepy.

>mom is 8 years old >family comes over they let all the kids play in the back room >they look up from playing >guy staring into window >they all scream and run to tell the adults >adults run outside and look can't find him >house was raised on concrete bricks >window was about 8 feet off the ground >nothing he could've stood on was found either



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>12 yrs old >late at night >I woke up randomly >went to close bedroom door >see a silhouette of a man, about 8 ft tall >I ask it if it's my dad >no response or movement >nope.jpg >slam door and hide under the covers >hear whispers and footsteps for the next hour

100% True



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One from my Dad:

>1981 >Dad was celebrating 12th birthday, along with his dad and a few friends >Isolated farm house about 10 miles from nearest city >The west end is surrounded by grass plains and the woods border at about 1/2 mile away >Everyone is outside enjoying themselves and having a cookout >My dad notices off in the distance a person walking in front of the woods >Obviously this is strange considering they are the only people for miles >He tells his dad >Not long before everybody is lined up at the edge of the property watching this person >Whoever it is, they're coming closer towards the house >It's eventually close enough that they can see what it looks like >Woman with the palest white face and long dark hair, wearing a brown colored dress >By now the lady is about a football field's length away from the property line >The lady starts shrieking out what my dad called "the most spine chilling sound I heard in my freaking life." >My dad's dad has everyone go inside the house >After everyone is secured, he comes back outside with his rifle >Dad said he was too scared to watch, but when his dad came in, he told him that whatever it was kept screaming and began to float off very quickly back to the woods. >He put emphasis on float, and that he watched it's feet through the rifle scope and they never touched the ground

>Fast forward to that night >Obviously everyone had left except for my dad and his dad >They sleep in the living room >Entire night, they hear thumps against the house >They've called the sheriff's office, but they can't come out until a few hours later because of another incident somewhere else >About 1 a.m. >Dad can't sleep, musters up the courage to look outside through the blinds >Same figure is sitting outside, about 50 feet away in the light from the security lamp that they had on the telephone pole outside >Dad described her as an old decrepit woman, with a very drooped face >This was enough to make him faint on the spot >Next morning(6 a.m.) >Sheriff's finally made it(only 7 hours late) >Rocks are littered around the yard from being thrown at the house >Dad's dad's truck and Jeep are damaged >Lawn chairs, grill, trampoline, etc. are strown all over the place >Sheriffs can't find any evidence of who it was or what it was >Grandpa sold the property >Him and dad moved to the city within a week



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one from my cousin

>He be working at Wendy's >It's located right near a highly traveled interstate in U.S. >3 guys come in, they are all acting strange >2 of them go to bathroom while one orders >something about them just not right >as soon as they get food and leave, go to bathroom >on a stall is writing with marker >says Help me. I was kidnapped and am being held against my will. We are traveling north in a (whatever vehicle it was) and I am (whatever his name was) >State Troopers/FBI comes to investigate >Never hear about it again



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I posted about my grandma's lil bro last night I'll tell another story about them.

>Being little kids they have chores to do. One chore is putting the horses out to the pasture. >Pasture entrance is around half a mile down the road. >She and lil bro are being good kids >On the way back, it nears dusk and they hear a noise off near the creek. >Sounds like a hen cackling. Which means a hen escaped and has now lain an egg. >They near the ravine near the creek >A white ..thing come ups the steep side and yells at them. >Sounds like a woman screaming.

Pic related, it's the scene of the area, only during daylight and several decades later



>Also during that time neighbors claim to have seen white thing in the trees. >One neighbor gets a gun and shots it. >White thing disappears and reappears in a neighboring tree. >Reports said it looked like a monkey

Another quick story. Same road again.

There was a small family cemetery. This area is called Fox Hill, because there used to be a family with the surname of Fox there. Now only one dude from that group still lives there.

It was rumored that you could hear small children crying when you went up there.





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This happened to me just the other day and it was super upsetting.

>get home from work >it's dark outside. nighttime >it's rent day >go to apartment to grab mine and roommate's check for rent. >leave my phone since it's only like a block away. >I'm walking to the rent office and an SUV drives by. >Window rolls down, woman screams bloody freaking murder, sounds distressed. >feel uncomfortable >drop off check and NOPE back to apartment. >call police to report it. Just felt weird

I never found out anything, but it was just a weird situation. I've been hollered at, screamed at, all kinds of things by people and this wasn't the usual. The woman sounded actually distressed. It was a fear scream, not a "WOOHOO SPRING BREAK!" type of scream. I'm hoping it was nothing.



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This is a story from when I was about 7 or 8, we lived in a really old house in the Hague.

>wake up one day >it couldn't have been a dream because I kissed my mum on the cheek and she remembers this >go back up to play in my room after breakfast >suddenly, feeling very light, like I'm swimming in the air >start floating around, floating down the stairs, wanted to show my mum >she's all the way downstairs, go down the 2nd set of stairs >suddenly, fall down, ended up breaking my collar bone

To this day I have no clue what happened.



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My dad told me a few stories when I was younger about things that he experienced.

He's the only one that has told me anything like this, really, so what sixth sense/psi/intuitive abilities I may have probably came from him because I've seen some scary stuff myself over the years.

Anyway, some of the stories he told me about.

>As a kid, he saw angels sitting in the living room where he lived. After waking up his dad, though, the angels disappeared. >Dad described the angels to me as glowy beings that were beautiful in every sense but said that they looked like men themselves.

>As a kid, my dad went horseback riding a lot in the mountains. >I've been to those mountains and at night they do make you uneasy. >He was maybe 11 or so at the time. >Feels and hears something following him, breaking twigs and breathing. >Suddenly hears a woman screaming bloody murder somewhere close. >Horse takes off and he holds on for dear life until the horse actually takes him home.

This story took place in his adult life, I was maybe 8 when it happened.

>Dad used to go deer hunting on grandfather's property. >Was sitting that...chair like thing hunters sit on that are high up. >Hears something coming. >He describes what he sees as a giant rodent, marsupial...thing. He says it was the size of a large dog. >Shoots at it. >It dodges the bullet somehow and just keeps going. >Dafaq.

>Old house had been around since Civil War >Always weird stuff happening. >Scared at first when I was five, by in a year or two I had grown used to it and felt that whatever was there (mostly) liked me.

>Be 7 or so. >Property had two barns, one of which became my own playhouse I went to for me time. >Safe neighborhood in middle of nowhere. >Sleep in barn sometimes just because I liked it. >Mom is on date one night I decide to sleep over in there. >Sitting in barn at night with flashlight with gameboy, drawing paper, etc and just doing my thing. >Hear mom yell my name from top of the hill. >Think to myself that I told her that I was sleeping out there already. >Get up, peek out crack of barn wall. >Her car isn't back. >What the... >Sit back down. >Hear it again. >Peek out hole again. >Swear that I see a shadowy figure by the house. >NOPENOPENOPE >Back away from hole before I can get a good look. >Turn off flashlight and wait until I actually hear the car pulling in. >Don't sleep in the barn again for a while.



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Not super scary but kind of creepy.

My dad told me this not too long ago.

>Dad was about 6 or 7. >shared a room with his older brother >It was summer so he always kept the window open. Never thought anything of it. >Dad's bed is right below the window. >Dad wakes up in the middle of the night and looks up. >Sees man covered in shadow leaning through the window and staring down at him. >Dad noping at the speed of screw that. >after about 5 minutes he calls for his brother. >man runs away.

Dad always closed the window from then on.



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Maybe paranormal, maybe not. You decide.

>be like 3 years ago >sister and I home alone >woke up around 8 am >sister's down stairs watching TV in our parents room >I suddenly hear a bang (it was this huuuuge bang as if someone would crash a tv at the floor or something) and I hear her scream >run down faster than Usain Bolt >she asks me to look in our washroom >walk in scary >everything from every shelf has fallen down on the floor, literally everything. the floor was full of dish soaps and etc. >dontletitbeademon.jpg

Some other events have happened after that morning, got to eat now so I can't write more right now about the other ones, but maybe later.



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I've never outright seen an apparition, but freaking poltergeists, man.

>Friend tosses lighter near me >Two minutes later lighter flies right past me face >'What the hell, dude' >Friend is asleep in the corner

Also:

>Set soda down on tray >Watching some DVR'd stuff >Soda leaps into the air and flips over >Freaking poltergeist making a mess again!

My old house. Staying at friend's or moving, never had it happen anywhere else. Also, shadow people from time to time. I used to just yell at 'em to leave. Eventually, no more shadow people, just a poltergeist.



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First time sharing this story with anyone!

>Be about 8 years old >Sleepover at mine with childhood best friend >Top and tail on the top bunk >Suddenly wake up in the morning and sit up >A shadowy figure is leaning over my bed (tall since it's over a bunk bed) >Stare at it >After about 10 seconds I try to wake my friend so he can see this as well >The shadow figure glides away and seems to go through a wall >By the time my friend wakes up the shadow has gone >Tell friend I had just seen a ghost >He seems quite scared and doesn't want to talk about it

Has anyone else had any experience with a shadow like this?



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>never experienced anything remotely paranormal, skeptical. >yesterday at party with awesome dude and gf. >gf and dude both have partly indonesian heritage. >awesome dude is wearing a bead bracelet, looks authentic. >gf asks why he wears. >dude hesitant to tell, says it'spretty scary. >we insist, thinking we've heard lots of screwed up stuff.

Continuing telling story from his perspective.

>be around 8 years old at grandparents house. >they're out shopping. >they have two Wajang dolls from old times. >watching nickelodeon and cartoon network. >suddenly TV turns to white noise. >it's like a darkness falls from the ceiling in the room. >outside gets dark. >I start freaking out and pissing my pants. >notice dolls are looking straight at me. >dash out the house. >look back one more time before I leave and see them literally following me with their gaze. >neighbours take me inside. >takes hours before I'm able to explain what happened. >grandparents ritually burn dolls in the backyard. >from that day I've been visited by shadows every night. >can't sleep normally ever without pissing my pants. >feel paralyzed out of fear everytime I wake up at night and see these things. >they seem to feed off my fear. >tell parents. >send me to psychiater. >feeds me pills, get drugged up. >nothing changes. >keeps happening every night. >sleep with my brother a few times, he sees them too. >my parents hear the same noises, but think I'm the one making them. >turn 18 and decide this needs to stop. >research on the internet. buy incense, buy meditation bead, find spells for meditating. >gradually decreases. >now only happens when I'm vulnerable or uneasy. If I've done something I feel bad for.

Check this /x. I start bombarding him with questions. Dude literally has phsyical injuries from these encounters. two scars on his arm. He tells about different dimension, fequencies of awereness, planes, whatever you want to call it. In some dreams he feels like he's entered their plane and stuff is all cool and cozy until they realize you're not one of them. they look like your friends and family but when stuff changes they attack you. I startle back because gf has similar dreams. I look at her and she and him start freaking out and exchanges stories. Many similarities.

>that night go home. >story creeps me out. >never been scared of paranormal or whatever. Forget fear. >live in a building which used be a monastery, can get creepy at night. >suddenly feel scared. >lie in bed, with every sound I get startled. >more noises than usual, freaking students. >don't tell gf as to not startle her. >suddenly feel a chill through my body, while liying under covers and heating is on. >probably just lack of sleep. >realize dude saying the creatures live off fear. >can only do something to you if you're afraid. they need it. >realize I've been made a viable candidate for feeding. >fall asleep. >wake up in the morning. >wonder if dude isn't creating victims for these things. >realize I'm an idiot, screw this. >can't shake idea, that the idea of fear has been planted in my brain which wasn't there before.



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Don't have too many stories but they're all pretty paranormal I guess.

Backstory: I'm about 2 or 3 and I live with my mother, 3 sisters, and biological father who is a truck driver so he's never really home. My biological father used to beat my mom and molest all 4 of us kids. Needless to say, he's a piece of crap. He's also a skinhead, so my mom sure knows how to pick the right man.

So as far back as I could remember, I would be sleeping and not really dreaming, but it's like I'm aware that I'm "dreaming" and it's just a pitch black canvas. Then out of no where there would be about 8-10 demonic heads just floating there staring at me, grinning and just scaring out of me since I was only 2. This went on until I was about 4. It would always be in my dreams, but only when my father was around. So I'd wake up crying hysterically and it became routine to my parents and they'd just sit there and console me until the faces were gone and I could sleep again. But on I believe two separate occasions when I was 4, I went on a trip with him to California in his semi truck.

I fell asleep in the passenger seat, but didn't see these faces... yet. I woke up due to the loud horn on the truck. I'm awake but startled, so I just sit there for 20 minutes. Soon after, I started seeing these faces while I was wide awake. My freaking father was just sitting there staring forward, not saying a word, not turning to look at me, not doing anything. That alone freaked me out, ontop of these faces. I saw them for a good 10 minutes before I closed my eyes and they went away. I guess I passed out for like 3 hours and we were at a truckstop.

My mom eventually took all us kids and we left him. Never seen him since, also never once saw those faces.



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Apparently, Back when my mum (Yea brit here) was around 8 years old, Shes 53 now, she apparently woke up one night to hear screaming and shouting and a hell of a freaking racket from downstairs, thinking it to me just my grandparents having an argument she went down the stairs to check it out.

I swear, my dear ol' lady still goes all white when recalling this. She said she saw her dad fighting something out of her house, she said it was very tall, hairy and had a snout like nose and was snarling and clawing at my Granddad, She later told me he used a knife to stab it a few times and it run off bleeding.

I don't know if I was the truth or not, but our family still lives at that house, and you can see dozens of scratch marks on the wall were it tried to get inside in the first place.



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>walking up stairs >childish fear that something is following me >okayirunnow.jpg >run up half way stairs and turn around >see a shadow of a tall child on the floor floating into my room >mfw it's a new house, been dabbling with psychokinesis and I slap myself, blink, inception and it's still there



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Here's mine:

>just bought huge new stereo >cool stuff >since a couple of weeks after purchase >play some classical music during the day >wake up because stereo is playing >classical music >vividly remembering turning it off last night >starts playing classical music every morning at like 8 am. >think I messed up some settings >call tech support >tells me there's no programmable schedule >for playing music at a certain time >find out ex-husband of previous owner >was a classical music composer. >still plays music every morning



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>be 9 >walking home from friend's house >happen to glance across the street at neighbor's garage >see man standing there in 20's clothes with a dog >tfw I can see the garage door thru them >man takes off his hat, places it over his heart, and bows to me >allofmynope.mP4 >run the rest of the way home and hide under the covers and cry >still occasionally see ghosts to this day



[438]

>be 2010 >in basement with my neighbor home alone >hear heavy work boots on floor above "lol dad is home" >goes upstairs >nobody but the dog in the house nope?

>bes January 2011 >wake up around 2:45AM >hear a rapping on the window not a quiet knock, it sounded like someone was freaking punching my window NOPE.jpg

>bes last month >hear metallic sound like someone hitting one of those red support beams in the basement >it's pretty loud >be ascared, decide to investigate >descend into the basement abyss... >walk to where the only exposed support poles are ...nothing >hear the noise again, coming from where I just was upstairs NOPE.exe Turns out our hedgehog figured how to make a metally noise with her cage...

>bes this thursday >sitting in bed, watching tv, tryin to sleep >mom walks in "Anon, you're not scaring me!" >I'm not... "You were just in my room..." >no... "But I heard someone knocking on the bathroom wall" >there's a closet on the other side >We're home alone... NPOE.swf

That's the best I got...



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Okay I got one.

>grandfather recently passed away. >be home alone with younger brother >younger brother is woken up by someone and told to go downstairs >mom had left a candle burning, could have set fire to the whole house. >we put it out before anything happens >I wasn't the one to wake up my brother >he says it was grampa warning him.



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>be 14 >playing the keyboard in my room >trying to learn some Christmas song >door is shut >stop playing for a moment >think I hear something >I hear another piano playing outside of my room >sounded like "The Entertainer" >walk out into the living room where the grand piano is >no one there >couldn't hear "The Entertainer" anymore

Kinda minor, but still freaked me out a little.



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>be 3 years ago >went on a ghost hunt for giggles >house had old slave quarters and a "hangin' tree" >house is under renovation, so lots of stuff underfoot >start in attic >I, along with 4 other people, see a woman up there passing in front of the windows >in the room at the bottom of the attic stairs me and another guy see a little boy playing on the bannister >on the first floor in a library room we have strange electromagnetic readings >this house had no electric hooked up at all due to the construction going on >go to cellar >bad idea >stone walls, stone/dirt floor, no windows >we are all sitting around the walls with the lights off and doing audio recordings while we ask questions >I suddenly feel a cold hand brush up my cheek >NOPE >flip out until someone turns the lights on >it couldn't have been anyone else in the group as no one was near me and you could hear any movement/footsteps on the dirt floor >I got the hell out of there and everyone else did too



[442]

>Be friday >Stroking dog >Stop and turn around to get back into house >See someone walk past the door >Home alone ;_;

>Be the next day >Uploading picture on tinypic >Weird captcha



[443]

Here's one... >Be today >Be punk teenager with two other friends >Do some urban exploration >Go to abandoned house >Go in through broken-in back door >Continue into kitchen from mudroom >Smells like death >The second I step foot through the threshold, I hear a huge bang on the wall next to me >nope.jpg out with friends

>Second attempt >We grow some balls >Decide to try the front door >whatthehell the door is unlocked >Open door, peer inside >Get flashlight out >Still dark >Take a few steps inside >Holy crap. It's like a blast from the past. Whole livingroom looks like the 60s >Hear footsteps coming from hallway coming near me >NOPE.JPG.GIF.PNG.EXE >None of my other friends heard it >I'm haunted

About five minutes after this, some jerks showed up and called the cops on us saying we were trespassing and claiming to know the people that owned the property. They also took a picture of my friend's license plate. I highly doubt that they knew anyone who may have lived there, and if they did, I don't think they cared. The place was in such uninhabitable conditions, it looks like whoever lived there just up and left one grey day. Not to mention the deadly mold growing on the ceiling of the back entrance mudroom. (As a side note, there was an old, rusty sickle on the ground of the back entrance mudroom.)

Also, pic related. It's the livingroom looking through the front door. The really dark area is the entrance to the hallway where I heard the 2spooky footsteps.

Will post a follow up with the broken-in back door, just for reference.



This is the broken-in back door. Right in front of it after you step in is where the sickle was. Not exactly too notable, but still kinda cryptic when walking into a creepy abandoned place as the sun is setting.



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>be last night >trying to sleep >just about to sleep but get a urge to open my eyes >open them a little bit >see a dark figure across my bed >freak out and get up right away to put on the lights >nothing there >heart pounding

didn't sleep that whole night. ._.



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>be last week, about 1-3 in the morning, idk >home alone, left to take care of the house >before going to bed, make sure all doors are locked, garage closed >while laying in bed, waiting to fall asleep, hear knock on the door, nothing too major >dogs bark, they eventually stop >hear door open, don't know which one since I have 2 doors to backyard + garage door + front door that all make the same sound. >thingy that controls the alarm goes BEEP BEEP BEEP (not setting it off, just signifying that a door has been opened, it does this even though it isn't armed) >ohcrap.jpg >dogs don't bark?!?! >hear crashing sound come from kitchen >ALL OF MY NOPE >hide under bed, bring pillow with >awake around 7am >check downstairs, nothing appears to be wrong >pick up parents from airport >never being alone again

I figured out later that the crashing sound was my icemaker being weird. But that still doesn't explain my door along with knock/ alarm controller having a fit.



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I have a lot of stories about the super natural, but the one experience that actually made me nope for the first time in my life happened a few years ago.

>house sitting for friend >cleaned the kitchen because it was always messy and that bothered out of me >table cleaned, counter cleaned, sink EMPTY, all silverware plates cups etc put away >go play vidya >back in the kitchen for a drink >knife in the sink >whatever, must have missed it while putting things away >put it away, go back to vidya >his 2 cats come in the room and just stare at me >assume they want food or water or something, go back to kitchen >knife in the sink again >hope a friend snuck in and put it there to freak me out >"haha okay, that's funny. But I don't wanna have to wash the knives again, so stop." no answer >getting a bit paranoid, check all the doors to see if they're locked (they were) His house is one of those super old 2 family houses, he lived on the first floor and basement. >comb the first floor, every nook and cranny. no one >comb the basement every nook and cranny(basement was basically an office/entertainment area so not very creepy) >go back upstairs, paranoid now >another, different knife in the sink >nope into his room and lock the door > call a friend and ask if he wants to hang out cause I am paranoid babby

TL;DR poltergeist screwing around putting knives in the sink and probably laughing at me as I comb the house with a bat.

Weird stuff always happened at his or my house. No one ever believed me, though.



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>be 14 >at school one day, some weird Mexican kid no one really knew gives me a book and tells me to read it, says it will attract ghosts >lol >go home >gets to be 11 at night, bored >walk into dark bathroom, open up book and read with a lighter >it just talks about magic and how you're about to experience it >there is light comin in from under the door, see shadow suddenly pass under the door >realize that I'm home alone, freak out a bit >alarm goes off in house >shoot bathroom door open, make a beeline for the front door >wait in front yard for mom to get home >still scares the hell out of me thinking about it to this fay

True story.



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> Be 2010 > Few days after Christmas, cousin was staying with us > Him and I are both fascinated by paranomal stuff, I bring up the graveyard in the woods behind my house > We come up with the brilliant idea to go back there at 1:00 AM > 1 rolls around, we bring a flashlight and our phones, walk into the field just before the woods > Get to the fence, suddenly see plants whipping around like there was a load of wind, no wind > Stop to look, notice the wind getting closer to us > Goes right past my cousin, gets to me, and everything gets dead quiet, dead still, and not even the crickets are making a sound > allofmynope.jpg > Run back to my house with the speed of an Olympian god

Stuff kept happening that night too, got plain weird.

Also, pic related, it's the only picture I can find of the back area we were in.

[Image too large. Search WindyGraveyard.]



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>live in eastern Europe >visit parents in the village where they live >there's an abandoned mental hospital from the 1960s near by >its garage is used as a warehouse by a local business >ask them if I could explore the hospital >they say "Sure, it's not even ours. Just be careful in there. There's loose tiles, glass on the floor and you can't see where you're going in some places." >I go in with my friend >it was during the day, so it was fairly well lit inside except for the rear end of the building >didn't bring torches >go into the rear end >difficult to see, but not impossible >hear footsteps from the next room >"Hello? Anybody there?" >no response >open the rotted wooden door >nothing but a rusted washing machine with its motor exposed >NOPE >turn back, hear footsteps in the hallway >nothing there either >double NOPE >keep going further into the dark abyss >trip over something >it was a piece of a door that appeared to have been pounded with an axe >NOPE NOPE NOPE >leave the hospital



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>be freshman in college >walking past memorial center >see some guy starting for me >young, thinking must be fellow student >thinking he's probably going to give me some stupid flier >try to walk around >he gets in front of me >donotwant.jpg >tells me god told him to tell me he hears a music box when he sees me, and that it was really important for him to tell me >thinking this guy is crazy >but still politely thank him for telling me

I still think about it.



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>Be 10 >Napped all day, go to bathroom at 3 a.m. >Walk past guest room >White glowing apparition of a girl in white gown >OHGOD >Run to bathroom and piss >Go to mom's room >She calls me crazy, say's there's nothing in the house >mfw Can't live in this place



[452]

>be in high school >kid always sits alone in one spot >no one talk to him >never see him other than at recess and lunch >Im alone on the weekend walking to the shops to buy stuff >see him walking towards me >say hey >no reply >ok whatever >exactly 10:00 pm >parents are away >hes at my door >he says "Do you know how to ascend?" >"What?" >"I thought not." he leaves >never see him again

Freaked me out, I asked a teacher about him and he said he never unenrolled, he just never showed up at school again.



[453]

>be a kid in Hawaii for vacation >running around pool >stop and lock eyes with older man >stare back >gut feeling I know this guy >I don't know this guy >he squints at me >looks like he recognizes me >hugeass group of people walk by >he's gone >run around pool looking for him >couldn't find him



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>be five or six year old femanon >playing putt putt on the old macintosh >computer is next to window so I have a nice view of the street >totally engrossed in game >snap out of it and look outside >THERE IS A GUY STARING AT ME THROUGH MY WINDOW >stare back >HE RUNS AND ALL TRIPS UP ALL OVER OUR LAWN >go to parents >mom dad some weird dude was staring into my window >folks call cops >cops ask me what the guy was wearing, gave me a teddy bear >am like "guys I'm five I wasn't paying attention to what he was wearing >he tripped on some rocks though" >cops walkie each other >"HE TRIPPED ON SOME ROCKS" >we move to new neighborhood >they never found him >probably because I couldn't remember what he was wearing



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>be mid 20's >drinking fool head off at a Boston club >step out for a smoke(this was post indoor smoking ban) >a wild uni student appears! >wild eyes >scraggly hair >clutching a bundle of text books >"do you know about string theory" he says >"As much a layman can" I answer >he proceeds to go into a very well prepared argument in favour of all reality being a closed loop >explains that everyone alive today has lived and died before >explains that all actions are nothing more than repetition of an ongoing cycle >he suddenly looks across the street >shuffles a book with Einstein on the cover to the top >points at the book >points at a man across the street >the man is the spitting image of Albert Einstein right down to the hair and clothing style >he nods to me knowingly >I go full derp and enter a state of brain melt >I thank him for his time and go back inside to drink more



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>in Korea in the army, 1998. >waiting in line for some food outside, near restaurants, lots of people, etc. >Korean woman comes up to me says, "Would you like to have sex with ME?" >wut >she walks off, maybe 20ft. away, looks like she's waiting for me. >I'm looking at other people in line like, "Did you just hear that? wtf?" >get my food, walk over to her, ask her to repeat what she said >she claims not to be able to speak English >I ask her again, she slaps my face really hard and says, "Get away from me!" and walks off. wtfjusthappened.jpg

another one:

>at a club with military friends >after a while, gotta take a piss, go to the bathroom >taking piss at urinal >man walks up behind me, grabs my baseball cap off my head, storms out >quickly finish my piss, walk out, see him throw my hat in a corner >watch him walk across the entire place, loud music, can't hear anything >I go back to my friends, watch the guy next to his girlfriend from across the room, they're standing next to a bouncer, pointing at me, talking about something >they're all looking at me >tell my friends I think there's about to be a fight >nothing happens, I start watching the strippers again >I look around later, the guy and his girl are gone >nothing happened, wtf



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>be 12 >walking through mall with dad and 10 year old brother >Asian lady in weird Asian hat walks up >points at my brother >says "does he play music?" >I look at her weird >being the funny guy he is, dad says "Well there's a crank on his back and when you turn it he starts to play music." >Asian lady says "Ah yes, I knew he was special!" >she walks away > I'm like wtf just happened >dad's like lolthatwasweird.jpeg > brother's creeped as hell

also

>winter 2012 > went to see Apollo 18 with my dad > weird guy sits behind us halfway through movie >at the end he butts into our conversation about how the ending sucked >he seems a bit slow >follows us out of theater and into mall >keeps talking >dad says we should get going >guy walkks away > we stand there until he's out of sight > WHAT THE hell. >continue shopping >jump ahead to summer >at K-Mart with bro mom and her boyfriend >walking down towards bikes and texting >look up >same guy walks bye >ohhell.jpg >he looks over casually >continues walking into aisle >recognizes me >steps out of aisle >winks and smiles >nopenopenope.jpg.exif.mov.gif.png >my eyes widen >turn around immediatly towards electronics where my mom is >walk fast >turn back >he's still looking at me >walk faster, look back, he's gone >tear through the store >tell mom >she laughs >tell my dad later that night when he calls me >what the hell that's weird >never saw the guy again

Scared the hell out of me.



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>just found out about indigos. >be walking through the mall with girlfriend. >both of us want subway. >standing in line for subway with gf. >couple in their 30's come up to me and pat my shoulder. >man gives a warm smile and nods. >"Be careful come December and welcome young indigo soul." >couple walks off and I am stunned in silence. >look at gf she's wide eyed and shrugs. >enjoys footlong.



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My and two of my friends were at Dairy Queen sitting at an outside table. A woman came up to us and asked if we could lend her a couple dollars so she could buy a burger and we pulled together about six bucks for her.

She took the money and said under her breath what we all swear was "It will be forgiven." and then went into the Dairy Queen.

We decided she was an angel who had just blessed us for our charity.



[460]

>be 12 year old chubby boy >at great grandmothers veiwing >left gameboy color in mom's car so I go get it >behind sketchy funeral home, dark as hell >get to car when a creepy man comes out from behind a van and asks me if I want to see where he keeps the bodies. >nope >grab gameboy and run my fatass off >never told anyone.



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>3 years ago >Christmas shopping with my friend at the mall >Place is packed >Walking through the food court >Out of nowhere a man walking with his son stops me and asks my name >Don't tell him and ask, "Is there something you need?" >He says, "I know this is strange, but God is telling me you're important and he has big plans for you. I came here today just to tell you that." >"... What?" >He responds, "I don't know what it is you'll do, but I was told to stop you and give you this message." >At this point I'm waiting for him to tell me about his van outside that will take me to his "church", but it never comes. >He makes no attempts to recruit me to any religion, even though he reeks of fanatical >We talk briefly about the Christmas season before he says, "I can see it in you too, God's right about you. I'll let you get to your shopping, sorry for stopping you like this." >Spend the next hour in the mall looking over my shoulder

I've had a ton instances where random strangers go out of their way to stop me and tell me something, but they're usually hilarious. Like one redneck in Blockbuster who just had to tell me about, "These two guys in this movie called Best of Show. Man they crack me up." But this one was unnerving. He was dead serious about his message, and you could tell just how strongly he believed it. Scared the crap out of me.



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Not a stranger, but here.

>Be 10 or 11 >Sitting in my grandmothers room watching TV about 4pm, sunny but windy afternoon, Dragonball Z was on TV. >The door opens >It's my grandpa who died a year or two before >Im shocked >He comes and hugs me, but I feel nothing. >Says nothing and walks into the master bathroom >Open master bathroom >Gone

I don't care if any of you guys don't believe me, it happened, and I will never friggin' forget it.



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>be alcoholic >go to liquor store >bum out front >asks for some money >tell him I'll give him my change from indoors >buy handle of gin and a lottery ticket >go outside >give him like the 35 cents I have left over >"bless you" >start to walk off >he stops me, intensely smiling >"No really, bless you. Bless. You." >smile and nod and say no problem and try to get back to my car >come back a couple of days later to buy another handle and cash in my winning ticket >I thought it was a 7 dollar winner >holy crap I misread my powerball ticket like three times because instead of getting one number and the powerball I got three and the powerball >thanks magic bum! >spent the money on more gin, which was enough for me to taper off and quit

>a year later I have a dream >I'm in the alley behind the shopping center containing the liquor store >there's a young homeless looking black kid there >he comes over to me, smiling >says "I'm waiting for the next plane out of here" >tell him maybe he means a train because there's tracks nearby but nothing for a plane to land on >he says "No, I mean plane." >realize he means plane of existence >realize he can read my thoughts >apologize for my rampant stupidity >he says it doesn't bother him >shows me a weird energy trick to see into the astral, which involved inverting your own face with a psiball >I'm starting to wake up >he shouts "your future is in Dallas, not Houston," which to this day is completely meaningless to me >I wake up >that was weird >the next day I see on the news that a homeless guy was fatally stabbed in front of the liquor store I dreamt about



[464]

>5 years ago >coming back from school >a blonde man stopped me and stared into my eyes >"All can be re-built, nothing gets lost."



[465]

>be 14yo femanon brit >go on holiday with family to the lake district, staying in a cabin on a large campsite >during a day out, parents want to go lakeland (bigass kitchen store, but there was a restaurant upstairs with internet access so my siblings and I went up there) >sister's turn on the computer our mum paid for so I'm wandering about and eventually sit down >very tall blond man walks upstairs, hes got a backpack and puts it down next to me, then wanders off for no apparent reason >while he's gone, become overwhelmed with the urge to give him a gift >wearing two bracelets, one black, one white, so I tie the white one to his backpack and run back to my sister >expect to never see him again >return to campsite >he's there, in a crowd of people (there was some filming going on or something), and he turns to smile at me >do nothing, can't move until he looks away >really never see him again this time



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>a few months ago >be at McDonald's with friend >3am, great time for some fries >see this guy in the drive-thru trying to back out >we both watch him for awhile, guess he's drunk >he parks the car outside, comes in >hell >leans over booth >guy is def high or drunk >probably both >"Hey... how old are you" >................. not telling >guy starts asking where we went to high school, if we live nearby >nope.jpg >he turns around to get his food >we both run out of there and back to the car >he follows us in his car >speeds up and zooms past down the road

Never seen him since then, thank the gods.



[467]

This happened to my aunt a while ago. Still have chills thinking about is.

>Aunt is walking in the city >Not paying too much attention, starts walking into the street >All of a sudden pulled back by a stranger >He saved her from being hit by a car >The stranger pulls out a phone and mutters something like >"We have the subject secured" or something like than >Aunt is confused as hell >He then says >"Your grandson is very important to us" >Aunt doesn't have a grandson, but her daughter just got married >Aunt tells him she doesn't have a grandson >Stranger says, "Not yet" and winks and walks away >MFW my aunts daughter just had a son >Wtf /x/



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>Be 15 >Around 10:00pm >Walking home from friend's house, suburbs >See this guy, maybe mid-20's, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, arms are moving like he's talking >Get closer, hear him talking to nothing in particular >"They're not ready yet, immature, just be patient" or something like that >Avoid sidewalk and walk on road >He hears me coming, stops talking and turns around abruptly >A little freaked out now, slow down, "Yeah?" >"Sorry. You're not with him, are you?" >Guy points in front of him, nothing there >He looks kind of freaked out >Shake my head, walk faster >Look back after a few seconds >Guy is gone



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>be 15 >sitting on lightrail on way to girlfriend's house >I'm like the only one sitting in that rail car >man sits down next to me at one of the stops >I remember thinking 'wow what the hell there are like 15 other seats..' >decide to brush it off as nothing >after a while he leans over and whispers >"I like little boys that look like little girls" >I freaking get up and walk into the other rail car as fast as freaking possible



[470]

I had a weird encounter yesterday:

>walk home from gym >~60 minute walk through lonely snowy nothingness >about halfway through I walk past a bus stop pretty close to where my ex gf lives >as I approach (wearing headphones) I see a girl that looked like my ex standing there (I couldn't make out her face) >decide to ignore the girl >as I walk past she seems to approach me and tell me something >I keep walking >about 200m later I look back >wow, it's freaking nothing >the chick is gone

It was a completely empty straight road. There was no way she could have simply disappeared like that.