Nope General 4



[501]

>Be 14 >Crappy neighborhood in New Jersey >In bedroom >Hear branches hitting my window >Just the wind >Go back to writing >Hear something hitting my window that doesn't sound like branches >theheck.jpg >Open curtain >Dark, couldn't see anything >Walk outside in dark to my window >See some guy walk away from my window >Realize he was staring at me when I looked through >Nope'd the rest of the night



[502]

>Be 14 year old me. >Biking on abandoned PA Turnpike with friend. >Come to Sidelong Hill Tunnel. >The thing's 6,000 ft (1,500 m) long, no lights in the tunnel so it's black as pitch. >Challengeaccepted.jpg >Bike through no problem, make it to end of abandoned Turnpike. >Friend mentions story of a ghost in the tunnel as we turn back, I call BS as we come up to it again. >3,000 ft in, can't see anything but the pavement where your light hits. >I stop, friend stops with me, I call out for the ghost to do something, prove it's there. >Nothing but the sound of water dripping. >I go to leave the tunnel when a piece of cement bounces off my back. >Chalk it up to the crumbling ceiling. >I turn to let friend know he's wrong and it's time to go when another piece hits the side of my helmet. >Realize they're coming from behind us. >NOPE.avi >Book it out of the tunnel as fast as I can with friend trailing behind. Whole time I'm pedaling, I swear I can hear someone laughing. >Never returned to the Turnpike.

Pic related: Sidelong Hill Tunnel.



[503]

>be last week >in room, dog starts barking in the living room >hear "stop that" coming from living room >dog stops barking >remember I'm home alone, and walk around the house to make sure >mom comes home and tell her what happened >told me that last week something grabbed her on the shoulder in the living room >weird things have been happening since >NOPE



[504]

>a couple days ago >Laying in bed reading >just woke up a couple hours ago >Only noise for hours is rustling of my sheets when I move >Hear singing >Just a short little "ahhh ahh ahhhhh" >Female voice >first real noise I have heard that day >Have a mini-freakout >go around house making sure it wasn't a TV or a computer >Everything is off >Dog yawns behind me >Nope back to my room to calm my nerves and read again



[505]

[In response to the above.]

I experienced something like this like two months ago.

>Really late, had a fight with my gf, going to bed at like 3am. >Put on my earphones so I can listen to some music while I fall asleep. >I finally get sleepy, so I take off my earphones. >As soon as I take them off, hear this humming, like it's singing. >Normally I can hear most noises on the house next door but it's 3 AM and there are no women in that house. Why would they sing at this time? >Singing/humming stops >Nope.jpg >Put my earphones back on. >Fall asleep

It wasn't really a huge experience, but it was nopey. Has anybody had anything like this happen to them?



[506]

>Living alone at my apartment at the time >Living alone so I keep door open so the steam doesn't stagnate in the bathroom >Be taking a shower >I forgot the shampoo by the sink >Open curtain >In mirror, I see a white face with the only feature of a huge smile on the other side of the doorframe >Jump outta the shower and slam and lock the door >Hear something with loud footsteps around my place >Put clothes on >Climb out window (Thank God I'm on the first floor) >NopeNopeNope'd to my friend's place.

Afternote: Got back about half an hour later with a couple of my friends. My place was completely trashed, but all my doors and windows were still locked. Nothing in my place. Bathroom door was still locked too)

inb4: Slenderman. This thing wasn't tall or lanky, it was quite the opposite. Probably around 5 ft tall.



[507]

>Be 17 >Staying at friend's house at the edge of town >There is a few of us there >Friend tells us that there was a pedophile who somewhat disappeared, he left town, and his house was across the canal and far away from other houses >We head over about 6 at night >Total of 3 of us guys and 2 girls >We get there >We planned beforehand to not leave any fingerprints behind because we didn't want to get screwed over by having our prints around a pedophile's house >We climb over the fence >Place is trashed >Broken windows, door is wide open >Out front there was a old metal slide that had rusted to all hell, plus a kiddle pool that was torn up >I'm starting to feel some NOPE creeping in >We walk in, search the rooms making to no one was there >We're all alone >Start looking over the rooms >All empty except some random furniture >One room has door closed >We open >We're all starting to feel sick as soon as we look in >Childrens' toys everywhere and a kiddie bed >NOPE.jpg >Start realizing what probably happened in this room >One of the girls starts crying and runs outside while the other excuses herself to go check on her >Us 3 guys in there now >Keep looking around >Find this door to the cellar >We lift it open >Terrible smell coming out >We start daring each other to go down there >Agree to just leave since it's getting dark and girls are already scared (I think we all were) >Close it >Run outta there as soon as possible >Find out later that the cops found the pedophile's body in the cellar about two weeks later. Committed suicide by asphyxiation >We were all scared that we left some trace of our entry and cops would question us

That is the story. Hope you guys enjoyed.



[508]

When I was about 12, as a favour, I took someone's dog for a walk along a secluded road that runs through some woodland.

Everywhere was covered in snow and there was not a sound to be heard, which naturally gives off that eerie kind of atmosphere that gives you the creeps. As I was about to turn off on to a footpath, which ran through the trees, the dog began to bark hysterically, as if he was seriously disturbed due to knowing something I didn't. I took the message that he didn't want me to go down there, so I immediately turned back.

On the way back up the road, I looked behind and I could just about make out the figure of a man standing by a tree on the footpath that I was planning to walk through. He was just standing there, looking at the floor. Creepiest thing I had ever seen.



[509]

I was about 11/12 and my younger brother and I were often scared and either him or myself would go to the other's room to sleep when we were spooked.

One night we heard the sound of a bus braking outside my window which was the front bedroom to the house and street. Thing was, we lived in a sub-division that buses never traveled to (they'd stop a few a blocks away and drop people off from school or wherever). We peaked through the curtains out the window and of course there was no bus there. So that scared the crap out of us. After a minute or two, we heard the sound of someone talking, like a woman and in some inaudible language and tone; we simply knew someone was outside and saying something. Within a couple of minutes we had finally built up the courage to look out the window and of course we saw nothing. After settling back into bed we heard this awful laugh like a witch's laugh. I about crapped my fruit of looms. We didn't dare look outside this time.

To this day I presume it was some joke a family member or neighbor was playing on us but considering the other odd stuff that went on in that house, and confirmed by other family members that had lived/stayed there, I'll never know if it was something else. But that house had some serious creepy stuff going on inside it.



[510]

You want chills down your spine...

My grandma always left the vanity mirror light on in the bathroom between my room and my brother's room in that house I previously mentioned. The light would always cast out into this rounded hallway that had an opening to the living room and dining room, so the entire rounded hallway was lighted at night. This also led to just enough light cast into each bedroom so that shadows would cast from the bedroom door and dresser on that side of the wall (which also had the closet just to the left of the open bedroom door).

I would see wolf ears behind my door almost every freaking night.

I won't be able to sleep tonight.



[511]

>Be gf >Decide to go upstairs to make some breakfast >Make breakfast when I hear children talking nearby >Not uncommon, kids in area a lot, think nothing of it >Come back downstairs >Bf asks if I was whistling upstairs >Tell him I wasn't >He thinks it's weird cause he heard whistling from the kitchen while I was up there >same pattern repeated twice >5 minutes in between >No on else in house besides bf, myself and friend with headphones on in his room playing a game >Nope

Creepy thing is, I never hear any of this when there are odd voices/noises in the house. Like anything paranormal avoids me.



[512]

>Be 17 out on my uncle's farm >Third time there, went there to work in the summer >Hot out, making it hard to sleep >Look at clock on the wall >2 AM   >I hear what sounds like someone scratching a wooden post outside >Freaked out, as I'm the only one sleeping on the mainfloor >I'd have been able to hear my aunt or uncle coming down the noisy stairs >I can now hear someone breathing and walking towards the wooden patio through the screen on my window. >NOPE >All I see is the outline of a man who seems about 7 feet tall, grasping the railing outside. >Sits there for what seems like an hour. >He eventually leaves. >I sleep. >Morning comes, I tell my Aunt about it. >She has no clue, tells me to check outside. >Hanging from a rope nailed onto the wall outside where I was sleeping, is a dog. >A FREAKING DOG. >Still no clue as to who did it to this day. >No clue who's dog it was.



[513]

>a couple months ago >staying up late and talking to people on skype >hear a lot of moving outside my door >assume it's parents going to the bathroom or something >try and be quieter >couple hours later >need to pee >open door and dresser in hallway is moved to block my door >what? >move it back and pee >next morning ask parents why they moved the dresser at 3 in the morning >say they didn't get up at all last night



[514]

>be a few years ago >have to use the bathroom >get up and walk down hall >bathrooms on right, and kitchen is straight ahead to end of hall and to the right >motion sensing nightlight turns on   >go in there >nobody is in there >nope.jpeg



[515]

>20 >living alone, first two months alone after moving out of parents >some old lady comes knocking at my door at 3:00 in the morning >stupidly open the door for someone at 3:00 in the morning >she asks me if she can come in because she's been walking around for so long >Uh no >she asks if I'm alone >slam door on her >sleep with loaded ruger above my bed



[516]   >have friends over >mate and his gf sleep on the couch >come down the next morning >girl goes hey anon who was the girl that knocked in   >what girl what time? >bout 8 or something idk, don't know anyone that would knock at such an ungodly hour >got back to bed, later get dressed go for hair of the doge >that night I go to bed bout 11 >knock at door >go down nothing there >go back to bed >I can hear someone walk/half scuffle around in high heels on my wood floor >nope nope nope >grab nearest weapon empty pint glass >go down nothing >ended up going back down twice before I got asleep



[517]

> me, about a week ago > live in duplex with twin brother > other side of house is where grandparents live > basically live by self > parents live about 100 ft up the hill in an apartment inside our business > it's a night club, pretty big building > anyway, few nights ago, ~2:30 a.m. > walking from my house to building to steal a drink from the concession > do this a lot > dark outside, 'cause night, but there are stationary lights > one of the lights starts buzzing, quietly > eh, not anything important > unlock the building and go inside > get drink (and maybe steal a bag of chips) > walk out, lock everything back up again, turn on alarm > notice that the buzzing has gotten louder > walk further out to get a good look at the light > it's flickering like mad > buzzing intensifies > the buzzing itself seems to "flicker" > sounds like it's glitching out or something > abruptly gets even louder, really harsh on ears > frequency in my ears, like when you can hear a tv left on or when you've been hit really hard in the ear/been too close to gunshot > can't hear for a moment because of this > literally hurting my ears > trying to head back down the hill to my house > one ear shoved against my shoulder while my free hand covers the other > by the time I get down to the house, the buzzing's stopped > check light > flickering's stopped, light hasn't blown

I thought it could've been the light was maybe going out, or something of the sort, but that's happened a few times around here with there being so many stationary lights. Never witnessed anything like that before.



[518]

>Me a few weeks ago >Sitting in my garage (doubles as my room) >Playing BF3 with some friends >Overhead light flickers a few times >Brush it off as the crappy not-up-to-code wiring of my house >Door to house open to help cool off room >Suddenly all the lights in garage and kitchen flicker >Notrightnow.avi >Talking to a friend about what happened >Out of the corner of my eye see someone peeking around the door that leads to kitchen >Turn to face door >Person's face shoots back around the corner >Get up to investigate >No one there >Close door and sit on bed >Door starts to slightly shake like it wanted the door back open. >Nope.jpg

Stayed up till almost 7am that night.



[519]

>Be about 12 >With friend of same age walking through a wash >About half a mile from my house

>Notice a large, tall black figure in the distance (200 yards at best) >Impending sense of dread over comes us   >"Dude, we should run." >He just nods >Neither of us make a move, seems we're stuck with fear >It starts walking toward us, slowly.

>We finally managed to move, both of us booking it in the opposite direction >Run for half a mile in the summer heat >Eventually make it home, realize I'm still feeling the dread.

>Takes 2 days to feel safe again, avoid sleep as much as possible until then.



[520]

>Be about 17 >Can't sleep so I go on midnight walks >About 1am >Explore the different neighborhoods near mine >Decide to visit my gf at the time's development >Thing is a huge roundabout >Keeping to the sidewalk so I don't look suspicious >Finally start my way back up the hill near the entrance >See playground with a cool two story house nearby >See some dude in backyard over the 6' fence >Think to myself that guys pretty tall and probably can't sleep either >Guy turns his head to look at me >Oh wow he looks creepy >Guy walks straight through the fence and enters a dead sprint towards me >Start running out of the neighborhood Get about a mile out of the hood and turn around >Look back to see if I'm being followed >See a large black humanoid shape crawling towards me on the ground >Starts crawling at me like an Olympic champion >Start running like a kenyan >Make to house and lock all the doors and windows

I never figured out what followed me that night. Haven't seen it again since.



[521]

>live alone >sleeping, around 2:30 in the morning >wake up for some reason >hear my dog's collar jingling in the hall >look at end of bed >dog sleeping with collar on >NOPE >turn lights on and sit up >sit there for a while >look in hall >nothing



[522]

>me and a friend going for a run at, like, 10:30 at night >new moon, so it's pitch black >decide to stretch and get warmed up in the elementary school playground >talk about how nice it was to be a kid, nostalgia, etc.   >keep hearing what sounds like a pebble being thrown, but we can't identify the source >ignore it, and end up spending half an hour there >on our way to the route we run, I catch sight of something shiny on top of the slide >stop to take a good look >there is a dark skinned black man sitting up there, staring wide-eyed at us   >"Uh, he-hello sir..." >he says nothing, doesn't break his stare, and throws a pebble at us   >NOPE.jpg >we begin our run early



[523]

This is 100% true and it's been screwing with me for about 6 years now.

>wake up in basement after long night of vidya >cold, can faintly see my breath even >get up up stairs and put the kettle on >hear my mom call me from up stairs in her bed room >"Nicholas, come here for a minute I have something to show you." >"Just a minute mom." >"Micholas, hurry up. *laughs*" >make my tea and put sugar in it >look at clock, it's just past 3pm, 3:05 or 3:06 >start walking up stairs to mom's room >as I hit the landing, front door opens >it's mom with groceries >"come to the car and help with the groceries" >look back at bedroom, no lights on, door half closed >I NOPE and go outside into the sunshine and help with the groceries



[524]

>be reading this thread >lurking around /x/ >I'm sitting on my bed; light on >light taps on window directly behind me >sounds like bugs or something flying fullspeed into glass >turn around and part shades to glance >nothing >turn back to laptop >more taps >keep non-nonchalantly checking >taps a little louder every so often >finally jump up on my knees, turn around and completely lift shades >stare into darkness >get odd chills >put down shades turn back around >10 minutes pass >another tap just now >loudest one yet >sounds like a knuckles tapping >too afraid to check again

I live in a rural area and the woods are about 20 feet away from my backyard. To see outside I'd have to turn off my light but I'm a baby.

If I hear another tap......



[525]

>be 12 >4 am playing some game >parents away on anniversary >hear front door open >walk to greet parents >see door open but nobody there >nope over to neighbors house, wake them up, sleep there



[526]

>Be 6 >Just moved into house >Have some rabbit hutches in the back yard >Back yard backs onto the local park, separated by concrete wall >Standing on rabbit hutches and look over wall to watch kids playing and generally curious >About 7pm and in the middle of twilight (not too dark yet) >Have the urge to turn around >Low garden fences, about 3 feet tall >Look at neighbour's back door >Pitch black room >See a darker shape with red eyes "stand up" and move to the door >Ran back into the house crying >Been scared of the dark ever since



[527]

>be at friend's house last night >front door is shut, extremely heavy wooden door >playing Xbox when I hear a giant slam and the front door swings open >door around the corner from it also shut flies open and in between I hear thumping like footsteps leading to other door >nope out the back of his house where he is at the time >tells me he feels things touching him constantly >nope



[528]

I'm pretty much a skeptic, but I keep seeing weird stuff in my house lately, and I've only been here for a year.

>late at night, bored, chilling on my bed on my phone because nothing else to do >hear dog running upstairs to come and sit with me >look out my cracked open bedroom door and see her walk in >think I see my mom standing there in her underwear (what she usually sleeps in) >wave to her (just a dumb thing I do) >she's standing there very still, facing away from me, figure she didn't see me >she walks away but I'm immediately weirded out because I didn't hear the floor creaking underneath her footsteps, which it always does >stare out my door trying to figure out what happened >go out and look where I saw her standing but she's not there, her bedroom door is closed and I never heard it open or close

My mom always told me that, in the room where I thought I saw her, she came out of the bathroom and thought she saw a white cat jump down from the windowsill.

>walk down to basement to go to bathroom >see something lightly colored running towards me, figure it's my cat >look over, absolutely nothing there

I don't know if that was just a coincidence or not, but my mom told me about her sighting some time after this happened to me.



[529]

>Be youthful >Have pet bird near the backdoor >The cat flap has gotten messed up over time, so bugs can get in the house from there >Moths get into the birdseed, feed and multiply, etc. etc. and presto! >Moth infestation >Being youthful and whatnot, I decided it was basically my job to keep those dirty moths in check >Kill moths mercilessly >Spend a week or two of getting really good at killing the "wretched plague" of the household. >Start seeing things out of the corner of my eyes, nothing substantial so I ignored it for a day or two >Myhandsmayneverbecleanofmoth.jpeg >The sightings get more frequent, more distinct, bigger. >Start wondering what it is, pay more attention, etc. >Light brown and white, never on the ground, always in the air >"Well then." >Ask forgiveness from something (because I'm just edge-tastic) and switched to catch and release.

I no longer see things, and there is no longer a moth problem.



[530]

>5 minutes ago >Can't sleep, staring at husband's big bald head in the dark >Suddenly opens eyes and glares at me " Stop making that noise, anon." >I didn't hear anything. >Doesn't believe 'noise' isn't me. >Go back to trying to go to sleep. >Hear what sounds like a woman talking or humming after a few minutes. >Husband and I knock heads together we sit up so quick >Both swear that it came from behind me >Reluctantly try to go back to sleep >Hear it again behind me, louder this time >MFW I sleep against a wall on the top floor with nothing on the other side.

I have never heard anything like this, it changed and wasn't regular, it stopped after the 3rd time. I can't figure out where it came from. It creeps me out because on the connecting wall next to where my head is, there's this sealed off little door panel and I have no idea what is behind it.

I'm paranoid as it is and have been having nightmares about this little door due to my own over active imagination. This did NOT help my issue...

Coupled with the fact that we both witnessed our closet door unlatch itself and swing about 3 or 4 inches open a few nights ago with nothing but darkness beyond it. Not really wanting to go close my eyes in there right now. Not sure what to think about all of this, haven't had anything like this happen at this location until this week. Not saying 'ghosts' but definitely not normal.



[531]

My partner is psychotic by diagnosis. He's okay for the most part, and when he starts to see or hear (or sometimes smell) things he knows it's not real, but it freaks him out and he needs to be comforted until it stops.

There have been a few times where... well, it's been weird. There was a few months where he was in a fairly lenient facility (medication wasn't working as well as they wanted it to so they wanted to try him out on different things under observation, it was optional but he agreed to it) and I was allowed to stay with him overnight if they thought it was okay.

In the beginning he was in this room, and I was staying with him and I remember he was all jittery from this new treatment, it was around 3AM and he couldn't sleep and had to keep getting up and walking around. He saw someone in the room and told me, he looked absolutely terrified and I had to do the usual "it's okay, there's no one there" etc. to try and calm him down.

Then there was this noise, like someone was scratching on the walls or the door. It sounded too close to be something outside, so I figured it was someone in the next room, but then he said "she's trying to scratch through the door, her hands are so bloody". Of course I didn't say I could hear anything, because that wouldn't have helped it all, but it freaked me out a little.

There have been other times, like once we were staying in a B&B and he was hearing whispering, and I could hear it too. Once I think I may have seen something, too.

I don't know if this is brought to life due to natural circumstances, folie a deux, or - the more /x/ theory - it's not so much his psychosis as it is a sixth sense.



[532]

>be 11/12 >live in creepy 2 story house with my parents >dad comes home with giant box >imarobot.jpeg >cut out holes for my arms and legs >square hole in the front so I can see out >parents decide to go upstairs to bed >I'm a robot, I don't sleep >go to look in the mirror to see how great I look >stand in hallway with full length mirror at the end >house is kinda dim so everything in mirror is darkened but my face and you can vaguely see my hands >creep myself out so I decide to smile and wave at myself >mfw my reflection isn't smiling nor is my arm waving >stand there frozen in fear for about 5 minutes >finally snap out of it and run into the living room and switch on tv >never stare in mirrors to this day



[533]

>be 5 or 6 >get up at night to go to the bathroom >see light in kitchen >mom sitting there mumbling to herself >looks at me >face is pale almost grey >mumbles go to sleep >I walk to my bedroom >pass parents room >mfw mom and dad are both asleep >told my mom the next day >she freaked out >happened to her but she saw my father



[534]

So, I went on vacation 6 weeks ago and told my mother, a delusional hag to come to my house every day and feed my dog.

>Be away >Get call >Delusional mother starts crying at me saying my dog's been missing. >6 weeks later >Come home >He's still missing, though many claim to see him. >Northern Canada, so it's getting cold really fast. >Drive onto a road in the forest to search for my dog >Put down window >Yell at the top of my lungs, "Insert dog name here!" >I hear barking >Get out of car, it's only 10 PM, but it's very dark, all we have his street lights >No cars on road like usual >Walk into forest yelping my dog's name >Follow a dog's barks >Hear barking in opposite direction >Two dogs are barking >Hear more barking from different dogs >It's a storm of barking, it was way too large to be a wolf pack >I only hear barks, but I don't hear the bushes moving >I get disoriented >Barks grow even louder >Race out to car >Although nothing was behind me, I was sure of it, I felt like I was being chased >Next day, it's actually light outside >Go back >I find my dog's decomposing body in a wet ditch.



[535]

>2.5 years ago >Moved to an old house that was constructed in the 20's   >Also live in the middle of nowhere >Nearest Neighbors are 10 minutes away, Interstate 30 minutes away >First night of moving into the house >Stuff's all over the place because too lazy to unpack >Sitting in my chair upstairs with TV on   >Hear the sound of a baby crying >Everyone else went out to get pizza for the night so I'm the only one home. >Hear the sounds of low voices talking downstairs >Call out "insert parent's names here, you all home?" >It goes quiet. >Grab my flashlight, knife and leave a note as I walk out to go to my neighbor's    >Never heard those sounds again



[536]

>be home alone >friends won't answer skype >computer has been having issues >go to the bathroom >come back and there is a notepad file with "help help and help me" written all over it with no pattern what so ever



[537]

>be 5 years old >jumping around my room when I'm supposed to be in bed >finally plop down on my bed bored out of my mind >look up at my wall and see some very, very dark shadows on it >my light is still on and it's super bright everywhere else >the shadows come together and form actual shapes >the shapes are a well, Goofy, and kid like Micky Mouses >they start moving, it's like an old black and white short >the Micky's push Goofy down the well >they point and laugh silently before looking right at me >hide under my sheets until I fall asleep for the rest of the night

I realize how stupid that sounds and I'd write it off as just an overactive imagination of a 5 year old, but I there's so much about that house that make me question if it actually happened. From nightly nightmares to another creepy as stuff happening. To this day, I can't shake the feeling that the "show" was suppose to be something trying to entertain me.



[538]

This happened when I was maybe 12 years old. Only really creepy moment I've had.

>be falling asleep >suddenly I'm really awake, alert and terrified and I don't know why >figure my cat made a sound that woke me up. >look at my door where I think I heard the sound >there's a weird golden light shining under my door >the knob turns and the door slowly opens >looking into the hallway I can't see any of it's features (bannister, painting, other days, etc), just that weird golden glow >there's a thin handed attached to a squat/pudgy looking puce/brown creature with two big black glittering eyes peeking into the room and starring at me >maybe 4-5 feet tall >it stares at me for a moment, while I'm nearly pissing myself in fear >still have the thought it's was my cat making a noise that woke me up, and I manage to whisper out her name >next thing I know the light and creature are gone and I can see into the hallway again >next morning the door is still ajar (I sleep with it sealed shut) and nobody says they came into my room last night



[539]

Alright, I haven't put a story down in a couple hours. This one... idk if it's considered a ghost story or what, but...

>me and best friend two summers ago > be completely sober for the record > sitting in the bathroom >She has a basement room with a bathroom in it >be sitting there when all of a sudden I faintly hear a game show > ssume she has the tv on >finish my mission and exit bathroom to realize the tv isn't on >"Yo anon? Did you just turn off the tv?" >"What? The tv wasn't even on." >mfw I think I'm going crazy >I brush it off assuming I'm just hearing things > friend goes up stairs and comes back down five minutes later >"Did YOU just have the tv on?" >theheckisthis.jpeg >she describes the noise more to me > he same noise I was >be some lady talking as a host on a game show >mfw we go through the entire house and it's silent >mfw I realize that me and her heard the same thing but in different parts of the house.

It was a pretty strange occurrence.



[540]

>Be a about a year ago >Be at boarding school >We was supposed to go to some weird talk music >When there we decide we don't want to go there because it seems too boring >A teacher suggests we drive out to some haunted places he knows of   >We decide to go to one very creepy location >Some big abandoned farm house >On the way there me and one of my friends begin to feel weird >We tell it to the teacher and he informs us that we are really close >We park outside and the teacher tells some folk lore about the place >After he is done telling the story of how some rich landowner claiming in front of some maidens that he was fighting the devil and then his eyes popped out of his head and he died we go in to the driveway >We stand there and suddenly several of us begin to freeze then sweat >Suddenly I hear a child's laugh >Nope >Look around me and two friends are sitting at the ground feeling sick >One claims he has a bad headache the other suddenly just have to vomit >They claimed they saw a little child in one of the bushes and got sick >I look towards one of the windows and see some tall black figure standing there >Suddenly I feel dizzy so I sit down >Lay down on the stones and then I get one of the most creepy feelings I have ever had >Everything goes silent and I just feel like murdering everyone there but I can't move at the same time >Finally I get up and the feeling disappears >The others tells me they tried to come in contact with me but I did not respond >The others get too freaked out and leave >I decide to stay a little longer >Suddenly hear shuffling in the stones like someone is running fast towards me I hear a creepy sound I still can not identify and get pushed down to the ground hard >Get up and run towards the car as fast as my legs will allow me   >Still want to go back to that place to this day but it has been bought and sealed off for the public



[541]

This happened about a week ago. Nothing too impressive, but definitely freaked me out.

>Sitting at home alone >Have 3 dogs, but they were all with me >10 minutes previously, I went upstairs and closed all the doors and the kitchen door, so dogs couldn't ruin stuff if I got too distracted >5 minutes after closing kitchen door, it swings open. Not the king of open like I didn't close it properly and it just kinda opened a bit, it actually FLEW open. >About a minute later, I hear someone upstairs. Not like creaking floors, like someone is walking around.

I do not believe in "ghosts" or anything of that sort, but this really freaked me out and I cannot explain it logically.



[542]

Already posted this one before, but why not.

>playing halo with plastic guns with friend >all lights off except for one lamp in mom's room >go in mom's room with friend >notice hand reaching out of door >think it's mom >tell my friend shh to scare her and he agrees >jump in front of hand >it's a freaking floating hand holy crap what the heck >scream and fall back >friend looks at me worried >says he never saw it cause his connection to the other side is weak

(he sucks)

This is my fave experience. I want to experience another paranormal happening.



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>around 12 years old >live in a little town, of less than 2000 people >summer, bored >don't want to watch my sister play Banjo-Kazooie, library's closed >decide to take my bike and explore >find big field with crumbling little building on the north-west side of town, surrounded by cheap little houses >never really paid much attention to the little L-shaped building, check it out >concession stand with broken old popcorn machine, hot dog roller, weathered spools of tickets, boxes of paper cups >tiny room off to one side, sharing a roof with the rest of the building but otherwise unconnected >old projector, huge wooden table that takes up almost the entire room, a few reels of film >mouse crap everywhere, but this is clearly an old drive-in theater, and it's amazing >why is so much of the stuff intact, when there are people living twenty feet away? >take one of the film reels home, along with various other junk a kid thinks is cool >looking at the film sometime later on a classroom projector my family owned for some reason >wish I had a movie projector to view it in motion, make due with looking at individual frames >8mm film, very grainy, contrast too high to make out faces, maybe from weather and age >clearly not a Hollywood movie, possibly Italian or home video >scenes seem to be of guys dressed in regular clothes, pulling people into frame, holding them down, and beheading them with what looks some kind of big axe >realize that a horror movie probably wouldn't go on for this long, killing this many people in the same way, in a single shot from a single camera >feel disturbed, put the film away and try not to think about it

I never did figure out whether the film was real or not, or why it would be in a drive-in theater. I can only assume that it was either a snuff film that someone was watching after the theater had closed, or one of those less-than-spectacular Italian horror films from the sixties.



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>7-8 >Get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom >It's really dark >Restroom is at the end of a long narrow corridor in 100+ year old house >Must pass creepy thin wooden door to basement >As I am walking past, I hear a noise suddenly >Someone, or something is STOMPING up the stairs from the basement >Bolt the there and hide under the covers

No sleep for the rest of the night.



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>Be around 4 years ago, living in an apartment with 3 other friends. >1 friend gets pissed off because he is a little baby and has to work in the morning at another friend is playing Halo 3 "too loud" although his TV's volume was on 4 and I could barely hear it in the same room. >Crybaby leaves and sleeps at his parents house after raging >Us 3 remaining go upstairs while friend is AFK in the game so we can see how loud it really is up there. >Crybaby lived in loft right upstairs so there were no doors or anything. We figured maybe it echoed. >Up there for maybe 10 minutes. 2 friends were sitting against a little half wall type thing that hid the stairs, I was sitting on crybaby's bed facing them and the stairs. Start talking, forget about Halo, the game ends, lobby closes and downstairs is quiet. >Out of nowhere we hear the doorstop behind our front door, which is directly in front of the stairs spring, like someone had flicked it. >We all think crybaby came back and we look down there and nobody is there. >We searched the entire house, closets and everything, nobody came in and the door is still locked. >Flick the doorstop and it's stiff, there is no way a mouse or something made this happen, I could barely make it spring as much as it did when we first heard it. >Start freaking out now, go back upstairs to the loft, where we heard cupboards in the kitchen open and shut by themselves a few times, my other room mates laptop turn on, then off by itself in the next room, and crazy stuff like that for the next 20 minutes or so before it all stopped.

I had a lot of experiences in that apartment, so did the people who lived below us. We were the only 2 rooms in the building.



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>few weeks ago >"Throw out the trash Anon!" >I start scouring the house for any trash >gather up all the trash >proceed to walk to the backdoor of my house >as I get to the backdoor I see a cat-like animal just chilling in the middle of my yard >I hate cats >forgot to mention it's around 9-10pm mid September so it's awfully dark >"Should I chase it?" >whynot.jpg >slowly start opening door >as door is about 1/3 of the way open I barge out charging at the "cat" >as I get about 2-3 yards near it, it looks at me >looks like the demon from Penda's Fen >I freeze in my tracks >thing starts running away and as soon as it gets near the gate to the alley it stands upright and runs off >I'm not a wimp so I run after it after I snap out of the shock I was in after witnessing that >by the time I get to the gate alley is empty >whatwasthat.gif >Haven't seen it since, but I'm pretty paranoid about it >Hear clicks at my window about twice a week



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>be 9-10 >birthday party a party at a friends house >eerily-cloudy day >start joking about spooky stuff >start talking about candyman, which is the same concept as bloody mary, only the "Candyman" gets you instead >make fake "haunted house" in friend's room out of sheets and scare other friends >later we go outside and run around screaming like kids always do >look up towards the steps leading towards the room >see spooky grey midget/dwarf/small human about 2-3 feet tall looking thing holding a knife >stares right at me, then fades away like a cloud >look to friend who was standing right next to me >she saw it too >we lose it and run inside, telling our friend's mom what happened, not believing us >have nightmares about heads with ribcages floating at me for weeks after that

I'm still messed up about this, it wasn't a grey, it didn't have deformities, it was just a small grey man with a grey sweater and grey pants with a knife.



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>Be teenager (17/18, can't remember) >Sleeping at boyfriend's house because his mom is a nurse and is working overnight >Wake up around three in the morning to banging and other noises downstairs >Shake him awake to say his mom is home, should I hide in the closet or something >He says she shouldn't be home until eight the next morning, but he hears the noises too >Goes downstairs to check, can hear him calling out for his mom >Comes back up and says there's no one there but the kitchen light was on >...Weird >Hear a few more banging and crashing type noises >We both go down there >Kitchen and living room lights on >He's like "I seriously just turned it off, and that light wasn't on when I came back upstairs" >...nope. >Sit in his room awake with the light on until it's light outside and his mom really does come home

It was just weird. He said that nothing like that had happened before and nothing like it had happened since.



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>be on holiday with my family in Wales near the sea >be 15 >me and my 2 cousins ( one of them is 9 the other is also 15 ) >in arcade not up to much >walking to a cabinet >waiting for a man to get off the game >notice he's just looking at the screen >"please insert coin to play" >think it is weird but maybe he suffers a from mental disability so ignore it >constant heavy breathing like he has very bad asthma >cousin starts making a ruckus >turn for literally half a second to see what is going on >turn back >man is gone >think nothing much of it maybe he just left >invite my cousin over to play with me while the younger one watches >put money in >"please insert coin to play" >ah this is why the guy was here it just eats your coins >think nothing of the man >we end up getting bored and going to the pub where my family are >stroking dog, blind in both eyes, was cute as can be >start to get really hot >complain but no one else but my cousins feel the same way >we decide to get some air >go to the car park sitting on a wall >the only light is a flood light in the car park >lights from the arcade seemed to of vanished even though we're so close >talking to my cousins when we hear a sudden yelp >might just be two dogs or something >see dog run past us >dog from inside >but it didn't follow us out >flood light beginning to flicker >begin to go back to the pub >heavy breathing >louder >AND LOUDER >flood light flickering more constant >we sprint >it was so close but we sprinted for what felt like miles >turn and look behind us >figure under the flickering flood light >LOUDER >AND LOUDER >we make it back to the pub >go in to see my little cousin crying >didn't sleep that night >we stayed for 2 more weeks >never saw that dog again



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>be 10 >be the only one in my house >go to the bathroom >it's daylight and the room is kind of lit from a window, but I turn the light switch on anyway >get done going to the bathroom, go to leave room >as I walk out, I casually swipe at the light switch to turn it off >I miss >turn around to go back and turn it off >suddenly the light turns off by itself >what >suddenly see human shaped shadow moving on bathroom floor >nope >turn around and run out of my house



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>be 10 or 11 >at grandpas house >never knew grandma, died a few months before my birth >grandpa remaried when I was 2, come to know this lady as my grandmother. >grandpa has spare bedroom, duplicate of his mothers room or my deceased grandmothers old belongings, I don't really know for sure >it's a holiday, all family members over >race little sister up to that bedroom >little sister is slow and possibly a potato, don't know >be in room for full minute by myself >Immediately after I catch my breath and start to wonder where potato sister is, I hear something >Psst. Psst. Psst. >NOPE >freeze up   >too scared to move >can't even think, feel like I'm going to pass out >little sister gets up there with my dad and I'm just kind of in a daze >never tell anyone



[552]

>Be at cross country camp in tahoe >My friend and I get altitude sickness, can't run or do group things >Everyone leaves to go mini golfing >Friend and I stay >Listening to ender's game audio book on bluetooth speakers >We're downstairs, charger is upstairs in the rooms >Go upstairs alone to get charger >Hear woman's voice >"Hello?" >Freeze for a second, check all rooms; nobody. >Go to get charger >"Hello??" Sounds really scared this time >leave >nothing else happened the rest of the week



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There was this old condemned hospital in downtown Chicago that my friends and I would go into every now and then and try to experience something spooky. Can't remember the name of the place, it's been torn down now, but the most absolutely chilling thing that's ever happened to me took place as we were walking out of there.

I was kind of lagging behind to look at the graffiti plastered all over the walls when one of my lady friends let out the most shaken half scream/gasp I've ever heard in my life, I got that feeling... kind of like when you turn off the lights behind you and run up the stairs, so I booked it without looking behind me. They said there was a tall man with backwards, deformed legs standing behind me.

Never gone searching for the paranormal ever again.



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>At local historic site >This is about 5 years ago >Place is known to be pretty haunted >Feel meh about it being haunted, most of the things before this point that happened to me there could be explained >Looking at grandfather clock >Remember thinking "This clock has had the reflection of so many people since it was first here, this is pretty cool" >Continue looking around >Look in mirror that gives reflection of bedroom >Bend down to tie my shoe >In true horror movie fashion, when I stood back up, there was a woman in a night gown standing behind me. >Get the hell out of there, noping the whole way



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As an extreme skeptic, this one always strikes out to me as very strange. (Yes, you can not believe things but still be interested in it, that's why I browse here.)

>About 1 and a half years ago >visiting step-cousins house >Was night time >Interacted with step-relatives a bit, didn't talk to them for long, so went outside. >I used to live next to them. it was like this: Cousins House -> Storage Locker Place -> Old house -> Step cousin's grandmothers house -> My grandmother's house >Was sitting next to the road facing my house >Look in between space between my house, and step-relatives grandmothers house (There was about 10 ft of space in between there that you could easily walk through) >See tall (was almost as tall as the trailers (Which were also on support systems), black, white faced thing standing up >Was about 15 feet tall >Starts slowly walking towards me >Try to process what it is >Decide to run

As a skeptic, this strikes me as very weird. When analyzing it, I wondered if it was maybe the illusion of the dark, but nope. There was a small lamp near by, and that thing was definitely a solid thing.



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>My old high school >Have an "all night event" >Be in the auditorium area, sitting on the stage >Chair is comfy >Always heard things about people experiencing things in there >Stories about Janitor dying in the school of a heart attack >Be 14 and edgy >Be sitting in the dark and ask into the darkness "if there are any spirits here..." >Nothing for a minute >Mop bucket rolls out on its own >Hear people walking behind the stage set >Think it's them >Run back, no one, I'm alone >Go back out, mop bucket is on the stage



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>2 months ago >about 2am >home alone >husband is working a night shift >about to go to bed >decide to take the dog out first >there is an empty lot bordering the woods behind us >take dog over there to poop >dog poops and we are heading back to the house >lights are on in the house and we have large windows in the back >just as we enter the backyard the dog stops >I look >see something in the house >lanky and white humanish looking thing >not wearing any noticeable clothing >bizarrely shaped, kind of deformed >too tall, much taller than my 6' 7" husband looks standing in the same area of the house >panic >double back through the gate >run down the area between houses until I found an unlocked gate >go through neighbor's backyard >go around to the front >4 houses down from mine >bang on their door >neighbor comes to the door >don't sure what I should tell her >tell her I think someone is in my house >she knows me pretty well >she lets me in to call the police >911 and tell them I think someone broke in >call my husband and tell him >he says he's coming home >police arrive >they have me wait outside until they check the house >they don't find anything >find stuff out of place though >the coffee table had been moved >couch was standing on it's end >kind of like the center of the floor had been cleared >backdoor was standing wide open >I had of course closed it when I went out >not sure if I locked it but I had my keys in my pocket so I probably did >police stayed around the house the rest of the night driving up and down the street >husband and I didn't sleep >dog sniffed every inch of the house >dog got really weird and growled at nothing a lot >eventually peed and threw up several times >wouldn't sleep downstairs in his bed any more after that

The whole experience was beyond creepy. I don't want to suggest it was necessarily paranormal or unexplainable but it was very scary and I still feel very uneasy in the house alone day or night.



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>be 5 or 6 >downstairs watching movie with older brother and sister while are gone out for the night >decide to go upstairs for a snack >get to top of stairs and see a smoldering charred dog lying by heater vent staring at me and growling >so scared I can hardly breath >walk slowly back downstairs to ask my brother to come upstairs with me   >walk back upstairs with brother >see family dog lying by its favorite sleeping spot next to the vent >all white and fluffy looking happy as ever >don't say anything to bro about what I saw

2 months later...

>go out with family to dinner and movie >come home to find house is halfway burnt to the ground >no sign of family dog >next day after fire is completely out dad walks around burnt down house >comes back and tells us he found the dog's charred corpse in its favorite sleeping spot



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I was taking down some rubbish at night when I saw the face of a lady in the middle of two trees. Her hair was dark and long. She had no pupils. I cannot remember if she had a nose or mouth. Her entire head was surrounded by a bright light and not affected by any shadows.

I froze up for a minute or so then started sweating and feeling my heart beating like crazy. Her face was gone when I came back from the rubbish bins.

I spoke to my room mate later in the evening about it. He said that it was most likely just a trick of the mind. I'm not denying that the mind can do that to you but I felt seriously terrified.

I have checked the two trees a couple of times now at both day and night. There is a room with a window that lights up at night times but it is not directly behind the trees. The leaves are very thick or plentiful and I cannot see the light from the window through them.

Maybe I'm thinking too much into this and being paranoid.



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>Be 14 >Be walking to bf's house at 2:30 AM >No lights on street I'm walking on >Feels like someone's watching me >Walk faster >Hear fumbling noise >Look to left to see figure behind the front door of a dark house >Only light on is in the room with this figure >Figure fumbles with the door handle/lock >Doesn't manage to open door >Think to self "Okay, no problem, I'll just keep going" >Start to walk away >Feel hot, almost boiling hot, air flow on the back of my neck. >It's rhythmic, almost like breathing >Wind blowing around me is cold >Get outta there quickly.

Ever since that night, I hear growls in my house. In dark spots I see shadows. Lights unexplainably turn on, doors are opened and shut. Never sure why.



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>Few years ago >Just chilling in my room >Looking at walls because I'm bored >Notice that I'm looking into a pattern >It's a face >It's a human face with empty eyes and an open mouth >Not very visible, but clearly there >Sorta bothers me a little, but I ain't afraid of no ghosts >Notice after a few days that the face has changed shape a little >Other shapes seem to be appearing near it >At night, scraping sound against window >It's just the tree outside, that's all >After a few nights of that sound I complain to mum >It's a small tree so nobody has a problem with getting it removed >After it's removed, try and get some good sleep >No scraping sound >Notice that the spots near the face are gone >All is good, for a while >Spots reappear >Scraping sound reappears >Tree didn't reappear >Live with it, still don't believe that it's anything bad yet >After a few more days, spots have gotten larger >Kind of looks like hands reaching out, but still flat against the wall >Another spot beneath face and hands >A vertically long spot >The night after I notice that >Can't get to sleep because I'm moving up and down >Up and down >That's probably not me doing that >Get out of bed >Mattress is breathing >The vertical spot on the wall is a chest >The more it comes out of the wall, the more things happen, apparently >Spend a few more nights sleeping with a breathing mattress and scraping noises >The figure is much more defined, has a neck, start of arms, thighs, that sort of thing >Like it was close to surfacing out of water >Eventually, I decide, 'Screw this' >Spend a whole night talking with it, mostly telling it to get out of my room politely >Memory's terrible, but I didn't do any DIY exorcism, just talking >Eventually fall asleep on the floor, since that's where I was sitting when I was talking with it >Next morning >Still there, more surfaced as usual >Decide that hanging a painting over the face would be a good option because I asked politely the first time >Put up a nice picture where the face was the next day >Day after that, no more sign of ghost body surfacing out of wall >Except that the painting darkened around where the eyes were >Smelt burnt around the spots >Doesn't smell burnt anymore, but the marks are still there >No ghost activity in a while, no scraping or haunted mattresses

So I removed a ghost by nailing a painting to it's face, and it got so pissed off it glared hard enough to nearly burn holes through the painting.



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>be home alone one night >hear whispering outside my bedroom door >what >"mum" being said over and over again, getting a bit louder, but would revert to whispers if it got too loud >voice is sounding panicky and upset, nearly pass it off as neighbours kids >both neighbours are childless old couples >sounds like a little girl, all it says is "mum" >feel dread whenever it whispers >get so anxious that I whisper "it's okay, don't worry" just to comfort it >it stops >downstairs by this point >hear bookcase at the top of the stairs topple over

Welp, I suck at storytelling, but can ya'll help me out? It hasn't done it since, but it was still spooky.



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>moved into new house, be 23 >it's a flatshare so sharing with 4 people I don't know >get to know my flatmates one by one when sitting in living room >one kid is proper strange, keeping to himself >realize I've met 5 other people in total >never see that strange kid again >mfw nobody knows him



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>be 12 years old >in my room >packing some things for a sleepover >grabbing something on my bed >suddenly feel something kicking the back of my knees >fall on my knees >head snaps back >eyes are open but my vision gets black >except for the most upper part of my field of vision >see somebody leaning over me >shadow face with eyes wide open >suddenly everything's back to normal >still kneeling >10 minutes have passed



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>16 >Home alone watching a movie >Suddenly from my younger brother's room, I hear a child laughing >Pass it off as my brother watching something >"Wait, I'm home alone" >Start walking towards his room, laughing gets louder >Get to the doorway, and I can hear laughing coming from the center of the room >One step in, laughing stops >"Forget this, I got a movie to watch" >Later that night, in bed >Someone's walking down the hallway >Roll over to tell them to go to bed >Footsteps pass my room, no one is there >Now there's footsteps in my room, next to my bed >Position myself so my blankets block all but the view of the ceiling >Just need to get to sleep >Goblin face appears, flying towards my face >Lights on, sleep schedule ruined

Ever since that night, whenever I would walk through the house, even when it was midday, if I was alone, it still felt like something was following me.



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>About three weeks ago >Went hiking in jungle with cousins >Visiting Guam for a few months >They tell me to either pray or do some chant with them >Ask the spirits for permission to enter their territory >Think it's total nonsense and just get walking into the jungle >They tell me it's a horrible idea but let me do it anyway >I don't care about the Taotoamona (what we call the spirits here) >On the hike get a few mosquito bites, nothing out of the ordinary. >Get home, have giant purple bruise on my chest. >Ask my grandma what it is >She says... >"You didn't ask permission to hike in the jungle did you?" >Apparently that's a Taotaomona pinching me. >They're not hostile really, but they can be. >Scared witless and don't leave my room till light out. >Don't know what to do



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>3 years ago >Live alone in the sticks >Walking dog one night >Be about 200 yards away, on my way home >I can see my house from here, and my bedroom light is on >I turned all lights off before leaving >Rush home, thinking someone is in there burglarizing me >Get in front door, head towards room >All lights are off, just as I left them

I don't walk my dog at night anymore.



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Agh, I love these threads.

>be at church because mom feels we have to go >despite being an Atheist, I go because whatever, some people need religion that's fine, plus it's time with family and my parents feel good at church >sit in last row, in corner >not many people there, small church, and it's Friday >listening to sermon >look back, because I felt someone standing in the corner >no one is there, what ever, where da blood o' Christ at? >see mom turn around and look in corner >"You felt someone standing there too?" >my mom says she felt someone standing there, and could even hear them breathing loudly >church ends >dad says he felt someone there too, apparently he saw a man in a robe, and his skin was tan



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Nothing notable has really happened to me, but my dad has been through a number of spooky things.

>dad's about 7 over at his baby sitter's house >house was like 100 years old >laying in the bed in the guest room, dosing off >he hears the voice of a man in his 60's or so say his name >light tapping on the wall >volume of tapping increases >soon becomes gorilla like banging >things stop for a bit, and my dad is totally paralyzed >he pulls the blanket up over his head >something rips the blanket off hastily >bed springs squeak and the bed shakes around >he pulls it together and runs out of the room >his babysitter and her family move out

My dad said that someone was murdered there like 70 years before his incident.



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>Be about 10. >Father gets new job as principal of a religious school in a country town. >Move to the middle of nowhere. >Live in old pastor's house. >Big house. >Huge attic/loft space up top. >See attic on first tour of house with fam. >Notice enormous angel statue pushed way back into one corner. >Looks cool. >Go and investigate. >Big and too heavy to move. >For a couple of months, attic is locked. >Only one key to trapdoor, belongs to father. >One day, father away. >Trusted with keys. >Unlock trapdoor to check out the dusty attic with bros. >Flip trapdoor. >Angel statue is standing right there, looming over trapdoor hole. >No way someone could have moved it- too heavy for one person and no access. >NOPE out of there. >Ask father who goes in attic. >He says no-one.

I remember him telling me other things were weird about that place, but now I don't recall.



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>way back in 2004 when I was like 11 >my cousins come over to play online >we play this game called Virtual Magic Kingdom >Our only supervision is our cripple grandmother, in a walker, watching us from the couch wondering what a computer is >suddenly she gasps, we all look back quickly >grandmother is staring at us, but not AT us >we ask her what is wrong >"Grandma, are you ok?" >she just has this blank stare, mouth open, looks like she is frozen >she doesn't answer us, we try to call my mom and tell her something is wrong with grandma >we get scared and go outside and wait for my mom >mom works a few blocks away from house so she gets there in like 5 minutes >she goes in and my grandma was okay but blacked out for a bit >suddenly she says she saw a woman >"what woman? what was she doing?" >grandmother said as she was dozing off she felt weird then opened her eyes to see a woman standing behind all us touching our heads >not sure if this was related but... >suddenly all our smoke detectors go off >no smoke, no fire >we rush to take out the batteries >no more after that day



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This happened to a step cousin of mine

>In his room on the ground floor, window looking out to street >He lives in an older house that's on the edges of a forest >One night he flips out saying somebody was tapping on his window >Aunt & boyfriend, shrug it off, guessing it was probably nothing >He won't sleep in his own room now

A couple of days later their neighbour tells them the same night my cousin freaked out, he chased somebody out of their yard.



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>live in a flat, in a city >used to put a sock over the smoke detector in my room so I could smoke out my window >used to be scaffolding on the adjacent building >on a saturday loads of people were out >got into bed >woke up at 5am >opened my window for a cigarette and saw this guy climbing up the scaffolding while being egged on by his mates >just watched it unfold >dude went right on to the roof of this building >his mates were all impressed >he tripped on a wooden beam and fell off the roof >hit the pavement >instantly grabbed my phone and called an ambulance >his mates were screaming/crying >dude was dead >few nights after the whole thing >heard the same sound of someone hitting the pavement >no one was on the street >was having a cigarette out my window like a month after >looked up the scaffolding >heard what sounded like footsteps on the wooden planks >thought it was the wind pushing things about >saw a person fall and the same sound >rushed downstairs and outside >no one there >quit smoking just to avoid keeping my window open



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>me and my friends decide to get into Urban Exploration one summer >night time >there's an abandoned hospital in town, so old it was abandoned BEFORE the Civil War where it was converted into a temporary confederate hq >they reopened it in like the 60s or something but ditched it within a few years idk why >no unlocked doors, trying to find a way in >old AC unit on the ground >look up, see open window it must've fallen out of >climb up on windowsill, me and friend #1 climb in >friend #2 too scared to climb inside >forgot flashlights >turn on phone flashlight >room looks nuts, like all the paint is peeling and hanging off the wall all geometrically >go into next room, looks like a waiting room >empty soda cans >go into hallway >flooded with water >jump over water, into what looks like a complex of offices >find stairway >start going upstairs, this building was like 5 stories tall >hear water splashing below us >"Why did friend #2 follow us in here?" >look out window >he's sitting outside >PANIC.NOPE >okay, it's probably a homeless man let's just tell him to chill >realize we are two unarmed goofy high schoolers, this dude could be an addict or something (really really bad in my area) >walk down stairs as quietly as I can >peeking around corners, can't find anybody >light suddenly flickers on in the office I'm in >USSAIN BOLT MODE >hop the water like it's the Rio Grande and I'm Mexican >waiting for homeless man to jump me any second now >make it to the window >climb down and fall out in the most hilariously clumsy way >never see any trace of anybody actually in the building



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> live in a weird house my whole life > moved in when I was a week old > lived here for 20 years, moving out soon > always hear voices like the tv is left on at night, but when going down to check, it's off. > hear footsteps like someone is walking around > always felt weird going to the kitchen, like someone is watching > found out my mum saw a ghost of a old man in there just observing, soon after we moved in. > when my sister lived here she said she could hear a man coughing at night and would tell dad to nock it off, but it never was him. > odd vibes in the kitchen to this day. > find out that a head mistress of a school lived here with her husband, they divorced and she moved out > he died of reasons unknown to us   > we bought the house.



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>arguing with girlfriend >go to bed angry, can't sleep >start playing angry birds on kindle >girlfriend sleeping next to me   >thinking angry thoughts about how much she sucks >suddenly kindle screen changes to creepy picture >ghostly looking man, looks angry, staring at me   >turn off kindle. turn back on. wtf was that? >search kindle files for related .jpg, find nothing >whatever, go to sleep >wake up next morning >girlfriend complains of weird, angry dreams >now convinced our negative energy invited something negative into my kindle



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>Be 22 >Be us soldier stationed in korea >decide to explore abandoned hotel >wedding party was massacred from a fire >Walking through the halls >everything still intact like everyone disappeared >Clothes still on hangers >rotting food still sitting on plates >clear all rooms tactically to the top noone is there >Shard of a broken pot flies across room >hits friend in the face and cuts his nose open >run in the direction it came from and through the door >door slams behind me and the washing machine starts running >mfw no power in the building >nope we get out of there fast



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>it's Halloween 2008 >have tradition of visiting abandoned funeral parlor with friends every year >place is in disrepair, holes everywhere, generally structurally unsound >death certificates are still all over the floor in some rooms, coffins still in others >everyone always acts like they're tough and not creeped out >the bravest collect death certificates to take home, get picture taken in coffins, etc.   >after a night of hanging out, drinking, and trying not to fall through the crumbling floor, we get ready to leave >take a headcount and realize a guy named Kelly is missing >hear footsteps upstairs >everyone thinks Kelly is trying to freak us out >keep yelling for him to come down so we can leave >footsteps continue >look outside >Kelly is smoking a cigarette by the street >PANIC >everyone flees the funeral parlor >we all say our goodbyes and leave >find out the next day a friend and his girlfriend got in a severe car accident after leaving >he just gets a concussion from the airbag, but his girlfriend shatters her pelvis >moments before the accident the girlfriend had uploaded a picture of them in the coffins to facebook >never go back to funeral parlor again



[579]

I was 16 when this happened and it was about 1am.

>Me and a Friend decied to go for a night walk >On a trail that leads to the highway >everything seems to be dead silent >the only thing we can hear is the highway >as we were walking we walked passed a grave yard >Hear kids laughing having a good time like it was a playground >me and friend get sort of freaked out >and we just turned around and got out of there and headed back home

The grave yard was on the side of the highway not near any houses or anything.



[580]

>be really young >drive over to grandparents place >pull into their shed >it was made of corrugated metal so the walls had gaps at the top that opened to the outside >see a weed growing up into the shed from the outside through one of these bends in the metal >as I look at it, it gets quickly pulled down from the outside out of sight

That's about it. There was no one outside, and it was too abrupt to be the wind or anything. It's so minor but I've never known what exactly I saw.



[581]

>2 years ago, 16 y/o >At my great grandparents sleeping over for the last time >Great grandma just passed away, staying there the night, funeral was tomorrow >Around 7pm, go to washroom >Turn on light by toilet >Start pissing >Light by mirror turns on by itself >Didn't think much of it, family laughs when I mention it

Fast forward to later that night:

>Go to bed around 11:30-12pm >Sleeping on couch in living room >From the living room you can see a full view of the kitchen >Wake up in the middle of the night, no idea what time it is   >Sweating like crazy >Hear noises, like footsteps >Brush it off as someone getting something to eat in the kitchen, there was a lot of people staying at that house that night >Raise head to see who is in the kitchen >Nobody is there, lights off >By this time I'm confused >While I'm scanning the kitchen I hear a bang from where I'm looking >Immediately after the band the door to the sun room slams shut >Noooooooope >Head undercovers, fall asleep like that >Next morning tell my family, they think I'm stupid



[582]

>sitting at home alone on sims >hear loud bang outside >wtf.jpg >go investigate cause I'm cool >nothing >go back to sims >louder bang right outside my bedroom window >no way am I investigating again >keep at sims >bedroom door slowly starts opening, windows closed no draft >door opens fully then slams shut >NOPE.jpg



[583]

>be 17 >home alone in room playing vidya >Loading screen, house goes quiet >hear door slam shut >take off headset >Probably just parents >Go back to playing >Realize that they would be gone longer >waitaminute.jpg >Hear a bunch of thuds >Sounds like someones stomping on the floor >Realize something >Wave of heat goes down my neck >Nope.wav >It's someone coming up the stairs >Hear the thuds again, they're getting louder >Run and lock door, grab desk lamp, turn off lights >Hear the thuds slowly making their way up the stairs from the main hall >uh-oh >Stomping start going up to my room >Hold breath, standing in the dark alone with a desk lamp praying whatever is stomping doesn't see the light from the tv screen >Thuds get up the stairs to my room >Nothing >Stand there for 5 minutes in silence >Still nothing >Push bed and other furniture against door >Keep back to the far wall, trusty desk lamp in hand for another hour or so >calm down enough to go back to vidya >Parents get home >Try to tell them >They think I'm joking and try to tell me the house was haunted >mfw



[584]

I live in texas, about two weeks ago we experienced a much needed and very heavy series of storms. I have a Great Dane named Harley who is an all around tough guy until it comes to thunder.

One night while, I was home alone during the storm, I heard Harley gnawing at the trim of our front wooden door. I pulled the door open and it was pitch black but I could just barley make out the large animal breathing heavily in front of me. I yelled, "Harley no!"

I shut the door and started back towards the living room when I heard a noise at the back door I looked out the window and saw Harley anxiously pawing at the back door. To this day I have no clue what I saw on my front porch.



[585]

Not terrifying but I've never quite been able to explain this one. There was a mirror at the bottom of stairs in my parents house, which is slightly creepy if you get up in the middle of the night, as you'd imagine. To the left of it is a door to the laundry room and the downstairs toilet. This happened in late evening, when I was looking in the mirror, and in the reflection you can see the top of the stairs.

I see my Mam's bare feet at the top, turning and walking out of sight, presumably to her bedroom. Her show came on the TV, so I walked upstairs and called for her, only to find all the upstairs lights off and no Mam. I call for her again and hear my mother's voice, back downstairs in the toilet. No one else in the house that day.



[586]

>be on some diphenhydramine >middle of the day >weather is stormy >home all alone >start talking to myself like if I was hosting a radio show to taunt my habbits >turn the radio on    >scan past unknown channel that was using my script but with different people. >NOPE >feel the drug doing its normal cycle >getting hard to talk >I try talking but all that comes out is mumbling >few minutes go by and feel brave enough to turn radio on again >scan through, and another unknown channel appears >this time the person talking can't talk and sounds like they have been gagged and was mimicing me. >NOPE.UNPLUGGED



[587]

Sure, read this in the paper a while back I think.

>Local mum takes her kid to kid play area called smileys >Graveyard opposite main road >Mum and kid are leaving smileys >Child, looking at the graveyard as they drive past, asks mother "What are all those people doing there?" >Mother looks over, no people



[588]

This is the one that desensitized me from ever being scared of anything.

>15 >Mom leaves with my little brothers to go to the store >Only family I've got >At home taking advantage of the giant screen TV, watching Watchmen >Suddenly, on the other side of the house, I hear a child laughing >I pass it off as my little brother playing >I realize I'm home alone >Stand up, wondering if I'm just hearing things >Laughing continues >Middle of the day, feeling brave >Start walking down the hallway towards my brother's room >Laughing gets louder the closer I get >Get to the doorway >Can hear laughing from the center of the room >Seriously, what's going on? >Step into the room, laughing instantly stops >Nope, forget this, I got a movie on

>Later that night >2 in the morning, can't sleep >Hear my brother walking in the hallway >Roll over to tell him to go to sleep >Footsteps go by, little brother does not >I sit up in bed, wondering what the heck >Footsteps come into my room, pattering around my bed now >Heart's about to explode, I lay down and move the blankets so I can only see the ceiling >Burned out image of what I thought was a goblin face flies at my face >Done, lights on, waiting for the sun

After that, anything else was doomed to fail as far as freaking me out. Ever since that night, walking in the dark at night felt like something was watching me, also following me, like right on my back.



[589]

This happened to me earlier this year, pretty minor though.

>Helping a friend move into a new place all day, not much furnishing because poor college student but a real hoarder >It's about midnight before we try to sleep after pizza and video games >Thought it'd be best to stay the night >He's in his nice sleeping bag, while I was cold and only had this thin blanket and rock hard floor to keep me through the night >Friend won't budge on giving me a ride (We used the one truck during the move), and I decided against taking it to get myself home >It's been a good few hours by now and my sleep deprived brain thought it'd be a great idea to just walk home for an hour or so >This house is on the suburb outskirts, and surrounded by wooded areas and wide properties >It's a full moon so I can see clear enough to know where I'm walking, things aren't so bad if only a little chilly. >It's a good few minutes in and I'm switching between using my phone as a flashlight and passing the time >I bump into someone with my shoulder on the sidewalk and apologize out of habit as I walk past >It's then that I realize that I've been walking down an empty road and didn't see anyone coming my way (though I was probably too focused on the phone) >I turn around just a few seconds later and wait for my eyes to adjust and the person was gone. The only place they could have gone was the opposite side of the road or an uphill field, both of which I would have easily noticed. >I'm way more paranoid at this point, there's no cars and the only sounds are my footfalls and a couple of faint birds in the background >The field next to me gradually flattens out and then sinks into a creek that flows under this road and goes into some woodland on the opposite side >I'm trying to watch the creek and the woods at the same time, holding my phone as a weapon like an idiot because screw this I should have stayed at the house

>Approach the bridge and the guardrails make me feel a little safer so I shift attention to woods >There's a figure walking in the opposite direction across the road >Can't really make them out because I'm not wearing my glasses (forgot to take them out of my bag after I tried to sleep) >I disregard them as some hoodlum out late like me and stop to get my specs from the bag so I can see >He also stops >Don't want to take my eyes off him so we just stand there staring each other down >He turns and walks straight into woods >There is nothing on the other side except a small lake, the road winds around it >Spend rest of the time watching the woods opposite the road while speedwalking >Sounds like a LOT of branches breaking, birds instantly stop >just my heavy breathing and feet on gravel >woods continue along the road more but no way I'm gonna stay here >quickly put on my glasses and cut through the field on my side to skip the road curve >This is a really wide open field, going uphill then back down to where the creek is >I'm in full view of whatever crazy person/thing did that, I'm sprinting uphill back to the road away from where I saw the guy >Look back and he's at the spot where I was standing holding this huge stick you'd only find high up a tree >Looking directly down at where I assume my footprints where >At this point I'm crapping myself and move over the hill out of view but I'm sure he would have seen them lead in my direction >Jog the rest of the way until I get to a building with lights



[590]

>Be 21. >Invited to my friend's party in his apartment one evening. >We mainly hangout on the balcony and only go inside to get drinks and the like. >After a few drinks I go to the toilet. >To the right of the toilet room there is a closed door. >I hear some noise coming from the room as if someone fell on some stuff. >I think to myself that it must be one of the guys just being drunk. >Try to open the door to see who is in there. >Door is locked. >Knock on the door and ask who is in there. >No answer, just more noise as if someone is falling on cardboard boxes. >Go back to the balcony and tell my friend that someone got locked in that room. >Friend looks around. >I look around. >We notice that we are all here and there couldn't be someone in that room. >Friend tells us that when he moved in he used to hear sounds from that room so he decided to lock it to feel safer. >He didn't talk about it this whole time because he didn't want to come off as crazy. >He says that if you knock on the door it's a safe bet you will hear a noise. >We all go to the door and knock on it. >Sure enough, sounds of a heavy body falling on cardboard boxes or something. >We searched for the keys to the room for a while but couldn't find them.

IDK how he can live in that place. We didn't get to visit his house since. Sometimes me and my friends joke around about the possibility of him keeping someone in that room against his will, all chained up. While I don't see that happening, it still gives me shivers to think about it. You can never be too sure about how much you know the people you know.



[591]

>Be 7 if I am not mistaken. >Big bro is living in a small apartment not too far away. >One evening I was watching TV with parents. >Someone is ringing the bell and it's my brother. >We weren't expecting him. >You could see in his eyes that something really bad happened to him. >He was shaking and looked frightened. I never saw an adult man so scared in my life. >Mother asks what happened. >He is too stressed to even talk. >Parents sit him on the couch. >He has this thousand-yard stare. >Mother calms him down. >She asks what happened. >He looks her in the eyes and says "I saw the devil." >Mother starts tearing up; she is a Christian and takes it really seriously. >Father doesn't want me to see this and asks me to take my little sister and go to sleep. >Next morning ask my mother what happened last night and she tries to end the conversation before it even starts and tells me everything is fine. >Father wouldn't tell what happened because he didn't want me to get messed up by all of this. >Even my brother wouldn't tell me what happened; they probably asked him not to, he would always get silent when I asked him about it. >Decided to stop asking him about it. >Fast forward. >Be 19. >Holiday; family dinner. >Sit with my brother in the yard and ask him about that one time when he came back home all frightened. >He finally told me that at that evening he came home to his apartment where he lived alone. >The house's lights were off as he left them so the entire place was dark. >After he opens the door to his apartment he says that the first thing he saw was this thing that looked like a man only it had hoofs instead of human legs and he had this horns on his head. Also his head's formation looked nothing like that of a human. >Brother froze in place. >That thing just stands there, looking at him. >Suddenly the light at the end of the hallway behind where that thing stood lit up. >That's when he just NOPEd his life out of there.



[592]

>house to myself for three weeks >get home from class on the first day >have to use the bathroom >walk to bathroom, lock door, sit on toilet >suddenly footsteps outside bathroom >door handle jiggling violently out of nowhere >NOPE NOPE NOPE >finish my business then proceed to stand in the middle of the bathroom for 20 minutes >open bathroom door and rush into bedroom at the speed of light >throw parties nearly every night so I'm never alone



[593]

>about 10 >basement just got done up   >dad moved my PS2 down there >I play it all night >about 3 a.m.   >I get really tired >turn off tv and first light >suddenly hear footsteps behind mine >NOPENOPENOPENOPE >practically fly up stairs >next day mom yells at me for not turning off the second set of lights



[594]

>be 10 >leaving bedroom to go to the toilet >quite dark, stairway is being lit by the light from my room >unusually dark corner of the stairs (my stairs go down and turn left and a 90 degree angle) >stare at it intensely >it moves like it's being pulled back down the stairs >hear a thud and a gust of wind >hide in bathroom and sleep in bathtub till morning >still can't look down any set of stairs in the dark to this day



[595]

>be about 12 >having family dinner at my great aunt's old mansion >go to use a bathroom to wash my hands for dinner >bathroom has door to cellar in it >as I'm washing my hand I hear a noise >turn and see doorknob to cellar is moving >weird, jerky movements >whatever is trying to come out of the cellar is stopped by the fact that the door is locked from the outside with a skeleton key >nope out of there as fast as I can



[596]

>Be twenty six >Own the house. Mine. All mine. >Out in the middle of nothing. Cheaper, and I can afford the gas for the commute. >Windows look out into nothing but sparse woods. >12 AM. Got bothered. Walk around the house, all doors are locked, etc. >Have the windows up to let cool air in. Screens haven't been bothered. >Go to kitchen to get a drink of OJ. Lights flick on, lights flick off, something bothering my subconscious >Flick lights on and off again. Something something. >Look out window, flick lights on. Oh. >I CAN'T SEE THE GRASS BECAUSE SOMETHING IS PUSHED UP AGAINST THE WINDOW FRAME. AND IT'S MOVING. >Scramble for the handgun under the bed. >Red Alert. All porch lights, on. All back porch lights, on. >Nothing. Can see out to the grass just fine.

Never left the windows open again, I can afford air conditioning.



[597]

>In Greece, holiday with boyfriend, sister and mum this year, 17 >having nap in apartment during the day, feel ill. >Family at the beach, two minute walk from apartment >wake up and hear someone walking upstairs and moving the bed sheets >assume it is sister and shout out to her >the walking, rustling etc immediately stops, as if I've interrupted someone >freak out, lay still in bed, assume it is intruder >silently text boyfriend and gather all my things like my shoes, camera, phone, keys around me >run for the door and to the beach almost in tears >boyfriend runs back to room with me >no one there, obviously >have horrific nightmares the rest of the holiday, hear weird noises in the apartment all week >nightmares carry on when I get home for a few weeks



[598]

> Be 12 > Parents away for anniversary trip > Sweet, house to myself! > Stay up until 2:30 playing Nintendo 64 > Switch off lights, go to bed > Doorbell rings at ~4am > wat.jpg > Get up and peer through hole in door > See old woman wearing all black with a veil > Scream and sprint into my room and lock the door > Wake up at 10, only hazily remember it

Still not sure if I dreamt it or not.



[599]

>Friend has an apartment next to a field >We were in his house one night smoking and relaxing >It gets to about 2-3 AM   >The area is pretty nice so we decide to go sit on the field for a bit >The field has the huge hill with a few benches on the top, with an amazing view of the city in which we live >We climb up and sit down >Listening to music and talking >About three of us, me and the other guy are talking when my third friend goes silent >He starts saying "What is that?" >we look down the hill >Something that looks like a fully grown man running on all fours, looked kinda the way a human would look trying to walk on all fours, sorta had an arched back (only way to describe it) >We all stare as it runs across the bottom of the hill >No way it could see us considering it was dark and we could only just about see it from the light in the opposite houses and the glow from the city >It runs itnot some trees or whatever >We feel a little creeped out by it but screw it, probably just some drugged up dude >About half an hour later we hear this sound, like a scream but not human >Reminded me of a bird mixed with a pig squeal, but had that sort of tone you hear when a man imitates a bird call badly >We all look at eachother >friend whistles for a laugh trying to get a reaction to whatever it is   >Everything is silent >The noises starts again, repeating more rapidly >We NOPEout and pretty much run the opposite way from my friend's house and whatever the it was >We walk about half an hour to loop round the field to get home >Get into his house, lock all of the doors >Cans till hear the noise, however far off >We stay in the bathroom and lock the door all night terrified

None of us can explain what it was, or whether the thing we saw was the cause of the noise but still, it was terrifying. My friend says he wants to move now and I doubt we'll go back.



[600]

Ok to preface this, I used to act as a sort of housekeeper for my grandma because she wanted to keep her old house after moving out. It's old and lots of generic spooky stuff happens all the time (noises, shadows, stuff dissapearing). I'm used to it, but this freaked me out.

>middle of winter and late at night >go to let dog out >step out onto porch and gently close door behind me so cat can't sneak out >dog is done, try to get back in >door is stuck >peek through window >lock is turned, latch is on >literally impossible to accidentally do this from outside >all other doors are locked >phone is sitting inside on the coffee table >brand new windows can't be jimmied open >end up walking down road to parents house in pjs and no shoes >call grandma using their phone, no answer >decide to just stay with parents, go back over to fetch dog and carry her over (she's small and old and can't walk that far) >grandma is just pulling up in her car >she looks confused >"anon? Did you invite someone over?" >no, I got locked out >"oh.... Then who is in the living room? They opened the curtains and waved to me. I thought it was you" >search house >exterior totally locked up >lock every interior door that can be locked >sleep in locked bedroom with all the pets and the lights on

I don't live there now, so it's sitting empty. When my family goes in to check on things though stuff keeps moving to weird places, like things showing up inside locked glass cabinets that had been on a shelf in a different room before. It's just a weird place.



[601]

>being 12 >can't sleep >don't know why >my door has a hole in it >see light through it >suddenly light disappears >I feel like someone's watching me >I open the door and see a shadow running very fast >nope the way back to bed



[602]

>Sleeping in the basement since half my family is over and I volunteered >Wake up suddenly >Try to fall asleep again, it's no use >Sit up, get up to find the remote to turn on the TV   >Find it    >Right before I turn on the TV, there's an incredibly pale person standing behind me in the reflection >Screen turns on before I can get a better look >Turn around >No one there >Up all night with my insomniac brother watching TV instead



[603]

>just back in house after being out for a month due to busted AC   >fall into bed. I missed you, bed. >falling asleep slowly >have four doors in the house apart from front/back. My bedroom, room-mate's, room mate's bathroom and guest room. >guest room and room-mate's bedroom make loud noise when they close due to new lock and crooked door resulting in having to almost slam door, respectively. Due to this room-mate does not usually close door tight >hear sound like one of these doors closing and house shudders. >my room is on other side of the house near the front door >figure room-mate had to piss. >roll over and go to sleep. >next morning getting ready for work >"Hey, nerd, you shut your door kind of loud last night. Have to take a mighty piss or something?" >"I didn't leave my room last night, anon..." >nope



[604]

>Last week >home alone >7 in the morning >my room is silent >no lights on   >lying down on my bed >can't sleep >Suddenly hear the sink come on in the bathroom across the hall >Sink turns off >Now I hear footsteps outside my door >get up   >open the door >nobody there >go in the bathroom >nobody there either >nope >go back to my bedroom >quickly close the door and lock it



[605]

> Be 12 years old > Live in big house with a huge yard > It's my task to retrieve the dog at night before I go to bed > Dad likes to sneak outside and mess with me in the dark sometimes > Go get dog > Suddenly, from forest at the edge of my yard, hear weird grunting sound > Dog starts growling like crazy > Figure it's my dad and yell I'm not falling for it   > Really really weird, grunting growling noises > Dog starts to bark > Suddenly from the doorway to my house, "What's up out there" > It's my dad > Whatever is in the woods is not him > Run back to house at speed of light > Next day talking to neighbor > Something killed their dog, cats, and chickens in the night > NOPE.jpg



[606]

>have a lot of cats >my mom is a cat lady, ok? >one cat in particular is just pure Satan >she is really long and lanky and eyes exactly same shade of orange as fur so she looks like she has none >likes to pee on all the things and eat all the things >locked out of all but the main part of house >but she is always >freaking >there >no matter what room you are about to enter >you could have seen her ten seconds ago completely asleep on couch >open your bedroom door and there she is on your bed >kick her out, scoop up sheets for wash >she is back on the couch and curled up asleep



[607]

> 5th grader > taking normal early morning shower > look at tile pattern then see a devil, tiki mask-like face with a small demon body > wtfbbq.gif > scream and look away > look back, it's gone > wild anon is now confused > mom barges in and yells at me for screaming and tells me to finish up already > shampoo > ask mom about what I saw >"It's nothing anon." > 7 year old sis sees it in the shower too and thought she heard it whisper something >NOPE.png > don't shower for a week until the smell gets so bad I have to



[608]

> like 2 years ago (17 y.o.) > Parents go to a bar, leaving me home alone > House is haunted and stuff always happens > I'm in the basement (where I keep xbox) > Playing said xbox and blasting music > Out of nowhere hear a woman scream my name > At first I think it's my mom, then realize she isn't home > Think some crazy lady broke in or something > Turn off music and ninja upstairs > Nobody is there (duh) > Call parents, still at bar > Call friend that lives close by because freaked out > He comes over and leaves a few mins later

I still don't get how I could hear the yell over the game volume and the music. But man was it clear and it sounded very much like my mom.



[609]

> be 17 > be babysitting a couple kids > they live in a very old home, I couldn't date it, but you can tell by the original wood trimming all around the house. > kids are 5 and 2 years old > Put both kids to sleep > Sitting on couch, watching snl or something > Entire time I hear sounds from a baby monitor in the kitchen behind me > Goes on for an hour or so, just static sound and the occasional audible noise > It's almost 12:00 > Complete silence from the kitchen > I turn off the T.V > Still silence > I'm staring into the darkness of the kitchen > "Swooo-oosh-ossh" > wut.jpg > Heart beating as I flick on the kitchen light > Some newspaper had fallen on the ground > Look for baby monitor > keep looking > Nothing, no baby monitor to be found > What the heck.... > No radio or anything that could have made those sounds > Go check on the kids > Still tucked in and sleeping just where I left them > No baby monitor in the youngest kids room > NOPE at every creak until the parents came home



[610]

I've never been able to explain this, ever.

>mother is a single parent, raising 9 yr old me >living in Simferopol (Crimean Peninsula, Southern Ukraine), she is renting a 1 bedroom flat >whenever I came to visit her (I lived with grandparents in Feodosia, a couple hours away), she told me to not mind noises >told me "barabashka" is there to protect me >I distinctly remember sleeping in the tiny bedroom (she slept in the living room, never in the bedroom) >the closet had a bunch of boxes stacked on it, full of Christmas decorations >constantly wake up at night, just out of nowhere, hearing scratches in the boxes >scratches would follow patterns >I would jump out of bed and try to tap on the closet doors (too short to reach boxes) and try to get the scratching to stop >scratches never stopped, only paused when I tapped >each time I would be scared out of my mind, and wait for scratches to stop before I could fall back asleep

On a different occasion:

>still a little kid sleeping in same room >hearing scratches >goaway.jpg >don't react >had my arms under pillow because like the feel of cool under my pillow >all of a sudden feel a warm hand grab me by the arm and pull me >squeal like a little piglet and run off to sleep with mom >she told me to not worry about it, "barabashka" trying to play >she yelled some stuff and hugged me, I passed out

Little did I know, my mother was renting the flat for cheap because the old lady that had it died in the little bedroom. She was living there all alone and nobody discovered her body until nearly a month has passed. The relatives abandoned her. When she died, they came out of the woodwork and claimed title on the property, with my mother coming around at the right time she was able to rent the place out. That flat was reallycreepy though, I had a fishtank in the little bedroom, and every couple days a new fish would die. My mom would always feel like she needed to buy me new fish.

[Note: "Barbashka" roughly translates to "house spirit."]



[611]

>move to historic area of town >old house but rundown area >get top room >it was once one huge room but there was a big part sectioned off between both rooms >sister and I get curious as to why there is so much space closed off >we're home alone, decide to investigate >I hit the wall really hard with a hammer a few times >wall finally breaks >huge gust of cold air, sound like an exhale >lights flicker and go out >nope.tiff >we fly down the stairs and don't go back up for 3 days >we go up together one morning to finally peek inside >ashes, old empty candelabra and a broken up cross among other things >we move to the basement and share a room for 3 years



[612]

>be 10 or 11 >staying a week at grandmas house because mexican grandmas are the best >be sleeping in the living room >wake up to rustling in the kitchen >3 am and grandma is standing there without oxygen tank or her walker >catholicmiraclesftw.jpg >she's staring out the window at something whispering some religious stuff. >look outside window to the house she has in the backyard. >on the roof is this black figure hunched over staring back >figure turns head and looks at me   >nope >before super nope speed kicked in, figure arched backwards on all fours, and crawled away off of the roof >nope to couch and hide under pikachu blanket >ask grandma the next day what it was >grandma says it's a witch that was after my grandpa that followed them from Mexico. >never leave grandmas without blessing from her >grandma is Constantine



[613]

>Be January last year >Be 17yr old me >Had to wake up at 2am due to having to leave for Washington DC >Catholic parents sending me on the Pro-Life March >Head downstairs to make a pot of coffee >Look out kitchen window towards intersection down the street >See four large pitch black feline-like creature >Looked like an extremely large mountain lion >Two turned and looked in my direction >Their eyes were glowing white >Heard a loud roar and the others turned >They all ran towards my house >MAXIMUMNOPE.JPG >Duck down so they couldn't see me >Peeked back up >They turned at the intersection immediately in front of the kitchen >They ran down the alley and into the woods behind my house >Went back upstairs and laid in bed until 5am >Didn't tell anyone about it >Whenever I'd look out the window of the bus I would see their eyes in the reflection >Terrified every time I looked into them >Still see them in dreams

I know there are mountain lions around here but they are not pitch black like these were. I still get chills just thinking about them.



[614]

I grew up in an old farmhouse where a boy died falling down the stone steps to the basement/cellar.

When I was 10-13 ish I remember going to the kitchen at night for some water or something and I heard a little boy calling my name from the basement. He was asking me to come play with him. I nope'd it up the stairs to my bed. My mom would hear little kids down there during the day when I was at school, too.



[615]

I've got a few. I'm from the limestone belt in rural Alabama, so weird stuff always went on.

>Be 14 or 15 >Be at cousin's house >Wake up around 2 am or so, thirsty >Walk to kitchen, get glass of water >Delicious >While drinking, hear first and last name whispered rather loudly >Kinda jump, but write it off as cousin messing around >Walk back to bedroom, cousin passed out >NOPE

>Be about same age as last story >Walking to grandmother's to hang out with cousins >End of fall, about to be winter >Cold >See someone without a shirt on standing next to grandmother's little withered corn patch just staring at me in complete terror >Person bolts into the corn >Again, assume one of them is messing with me cause he kinda looked like one of them, just kinda older >Run after them, never see them again, don't even hear someone running >That was weird >Walk into house, dude I thought was running from me is standing in the kitchen, fully clothed, and way shorter than the person I saw >idonteven

>Be 17 or so >Be at home >In the kitchen cleaning up after everyone >Hear mother yelling at cousin about going into our storage room >"No one goes in there, what are you doing?" >"I saw  go in here." >"Uh, no. He's in his room." >Aunt chimes in >"I saw someone walk in there too." >Opens door, no one in there. Would be nearly impossible anyway since the room is packed with crap >Nopes to my room and stays there until I come back from the kitchen



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>be a few years ago >family friend tells me about weird goo coming from his wall that keeps coming back after he cleans it >checked wall >not even pinhole where it was coming from >opened wall upstairs to find nothing >says he'd come get me to show me if it happens again >shows up one day cause it was back >take a ride to his place >shows me a single streak of dark blue-green fluid running down dining room wall >run finger through it >feels like pen ink >no smell >rub between fingers >disappeared completely from my skin with no trace as I rubbed it between my fingers >cleaned it off >never came back



[617]

>be at auntie's house >she had showed me a photo that afternoon >before and after photo of new outside blinds >in the before photo there was an old lady staring out the bottom window >in the after photo she was still there but in another window pearing out >looks clear as day as if someone was standing there >don't believe her even though she lives alone >watching tv that night aunt at work >screen goes to a dark seen (old box tv) >see lady standing in the hallway behind my >turn around - no one there >nope so hard that I just pretend it was nothing and stare at the tv hoping the ghost will think I'm tough and unphased

Another story:

>be 15ish >old house we renovated >new appliances always breaking >always hear people walking around upstairs at night >parents tell me it's just the house moving but could tell they were crapping themselves too >home late from a friends one night and assume everyone is asleep >watching tv >In reflection of massive mirror someone walks past lounge room, stops at the door for a sec as if watching a bit of what's on and walks into dad's office and shuts the door. just think it's dad so blow it off. >5 minutes later (roughly) hear parents car pull up >had been at work function all night.

Didn't believe me even though I was all like "then who was office."



[618]

I was 17 and at my grandparents' lake house during late July. It's been around since the 1920s so it's pretty old. There isn't any air conditioning so on warm nights (like the one I am writing about), most of the windows were open. Generally it is quite peaceful and relaxed, and seeing as we were a bit secluded from the lake (the house is situated on the top of a hill in the woods), it's pretty quiet at night.

I was resting in bed just after the sun had set, reading something or other on my phone while the rest of my family was downstairs watching TV. I was pretty engrossed in what I was reading, so I didn't look up when I felt my sister walk into the room via the door on my right and pass over to her bed, which was on my left.

After a few minutes I looked up from my phone and noticed that it had grown very dark, which was compounded by the fact that I wasn't able to see too well because I'd been staring so intently at my phone. I looked over to see what my sister was doing, seeing as she was being so quiet, only to realize that she wasn't there. In disbelief, I stood up and turned my phone so that the screen lit up that side of the room. Nobody was there. I turned on the lamp to confirm that sure enough, my sister was not there and her bed was untouched. The only door to that room was on my right side, and I only felt her come in, never come out.

I asked her about it later and she claimed she had been downstairs all night, as did the rest of my family. But I'm so certain that someone walked into the room with me.



[619]

My aunt was head of housekeeping services for this really nice place in Greenwich Village in NYC. The family that lived there was upstate for the summer. I was tagging along for the day and playing with my cousin when we crossed by the toy room of the rich kids that lived there. We kind of peeked around to see all the neat stuff they had. Looking, but no touching unfortunately.

Then the strangest thing happened. There was an RC car in the corner of the room, and its antenna started slowly quivering. At this point we didn't really take more than a mental note of this because of hey! Awesome stuff in the room. Then the quivering became waving, into almost a violent whipping motion. The cousin and I were fixed there with a mixed feeling of fascination and horror for at least a good minute before we decided to book it out of there.

We both really didn't understand what was going on there, and years later, I still don't.



[620]

This happened just after my father's cremation.

>Come home from the reception >Family with us. Some uncles, aunts and so on, my mother, my sister and me. >All head over to living room. House otherwise empty. No pets around. >Be catching up, talking and having some coffee >Checking out thunderstorm outside, started when he started sinking into the ground >Odd coincidence, didn't think much of it >Thunderclap followed by LOUD series of bangs, crashes, noises of breaking wood and shattering porcelain. >Run over to kitchen where noise came from >Kitchen is a complete ravage >Every wall-mounted cupboard, on both sides of the room, have been torn clean frgom the walls, lying on the ground shattered to pieces >Every plate, pot, glass whatever in the kitchen is lying on the ground in tiny fragments >Pots smashed on the ground, appear to have bent after cabinets smashed into them. >Literally no utensils, plates or whatever left. Pretty much only the windows and the oven were the only things not completely trashed. Have to buy new inventory at Ikea before we can eat.

Can't say it was something supernatural, I can just say it was weird.



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>be 12 years old >up playing some Pokemon Fire Red on my gameboy at about 3 am in my bed >get bored with it and decide to stare out my window for a while >it's nearly pitch black except for one streetlight far off in the distance >after staring for a while, I can see a faint outline of something huge moving around in the darkness >follow its path until it passes in front of the streetlight >>it's an extremely tall human-like figure; the streetlight was about ten feet tall, and this thing was easily about 5-6 feet taller than the streetlight >nope out and hide under my bed until morning

For the sake of reference, at the time I lived in what was basically the middle of nowhere. The nearest house was about a mile down the road, I think, and I remember riding in my mom's car for 2-3 hours just to get to school every day. I have no idea why in the hell my parents wanted to live that far away from everything, especially considering that they had me and all.



[622]

>Me and my family stays at aunt's house, we used to do that a couple of days each summer like 15 years ago. >It's an old house that's haunted for sure >Mom goes to bathroom in the middle of the night >She passes the front door on her way >The door has a little round window >Sees a female standing right outside the door, staring in through the window, a grey face and long hair.

This is one of many spooky things I've been told now that I'm older. I never noticed anything though. Jeez, if I only knew.



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>10 or 11 years old >midnight, coming back from stupid adult party with dad, his girlfriend, and my sister (12-13 years old) >rural coastal Northern California, on dark road twisting through redwoods >dad says he's tired, has to pull over and take a ten minute nap >pulls onto shoulder next to meadow, separated from road by fence >look out the window and watch trees on other side of meadow swaying in wind >not scared in least, just chilling >realize the wind has died down but one tree is still swaying, getting larger >realize it's not a tree, but it IS getting larger and closer >can't tell exactly what it is, but it finally gets to the fence and it looks like it's ten feet tall and hulking >quietly panicking, but somehow stupid 10 year old me thinks it'll be stopped by this fence >look at sister, she's seeing the same thing >look back in time to see the thing start climbing over the fence >completely panic and try to get as low as possible >sister pipes up

"Daaaaad!"

>dad, as calmly as he can, but still betraying his fear

"We're leaving now."

>tears out of there

Where I lived was in the range for black bears, but bears never really got out that close to the coast. It was also walking upright all the way across the field, which bears don't do. Closest I could guess is it was the size and shape of an upright grizzly bear, but those don't live in CA anymore. I've been by that field hundreds of times, and it's never been used for grazing cattle, and it's about twenty miles from the nearest town, so it wasn't some huge homeless guy.

Long story short....I don't know what it was.

Odd thing was, when we got back home, nobody said a thing about it. It just never got brought up. I asked my sister a couple years ago if she remembers, and she does, but we just never talked about it...



[624]

I think had one experience when I was about 8 or 9. It's very possible that I just imagined it, but it felt so real to me and I remember it so vividly.

>be in bathroom >parents are outside having a barbeque >start hearing scratching at the door >thinks it's my brother messing with me or our dog being stupid >unlocks door >door bursts open and a grotesque hand curls around the door frame, clawing at me >hand is black and oily with strange lesions on it and sharp claws >I slam door shut as hard as I can, meeting very strong resistance from the hand (which I was currently crushing) >struggle for about 5 seconds >hand retreats >door shuts >lock it >stay in bathroom for hours screaming for the dog, my brother, or my parents to help me >they were all outside the whole time and found me in the bathroom when they came back

Had a lot of other strange occurrences in this house.



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>Be senior in college >Renting apartment house with three friends >One turning 21 that night >Go to bar to celebrate, $0.25 beer night >Have like 30 beers, get hammered >Lose track of friends cause we're all too drunk >Stumble home alone >Go to bathroom, lock door behind me, collapse >Maybe need to puke, not sure >Small boy in sailor outfit standing in the bathtub starts talking to me >"Mike, you've had a lot to drink. You should vomit it out or you'll get alcohol poisoning." >But I can't >"Spin your head around really fast, you'll get dizzy and have to vomit." >Spin my head around, it works >Bathroom is really warm >Ask boy if he can turn the heat off >"No, I can not turn the heat off."

Then I passed out.

To this day, I am 100% convinced a ghost saved me from alcohol poisoning.



[626]

This is my spooky story. It's not spooky in the conventional sense but it's the closest thing to a paranormal experience I've ever had.

>16 or 17 years old >Play in a band with my brother >Decide to go to the beach after a gig >Hanging on the beach with band mates >People taking pictures about 300-400 feet away >Very dark out >During one flash of their camera, see a pure white silhouette of a man running towards us >Man is about halfway between us and the photographers >Disappears in an instant >Nope.jpg

I know it wasn't just me, because my brother and our drummer saw it. Not exactly terrifying but it was certainly one of the strangest things that's ever happened to me.



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> Be 24 >See a strand of what looks to be a small black pipe cleaner >Reach to touch it >IT'S TRYING TO FLUTTER AWAY >ITS LITTLE HAIRY BODY IS FLUTTERING ALL OVER

>Reach out to grab it >BREAKS IN HALF AND STILL TRIES TO FLY AWAY >It disappears and the rest in my hand dissolves into dust

Really, I thought it was some sort of bug I didn't know about! I checked my hands and it was all dust. No bits of body parts, no nothing.

Is this some hoodoo crap? Because I don't like the looks of this.



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>be 12, living in grandparents' house >taking a nice hot shower and listening to music >get out and change and go to grandparents' room to watch TV >grandparents' room has a huge parlor room next to it that they used for parties, it's now sort of an attic >windows that look into the parlor are wide open >see light from the room hitting a red arm >run out of the room and never go back again

I'm convinced that their house is haunted, since my great-grandma used to live there and died before I was born, also my grandparents' had a baby die from sickness overnight so I dunno man, that place is really freaky.



[629]

>Be 16 year old me, living with my parents. >Parents are going on vacation and I can stay home by myself. Hurray, responsibility. >One night I'm just chilling, watching TV. >Suddenly the screen goes static, horrible screeching >The static forms slowly into a face while shifting red. Not completely red, but most of it. The face is staring at me. >The eyes of the face light up, the screeching dissipates and it starts muttering some unintelligible guttural language >I freak out, bolt across the room to grab the remote >The remote doesn't work. >As I try to change the channel I notice it's still staring at me, the eyes followed me across the room. Still chanting strange sounds. >Turn off the by the manual power button while almost pissing myself.

10 minutes later, when I calmed down I turned the tv back on. Everything was back to normal. Might have just been a channel error.



[630]

This is a story my friend told me.

>family has had rural land for generations >nice big house with a barn >be 80s >friend's uncle is watching the house for his parents alone >he's sleeping >he wakes up with sleep paralysis >it doesn't go away >he looks over outside the window >lights behind the barn >his door is opening

at this point my friend said the uncle described it as "a giant liquid metal snake". My friend says he imagines it as the metal tentacle thing in the basement from the war of the worlds.

>snake thing comes in the room >moves to the side of the bed >opens its mouth thing >black void inside >uncle is so scared all he can think about is hitting this thing >when he imagines it the snake recoils >he keeps doing it >he keeps regaining little bits of control of his body >he visibly moves his shoulder >snake thing retreats >lights are gone in under 30 seconds >uncle keeps it quiet

At this point I was a skeptic, but there's more.

>uncle drunk at a bar with his brother >decides to tell him the story >brother gets really mad and socks uncle in the face >is beating the teeth out of him calling him a liar >after they calm down, brother says the same thing happened to him

>brother was watching the house with his friend >they were sleeping on the couch in the living room >brother wakes up with sleep paralysis >can see his friend >friend's eyes looks extremely scared >brother can see the barn >lights behind it >figure stands up and pushes its chest out >"eye" opens, blackness >snake slithers through the front door >brother is so scared he just wants to hit it >snake recoils >brother wiggles his toes, the snake retreats >lights gone

After that urbanization started and they haven't seen the snakes since then.



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> Be 15 year old self 8 years ago > Never been afraid of the dark > Go to sleep > wake up at 3 AM > Go to bathroom, get some water > Come back to bed > Feel something sit down at foot of bed > Suddenly it's on top of me > Can feel it breathing on me > it smells like rotten eggs > Start screaming > Dad opens door > It's gone > Tries to calm me down > Sleep with him for maybe a week > Tells me I need to sleep in my own bed > Don't turn off lights > He tries things like sleeping on the floor and stuff to get me to sleep with the lights off > For years after, always get teased from my friends and what not because I can't sleep alone with the lights off.



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>Be 10 >Live in rural west Michigan (dirt road, farms, etc.) >Closest neighbors are like a quarter of a mile away >Strange interest in the legend of the Chupacabra for some stupid reason (added this because reasons) >Afraid of the dark, naturally >Family decides to have bonfire by the row of huge trees in the massive backyard behind the house >Plenty of pine trees block the view of the house from this distance >I go out to set chairs around the fire pit >8 - 9 PM, late summer, sorta dark, scared of anything that moves >Some nuts fall from the tree above >Happens all the time, but there were a bunch now >Look up >Uh oh >Movement about thirty feet in the tree >Mass of dark fur just chilling in the tree, hanging from branch by hands and feet, looking kind of like a sloth >How is this thing not snapping the branch with its weight >Squeaky sounds >Thing falls out of the tree and like quadruples in size >It flies away

It was a giant bat, like one of those flying foxes, but it was HUGE and was apparently alright with Michigan's crappy weather. Never saw it again, and apparently neither has anyone else.



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>windy sunday afternoon, decide to go geo caching with gf >end up doing a multicache somewhere in Maastricht, Belgian border. A multicache is like a walking tour that ultimately leads to the discovery of a cache. >everything goes fine, nice walk through a park >just need to calculate final coordinates, all seems ok >we find the final coordinates: 50°51.503 5°38.984 and because we're geocache noobs we end up using the google maps app to find the location >we end up with google maps sending us to the location in the attached picture, which is just on the dutch side of the NL/Belgian border

>it's the end of the afternoon and dusk is starting to fall >we see the burned, abandoned house where the cache is supposed to be and we start to feel uncomfortable >as you can see in the picture there is a path between the two fences and people appeared to have walked there before, so we think it's just a spooky climax to a multicache >the remainings of the house are overwhelmed with trees and bushes, everything not stone is burned (wish I took some pictures of this) >we look for the cache but the final marker on google maps seems to be further to the back of the house >a path leads to the back of the house and I see two tents standing in whats left of the back yard >they seem to have been set up recently because theyre not dirty or anything >wondering what people are doing camping out here on the border, in the crappy backyard of an abandoned burned house >really don't feel comfortable because of the darkness kicking in and the spooky location >turn around back to the inside of the house >hear footsteps coming from the tents >the footsteps stall around the corner so we have no idea who it was >we also freeze and just stand there for a moment, listening >we nope out of there

>On our way home my gf and I talk about the weirdness of the final location, because the tour before the final cache was a comfortable easy walk through a reasonably crowded park. >Recheck the coordinates at home >apparently google maps automatically converted the location to the closest address nearby the coordinates. Kinda freaks us out.



[634]

Not too creepy, but after this I can't sleep in my own room anymore.

>be babysitting 9 month old nephew >he can't seem to be put to sleep >it's 2 AM and the kid won't sleep >keeps staring into the upstairs hallway >arm chair we were sitting in was in direct sight of hallway >I begin to humor myself and tell the kid "That's just my friend." >I look into the hallway and yell "Go away!" >mfw a shadow moves from the bedroom across mine to my bedroom >mfw it never seemed to leave my room >nope.jpg



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>be 17 >be asleep in my bed >dreaming of ex gf I just broke up with >start to half wake up >hear snoring next to me >sleeping alone >still half asleep > "Oh, that's just (girlfriend's name)." >snap out of it >realize I'm alone >but if I'm alone, who's snoring? >turn around >see random girl at the side of my bed >wearing a black and white polka dot dress >staring contest >she starts to fade >everything but her eyes >blink, she's gone >freak out and pull an all-nighter

That was the only thing that I can remember vividly. The hearing the snoring is what got me the most. I tried to console myself by thinking that perhaps my eyes were just messing with me, but hearing snoring then seeing that...

I don't know, man.



[636]

>at age 14 >3AM >Hungry >I had a loft bed so I had to climb a ladder down from it >Sit up in my bed and start climbing down >Look at picture of me and my family on a roller coaster which is on dresser across my room >The picture quickly fades from normal out to a decomposing face of a woman staring me directly in the eyes >I freeze and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up >I'm terrified, its cold, glassed over eyes are following mine >I manage to force out a scream and my mother comes running into the room >"What's wrong anon?" >I tell my mom and point to the picture which has turned back to normal



[637]

>be 14 >live in northern Oklahoma >joke with friends about how the whole place is an unmarked indian burial ground >get home from school to an empty house >open bedroom door >hear someone scream GET OUT >get shoved back against the hallway closet >NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE >run outta there and refuse to go back til parents come home



[638]

This happened maybe a week or two ago.

>laying in bed facing the window >gf also in bed behind me >clearly feel her pull my shoulder >don't want to roll over, so I roll my shoulder back to let her hand slide off >decide immediately that I should see what she wants because she didn't say anything which is unusual >she's wrapped up tight in the covers facing the other direction I just assumed I was paranoid and went to sleep.

>Next day we were both tired >we decide to go to bed and she tells me I have to stop talking to her because it kept her up >insist I was quiet and went straight to sleep (secretly recalling that I made it a point not to mention feeling a hand grabbing me) >she says I went to sleep fine, but at 4 am I kept her up asking if she just grabbed me >don't remember any of that >she says it was in clear, conversational voice as though I was wide awake

Never told her because I know SHE wouldn't get any sleep then.



[639]

I'm skeptic about paranormal phenoma, but I've experienced very creepy things. Ironically, my two eeriest experiences both took place during All Saint's Day:

>It was All Saint's Day night, 2 years ago (I should mention that Halloween is not celebrated where I live) About 3 AM >I suddenly wake up frightened and jump out of my bed >My feet aren't responding and I fall to the floor >I feel like if someone is holding them >OHMYGODNOPE >I crawl towards the door in absolute darkness and slam the latch until it opens >I burst into the bathroom hyperventilating and my dad comes out to see what's going on >It takes me some minutes to calm down and come to my senses >I return to bed, but I don't sleep a wink all night

I experienced the same kind of sudden night fright a couple of weeks ago, but this time I regained consciousness when I was just about to jump through the bathroom's window.

Here's the other experience.

>Exactly a year after I was staying with a couple of friends in one of them's house, near the woody countryside (again, we don't celebrate Halloween here, so we were playing videogames and watching some trashy sci-fi show.) >we get bored so we decide to go for a walk and take our friend's dog with us. It's probably 2 AM >we get pass the house block and approach the forest path where a creepy old house stands >as we are getting close the dog starts moaning >the iron gate in the front of the house is rattling as if blown by the wind, but the air is still >theheckisgoingon.jpeg >the dog refuses to go further so we go back to my friends house and leave it there >we return to the forest path >as we are walking something jumps from the bushes >just a toad passing by >some minutes later we are alarmed by some grunts and shaking bushes a couple of >probably just a boar, but that freaks us up even more >our friend leads us to a place deep within the forest >the tree branches are entangled at the top forming some sort of tunnel, and a little stream flows by >there are a lot of fireflies on the place and frogs are croaking >it's beautiful >all of the sudden we start to hear some low-pitched murmurs all around us >the murmurs get louder >we scan the place with our flashlights but nothing can be seen >we get out of there and return to our friend's house.



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>be 10 >be halloween >at home sick and raging mad cause I'll have to hear everyone talking about trick or treating tomorrow >go to call the cats inside(we have 2, one black one calico) >black cat comes bounding up to the door >acting weirdly nervous but whatever, I pick him up and bring him in   >calico starts freaking out, spitting and hissing >chases him back outside, he runs out into the darkness >yelling at calico when black cat suddenly trots up and goes in   >calico's fine >realize that was a strange black cat that let me pick him up and bring him inside >on Halloween >NOPE.java



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>be 7 >Living in older house in a suburb area >me and my bro shared a room upstairs >be sleeping all of a sudden I hear a baby crying >bro wakes up and asks if I hear that >investigate >the sound is coming from inside the drywall >there is no baby that lives in the house >freak out and we both climb in bed with our parents

It happens every night after that until one day we got so fed up we broke a hole in the dry wall to save the baby and it just stopped from that point forward.

And another one, same house:

>be downstairs >hear someone saying "hello hello" >think it's my grandpa, who randomly stops by >follow the sound think it's coming from the backdoor >get to back door and notice it's coming from the basement >follow it slowly >it leads me to a door in the basement >this doors had like 6 padlocks on it since we moved in >put my hand on the door and it stopped >noped all the way to my mom's legs

My mom later told us a baby and an elderly man passed away in that house and she would hear the old man too but, didn't believe us about the baby because we would get her every night and when she got upstairs it wouldn't be crying anymore. Still gives me and my bro the shivers when we think about it.



[642]

>be around 9/10 >share room with sister 'cause we were poor >wake up in middle of night, open eyes >see sister standing in middle of room >anon? what you doing? >she says nothing, but slowly looks up at me   >look at the bottom bunk to see my sister sound asleep >look back up to see this girl, who is definitely not my sister staring at me. >put head under covers, turn on tv, and don't look out again until I wake up   >NOPE



[643]

>Be around seven, possibly younger >Live in Ontario >In the country >Go to friends house >Daytime >Playing games on his parents computer >Look outside >There is a guy in a black suit with a black hat, possibly wearing sunglasses walking through his front yard >Point him out to friend >Friend sees him too >Man walks behind a tree >Doesn't appear on the other side >Go outside, curious >Hear weird sounds (could have been laughter, too long ago to really remember   >backinside



[644]

>Be 12-14 years old >trying to go to sleep early, 11:30. >Hear a voice outside my window >Sounded like dad, so opened blinds to see. >Some weird black creature covered in wool standing in street >even though it was so far the voice sounded like it was right next to me. >Voice said "Hurry, you're losing your grip on him." >a different voice said "I'll make him 0344." >Ears ring >Run to livingroom to tell my parents what I saw >They where asleep >it was 03:00 in the morning >in the morning parents said I was up way too late, and I looked sick. >3 years later I hear voices again >tried to ignore it but I couldn't >couldn't make it out >I opened my eyes, thought it was Friday. >My parents asked me if I was feeling better >"What do you mean" I ask. >"You have been sick for 2 days" she said. >I laughed because she jokes like that sometimes. >"You kept talking about how you were in trouble, like someone was mad" she said. >mfw it was Sunday >mfw when I heard the voice say "plug them both" >mfw my mom was sick >mfw she didn't remember what I said



[645]

>Junior Year of High School >In English Class writing an essay >hear faint screaming >looks up, nobody else is bothered by it >it happens a few weeks later, this time when doing a group activity >"What's wrong anon?" >"Oh nothing." >Ignore the faint screaming for the rest of the year

I hear it every so often still. It's probably me having a mental illness that I don't want to tell a doctor about, then something actual paranormal though.



[646]

> about 12 > Staying at aunts house because parents out of town > House is old turn of century Victorian monstousity. > Stay in living room on hidabed with bro. > Because aunt said there was something wrong with back bedroom > first night sleeping, wake when I feel my brother get up to go to restroom. > Fall back asleep waken up again when brother gets back in bed. > Crap, now I got to go > get up go to bathroom the door is shut light on. > Brother left light on open door brother is curled up on floor fetal position > WTF? > Look down hall see dark figure laying on bed hear soft chuckling. > nope > shut and lock bathriom door spend night sleeping in bath tub.

Did that till parents came back.



[647]

>be 16 >been always curious of the paranormal >I'm looking up Ouija Boards in the living room >it's already pretty cold as the house was built in the late 18th century, then rebuilt as it was burned to the ground for unknown reasons in the early 19th century >I'm sitting on the sofa on the laptop, looking a various stories and prices of Ouija boards >suddenly door slams shut, the sofa is lifted slightly and the cats start hissing >sit there for 2 minutes >steadily make it to my mum and dad's room >wake my mum >I'm panicking telling her what happened >sleep in my mums room that night

It still freaks me out to this day and I still get an odd feeling when ever I'm alone in the house, especially the living room and upstairs.

Here's my house if you want to do a bit of research on it, it's semi detached now but it use to be one big house. Google for some reason put the marker in the wrong place, it's the farm that's on the left.

Low Worsall TS159PJ



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>Year or so ago >New house was just recently built and family moved in >About to leave room for a drink >Hear "I love you anon" out of nowhere >Look at dog that's on my bed and he's looks just as confused as I am >Ask brother if he said it, but it didn't sound too much like him and he said no

A little while later my dog was in my mom's room at ~10pm and started growling at something that no one could see. For the past month or two I've also been hearing voices that I can't understand since it's going into an ear I don't hear too well out of.



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Mine was scary at the time but is probably, in the grand scheme, pretty lame.

>dog wakes me up at 2am >he's been sick so I've had to carry him up and down the stairs >figure he has to pee so whatever >he's whimpering and staring at the attic door next to my bed >awesome, probably squirrels again cuz I can hear the banging >pick up dog and start down stairs >something grabs my ponytail and yanks back hard enough that my feet go out from under me >lean back so I don't hurt the dog >legs tuck under me and I slide down the stairs, majorly scraping up my legs >dog whimper-growling at staring at top of stairs >look up at see my bedroom door slam hard >hear deep voice yell >nope-limp.png

I haven't had anything happen since and never had anything happen before so I don't know if I was just out of it and pissed the dog off by being a flailing moron but I was terrified at the time.



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>21 >move to a new city >living alone for the first time >be female >have long blond hair >wake up one morning >laying on my side >hair in my face >keep trying to roll over >still hair all over my neck and face >set up >realize my hair has been cut in the middle of the night >down to about 3 inches from my head >bits of hair scattered across the room >scream >call the police >hid in the bathroom until they come >police arrive >back door had been opened >hair is collected >obviously not all the hair that had been cut >police suspect the person took it with them >scared to death >move back home

5 months later

>get off work really late >get in my car >3 neat clumps of hair in the passenger's seat >blond, red, and black >contact police again >blond hair is confirmed for mine >no clue who the other hair came from >it's female though

It's been a year now and my parent's and I all moved 3 different times now. I can't sleep alone and sleep on a roll away bed in my parents'.



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>be 2 years ago >walking home from friend's house after drinks >neighborhood kinda sketchy >accidentally kick something with my foot >look down >some sort of hand-puppet >looks hand-made, worn leather, button eyes and kinda dirty and jagged in some partys, smells like chicken though (KFC 3 blocks away?, Don't know how they're related) >take it home

2 years later:

>read this thread >remember the hand puppet >WHEREDIDTHATGUYGO?



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>be now on cemetery >day of the dead in the Philippines >traversing through dark part >climb some tombs to look where relatives are >most tombs in rural areas are not underground. >just a concrete box with a marble headstone >sometimes stacked to 5+ or 2m+ >stepped with a thump on top. >heard another thump from bottom. >felt it near my feet >NOPENOPENOPE.swf



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Not really nope here, but curious something from late at night.

>Much more recent, sometime last month >4 AM >Can't sleep >Listening to music with my laptop, browsing internet pages, nothing special >Suddenly I feel like something is about to happen >Look to the door of my room >Air grows thick, I can feel something coming by its presence >Door opens >Nothing there >No, there is definitely something >Blink a few times >Nope. Not seeing anything. >Shrug, go back to messing with my laptop >Something heavy sits down on the bed >Look over to see if it's the cat >No cat in sight >Bed being pressed on in that spot though >Actually feels really comforting and friendly >Blink once, actually see a figure sitting there >Beautiful. >Watches my laptop with me >Finish listening to the music I was playing >Feel like I can actually sleep now if I try >Hear a whisper, almost distant >Asks me not to share details on how it looks >Says goodnight >I fall asleep

>Best night of rest in months >When I wake up, the door is closed again >I woke up before the others living in the same house

Still not sure what happened there.



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>Living alone at my apartment at the time >Living alone so I keep door open so the steam doesn't stagnant in the bathroom >Be taking a shower >I forgot the shampoo by the sink >Open curtain >In mirror, I see a white face with the only feature of a huge smile on the other side of the doorframe >Jump outta the shower and slam and lock the door >Hear something with loud footsteps around my place >Put clothes on >Climb out window (Thank God I'm on the first floor) >NopeNopeNope'd to my friend's place.

Afternote: Got back about half an hour later with a couple of my friends. My place was completely trashed, but all my doors and windows were still locked. Nothing in my place. Bathroom door was still locked too.)

inb4: Slenderman. This thing wasn't tall or lanky, it was quite the opposite. Probably around 5 ft tall.



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>Be 18 >Come home early, as we were practicing graduation stuff >Stop in middle of hallway, notice the handle from the basement door is on floor >??? >Put it back on >Old house; family is too lazy to even fix a door handle >Opens door to investigate >Sees muddy footprints leading a trail from the washing machine, which is right under a window, to the stairs >Nope upstairs and slam and bolt lock the door shut at lightning speed >Call mom to let her know someone tried to break in

>Be 10-ish >Finally allowed to stay home alone, can go home after school instead of day care, etc >Doing chores >Open up attitc door to get vacuum, as we store it in the little space next to the stairs >Notice there are claw and gouge marks on attic door >Quietly shut door, lock it, and push loveseat against it >I regret signing up for this

>Be nine >Parents divorced when I was like, seven, so I've been living with my mom since then >Have an old house, okay-sized for two people >Our property isn't overly huge, but we have a rental house behind ours >Woman who used to rent it moved out a few months ago, so it's vacant. >An older man shows up on doorstep, asking for his son, explaining that his son's friend lives with us. >Mom was like "??? No one by that name lives here. It's just us." >Dude insists, but mom keeps telling him no one lives here. >After he leaves, she tells me to stay by the back door with the phone and if she's not back in five minutes, to call the cops. >TERROR as I watch her go into the rental house to check it out >She comes back fine and dandy just as cops pull up >They say they're looking for the same kid as the father, asks to search our property >Mom makes me go into my room >Years later I learned someone broke into our rental house and squatted in it. Dunno who it was or whatever happened to the kid the father was looking for, tho. :( Kind of spooky to think about, it was right in my backyard.



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Not paranormal, but pretty weird I guess.

>Be about 16 >Walking through trail behind woods with girlfriend >Walking back to car >Walk past black lady with a dog >Walk a little bit more >Get sudden urge to turn around >Black lady is standing there staring at us with no dog >We run back to car >Take a minute to put radio in >Girlfriend was watching me or something, not looking up >We both look up >Black lady is walking side to side at the edge of the woods staring at us >Still no dog >Speed out of there >Never go back



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> Be 6 > midnight still don't want to sleep > sister's passed out next to me decide to sit in silence > turn my head to look at clock > see man standing in the doorway > dad isn't suppose to come home from work for another few days > freak out and run crying to mom > "Oh how strange, the dog was barking at your doorway too." > thanksforthecomfort.jpg



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I have a couple nopes/ creepy happenings.

>Be about 12 >Aussie, 8:30 at night >It's summer, siblings are all in bed with lights off and fast asleep >Mum and her bf are in other end of our tiny lowerclass aussie home, watching TV >I have my own room, door was screwed and never closed properly >To make things even better, my pillows were facing my door, which was directly opposite the bathroom >3 to 5 meter's long and 2 meter wide crappy bathroom >Legit has a bath that takes up half of the room (just so you have a perspective) >Window above the sink, inline with the door >Previous tennants broke the window so it was stuck open 24/7 >Brushing my teeth at the sink >Brushing away, me being 12 I was scared of the dark >Refuse to look up, kept looking at the sink >Spit out the toothpaste and look up out of habit from the mornings >My backyard is small, has a large tin shed in it >See a white figure floating about 30cm, infront of the shed >No feet, but has a head, arms, shoulders, neck, hair, face, torso. >The figure (looks male) doesn't rotate its head or arms or anything, stands there for a minute or so >hair on my necks standing up, too scared to move >The figure floats across the backyard and disappears

Couple months after, I went into the shed to help my mum's bf and I ask why a beam supporting the roof is missing, he said that a guy hung himself on it years and years ago and police removed it.

>Few months later >same bed setup and room setup >mum got my door fixed and it shuts properly but still broken and hard to do >Mum makes sure it's closed before I go to bed >trying to train me to sleep with light off and door closed like a big boy does >Can't sleep for ages >I could never fall asleep in that house for some reason, I guess I subconciously knew something was wrong with it >Finally fall asleep at like 1am >Wake up a few hours later at like 3am or so >no idea why >I had just got out of sleeping with my head under the covers >Open my eyes and see a figure standing at the end of my bed >Freak out and pull the blanket over my head and curl into the fetal position and force my eyes closed

I have one more story of that house, and this is by far what scared me the most.

>About 14 or so >same room, but share it with my bro who's 2 years younger >Identical beds, opposite sides of the room, my bed's in the same spot as other stories, but moved downwards so I'm not looking into bathroom all night >Desk set up between our beds with a TV and PS2 >Mum says she needs to go out to go shopping and we'll be right for an hour >Hear the car leave >We have 2 windows in our room, one looks to the front yard and the other is right above the gate to the backyard that we padlock shut with a padlock and chain whenever parents are out >Look out window and see mum lock it before she leaves >about 45 minutes later >Door is slightly ajar, but not enough to see anything of the rest of the house, but mums room is next to ours and we can see if someone goes in there >Playing Hitman on PS2, taking in turns >Really old gate, the bottom of it grinds on the conrete and it makes a distinctive noise when it's opening due to rusty joints >Hear the gate open >I drop the controller and we look at eachother at the exact same time >Know for a fact mum closed it with the padlock, we watched her >We agree that mum didn't lock properly and a dog nudged it open >Hear the back door open and slam closed >freaking out 100000% and NOPE slam our bedroom door closed >Every door makes noise when you open and close it due to old rundown house >Hear paper rustling and crunching and being thrown around >Only paper in the house is in mums room next to her computer and printer >We had magazines in the kitchen which was right next to back door, but it didn't sound like that >Bro and I confused and terrified >Don't move for 20 minutes >Convince eachother whatever it was is gone >Open the blind thats covering the window to the gate >See it's open and see chain and padlock on the ground intact >Mum gets home but neither of us have ever talked about the incident ever.

This happened to my dad:

>Be about 3 or 4 >In bed, shared room with my 2 older brothers >Mum is still awake, she leaves the door open and hallway light on >Roll over and open my eyes >See, what I can only describe as a human butterfly standing in the doorway, same height as it >Scream and run through it to mum and tell her >years later I forget about it and mum mentions to a friend and says it was probably an angel

This happened to a family friend, on my grandmothers' side of the family:

>Family friend is recently married, she's going on a holiday with her new husband and 6 year old daughter to England >Few weeks in they go on a tour of this really old house >Really old house, like 16th or 17th century or something >The tour guide's family owns the house, his ancestors built it >He's giving them a tour >The little girl points to a wall and asks where the door went that used to be there >He says that there was never a door there >Tour goes on, again their daughter points out an area of the room and asked why the door moved, it used to be on the other wall >Again he says the same thing >After the tour he asks them to stay behind >He calls his father and asks him to find and bring over the original house plans >He comes over and they ask the little girl to describe the house and she knows it >As she describes it, the jaws of the father and son slowly reach the floor >She's describing every single detail of the house from the original plans >No way at all she could know all of this, let alone even one thing.

This happened to my father, last story

>He was about 4 years old >In a car trip with his mum and 2 brothers >He randomly says "It's snowing where my other family lives" >His mum is really confused and asks what he means >He says that his nanny used to tell him that when it's snowing here, it's hot and sunny on the other side of the world (We're from Australia) >Grandma asked what else he remembers >He was a little girl, he died at about 6 or 7 years old >Old house, was wooden and he remembers it was snowing when he died >She asked him where he was >He says it was a rather big and new country called "Amermca" >He's 4 and hasn't even started school yet, he couldn't have known this.

My dad had a really weird childhood. Apparently he used to talk in his sleep, as in, have full on coherent conversations with somebody who wasn't there.

But it wasn't in english. It was in no language spoken on this earth today. Clearly it was a real language and not english, but it was an intelligent language as comprehensible as english. I used to stay at his house and slept in his room and I would hear him speaking in it sometimes.

Feel free to add my OC to your collection. Would love for these stories to be told and immortalised. Never really told people before.



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>be about 13 years old >spending the night at a friend's house >playing with a ouija board >asking normal stupid stuff, everyone's laughing about it, etc. >in between questions >planchette starts moving despite no current question >"Can I come in?" >"Okay guys haha who did tha-" >faint knock on the door. >everyone heard it >idiot teenagers convince ourselves it was nothing >nervous now, ask another unrelated question >"Can I come in?" >louder knock >FORGET THIS >nobody sleeps all night >nobody wants to open the door in the morning



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>Be 12 >My whole family goes swimming >Scared to swim in the sea >After some time I jump in the water >Swim for 30 minutes >About to go up >Feel something grab my legs >Dragging me down >Swallow a ton of water >Dad jumps in the water >Saves me from "Something" >Tell my parents something dragged me down >See later on the news that some kid drowned right there a couple of weeks after we were there



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>be 14 >staying over at grandmas house >wake up in the middle of the night, not sure what time as I had no watch >super dark, but moon is out so still able to see fairly well >open door right at the foot of the bed, hallway outside >I realize the room has become very cold, but it was winter so I thought nothing of it   >hear creaking out in hallway >suddenly I see something coming in to the right of the doorframe, best way to describe it would be thin semi-transparent fingers, but more fluid in motion >when they "grab" into the doorframe, a sound much like tape being pulled from a surface is heard >nope.jpg >I start to hear a sound like a buzz or running water >vision starts to narrow, edges going dark >something bigger, a dark mass comes into view in the doorway >It goes away and I find myself staring at an empty doorway, no sounds can be heard anymore >feeling like I zoned out for a moment, like I am unsure what happened for the last couple of minutes >noped out and closed the door, watched MTV until the sun came up



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>Be 14-15 >Live with grandma because parents kicked me out >Have to clean, watch kids all day >Kids get me mad so I just go to my room >I close the door and sit on the foot of my bed >Hear scratchy voice say >"Hit themm, they're only kids they won't remember anyway, It'll be okaaaay" >Turn to look around nothing, >Go out to living room with family >Never mentioned it to anyone.

>Couple weeks later > I was baby sitting for the night >And I put everyone to bed early so I just finished cleaning and I was going to go to bed >I'm sitting in my room 2-3 ish >I lay down and face the wall >I hear foot steps. then a door openening. >I just lay there silently, listening >I hear >"Anon, Burn them all anon, it's okay, I'll be here with you doing it, blame me, Just burn them" >I froze in bed with fear. see dark reflection standing at the head of my bed facing me. >I pass out.



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This happened during the summer of my junior year in high school.

>be visiting Scotland >be in Edinburgh >be walking around Greyfriar's Kirkyard >hear stories of malevolent spirit called Mackenzie Poltergeist >find its mausoleum >look inside, real dark can't see anything >make sarcastic comment about ghost >immediately hear a deep, resonating moan >"OOOOOOO" >nope.jpg >left the kirkyard immediately

I know it sounds silly, but I swear it's what I heard.



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>be 15 >home alone >door bell rings >who can it be now? >goes to door and opens it   >no one's there >door bell still ringing >wat.jpg >closes door >door bell continues to ring >gets louder >nope.jpg >please stop >door bell rings for 30 minutes straight >it stops



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This happened to my dad when I was in my late teens. We lived in a small neighborhood on the outskirts of town, sort of dumpy but ok. My best friend lived two houses down, and the house that separated us was this huge clapboard monster in the middle of a huge creepy lot, overgrown with weeds and filled with cherub statues and the like.

Basically your quintessential haunted house scenario but it gets a bit better. The house was a favorite break-in spot for the neighborhood kids, it sat abandoned for as long as anyone I spoke to could remember, and was in all appearances abandoned hastily. The rumor was the only inhabitant died there and left no heirs, which appeared likely enough. The pantries were full of ancient gently rotting food and the place was full of furniture and artifacts. The place creeped me out pretty bad, but I never encountered anything ghostly myself, but there was this:

>be my dad >be drinking keystones in the garage as night falls >gets it into his head to go explore the house, maybe take a couple souvenirs. >grabs a maglight, hops the fence, and breaks in >pokes around the ground floor for a bit, then works his way upstairs >upstairs is nothing but huge loft bedroom. >Four poster bed, vanity table, garbage. >Finds a couple of metal pitchers, could be tarnished silver. Snags them. >Faint noise from downstairs >Turn of maglight and freeze. >Noise stops. Could have been rats. >Time to leave, maglight on, moving in general direction of out >Noise returns, closer this time. Something moving his way. >Again, maglight off and freeze. >Again noise stops. >Def time to leave. Maglight back on and heading for the stairs >Noise is closer still, and indistinct voices could be heard. >Crap pants, turn off light, hit the brakes. >Noise stops. >wtf.dad >Voices coming from the staircase, close enough to be identified, but not understood- sounds like japanese >Enough is enough, run out of house like hair is on fire

Not much more to say, really. Dad returned to the garage with his prizes in tow (the pitchers) and presumably finished off his beer.

Cute story, but the interestingly vindicating part came a couple years later. My parents were considering buying that plot of land, tearing down the house and building something for themselves in its place. Never came to anything, but in researching who actually owned the property they found an interesting fact. The last person to live in that house did indeed die alone there, and, not even kidding, he was indeed totally Japanese. As for the pitchers, my brother took one of them to decorate his apartment after moving out, and claimed poltergeist activity connected to the relic until he disposed of it.



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>Be 7 or 8 >Uncle gives me a realistic looking stuffed animal cat for birthday >Named it Butterscotch, tried to convince best friend that we had gotten a real cat >Day filled with birthday fun >Time for bed >Put Butterscotch on top of the dresser next to my bed >Go to sleep >Wake up in the middle of the night >Inexplicably filled with heavy dread >Only light is the dim orange glow from a street light down the block >I look over at Butterscotch >It slowly turns its head to look directly at me   >As I watch, it just as slowly begins to open its mouth >Mouth is full of razor-sharp teeth, gleaming orange in the light >Warm terror floods me   >Nope! >I snuggle down under the covers and turn my back on it. >I force myself to fall asleep again. >Next morning I shove Butterscotch into the back of my closet.



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>be 16 or 17 >it's really hot, mom and I sleeping on couch in living room >while falling asleep, feel like darkness in hallway leading to the living room is pulsating >start dreaming of linebacker sized man standing just at entrance to living room >he's angry and trying to come into the living room but can't >wake up, mom wakes up at the same time >she was having the same dream

My mom sees ghosts as fully fledged people (I just see shapes and feel emotions.)

>be newborn >mom sees ghost around house all the time >he's an angry fat man >one day she looks up while holding me and he's standing at the door staring at me angrily >she threatens to burn the house down >no more problems

I've lived in a lot of old places and seeing a lot of nope.

When I lived in the house my family has owned since the late 1800s we had good things in the house. I used to see little trinkets and gold things raining down on me right before I went to sleep. Anti-nope, but has anyone else seen that?



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I had a weird thing happen with my cousin one time…

>be 8-10 yrs old. >visit cousin who lives 5 hours away, he's a month older than me and we had great times together >late one night, cousin falls asleep while I'm talking to him, he's on the top bunk >sister sleeping on bottom bunk, me on the floor >I'm laying there awake, both of them asleep >Then my cousin starts shifting in his bed, and climbs down the bunk ladder >he stands next to me while I'm laying there, I'm convinced he's screwing with me >'What are you doing, Anon?' I whisper, 'You're being weird dude,' I say >He starts walking at me, as if he wants to hurt me, I get up >I push him away, 'Stop it dude, this isn't funny.' I whisper shouted >He comes right back at me, faster now, I push him way harder (genuinely pissed off) >Still convinced he's just trying to be funny or some crap, tell him he's being an idiot >I climbed onto the bottom bunk where my sister was sleeping and hid between her and the wall >He reached over and tried to grab me so I shook him off and climbed back over her >He walked fast towards me, so I booted him in the chest, and he fell into the outlet-nightlight thing >look of pain on his face convinces me he's just screwing around >he climbs back up into bed and goes to sleep >I lay there confused…

I talked to my cousin about this a the next day, totally denied it. Typical right? asked him about it years later, still denies any recollection of the event. I think, 'Wow he's really committed to this stupid joke.' A few weeks ago I visited my cousin again...

>(both of us are 19 years old now) and we (auntie, uncle, my mom, grandma and I) are sitting in the living room chatting. >Auntie brings up how my cousin used to have some serious sleep walking issues when he was younger >mentions how she'd wake up and he'd be standing in the living room n' crap, just doing nothing… >Then says, 'Oh tell Anon about what happened to you the other night!' >cousin is hesitant, doesn't tell story. >later that night him and I are reminiscing in his room, I bring up the 'story' >he says, a few weeks ago he was sleeping, and was having this awful dream where this fricken creepy old man was chasing him and grabbing at his ankle >cousin keeps shaking the old guy off, but the guy's darn persistent >cousin wakes up, and is standing next to his bed facing the door and holding all of his blankets above his bed with one hand >cousin is absolutely stunned with fear >after a few minutes of standing there, cousin NOPES back to bed >tells me how scared his still is of that…

Not sure what to make of that, or whether he was legitimately sleep walking when he attacked me that night when we were 8-10ish, but seriously. Wtf is up with that? Just glad none of that crap happens to me.



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>be 20 >went to a party with my best friend and his brother >got a little drunk in the party >we all went back to friend's house >really old house, was built around 1800's >eating some snacks when I hear a strange sound coming from upstairs >"Dude, didn't you say we were alone?" >both have this weird look on their faces, brother says "Just ignore it" >ok.jpg >playing CoD in the living when suddenly large figure walks/levitates across the hallway. >"What is that?!" >friend says "It's my grandma, she died here around 20 years ago and she doesn't like strangers... just ignore her and she will go away" NOPE.avi >couldn't sleep that night, was there lying on the floor with a blanket and a pillow, ready to jump through the window



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>Visit my grandparents' house after work one night to say hello >Grandmother asks if I'm sleeping over >okay, I guess. nothing better to do >I go on computer to browse 4chan for a while >At 9 they both go to bed, my grandmother and grandfather >"Make sure to turn off the lights when you go to bed anon" >K >Silence for hours, not listening to music or anything >Suddenly, I become aware of the silence, and I'm surprised by it >Realize the passing of cars has silenced, and all ambient noise from the house is muted (fridge, water cooler, etc.) >That's when it got unnaturally chilly >I have my back to the open dark void that is the unlit kitchen >Out of nowhere, hear VERY distinct footsteps rapidly scurrying toward me >my grandparents are in their beds on the second floor >NOPE >Check the clock on laptop >12:01 >NOPENOPENOPE >Hear the scurrying getting closer in another short burst >turn around to see wtf is going on >see only the darkness of the kitchen >something small and black, cast in shadow, darts away from behind the corner of the wall >hear footsteps moving away from scene >NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPEUPSTAIRSINTOMYBED >Turn all the lights on >in bed literally within 15 seconds of happening

The memory haunts me.



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>brother is moving into his new house so I have to go help him move and watch the kids for the next 3 days till him and his ex can work daycare out >showing me around the new house >in an offshoot room of the garage >there's a canning room >big deadbolt and padlock on the door >the deadbolt is kinda half hanging on like the screw's are in the wall but are loose like it's been pounded from the other side >he unlocks it to show me this massive canning room with lots of shelves >step inside it, instantly gets freezing, but I don't mind and walk in >he tries to turn on the light bulb but it just flickers and goes out with a loud "pop" > I jokingly say "2spooky4me" and with that we walk out and he show's me the rest of the house > about a day later or so he has some friends over to help move the heavier stuff >I'm inside watching the kids at this point and he's showing them the garage >after were done moving everything his friends are getting ready to leave, and as I'm walking over to them and my brother to tell them goodbye, I hear them talking to my brother about a "bad spirit" that was in the canning room and that one of his two friends didn't even want him to open the door (his two friends are brothers by the way who are both pretty "in tune" with the spiritual) I >look up at my brother and he has sort of a grim look on his face >they leave >later come to find out that the previous owner died in that room >later find out that he didn't tell either of them this

Don't believe in that type of thing, but man, I had to sleep in that house for 4 days or so after they ruined it for me.



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>Moved to a house in a different part of town >immediately after moving in, I noticed the house had an unsettling feel to it. Like a feeling of being watched constantly >Especially uneasy at night and in the laundry room downstairs >one night I was trying to go to sleep, when I felt a hand grasp onto my left ankle >turned to see a tall white transparent figure at the foot of my bed >It stood there for maybe 3 or 4 seconds before turning and walking out my door.

That was the only time I ever saw the spirit. But whenever I was alone in the house I'd hear footsteps going up and down the main stair case, and I'd hear doors opening and shutting in the house. few times I'd even come home to my stuff rearranged, with one time having a chair in my room pulled to the other side of the room and set to face my bed.



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>Be 2 days ago >Live in 2 story home, me and my mom upstairs, grandparents downstairs. >Front door opens, hear "I'm home!" >Usual line from mom when she comes home from work. >Waiting, no one comes up the stairs. >Figure I imagined it or whatever. >10 minutes later, grandpa comes upstairs. >"Is your mother here? We heard her come in and call out about 10 minutes ago" >I was up there alone. >NOPE.jpeg

She came home a few minutes later, and both my grandparents plus myself clearly heard the door opening and a voice calling out "I'm home!". Can't explain it.



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Happened last night.

>be in kitchen cooking food >home alone and house silent >suddenly hear a whistling beside my left ear and can feel breath on my neck >think it's my husband being stupid >turn around >nothing. Absolutely nothing there except the service hatch opened (I presume wind opened it) >absolute freakout >run to my room and turn on comedy

The tune was a really jolly one but I could never name it

This house is creepy, a couple of other things happen too.



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>be 10 or 11 >at my grandma's house >just after Christmas sleeping in my bed >older sister wakes me up around 6 or something like that >so we talk for like what feels like a hour >we hear knocking on my closet doors >it's a small closet and full of my grandma's stuff >I say to the closet "I'll give you $60 if you stop" just joking around >knocking stops for a few mins and then the main light in the room shuts off >me and sister run out of room >still can't explain what happened and still afraid to go in that room alone.



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> never had any mental health issues, always had a clean state of mind my entire life, healthy brain activity and all > just moved to a small town in northern Indiana > pretty new-ish, houses were mostly built in the 90s. > getting used to it, like the atmosphere already except for the fact that I live about a mile or two away from a factory. > about 12 - 2 AM one day. > parents and step-brother are out, staying in chicago > tired, about to head to bed. > suddenly hear the scariest noise I have ever heard in my entire life > sounds like a really faint blue whale call > brush it off, thinking it's nothing > out of nowhere it gets REALLY loud, windows are shaking > oh god no > go walk outside of the office and into my living room to see what it is > out of the corner of my eye I see this face staring at me out of my little step-brothers room > look towards it, thinking I'm just seeing things > it's staring me right in the face, not moving at all > raised, arched eyebrows, big smile, cone shaped head, small, beady eyes > NOPE > absolutely no idea what is going on > cold chill runs down my spine and I'm paralyzed with fear > finally regain the strength to run outside into the freezing cold. > sleep outside for a day or so, only go inside to eat food. there's still a really creepy aura about the house now. > call my dad to let him know what happened > he thinks I'm insane, tells me I'm just seeing things > whatever > go back inside once they get back home, a couple days past and I'm sleeping inside my room > wake up one day in the middle of the night, door is wide open and the same face is staring at me from inside the bathroom > mfw it was there all night, I couldn't go back to sleep, it wouldn't move, it was just there.



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>be 09 >go on honeymoon with wife >nice bed and breakfast by the beach >be there for about 3 days >all hours at random intervals we hear pounding footsteps in the suite upstairs >creepy but whatever, might be loud lovemakers or construction or something >wife starts getting sleep paralysis and also starts talking in her sleep >feel strange presence all the time >whatever, we're just being paranoid >get deathly ill on the last night, swine flu or something >be checking out >lady asks how our stay was >"Oh, it was fine except for the construction or whatever that was going on upstairs." >lady looks confused >wtf.jpg >"No one has been in that room for weeks." >noped right out of there



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> Years ago (at least 2002 probably) my Aunt and Uncle built a large addition on their home. > Added a large amount of space both upstairs and downstairs > Before the addition, going up the stairs led to a small landing with a bedroom to your left and right, and a bathroom straight ahead. > After the addition, the bedroom to the left and the bathroom were the same, but to the right became a hallway leading to more rooms. > They had hired a guy named Brian who the family knew to help out. > Not long after they were done my family went to visit to see it (we lived down the street anyway, so we were there a lot anyway) > I was maybe 10 or 11 > I thought that Brian had been there while we were there, so when I didn't see him in the living room where everyone else was I went to look for him > At the bottom of the stairs, which went up from a different room at the front of the house, I looked up and yelled his name > It was dark, but I swear I saw a human walk out of the bedroom on the left and into the hallway that was now on the right > Ran back into the living room where everyone else was still to say I thought Brian was trying to scare me > Everyone just assured me that Brian hadn't been there.

I don't know what I saw, but even nowadays when I visit there I stay away from the upstairs unless other people are up there as well.



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This happened about 2 weeks ago. Maybe not the creepiest ever, but the one most fresh in my memory.

>be on my computer at 12:30ish at night messaging gf, doing not much in particular >parents have gone to bed (so what I'm 23 and I still live with my parents) >figure I'll go to sleep too >freezing cold that night, make triple sure that every window is closed because if even one is open it makes the whole house freezing in the morning >say "goodnight" to parents but they're already fast asleep and snoring >hop into bed and continues messaging gf >quarter past 1am and I hear a door slam in the house >"wtf it is not windy at all and I closed every single window are you screwing with me?" >open my bedroom door and listen for wind >no wind in the house, absolutely silent >suddenly 2 footsteps and another door slam >"nope nope nope nooooooo nopity nope" shuts door hella fast and airdives for bed, pulling covers over my head >doors continue slamming in house, way more slams than there are doors(our doors are the kind that when they slam close they don't come open again until you go and physically turn the handle and open it) >lasts for like 10 minutes and I end up falling asleep soon after >morning time, ask parents what the hell they were doing last night and why did they need to slam every door in the house >they have absolutely no idea what I was talking about (dad sleeps with earplugs and mom is sorta a deep sleeper (it still should've woken her up though)) >be freaked out and go and buy a good knife, a baseball bat and a lock for my door that afternoon



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>decide to drive out to old cemetery with friends for late night drinking >front gate is grown over, have to go through woods to get to a side entrance >get halfway there and already daring each other to do stupid things >teenagers, acting tough but everyone a little nervous >suddenly, hear blood curdling scream come from inside cemetery >sounds like a woman in a horror movie >then, silence. >we sit quietly and wait >hear another scream, this one closer >turn and run back to truck, every man for himself >never go back

Years later, they caught a big cat...like a cougar or something...that had been prowling that area. that's most likely what we'd heard.



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>5th grade, moved to a new house closer to the school district >Kinda crappy house, paper thin walls, you can hear anything anywhere inside >Move is complete, everyone settled in >I'm on computer, dad is in basement office, mom and brother asleep >Previous residents died in this house, some things left over >Suddenly deadbolted and locked front door opens, hear screen door open too >front door slams shut, soon after screen door does too >Mom and brother wake up, dad comes upstairs >Find hat box in living room that was left from previous residents torn to shreds >Hat gone >Door was deadbolted and locked when we looked at it

My mother and I believe in spirits so we supposed this hat meant something to the old woman that died here and she simply wanted it back.



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>be 12 >live in basement, brother's bedroom right next to mine >somewhere between 10pm and midnight laying in bed >suddenly noise of someone running then thumping into the wall outside my room >silence >three firm knocks on my door >again after a minute or two >silence >doorknob rattles >locked >constant stream of hard knocks for like 3min, scared witless >silence >three firm knocks on brother's door >silence >three firm knocks on brother's door >brother's door opens >brother's door closes

I brought it up in the morning and no one said they heard anything.



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>was about 11 >using the computer near the kitchen >play games online >suddenly feel uneasy >hear my name being whispered from outside >ignore it thinking I was just imagining things >whispering continues >freak out >check the door near the kitchen >it was open >wind blowing from outside and it was dark >no idea how it opened >only people in the house were my grandparents sleeping upstairs >shut and locked the door >run upstairs >sleep beside grandparents

I have no idea what or who that was.



[684]

>Just about to enter home, heard a full on knock on the front window from the inside, no one was inside >Sometimes see a shadow in my room at night that disappears when I look directly at it >Heard distinctive piano music playing downstairs at 4ish in the morning >Saw my mum reading a book in the corner of the room, despite her being at work (I had just woken up though)



[685]

>Must've been 11 or 12 >With class on school trip >Dorm rooms had 4 kids each >About to leave, forgotten my backpack and went to dorm room to retrieve it (Room can't be opened without a key) >Some random kid I didn't recognise sitting upright on the edge of the bed opposite me   >He's staring into space >Get my backpack and smile at him, hoping he'll return a smile or something back >Nope, just stares motionless in the same spot >Presume up to this day he was some weird kid who somehow got into the room. "Somehow"



[686]

>Live in pretty decent sized two story house >My room is at the very end of a long hallway. >I have one window that's about 20 feet of the ground that faces the neighbors house >Laying in bed >Tapping on window >Had a bad pidgeon problem at that house >Ignore it, figure it's just a dumb bird >My dad is sitting in the front yard with one of his friends. >I start thinking it's him, the tapping is continuing, almost getting louder >I go outside, he's just sitting in the garage playing beer pong with his friends. >Ask him if he's seen anything fly towards my window, nothing. >We have a floodlight that is triggered by motion right under my window. >It's off. >I go back to my room >The tapping has stopped >Lay down in my bed >Tapping starts again, loud as hell, like a fist. >Window is twenty feet off the ground, no way this is a bird or human >Run out of my room piss scared. >End up sleeping in the living room that night.

>Different house >Also two story, one bedroom downstairs, it's mine >A few days after my birthday, I had just turned 12 or 13 or something >Had these Dodger balloons floating around everywhere >They're mostly in the living room, right by my room. >Small area between my room and bathroom, about 5 by 5 feet. >I was watching Robot Chicken on adult swim >Light in said area turns on >Balloon floats into that room, probably seven feet off the ground >I figure it's just the AC blowing it away. >It floats into my room at a diagonal slope >it's even with my face >My heart is stopped. >I can't move >Hall light turns off immediately. >Balloon pops simultaneously >Nearly pass out from fear >Ended up shaking it off and falling asleep



[687]

>last night >taking garbage out >garbage cans are on side of house >no source of light on the side of my house besides the moon >walk back to house, see my dog looking at me from the corner where the side of the house and back yard meet. >"Come here anon dog!" >she runs back to her dog house wagging her tail playfully >this is normal for her, she's shy and playful >holdthephone.jog >she was wagging her tail >she couldn't have been, she was born with a stub >nope the my backyards gate at the speed of light >hear something giving chase >make it out of the gate in time >whatever it was hit the gate with the force of a thousand suns >gate somehow holds >lock all doors, close all blinds and turn off all lights >dog is curled up on couch sleeping



[688]

>attic is above garage >go into garage to get something >hear whistling >(not bird whistling, definitely someone whistling a tune) >freeze >whistling continues >whistle back >whistling stops >NOPE



[689]

>Be home alone; parents and sibling went to the store >About five o'clock in mid-winter so it gets dark out sooner. >Hear someone running around in my parents' bedroom which is down the hall. >"Pfft. Just the cat being weird." >Look towards my bed >Cat is sound asleep >ohgod.jpeg >Gotten broken into the year prior so I investigate >Barge into parents' bedroom with a baseball bat >Bedroom is empty. >Uh. >Exit, go back to room and shrug it off. >The sounds of foot steps continue. >screwthis.jpeg >Take all my pets, including my cat, downstairs and just hang out there til my parents get home. >The sounds of foot steps continues for the rest of night >Ends a bit before my parents get home three hours later.



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>be 16 at the time, living in Pittsburgh >mom is and has always been super into the paranormal >tells us stories all the time about how she used to live across from this huge cemetery, literally acres and acres of graves, and how she would see weird things all the time, including evidence of cult activity >ends up taking me and my younger brother out one day to drive through it because we're curious >wow this place is huge >feel unnerved and kind of creeped out even though it's in the middle of the day >other than that, nothing weird happens >mom stops the car in the middle of the cemetery and gets out and tries to scare us >while I'm distracted with yelling at her to stop being a jerk, my brother is staring out the window at the stone wall that separates the cemetery from the outside street >I see his eyes start to widen out of the corner of my eyes and he freaks out >he's practically in tears begging my mom to take us home >we both assume that he's upset at her for trying to scare us and leave like five minutes later >when we get home, he tells us that he saw a shadow by that wall, humanoid in shape, impossibly skinny, creeping as if it was tip-toeing and trying to get over the wall >nopenopenopenope

The way he described it moving was just so creepy that it still sticks with me.



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>Have friend in the Army >His parents are friends with mine, very close. All of us >He serves two tours >Comes back from the last tour really messed up >Living with his parents again >Drinking very heavily >He tells me some of the horrendous things him and his company did to people >7 months later he shoots himself >His parents are devastated >They decide to move because his mom can't be in the same house her son killed himself in >I help them move >Finishing up for the day with his dad >About to lock the doors and go home for the night >Out of nowhere his dad's coffee cup flies from the table into the wall and shatters >Look at his dad >Were both speechless >Never seen anything like that in my life >Still flabbergasted when I think about it

I wonder if he's haunting their old house, it's still on the market to this day. In the state I live in, real estate agents HAVE to disclose if there was a suicide or murder in the home. That's probably why it hasn't sold yet.



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>Be 13-14 >Cousin is visiting me until grandma is finished cooking (she lives a block away) >Watching TV, grandma calls for us to go eat >We go to put on our shoes >The front door is next to the upstairs stairs and you can pretty much see all the room doors from downstairs >Cousin notices there's a light coming from my mum's room >I go upstairs to investigate it >As I ascend the stairs I notice it's the TV >It's white noise being played >Door isn't closed, but is open with a slight crack >Push open door, about to walk in >As soon as I enter the doorway the TV shuts off >OHHELLNO.JPG >Dash downstairs and RUN to my grandparents house with my cousin

We never spoke of that night till years later, she told me she remembers that night and she was really scared because that same night she got really sick.



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> be 15-16 > live in VT, not much to do, not much around > me and 2 friends decide to walk to a McDonald's to play some MTG cause there's not much else to do   > about 3 am, pitch black, not many street lights in general, none around us    > see silhouette of some guy walking towards us    > we're all pretty big guys, not worried, he can mess with us if he wants > Practically runs into us   > Seems really surprised, says "Sorry boys, I couldn't see you with that blinding light behind you" > it's k   > he keeps walking, we look behind us    > the closest light post isn't for a solid 100 yards



[694]

>just got off work >eat dinner then take out garbage (I hate leaving garbage in there over night) >like hell I'm going through the back yard again >go around front of house >as I'm heading for the gate I notice something >chunk of the wood on the gate has been ripped off >intense feeling of being watched >nope.onion >speed walk at the speed of light back inside



[695]

>be 9 year old me >live in a rural area, house is located practically in a forest so it's very dark during daytime, let alone the night >be home alone on a cold winter night (around 11 PM) >sit in my room doing homework >suddenly, power outage >no streetlights, no moonlight, absolutely no source of light anywhere, just complete pitch-black darkness - feels like I'm in some kind of void >afraid of the dark >feel an inexplicable need to get out of the house >fumble around and feel my way out of the room as fast as I can, falling over various things along the way >eventually find the staircase (my room's on the 1st floor) >suddenly hear an unnerving, high-pitched hissing noise coming from right behind me; it sounded human but also kind of didn't - can't even find words to describe it, definitely not a bat or any animal of that sort >bolt down the stairs in a petrified frenzy >I'm halfway there when something grabs the back of my sweater, preventing further movement >kick, struggle and writhe around until it finally lets go (took a good 10 seconds) >hissing continues as I dash towards the front door >slam it open and run into the street barefoot (it was snowing) >wait in the cold until mother comes home >tell her the story, she doesn't believe me >power is back up at this point >go back to the house with her >she asks if I injured myself >what >there are drops of blood on the staircase >nope.jpg

Some other spooky things happened in that house afterwards, though I never heard the hissing again.



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>circa last summer >Over at my friend's house for the weekend >3am rolls around, friend is out cold but my insomnia keeps me awake >Out of nowhere he starts speaking in latin, not even his voice >wtf.jpg >Lay there silently as this goes on for a bout five minutes >Finally shuts up, alrightythen.jpg >Out of nowhere he yells "GET THE COFFIN!" >Definite nope.jpg face goin on >Sit there silently terrified for the rest of the night



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My parents got divorced 5 years ago, spend about half the time at my mom's apartment, half of it at my dad's house. I've lived in the house since I was born, have had weird experiences on and off there, but never at my mom's place.

Used to wake my parents up by screaming and pointing to a corner in my room, claiming there was a man staring at me. Don't really remember it myself, but remember always staring at the corner and always being scared of the dark.

>About 3½ years ago, had a nap and woke up when it was dark >Usually the TV's on but my dad turns it off when I'm asleep, he must've assumed I'd gone to sleep for real >sit up in the dark, about to stir my computer awake but take a minute because I feel weird >Hear 3 footsteps outside my door >like someone was slowly dragging their feet on the ground >absolutly freeze in fear, still in the dark >mind starts racing, what was that? >house is an old farm in the middle of nowhere, when it's dark it's pitchblack and when it's quiet it's absolutly still >grew up with constant fear at nighttime (parents refused to let me sleep with lights on until too late), heard a lot of noises I've grown used to explaining >like footsteps on attic is just stray cats, moving doors happens when someoen at the other end of the house opens a window or a door and creates a draft, etc >can't explain this >think it's my dad but I would've heard him come and eventually leave, also has heavier steps and would've poked his head through to check up on me (no other reason to go to that end of the house otherwise) >maybe a cat but again; would've heard it come and leave, and the step was too heavy and slow for a cat >suddenly feel like I'm suffocating >through the wall, like an image in my head, see a shadow standing right outside facing in >it's breathing heavily >sudden intense fear that I'm going to get crushed >eventually it fades away >sit a little longer before I man up >slide open door, there's nothing there obviously >walk through the house to the bathroom >sit down, the throne faces the door >again I feel like I'm suffocating >I see it again through the door, it's standing in the kitchen, looking at me through the wall >it wants to crush me >breathing heavily, I see its shoulder move >freeze for 5 minutes until I relax >open door and there's nothing there >think I'm overreacting, get to sleep >dream about a sleepover with friends >one after one they pass out or fall asleep without being able to wake up >shadow figure is constantly in the background of it >notice it but not really >end of the dream, I'm the only one left >it's coming for me now, closing in, nowhere to run >I'm stuck outside, pinned in a corner >it comes closer, complete shadow figure but I can feel it staring >it keeps coming and I can't breathe >dream ends with the shadow a few centimetres from my face >it told me something but I don't remember >never sleep in that room again

After my sister moved out, I got her room instead, and I don't "feel" it in there, but I can't walk past my old room without feeling as if I'm being stared down from the corner.



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>Dark as all hell outside >Be walking dogs, two min pins >Walk a bit to this church >Figure it'd be good to walk them around the trees >End up in front of glass door >Pitch black inside except for one light >Dog 1 is in the bush doing its biz >Dog 2 is looking through the door into the pitch black hallway >(The light is in another hallway, giving this one a yellow glow at the very end) >Doors in the hall are open, pitch black inside rooms >Dog's 2 back hairs start standing straight up >Dog 1 looks through the door, cause Dog 1 has been there awhile >Dog 2 instantly freezes, back hairs all the way up >They're both growling at this point >I take one last look, see nothing. >Kinda start nopeing away, >See something dark move through the window >Nope out of there



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>over fifteen years ago now >visiting grandfather & his wife in London for a few days >he rents a penthouse apartment in an upscale area of the city, stays in it for a few months out of the year when he's over in England >the place is absolutely luxurious >sleeping one night, when my brother who was around 7 at the time wakes up crying >our mother ends up soothing him back to sleep quickly and no one really thinks anything more of it   >the next day, brother mentions something about seeing an "Arab Man" standing in his room >grandfather's wife begins to become uncomfortable >explains to my mother how the man they rent the penthouse from is Egyptian and had died recently.

>a couple of months later, back at home... >he had an ear infection and one night he woken up delirious, so our mother sits with him all night >she said she was chilled to the bone when he feverishly cried

>"Mummy, mummy, there's an old man looking at me, in the corner of my room..."



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>2 years ago >be at my girlfriend-at-the-time's aunt's house babysitting with her >get sort of weird feeling when we walk it >whatever.html >after chilling for a bit at around 9PM we put the kids to bed >girlfriend and I go out to garage to smoke/rail some oxycotin >once we go back inside we start nodding and sit on the couch watching movies >she falls asleep on my lap, can't move without waking her. >hear some knocking about in the kitchen crane my neck to look >can't see anything so I yell you kids better get to bed! >nothing in response, only hear the movie at low volume >kindaweirdbutwhatever.jpg >continue to sit with my girl sleeping on my lap >few minutes later I hear the noise in the kitchen again >gently as possible move my girlfriend so I can look >creep to kitchen to sneak up on the kids >nothing again so I quietly walk to their room to see if they're in there >both in bed asleep sort of start to nope >go and sit back down on the couch >girlfriend asks what I was doing and I tell her I keep hearing stuff knocking about in kitchen >she kinda smiles, "it's probably a ghost" >She lays her head on my lap again and we return to watching movies but she stays awake this time >few minutes later I hear a noise in the hallway to the kids' room

Gonna take time to describe this house a bit. As soon as you walk in you're in the living room. To your right is a hallway that splits like a T into a bathroom on the left at the end, the kid's room on the left side, and the master bedroom on the right at the end. And there was a rug in the hallway kinda showing the way to the rooms.

>I look and kinda watch for a minute. >After a few seconds the freaking rug starts to inchworm its way down the hallway >wat.docx >I shake my girlfriend and whisper "Are you seeing this?" >she nods and sits up so I go to investigate >The rug is still moving but it's starting inch under the master bedroom door. >I slam the door open, and there is nothing. >rug stops moving. >allofmynope.exe >we stay wide awake for the rest of the evening freaking out until the parents come home.



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Incredibly shameful story from when I was about sixteen.

>friend and I walking down road, country kids with no money etc etc >old neighbors house (the house was old I mean, the woman herself had been dead for years) has a well built into the porch >yo anon lets see if any water left >I'm a dumb teenager and you can't stop me.jpeg >we peer into the well, can't see a thing >how deep do you think it is, anon? >look around to find something to drop in the well >glance at the front door >it's halfway open with a huge marks that look like scratches >me and my homie do doubletake >Screw it, let's go in >enter this poor old woman's shack >the first room furniture is just a couch >the floor is covered in unopened bills that presumably some of her family just dumped there >picture of her kids and husband on wall, dopey seventies clothes >hang in there kitty poster >[guilt intensifies] >let's just go man, this is weird >no anon check this >room to left is the kitchen and hoo boy >freaking HUGE jars of chemical looking stuff everywhere, rusty knives all up in the sink >some white powder everywhere on the table, floor >table is covered in the jars >yo is this meth stuff? >uhuhuh yeah I guess beavis >at this point we realize the house is only 4 rooms

>the next room is the bedroom >ominous feeling settles over us >no windows in that room, pitch black >might as well >bed is just one of those old metal frame antique things, no mattress >dresser in the corner still intact >but those weren't the first things I noticed, oh no >the freaking ropes on the bed were what I detected upon entry >what is this I'm sixteen and what >my friend points towards the ceiling >another rope hanging from the ceiling fan >maybe the old lady was kinky? >we try to distract ourselves >start rummaging through a dead womans dresser (this is why the story is shameful folks) >first drawer is mostly empty, just some chinese newspaper >well thats what I assumed it was, they were just little squares of paper covered in moonspeak >confusion building every second >we proceed to final room >it's just full of stuff, what I assume the lady's family hadn't wanted >just... random stuff, 8-track player, records, shoes, toys, etc >start to feel like a real jerk about the whole breaking and entering thing >friend is rummaging through stuff >but then I notice the backdoor >house has a backdoor that's just hanging wide open >um, was that like, open when we came in? >friend isn't listening, found some lighter fluid, box of matches >shakes it out all over the floor back in the living room >Hey man, stop it >dude no it's cool, it's expired, check it >friend is holding a box of matches

>match is now lit, friend is just laughing >that's uh... maybe? Does lighter fluid expire? >trust me man, trust me just look >yeah alright, I guess you're right >just let friend drop the match, just let it happen >lighter fluid on floor ignites >the unopened bills start catching fire >OH GOD ABORT ABORT >we look at each other, for maybe the last time >the well >rush out, start pulling the rope up like madmen >bucket is full of water, freaking miracles >run it back in, the rope is pulled tight, but we manage to pour it on the flames >most of fire is out, one flaming bills slides under the old couch, from the wind of our running I guess? >adrenaline flowing through me >I now have the strength of ten teenagers >hulk lift the couch and throw it aside >we stomp the flaming bill to death >WHY DID WE DO THAT >WE COULD HAVE DIED >I LOVE YOU, NO I LOVE YOU MAN >panic subsides and we calm down >look down near to the last bill >old moldy teddy bear was under the couch also >enough of this >we get out of there >house is torn down years later

Legit, one of my most guilty memories. It was terrifying for me, but not really spooky, sorry /x/.



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>be today >go out for food leaving the kitchen untidy >come back home and find the kitchen spotless with all the dishes clean and put away >ring fiancée to say thanks >"Erm anon, I haven't been back home in hours." >feel a slight chill



[703]

>be 13 >take dog for a walk, fairly small town, 5000 >Walk past the footyfields, practice going on >Walk behind the school, past the houses >a trail of sorts leads behind the houses, leads towards the supermarket >pitch black >It leads down, get feelings that I'm being watched, look to the right and see a horse >walk down further until there is no light from the houses anymore at all >This darkness is truly void of all good >mfw >Keep on walking >look to the right >vision becomes blurry, feet tremble, it looks like static >I don't realize what I was suppose to do until I walked about 30 metres >Dog going crazy >Run >I feel like this thing is attached to darkness >run beside creek up towards a street light >Make it >Feel relieved >realize that I'm still sort of in the darkness >dart towards supermarket >Tell parents, Excuse is that I was dehydrated



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>Have a cat that jumps into my window every time she wants to come inside >Cat makes a loud thud every time >Sitting on my computer doing nothing in particular >Hear loud thud in window >Window is too fogged up by cold to see out of >Knock on window to let cat know I'm coming >Just as I'm about to go outside I notice light in one room is on >Everyone is in bed so I go to turn it off >Cat sleeping on couch in room



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Might not be scary for you guys, but it definitely got me noping out.

So, a while ago I moved into a new place with my family, double-storey house, all the doors/walls are effectively soundproof and it's dark as hell if you don't have any light sources.

So, I was just lazing about upstairs, since the family was out and I was home alone, and I could've sworn I could hear some really faint music and talking, despite the door being closed.

When I opened the door, the sounds stopped, and when I stood at the top of the staircase, nothing blatantly suspicious happened but the lights in my room started to flicker. As I'm the paranoid type who lets their imagination run wild, that was already freaking me out. So I go back into the room, close the door and start playing some music. After a while I hear the talking again, it sounds angrier then before. I go out to the top of the staircase again and while I'm standing there the lights start flickering again, only this time I hear some loud bang come from downstairs. So at this point I just nope out, lock myself in the room, and barricade it with some shelves.

This was a little under a year ago, so I'm still in the same house, and I just cannot work up the nerve to go downstairs when the lights are out and nobody else is home. Darkness is never darker than when you're afraid of what might be in it.



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>be 16 >lying in bed one night >hear strange noise coming from downstairs >I put my ear to the vent on the floor so I can hear it more clearly >sounds like monks chanting, but really creepy sounding and very faint (note that there was nothing down there that could have been making noise, like no tv or radios or anything) >lay back down >keep hearing it, starts to really creep me out, to the point where I have to go in my parents room and tell my dad to check downstairs >calls me an idiot (not really) and tells me he's not getting up, it's nothing, go back to bed >still hearing the monk chanting noise, but it's a little bit louder, and the more I hear it the more it creeps me out >tell my dad again to check downstairs, he could I tell I was pretty scared so he did >comes upstairs and says there was nothing >I went back to bed and only heard it for a few more minutes before it stopped

I still have no idea what that noise was. It's definitely one of the creepiest noise I've ever heard though. Not sure if that's creepy to anyone else, but it really scared me at the time, and still gives me shivers thinking about it.



This is why I always need background noise. Be it a fan or music or a show playing. What if I hear something I shouldn't during the silence?



[707]

>Be in highschool >Go to a friends house to spend the night because his parents are away >Ring the doorbell and an old man answers >Tony is upstairs >I enter the room and Tony freaks out >asks how I got in, tell him >He says thats impossible and grabs a photograph >it's the same guy that answered the door >Tony freaks out again >His parents are away because they went to a funeral >The funeral was for his uncle, who answered the door for me.



[708]

>in pool by myself >floating on my back >eyes closed >feel a tug on legs >freak out and almost drown >get out of pool and look down into deep end where I was grabbed >pool was clear as crystal, but nothing was there >goes back inside after a couple >resume relaxation >feels hand on my leg that pulls me hard >freak out again and go under water >feel hand pulling me down >begin to gag from swallowing to much water >vision starts to fade >wakes up to see myself in couch >mfw mom said I hit myself on the head and drowned, brother saved me >knew that wasn't right but kept it to myself >never went back in that pool



[709]

>Be 19 >Home alone playing supreme commander against AI 2 or 3 am   > Hear loud bang against window next to me. >Pitch black can't see anything outside >Wait several moments, Hear short bursts of the same bang but not as loud. >Think bat is trapped between the screen and my window (Happend before) >Get up to go free the bat. (I'm such a nice person) >Walk up to sliding glass door and remove metal rod holding it shut. >Power goes out. >Complete darkness, No sound. >Put rod back into the door with my foot instinctively >Hear insanely loud bang against glass door in front of me. >Poop a little and jump back >Wait a few seconds >Hear more bangs and hear the door shaking like it was trying to be opened. >Stand like 5 feet away from door frozen for about 30 seconds >All sound stops >Power comes back on   >Nothing outside door. >Screw_that_bat.jpg back to my room shut door and lock it. >Sit in corner furthest away from window with my .22 until light out.



[710]

>when I was 12 years old. >Living with my mother and my sister, just the 3 of us. >About 12:00 PM   >Be alone in my room playing Medal of Honor. >Hear my mom shouting at me, seems pretty pissed of, yelling things like "Why don't you answer me?" "Stop staring at me like that!" >my house was so small that my room was about 5 meters from the living room >I open my door and yell "What?" >My mom turns her head towards me, and run to my door, with a terrified expression on her face. >She says I was right In front of her In the living room, staring at her in a really creepy way.



[711]

> Be 12 year old me   > Sleeping over at cousin's house for his birthday > After around 1 o'clock we decide to go to sleep, turning off the lights and quickly running up stairs to his room out of fear of the dark. > I'm the only one awake > I hear what sounds like a loud horn blowing in the distance outside the house > About a minute or two later I hear every dog within the neighborhood in sync howl > Followed by footseps climbing the stairs > I immediately wake them both up   > We all hear commotion outside the door that we assumed was his parents just watching T.V    > My cousin stands up and the noise stops > He goes to Investigate, he slowly reaches for the door that I can only compare to Luigi opening a door from Luigi's Mansion > His parents are both asleep facing opposite to each other >After he comes back and lays down we hear foot steps exit the bathroom, then a single knock on the door, the footsteps then go back down the stairs > We stay awake until morning and leave later that day



[712]

>15 or so   >abandoned house in field with trees covering the side exposed to the woods >popular place for gangs and graffiti >hear rumor about satanic basement >4 or 5 friends and I go looking around >first go inside house, already kids there doing their thing. >start stomping around on floor to hear for a hallow part to see if the basement actually exists. >it does. >look around for entrance/any way in   >find cellar door type entrance covered with leaves/nature >go in   >no graffiti >typical pentagram nonsense the people who started the rumor probably did >here's the weird part >freshly lit candle, like just starting to collect wax. >blow one out, goes out no big deal. >no other entrance or exit, not even windows. >take crappy cell phone pix to send to friends. >get bored. leave room. tell everyone to go check it out. >week or so later. >wanna mess around in the basement again >look for cellar door entrance >gone. >jump around on same spots to find the basement >no hollow sound. >ask people from the last time >remember and nope out when we can't find it   >months later >house torn down >ask crew about the basement >said no way could anyone build a basement on that plot of land >get really creeped out.

Going to look for my old phone with the picture, but it was one of those crappy version lg envy phones. I don't think it was real satanic stuff, but what happened to the basement?



[713]

>3rd grade, sleeping in basement with friend >in the morning we recall the exact same dream of a giant black spider with thousands of eggs that all hatch at once. >story not spooky just interesting

>5 years ago in 9th grade >parents/siblings always yelling and fighting with eachother >9 pm   >hear my sister screaming and yelling with my dad downstairs, intense fighting, for about 10 mins >can't deal with it anymore, go to open my door an tell them to stop >The moment I open the door, it's completely silent, and all the lights are off >confused I go back to my desk, read the time, it's 2:30 in the morning >the time was just lost

>about a year ago, new house >wake up in the middle of the night >I was sitting straight up, with my feet off the bed on the ground, and in mid conversation with nothing, just the empty space in front of me, as if someone was there. Just darkness, and silence though >I did have a very strong feeling that somebody was in the room >went back to sleep relatively easily



[714]

>few months ago >just moved into new duplex with gf (still live there btw) >cleaning up after move >find huge dead moth looks like it's been chewed on >throw away think nothing of it >keep cleaning, day goes on as normal, go to bed >get up next morning with gf as she goes to work >go downstairs to get breakfast >same moth same chew marks sitting on top of bookshelf >nopenope



[715]

I'm not really sure if this fits this thread I just want someone to tell me what it is. About 2 or 3 years ago I told /x/ I had a photo and couldn't work out what was in the background. I said I would post it if I ever came across it again and I finally did the other day. So I'm posting it.

This is from 2004, there was only those two (guy in the photo and guy taking the photo) there, it was about 1 in the morning so it was obviously dark, it's under a motorway/opposite a train track, they were there for well over an hour and never heard or saw anything when they were there and it wasn't until the pictures were uploaded to the computer did they notice the thing behind him. What is it?

That's all I want to know. I'm not saying it's something 5spooky, I'm just intrigued. The gap isn't big enough for someone to lie down in length ways, the concrete that comes down above the ledge only has a clearance of about 2 inches and the sections in between are about 4 feet high. It just seems to have a face but that could be the whole pareidolia thing. Whatever the it is, it's incredibly odd. Any ideas?





[716]

>11 years old on school trip >6 people in the same bedroom >around the third night we are there >really sensitive sleep, wake up with any noise >forgot to turn off my mp3 >suddenly kind of wake up >see black figure staring at one of my friends >can barely see it but it looked like a shadow >ignore it and go back to sleep >proceed to have crazy nightmares where everything betrays me and I'm all alone >wake up next morning >friend not there >everyone asleep >go outside >complete silence >see some teacher running >ask them what's up >they tell me my friend was sick and had to go home >uh oh >few days later trip is over everyone back to school >he's there >tells me he saw the shadow thing too and that he thought he was dreaming >then tells me he puked a lot of blood that night and he had a lot of trouble sleeping since



[717]

>2 years ago, 19 years of age under my belt >live in small town next to my college with my gf >old town with nothing going on >old crappy apartment above the post office >always hearing stuff at night, my girl kind of attracts them (don't ask me, I don't know why) >get so information from some old folks that a couple of old hags died in our apartment >decide to roll with this and leave some candy out for the old gals (that hard candy they like to suck on) >first night: they turn all the lights on in the apartment >second night: they screw around in the cats water bowl all night >third night: we wake up to all the dogs toys in a perfect circle on the floor >NOPE.jpg throw the candy out >old hags left us alone after that



[718]

Have you ever seen shadow people? I've seen them a lot, mostly in my bad negative years growing up. I think mostly because I was looking for dark and negative things to be around me. But I will see them still every once in a while following me or watching me.

Well one night, I was sleeping on the couch rather than in my room. I could see them through the dark, so I would close my eyes just hoping they'd go away. But everytime I'd open them again they'd move closer to me. After 10 minutes or so of me being a scared I opened my eyes and there were two right above me, just watching me. One of their hands was moving towards me, and I closed my eyes pulling up the blanket over my head because I was scared witless. >.>

I stayed like that until my brother got home at 5 in the morning and turned the light on.



[719]

>Be 13 >Group of us hang around an old cemetery (I don't think anyone has been buried in it since the 80s) >See a guy cutting through all of the time on a daily basis >he looks like a biker dude, really skinny, leather jacket, always wore sunglasses, long grey hair in a ponytail but bald on the top >In winter so it's only about 6pm but totally pitch black >6 of us knocking around >Decide to go to the shop but one of the group says he'll just wait because he can't be bothered >Surprisingly the one who can't be bothered is like 225lbs and refuses to move unless he really has to >We go to the shop and tell him we won't be long >Walking back from the shop and this large mass is running towards us >Realise it's our fatter friend >He's totally white and can barely breathe, partly because of his weight and partly because he was running as fast as he could >Says that he was waiting for us at the top and the biker guy came through the cemetery (it's a long straight path from the top to the bottom) >Biker stops and looks at him friend notices the biker's hands and jeans are covered in blood >Runs to find us >Never see biker again

It's a really spooky cemetery though, it's totally unkempt and it's been the location of numerous rapes and muggings across the years. It's a well known place for people being attacked but that was so odd.



[720]

Honestly, I've never had much happen to me except when I was in this old house built back at the start of the 1900s. There was an old windmill out the front that had been moved there from an old mine. Used to make a terrible racket when it turned so we tied it up with rope. During the day it'd never make a noise but somehow still managed to make a clacking noise during the night. We just chalked it up to maybe the metal shrinking in the cool of the night.

Anyway, we renovated this house and my mother thought it'd be a fantastic idea to put glass doors everywhere so you could see out into the hallway. Of course, my bedroom happened to be one with glass doors. It didn't normally bother me, well, until one night when I was up reading a book and heard a weird noise. At first I thought it was the windmill but then I suddenly saw movement in the hallway. A man wearing old miner's clothes ran in front of my doors and out the front door of the hallway. A second later he was followed by a woman wearing some kind of old Victorian-style dress. She went out the front door too.

I got curtains put up in front of my doors after that.



[721]

>be 17 at the time >leaving with boyfriend >be last to leave house >walking out door and hear a loud running sound >slam the door as fast as possible >hear something slam into the door >whole house shakes >boyfriend looks at me and said "What the hell was that?" >looks at him and says "NOPE" >drive away and didnt come home for days



[722]

>Live alone >Get home from work around midnight >Get food >Eating at computer >Hear voice from other room >"Anon? Anon?" >NOPE >Close door >Block door >Leave lights on all night >Nothing happens >Just imagining things, up too late, etc

>Couple weeks go by >Get home from work late again >Sitting at computer >"Anon? Anon?" >WTF NO >Close door >Lights on all night >Nothing happens again

>Three weeks go by >Home late again >Tired >Trying to sleep >Suddenly from other room >"Anon? Anon?" >Shout back that I'm tired and don't want to deal with this tonight >Silence >A few minutes go by >Voice from just outside room >"Sorry" >NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE >ALL LIGHTS ON >CLOTHES ON >OUT THE FRONT DOOR, TOP SPEED >Spend night in car in parking lot six miles away >Go home >Nothing weird around >Get into bed >Drifting off >Voice from the hallway >"Didn't mean to scare you Anon. Guess I'll just leave." >NOPENOPENOPENOPE >Get up and take two steps toward bedroom door >Front door opens >Front door shuts >Nothing has happened since



[723]

>6 years ago >living in parents house >home alone >doors close all the time >assume it's the AC >one day walking to room >pass door, this time it opens >NOPE >run to room, leave hall lights on, lock door >slow, dragging sound across carpet >hall lights switched off right outside my door >NOPENOPENOPE >ready to jump out window and break my legs >don't hear anything else



[724]

Well, as a little bit of background, this was the third house they built on the lot.

>The other two burned down, not sure if anybody died. >And the third one was built, family lived in it for a month, then got an apartment. >It was on the market for a year with nobody living in it. >Picked it up at a sweet price >Weird problems >Dryer vent was buried underground for some reason >A hiltless butcher's knife was jammed into some of the wiring

>be home alone except for dog >dog isn't house trained yet so it stays in a cage for now >be on computer >dog starts yelping like crazy >never heard it do anything like that before >go to let it outside, thinking it's finally getting the idea >on my way, yelping stops >open the door >get into the room, cage is closed and locked >dog not in cage >wut >search everywhere >put up flyers >never saw it again

>brushing teeth >see shower curtain start rustling a bit >get a little creeped out, but talk myself out of it >obviously the AC >close the vent, still rustling >oh well, go back to brushing teeth >they start opening slowly >confused >pull them open >before I can see if anybody is in there, door slams shut, lights turn off >turn lights back on, curtains are closed >assume it's a burglar or something >leave >grab a sword >yes, my parents kept swords in the house >hear water turn on >slowly walk back in sword in hand >shower still running, curtains still closed >pull open curtains, nobody is there >turn off water, search house, find nothing >finish brushing teeth

>wake up, hear mom yelling for me from downstairs >ask what she wants >just keeps calling my name >crawl out of bed >drag myself all the way downstairs, half asleep >don't see anybody >now I hear her calling me from upstairs >don't have time for this >walk back up >what do you want >nobody is there >hear garage door open >mom walks in and wants me to carry the groceries >were you calling me from outside? >obviously not, wouldn't be able to hear >is anybody else home? >nope >carry in groceries >go back to bed >keep hearing my name >what do you want mom >she left >keep hearing it >assume I'm going crazy >learn to ignore it >stops when I move out

>be home alone with gf >making out on couch >couch starts shaking slowly back and forth >do you feel that? >get up >couch still moving >weird but too into it to care >go to my room >get in bed >everything is fine for a few minutes >bed starts to shake >don't notice at first >lie there for half an hour, bed is shaking the whole time >seriously what is that >earthquake? >see if ground is moving >it isn't >bed still is >we go to inspect the couch >still moving >power outage >grab flashlight >we sit on the stupid moving couch for a while >water starts dripping on her head >huge leak in the ceiling >hasn't rained in a week, assume it's a burst pipe or something >get bucket >go into attic to inspect, have gf shine the light >everything is fine >she screams >what is it??? >says something brushed past her leg >hurry down to inspect >find nothing >leak has stopped >bucket is full >it was a big bucket >no water damage in ceiling >power comes back on >call plumber next day >can't find anything wrong



[725]

>be 15 >around 9 pm >eating mcdonald's with girlfriend in my kitchen >just us home >we start talking about ghost stories >she gets really into the ghost story stuff >talks about good ghosts who protect you and more craziness >after 20 minutes of talking about "good ghosts" we talk about bad ghosts >after 5 minutes of talking loud bang comes from living room >we both look at each other like wtf >I get up and go look in living room, rocking chair is moving back and forth >get girlfriend and run through the living room upstairs to my room and stay there until people get home >once my grandmother got home, try to recreate sound >I had to pick up the chair 3-4 feet off the ground and drop it to make it remotely as loud as the bang was

Told a family member about this when I was 18 and she tells me some things that happened to her as well.

>tell aunt about what happened 3 years ago with the chair >she's surprised and abit taken back by it >says she woke up one night around 2 am >her room is across from mine upstairs >she goes downstairs >tv was left on because I usually turn it on for light >she gets a drink and turns it off and starts to head upstairs >tv turns back on >she was startled and stared for a second >walks back to tv, turns it off >goes back to the stairs >same thing, tv turns back on >she goes back and turns the tv off >goes back to stairs and jokingly says "stop it dad" >tv doesn't turn on again, she goes upstairs and goes to sleep



[726]

>have a bad sleeping habit, stay up all night sleep all day >around 3 am >have a rule that I didn't go downstairs between 3-4 am because that was dead hour >really hungry, go downstairs to make food >waiting for miceowaveable food to finish cooking >on computer in living room, see a person walking from my grandmother's room to the basement >nope >run upstairs >come back an hour later and eat my cold food

I forgot to mention the house is really old, if you go in the basement some of the floor is concrete but the rest is tiny rocks and there's just flat boards on them that you walk across. There's also massive boulders down there.



[727]

>party's over >Leave friend's house w/ gf >get in car >dark, no lights whatsoever >it's cold outside so the window's frosted >large white light glowing through frost >fence happened to be white, carry on >Exit neighborhood... thought for a moment >no lights or houses near the white glow >"Hey babe, did you see that white light?" >GF is a bit panicky/stiff >says she saw a lady in a bright white outfit >Like a dress from the 1800s >later, bro in laws GF tells us she babysat for the house where we saw it >owner's acknowledge that the place is 'haunted' and have stories >mfw that light was directly next to my window

I typically look for a rational explanation but I couldn't think of anything that would have made the light I saw. The houses are on large plots of land so theyre very far apart.



[728]

>living in haunted house >lived there about six years >sitting in room playing vidya games >have weird feeling someone's in the room >out of the corner of my eye I can see an elderly woman in corner >she sits there staring >when I look directly at her she's not there >always in corner of my eye though >not sure what to think >might be crazy >all of a sudden she lunges to just inches from my face

I always heard footsteps in that house. Like a constant thing. I have plenty of witnesses to these occurrences.



[729]

>today, day off >tending the wood stove in basement >hear soft mewing and the word hello >think it's my older cat, likes the basement and meows funny >get upstairs >see both cats outside at back door >Hear clearer hello come from upstairs



[730]

I had something very strange last night.

>finish the washing up in the kitchen >make sure the outside doors and windows are locked >turn off the lights, walk up the hallway >hear a creaking noise behind me coming from the kitchen >turn and stare for a few seconds, but think it's just the floorboards settling or whatever >keep staring because of a strange gut feeling >suddenly the LEDs on various kitchen appliances blink out in progression like someone has walked in front of them >run back into kitchen, turn on light >nothing there



[731]

>2010 >Home alone >Watching a video on youtube, volume all the way up. >Pause the video and go get a drink. >When I get back, the video is somehow playing by itself. >The volume is turned all the way down. >It's just total silence throughout the entire house. >I make sure all the doors and windows are locked, they are.

I still have no idea what the hell caused that, but it was still creepy as hell.



[732]

>live in flat with parents and 3 year old brother and 2 year old sister >always get the heebies at the end of the corridor where the bedrooms are >have nightmares but dismiss them >brother gets imaginary friend >imaginary friend is called Ben >brother talks to Ben all the time >brother stops talking to Ben all of a sudden >weird >'Where is Ben?' >'Ben went into the light.' >nope.jpg

>For extra nope my sister also started to refuse to go to the end of the corridor



[733]

>be 9 or 10 >outside playing in the yard all day >house is in the city but surrounded by woods >as it's getting dark see my dad up ahead and the edge of the woods >yell "Hey dad!"or something towards him >start walking to him >he's just standing there watching me >wearing a white long sleeve shirt and light pants >get closer to him >it's not him >never ran away so fast in my life >get to the house and he's sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette watching the History Channel

I don't even know what it was, but it was pretty scary. I've thought it could have been an alien at one time (they scared the crap out of me, still do) but it was probably just some dude.

I don't know why he didn't say anything though. Creepy.



[734]

>This happens every night randomly between midnight and 3 A.M. >Chains rattling coming from basement >No chains in the basement >Hooks on walls where chains could have been >DOUBLENOPE



[735]

>12   >live in 50-40 year old house >two story, live downstairs at first >bathroom right next to my room >share room with brothers >get up one night to take a piss >bathroom right next to kitchen >look in kitchen as it was impossible not to   >one of the cabinets is just silently opening and shutting by itself >looks like it's getting quicker/more violent >no windows open, wintertime >NOPE.EXE >take fastest piss of my life >sprint back to bed >by the time I get back in bed, cabinet is audibly slamming >it gets much louder until it stops, probably about 5 minutes later >mfw nobody even got up to check on it

>a few months later >finally hit 13th birthday >a month after I hit 13 >sister moved out, so I get her upstairs room >never realized all the crap she put up with up there >lights turned on by themselves regularly >my door would be standing wide open in the morning even if I locked it the previous night >regularly faintly hear laughter and thumping as they seemed to "run" up/down the stairs >one night wake up in the middle of the night >something is veryveryveryvery wrong >datfeeling.jpeg >look around room >door to closet is open >get up to check it out >door inside of closet leads to storage space >open as well >the light switch is turning on/off quickly but it appears the bulb had burnt out >NOPE.MOV >close storage door and closet door >jump into bed >light in my room turns on randomly >hide under covers for the rest of the night

>Be watching Family Guy late one night >Have to take a piss because been drinking a lot of energy drinks >open door and look down the staircase >hear thumping start at the bottom of the staircase >NOPENOPENOPENOPE >run back into room, slam door and lock it >5 minutes later step-dad comes upstairs >pounds on my door demanding to know why I was being so loud >not telling him the truth >tell him I fell with the door handle in my hand >mfw he never asked about the thumping on the stairs that night



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>school finished at 3:36 >house is literally across the street >exit school doors on Van Hise Avenue entrance >start walking home >notice a face in the guest bedroom window >grey skin, black eyes >Nopenopenopitynope.jpg >do a 180 and go back to school >stay in school library for an hour >go home >mom asks why I was gone >don't tell her >go to room and lay on my bed



[737]

>brother was 17 y/o >wrote on his door "Welcome to my hell" >next day >wake up and leave my room >see him erasing what he wrote >me: "What happened?" >"I saw a man in a suit next to the door at night."



[738]

This is 100% true to how I remember it.

>spring 2007 >be 12, have a dog but no siblings >school is within walking distance and my parents usually work late, so most days I just let myself in

>come home from school one day, nobody home except my dog >getting something to eat >suddenly loud crash from upstairs >dog is next to me, couldn't have been him >cautiously look around but find nothing >go to the basement, turn on the TV and try to forget about it >few minutes later, another crash >dog runs downstairs to me, shivering and panting violently >NOPE >grab dog and get out >wait at friend's house until dad comes home

That was a really weird day. Never figured out what happened.



[739]

Got this one from my dad.

>coming home late from a party >it's like 4AM and don't wanna wake anyone up >decide to sleep in car thats in the driveway >just dosing off but start to hear footsteps >they're getting closer >all of a sudden a humanoid creature with a bulbous head appears in window >freak out and set off car alarm >creature runs off before angry dad comes to yell at me

My dad has tons of creepy alien stories, he used to live on a farm in the interior of BC. That famous bigfoot video was shot in a valley close to where he lived.



[740]

>go to private catholic school >used to be an all girls catholic school decades ago. >whole school gets tore down and new and modern campus is built. >be a freshman taking Latin and the building the class is in is next to the chapel and a small garden between them. >not paying attention to class when I look out the window and I see this nun with a beige robe thing they wear out in the garden just standing there looking at the roses >she starts trimming and cuts a rose off. >she turns to me and we make eye contact. Smiles and waves at me. I smile and wave back >clearly see her face. She then goes around the corner and leave >be now a senior still in Latin in the same class and same seat. I hadn't seen the nun since freshman year that day >not paying attention again and see the nun walking in the garden again and starts trimming the rose bushes again >cuts a rose off, turns to me smiles and waves and I do the same >think nothing of her the first time or this time again. >almost the end of the year and by this time I know the chapel priest pretty well now. Were chatting in his office about the old school and I ask to see old photos of the all girls school >youknowwherethisisgoing.jpg >going through old papers and then I see a picture with a bunch of girls and in it I see the nun that I saw before >I comment that I've seen her before >the priests says it's not possible since she died decades ago >I tell him I swear I saw her trimming the rose bushes in the garden >he freaks out and tells me she died of a heart attack were the garden now is >tells me not to talk about it to anyone in school >lolwat

Anyways whatever the entity I saw was, it did not seem to he malevolent. Not really creepy but something out of the ordinary.



[741]

>8 years old >On a hike with my dad and two other adults >We hike through the woods and come to an overgrown field >There is a small house and we go to look >It is abandoned so we go inside >It is still furnished, and there are personal items >Cobwebs, mildew, and dust everywhere >I am fascinated but the adults seem perturbed >For some reason my dad knocks on the wall >TFW there is an answering knock from the attic >He knocks three times and there are three knocks in return >They start calling asking if someone is up there >Silence >They are upset and I am starting to get scared >He knocks a few times, pauses, a few more >Same pattern comes back from attic >We rush outside >There is an access door into attic under the eaves >They pile an old table and some boxes to reach it   >One guy climbs up, opens door, and peers in    >Darkness >He calls several times if anyone is there >Silence >They knock more but there is no response >They have no light and it is pitch black inside >After awhile they decide to leave >I wish my dad was still alive so I could ask him about that



[742]

>walking dog in abandoned golf course at 2 in the morning >see dead cat, lulz and kick at it   >oh my god >the head I kicked at rolls away >the cat was dismembered >backawayslowly.jpg >notice I''m literally surrounded by dead dismembered cats >never abandoned golf course again



[743]

>when I was 13 >first girlfriend's bday party >she wants to make out >cantdothatinfrontofparents.jpeg >already in her backyard >we go to shed for some made up reason >just me and her in dark shed >start making out >hear growling in the corner >don't mind it at first, kissing a chick >she stops and says >"Did you hear that?" >yeah >"Let's go."

We leave the shed and she tells me she used to have two dogs and they slept in the shed. One was really nice and one was insanely protective. And sure enough the growling came from the corner that the protective one slept in. I never believed in ghosts before that point so checked every other yard by her house for a dog, but I knew the whole time deep down by the way it sounded it came from in the shed. And there was nothing in there because I looked while the door was open when we were walking out.



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>always stay up until 3 in the morning playing vidya >have two dogs that get along nicely >be 1 in the morning >hear growling outside my door a bit down the hallway >dogfight.jpg >I go out to stop the fight >run past the bathroom and look into the darkness >mom comes out and ask what's going on >dogs stopped >"Nothing, I guess." >begin to go back to my room >light and fan in the bathroom turn on by itself >instantly look in the mirror >dark figure right next to me >flip out and run into the kitchen >mom comes in asking me what is going on >never use that bathroom again

My house is insane. Knocking on the walls and stuff. Doors locking on their own. Dunno why I continue to live here.



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> live in a house that will be turning 100 in the next few years. >bought by my grandmother who still lives. >Dad and his Wife are Paranormal Lovers, literally believe fully in ghosts and has all this old stuff. >I'm okay with them, not okay with believing in such things >In 2010 my sister got out a ouji board sits down in the lounge room with best friend and asked if anyone was there. >She actually contacts someone >Don't remember who but was a male relative. >keeps asking to be freed >she 'lets the spirit go' >packs up and nothing for a while >Days later, hear some sort of whimpering out of my window >Gets louder until it was a full blown sobfest. > shoot up from my desk and speak up >"Anyone there?" >it stops. >days pass >wake up from a dream >sound of sobbing again >too scared to actually do anything >listen as it goes away >it walks around my house sobbing until it wanders off (I suppose) >don't hear it for about a year >crying comes back >snap at the sound: "Go away!" >sound just stops fully and my fear dissapates

I don't know if it's relevant or not, but the cries are from a woman, thankfully It's stopped for now because my cat sleeps on my window sill and just watches out.



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>16 >used to stay up until 2-3 AM playing WoW all the time >It's like 1:30 >dark out >windows closed and blinds drawn >only light is coming from my computer screen >running a raid (Can't remember what it was) >get funny feeling in my spine >tingling spread from my spine to the rest of my body >my body locks up >can't move >feel like I'm absolutely SURROUNDED by people >can see some blurred, dark, vaguely human-shaped things in my peripheral vision >feels like I'm stuck like this for 10 minutes >the room is freezing >my heart is pounding >I feel pure dread, fear and anguish >it disappears as fast as it set in >snap out of it >no more than 2 seconds have passed

I turned all the lights on and went didn't sleep for like 2 days. Had a paranoid feeling any time I was at home until I moved out of that place.



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>Be studying abroad in Spain >part-time volunteer in, like, 50 different places >one of which is an old artisan's shop >Whole damn city has been around for centuries >Artisan's workshop is down in basement >upstairs, has a motion-detected doorbell thing >not that anyone ever comes in anyway >thing constantly goes off, no one there >"So it just goes off all the time?" >"Yeah anon, this is an old building and spirits are common." >don't comment, afraid to insult his beliefs or something >Goes out for supplies one thursday >all alone in basement with Deep Purple >This guy has the best music taste >ding~ >Turn to get ready to check on client >big black blurry thing hovering right next to face >flip out and start swatting at it, thinking it's a spider hanging from the ceiling >nothing, nada, nowhere >plus, it's winter, no spiders >ding~ >heading up stairs >see what looks like a streak of light on stair landing >BAM- huge bang out of nowhere >Went back downstairs, noped out, finished job >Still have no clue, but I guess I believe him a bit



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>be a few months ago >in my room using my PC My mother watches some stupif Spanish TV show on her computer in the living room. There's this one part in the dub that's a crappy voice-over of a woman crying, and it gave me a headache when she watched it >out of nowhere, hear the scene playing >oh Jesus Christ >"MOM CAN YOU LOWER THAT DOWN?" >no response >"MOM?!" >get aggravated and get up >I then remember that my parents had left for some restaurant with their friends >NOPE and lock my room door as quietly as possible >grab my keys, phone and my cat >I climb out my window and drive my car to my gf's house and stay there for the night

I don't my know what the hell it was. My mom turned off her computer before she left. When I walked to the driveway I saw no indication of a break-in, though I didn't stick around for long. I also heard nothing before the scene played. When my parents arrived they found nothing out of place. I don't think it was a malfunction, I can't stop thinking what I would've seen downstairs if I hadn't noticed that my parents had left.



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I've got some small stories about my best friend's house. It's pretty damn haunted.

>be younger me   >walking down hallway from bathroom to rejoin my friends in the kitchen >have to pass spare room, which seems to be the nerve center of activity >hear banging coming from WITHIN the spare room closet >NOPE.jpg down that hallway as fast as I can

A more recent one:

>sleeping over for the first time in forever >standing at kitchen sink, looking out at backyard >feel a tingly sensation, like an animal with whiskers was standing there or someone had brushed their fingers on me while walking past >think "Oh, the dog must be sniffing me like an idiot." >turn and start saying "Misty, stop--" >no one there >dog is sleeping on the floor at the other end of the kitchen

She's also had Bibles thrown, objects have gone missing, and her dog, Misty, absolutely despises the spare room. Her late cat Mittie used to violently react to unseen forces before he passed.



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>In room >Hear front door open/close >Hear my mom talking to the dog >Get up and go out there to greet her >Open my door and immediately slam it back shut as I realize that my mom isn't even home yet >Was definitely my mom's voice >Dog is as confused as I am

Waited silently for a while. Pretty sure the skinwalker was doing the exact same thing just out of sight.

Forget living innawoods.



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>apartment I live in is in an area with a lot of hospitals >mortuary is between apartment and train station >walk pass said mortuary everyday when going to work and coming back home >weekend >heading home after drinks with mates >around 1 in the morning >there is someone on a bicycle right outside the mortuary >think nothing of it   >walk closer >old man on bicycle >something is off >old man on bicycle is completely still >both feet on pedals >it's on a downward slope >nope.jpg >walk on other side of street >fast walking >avoiding eye contact >pass mortuary >look back >nothing there >turn around >old man on bicycle is around 10 meters in front of me   >nopenopenope.jpg >bolt across the street all the way back to my apartment never looking back



[752]

>last night in room >browsing /x/ helping in the take back >hear a noise in the front room >just put it off as the tv >hear again >go look and the tv is off >go back to room >hear the loudest banging I have ever heard in my closet >leave the bedroom and head to the living room >start to hear like a whining noise coming from out back >cower like a wimp >finally build up enough courage to go look >start to make my way to the backdoor >about 3 feet away >BOOM something big just hit the back door >Nope.wav >Leave the house >go chill at friend's all night



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Here's one from about four years ago:

>Be 16 >Mother away for weeks at a time, normally home alone unless buddies come over >buddy is over, we're playing Minecraft >my room was a converted family room, has a fan and a fireplace/chimney >my dog, normally complacent, comes bounding into room barking up a storm >freak out; y r u barking stahp >ceiling fan was on, stops spinning don't know why >I look at buddy, buddy looks at me >dog stops barking >dog staring at ceiling fan >doesn't look away >what are you looking at >chimney cover starts rattling around, loud in the chimney >fan starts turning slowly >one blade is bent down like something is sitting or hanging on it >dog is still sitting still staring at it, not making a single sound >fan still rotating slow >this goes on for maybe ten minutes >go back to playing Minecraft >dog goes crazy again >fan speeds up to full again, rattling around >looks like it's going to fall from the ceiling >stops spinning >dog goes quiet >the bent blade slowly straightens back out >fan turns back on >dog starts whining and pacing >dead squirrel falls down the chimney and smacks into the fireplace cover >nope out of my room >cheap wooden folding doors, close them and wrap a string around the knobs >mid January in Indiana, freezing cold >sit outside on Porch with buddy anyway

Also:

>my mom rented the house from my grandpa >it's super old >as I said, I was home alone most days >rewind to 3-4 years ago >get home from school >house is void of mother, nothing new >grab bag of chips, sit down to watch tv >barely trying on homework, as I do >directly to my left is a weird staircase that winds left then back right >one part of wall of the staircase comes off to allow entrance into attic thing >mostly used by cable guys, etc. >that part of the wall is taped, stapled into place >heavy and hard to remove >anyway, I'm still watching tv/doing work >wall piece comes flying down the stairs >wtf.bat >turn on light over stairs >pick up wall piece, lug it back upstairs >stick it back in space and watch it to make sure it stays >goodenough4me.jpeg >go back to couch >guess what >wall piece tumbles down again >forget this >take it upstairs and leans it against wall >not putting it back in again >start to go back down >SCRATCHING FROM HOLE >look inside, expect a racoon or something (found animals trapped in there before) >it's empty >ok >hear scratching again, way in the back >light from the fan thing in the roof doesn't reach than far >grabs flashlight from under kitchen sink >shine in >nothing there >wat >puts wall piece back >barely let go of it, falls back out >puts it back, keeps hands on it >something PUSHES BACK AGAINST WALL >Nope.avi >takes wall piece off >grab backpack >get bike from garage >bike the 5 miles to my uncle's



[754] > be a few years ago > deciced to go home inbetween classes because I only lived about five minutes away from college > arrive at home and figure no one is home cause there are no cars and no shoes by the door > watching tv in the living room when I hear my mom call out my name loud and clear > answer with "I'm home," but no response > search house and find no one so I decide to call her up only to find out she has been gone all day > then who was voice > nope right back to class and stay there all day



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Posted a few in one a couple days ago. Post some more in here. I live in a rural area that makes has alot of old and abandoned houses ranging from the late 1800's to the great depression.

>decide to go inna woods for a weekend solo >had to get away from it all >towards the end of friday near sunset I start looking for a good place to set up camp, come up on one of those houses >decide to sleep in there >roof was caved in and mostly just four rotting walls and a doorway > sent up my little personal tent inside of it > build fire outside of the house and cook dinner >as the light is fading I hear a knock on the wall I am leaning up against >turn around and see nothing >don't think much of it >get in tent and quickly fall asleep >wake up to the sound of someone walking around outside my tent >slowly grab my knife and open tent >no one there, can still hear someone walking around the "house" >start fire again and prepare for a sleepless night >the rest of the night consisted of me hearing something and investigating it >never find out source >day breaks and I get out of there



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>14 >have phobia of dogs >Have first instance of psychic awakening/ spiritual contact with a scary as thing the night prior but the story is way to long for me to type >Be walking back from school >Hear plodding on sidewalk, slight metal jangling >Get the feeling something is about to lunge at my throat >Whip my head around as I'm hearing a loud bark from directly behind me >nothing there



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>Friends surprise me on my 15th birthday by coming over and watching a bunch of movies in my attic with me >House used to be three apartments, 1 on each level >Attic is split into 3 parts, one for my younger sisters to play which is the first room when you enter. >Then a room split in half by the shape of my house and a pillar >One half has no electricity, other is where we are watching movies >Am returning to attic from who knows where when I see a figure of a child run into the part with no electricity >Remember, it's pitch black right now, as it's nighttime >As if my sisters ran up here, and look around for a bit, see nothing



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>at 13 >dad sits me down, looks very serious >he's a studious man who usually keeps to himself, so I know something is up >"Anon, I have something to tell you that I didn't want to bring up until you were ready." >starting to get nervous but tell him to continue >"When you were very young, maybe 5, you were playing in the living room alone. I checked in on you and you were fine, but when I came back a few minutes later I saw something strange. There was another little girl standing over you, one who looked your age as well but obviously different in appearance. You had brown hair at the time, she had blonde. It wasn't you, I know it. I looked away, looked back and she was gone." >ask dad why he thinks I'm ready now >"Because I saw her again recently and I'm getting worried. I figured I only owe it to you. She aged with you, she's older now." >shake my head a little in disbelief, figure he's screwing with me >"Alright dad, thanks for sharing." >go to sister who I was very close to at the time >tell her about it, ask her why dad was acting weird >sister looks scared >"I saw her at a different time, I never wanted to tell you because I thought I was just seeing things." >mfw >go for a few years trying to ignore it >can't help noticing my dad and sister looking at me strangely every now and then >be 18 >dad approaches me today looking very grave >"Anon, I know you didn't take it well last time, but I thought I should tell you that I've seen her multiple times. I try to ignore it, but she's present more and more often. I don't know what's going on, but I think we need to see a priest or someone." >nope.wav

I still don't even know what to think about this, and I didn't think having a ghost or apparition age with you was even possible. All I know is that I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight.



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>16 >Home alone, middle of the day >Family had gone to the store >Decide to watch a movie in the living room >Suddenly halfway through the movie, hear laughing coming from my brother's room >Pause movie, laughing keeps happening >Sounds like a child >Get up and walk down the hallway >I'm getting closer to the sound >Stand in the doorway >Laughing's coming from the center of the room >Step inside, and the laughing stops >Forget this, I got a movie to finish

Later that night:

>trying to sleep >Hear brother walking down the hall >Roll over to tell him to go back to bed >Footsteps pass my door, no brother >Officially freaking out >Footsteps start pattering around in my room >Pull the sheets and blankets up so I can only see the ceiling >See burned out image of a demon/goblin type face flying towards me.

After that, lights went on, and ever since I can't sleep unless the sun comes up. This was five years ago, and I never spoke a word of it to anyone.

What gets me is shortly after, my mom would complain about me being too loud, despite being across the house. She'd text me saying to be quiet, but sometimes everyone, including me, would already be asleep, and my phone would wake me up. I tried to tell her, but she insisted she could "hear talking"...



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>Visiting friends' for the first time >Big 200 year old house >Sleeping in attic, because only available room >Closet feels weird, also something walking around >Next morning let friend know >"Yeah, the house is haunted." >Lol wut. EVP Attic >Voices saying various things like "watch your step" >LOL NOPE

>Sleep downstairs that night >banging from basement >Slow, steady, goes on for an hour >get up to check what it is, bed post breaks; >Huge crash >Lol, scared it away now >Go back to sleep >Open eyes, and from the window I can see the hallway >Old Man Standing in Doorway Watching Me

Turns out the banging could have only come from the basement door, which is the most haunted room of the house.



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>2 nights ago >late night >watching True Detective >hear alarm go off >sounds like a burglar alarm going off semi-close >grab 1911, go outside >can't see anything >no one else comes outside >alarm ceases after a few minutes >go back inside >live in a house where building is much longer than it I narrow >wrought iron gate out front >hear my gate creak open >glass fronted door so look outside >don't see anything >share property with 2 other tenants, studio apartment in back >assume it's neighbor coming back home late >whatever get back on couch >cuddling with cat in crook of my arm >cat all the sudden picks up his head, looks like it hears something >it runs to window, looks outside >makes the cat growl sound as it leaps down >grrrrMAAAOW >get up, grab gun again >peeking out window >hear thump >fast footsteps in dead leaves running along side of house >iron gate slams shut >run to peek out window >see short ladder that wasn't there 5 min ago just sitting in front of my house >don't see anyone >run outside, pistol at ready >nothing

Was someone watching me?



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>under a year ago >trying to sleep but I can't because someone's using the bathroom which is kind of next to my room on the end of the hallway (not across from my room, just next to it) >bright >dog walks up to bathroom >I'm just now realizing it's a little odd that the door is open >dog starts barking >quietly >Then loud >a bunch of clanging comes from in the bathroom & she does an ultimate power sprint out of there. >go 2 closet >take my tetanus stick out from under my bed (heavy chunk of extremely rusty and dirty metal that I duct taped to a stick w/ a good portion of the metal exposed) & start inchin towards bathroom >look in >no one is there >towel rack and a bunch of other stuff is on the floor.



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>Be in washroom >Brushy brush brush >Open door (Mirror is angled so it sees through the door and into the hallway >Little girl in the mirror, RIGHT ON THE OTHER SIDE, PRESSING UP AGAINST THE DOOR >She turns and runs; all I remember about her is a blond ponytail >Home alone, no little sisters

Another time:

>In bath >Relaxing >Something groggily calls my name

Wat

>Remember I'm home alone

WAT

>Sit in bathtub for an hour

Also, same house:

>This is after both instances >Laundry machine in basement >When doing laundry, always hum a song or sing to calm my nerves, usually same song >Hear something, stop humming >Humming continues >Nope out of there

God I hated that house.



[764]

>be in Georgia >have this really rich friend whose dad owns a giant golf course >I have this other friend who lives in this gated neighborhood near him >I met them while golfing >been buddies ever since

Now the story:

>we're riding golf carts on the trails near the course >we've been in this area before, only in the day though >we're all half drunk >I'm tailgating my friend as we go down this sandy trail >he brakes hard >I hit him >guy behind hits me >I yell out to go >he then floors it >speeds down this little trail >well screw you too >me and other friend decide to continue >we get to our hangout spot >basically this little beach thing >as soon as we pass the trees out motors died >I stop >other friend hits me >into the water we go >we stumble out and pull the carts out of the water >we pull out our chairs and sit there for a bit admiring the river in front of us >we talk for a bit >I then see this yacht flying down the river at what I'm guessing is full speed >there's strobe lights flashing >techno playing >but nobody's on the deck >as the yacht is jumping up and down all this stuff is falling off >beer cans, chairs, and a table >me and my other friend then look at each other >suddenly we hear this loud yell from all around >I hear the yacht's air horn so he must hear it too >it's like people crying and being tortured >sickening >we then nope out of there, we grab all our stuff as fast as possible >hop into our carts and floor it out of the woods >about halfway in the noises go away >we get to the course, say nothing, and leave >never talk about it

I thought it was my friend (the one who cut onto the trail) but we saw him as we were leaving. I haven't been back to that area, even in the day.



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>be about 8 or 9 >twin asleep on top bunk > my bed faces hallway and I can see top of stairs >small door to crawl space at top of stairs >door starts to rattle >that door is hard to even budge unless your on the inside >wake twin up to witness >door swings open >gets real cold >sit in silence for at least a full minute just watching >door slowly closes >hear slid latch that locks it closed >stay up rest of night with twin watching door



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>Be around 7. >Sitting in my bedroom playing in front of my stand up mirror. >Bedroom is in the basement so it's kind of creepy but I'm a kid so I don't really care. >Look up in the mirror and see another girl behind me. >Turn around and there is no one there. >Turn back around and I'm the only one in the reflection. >Nope out of my room for the next three months until they switch my room to the upstairs. >Refuse to enter the basement again.



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>20, living in University accommodation, a few days ago >have single room, quiet neighbours, except for one who plays a lot of guitar >walls are thick enough to only hear the e-guitar quite faintly >play vidya a lot >then one day,wake up in the middle of the night >sounds like my mouse is clicking >yep >definitely my mouse clicking. Goes on for a minute or two >no way it's a neighbour >actually get up afterwards and try clicking my mouse myself >exact same sound confirmed



[768]

>5~6 years ago, be mid-20s student going to art school in San Francisco >hanging out with group of friends outside, middle of the day in civic center plaza >civic center plaza is basically the hangout spot for the city's homeless >everyone is about to part ways, some going to their next class, others heading home >wave goodbye to friends who are walking towards subway station >feel like 3 to 4 rapid yet firm taps on my right shoulder >turn to see who it is >nobody is within 20 feet of me



[769]

>Be around 9 >Messing around with legos >My bedroom is on the ground floor, and I was facing the window, but looking at the lego on the floor >Casually glance up >Completely black silhouette standing right at the window, looking in at me >Not really paying attention, so I look back down >mfw I stop and realize what I just saw >Immediately look back at the window >Nothing there



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>Be 3 or 4 years ago >Be visiting historic site (Yeo House, Prince Edward Island) >Middle of summer - like 20 degrees outside minimum >Listening to tour guide talk about kitchen staff >Heavy wooden door at least three inches thick suddenly slams shut loudly >Tour guide (jokingly): 'Oh, that's just our resident ghost. We call him the Old Man Upstairs.' >Half hour later >Tour is boring, duck away from group and under a rope >Head upstairs to third floor >Nothing to do/see here >Climb up super steep staircase, almost ladder >Tower room with windows all around, you can see in picture >Freezing cold >wat >Stand around looking at view from windows >feeling of being watched, cold intensifies >Turn around just in time to see a perfectly normal housefly straight up drop out of the air stone dead midflight >Welp time to head back downstairs >Going back down steep staircase, feel definite hard push in the small of my back >Stumble down several steps, but catch self >Rejoin tour group >Be about an hour later, overhear some tour guides talking to each other on coffee break >'Yeah, the old man upstairs seems really pissed off lately.' >'You didn't go up there did you?' >'No, did you?' >'no.' >NOPE >Be just now >find list of reportedly haunted locations on PEI >Phantom train in Deblois, ghost ship in Northumberland Strait, Kings' Playhouse, Lennox Island >Yeo House >DOUBLE NOPE



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>this year I moved into a house close to my new college >found a quick way to walk to school >shortcut passes by abandoned orphanage >fall in love with the place >everyday walking home I'll look into one window on the top floor and imagine a liitle girl looking back >fast forward to Nov 1st >I was walking past the orphanage thinking what would have happened if someone broke into there on halloween >stop to look up at the window >there's like a print on the window of a doodle cat and mouse >have never seen or noticed it before >look around orphanage, no signs of someone breaking in an putting that there >noped away that day



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>Be about 8, I don't remember >Go to Grandparents' house with my cousin and family >There's two sections to the house, the area where my Grandparents live and another section that has a sort of small hall leading into a bedroom >The building itself is fairly old and the second area is pretty much abandoned, my Grandparents rarely use it   >playing with my cousin >look over her shoulder towards the bedroom >see shadowy figure in doorway >nope out of there



[773]

This happened about 10 years ago, and both of us still get freaked out by it.

>go on vacation with parents and cousin >we stop over in Gettysburg for a few days to see the battlefield etc >one night after my parents were asleep my cousin and I (being the stupid teens we were) decided to sneak out and wander around town for because we were bored >after a few minutes we realize it's a boring little town, nothing to do >he gets the idea to sneak ONTO THE BATTLEFIELD NOPE >he was a few years older and eventually forced me to go with him >get onto battlefield, it's spooky, dark, windy, and cold >we walk around and can't see a thing, constantly stumbling around >walking around when we hear what sounds like musket fire NOPENOPENOPE >I'm ready to leave at this point because I don't want to see no ghosts >cousin says "It's just fireworks." >BULL >keep walking around and then hear what I can only assume is a cannon, a loud BOOM that sounded close by >I'm freaking out and even my cousin is starting to get nervous >we begin to head back towards the lights in the town >as we walk we hear a bugle call and shouting behind us >we start running >make it back to town and back to the hotel >my dad woke up and chewed us out for sneaking out >we told him what happened, he (believing in ghosts etc.) told us to go to bed and try to forget it



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>one year after my dad died >16 >wake up >dark figure crouching over me >silent for a few seconds, seems like it's staring at me but I can't see its eyes >it screams my name unbelievably loud and sharp, in my father's voice, the way he used to whenever I was in danger >run battlemode.exe >frantically fight it off of me >push it into middle of room, where light from alarm clock is shining >it has no eyes or nose, just a mouth with dry cracked lips and wrinkles around it >screams my name again, then comes at me >shrieking and flailing my arms wildly, I fight my way past it >run into mums room >she is crouching in the corner, in hysterics and holding a gun >she says she heard it too >we nope out of there >stay at family friend's house for the night >neighbour calls momanon's cell, asks if she's okay >neighbour heard it too



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>15 yrs old, few years ago. >Laying in my couch downstairs watching Predator for the first time >It's very late and I'm borrowing my mother's computer. >Suddenly, a female voice calls my name >It sounds like my mom, but something's a little bit off >Her tone seems angry and strange >My brain goes into overdrive knowing that there might be someone upstairs. >Don't know what to do, so I sprint upstairs at full speed to see if my mother and little brother are okay. >I'm still suspecting she might've been calling me. >When I arrived at her room, the lights were off and they were asleep >Woke her up and asked if she called me >Anon, what are you talking about?

After thinking about it thoroughly, I could've sworn the voice was coming from my bedroom. I stayed at my grandma's after that whole incident for at least a couple of weeks until I forgot about it.



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>be 8, sleep with sis in bunk beds >she's bigger than me so she gets top bed >one unparticular night I have trouble sleeping, so instead of going to bed I stay up watching tv >sis goes to bed first, I stay til a bit later until mom comes and starts complaining about the hour >anon go to sleep rite NAO or I'm gonna take Simon away (simon as in my teddy bear) >such threat, much menace, I call the night, take simon and go to bed right away >I just layed in bed being unable to sleep >I can hear my sis changing sides over and over on top bed, she's being loud with the blankets and stuff >shut up sis, I'm trying to sleep >shhhhhhhhhhh >don't shhh me you're the noisy one >shhhhh >I'm gonna kick your butt through the mattress, you shut up! >suddenly sis comes into the room and climbs the ladder to her bed, apparently she was in the bathroom >ok, NOPE >pretend I have a bad dream and cry out to my parents so they let me sleep with them >demand to change the bunkbed to normal beds or I'll never go back to sleep in my room cause reasons >eventually they replace the bunk bed with 2 beds and I was happy >nothing like that ever happened again



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>Be like 15 >Watching tv with mom at night >Room is in the second floor with a stair at the left >stair leads to the sofa room, it has a red carpet and a red light that was always on at nights >Suddenly I hear her praying in low voice >Turn my head to her at my left >Notice the shadow of a man looking at us >The light from the sofa room can´t project it >Instead, it highlights it >Living in bad neighborhood, I get up and scream thinking it´s a thug >The shadow does two steps back and dessapears



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> be 17 > at friend's home in middle of nowhere, CO > we decided to go walk around, there's a small creek beside his home where we can walk beside and down for a while > getting late, getting dark > heading back to his home, we just have our phones for lighting, making sure we don't slip into the creek or anything > hear a small splash behind us > fairly strange, but maybe we accidentally made a rock fall into it or something > turn around and aim phone light > not too far away, enough to be barely lit by phone but still be hardly visible, I see what looks like a humanoid figure in the creek > it wasn't moving, just facing us > my heart sank > felt like it was looking at us > my friend screams "HOLY CHRIST" > his sudden scream startles me > drop my phone > hear loud splashing sound > I'm not sure if it was coming at us or running away > I don't care at all > tear so fast back to his house > stay the night, lock the doors, watch TV all night, not sleeping at all > morning came, sun is out > I go to get my phone > everything seems ok



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>living alone. >Get home from crappy job with enough time to put my feet up and watch a show or two before I have to appease the stomach gods. >Halfway through an episode of Mythbuster's when I hear something in the dark outside my house. >Something like scuttling claws against wood. >I live in Australia, so critters like possums are common. >Turn on the backyard light and step outside. >Nothing is on the veranda, no signs of possums. >Go back inside, paranoid a little. >I found a ripped open possum the other day in my backyard but we have a few cats in our neighborhood so nothing much to worry about. >Go inside and finish the episode, nothing noteworthy for the rest of the night til bed. >In bed, lights out. >I have two large windows in my room. One to the right side of the room, looking out to the side of the house. And the other which looks out the front. >I hear scratching of claws again, this time on tiles. >Again, possums on my roof are very common. >Don't caew, even if their tiny feet sound like people walking on the roof. >But then a sound chills me to my bone. >It sounds like a hoarse voice trying to say something in a foreign dialect, or just very badly. >Brush it off, because I have to get up early the next morning. >Almost asleep after thirty minutes of silence. >Then I notice something, some huddled figure, that's just a black shape only barely visible from the sky. >Hesitantly grab my phone, and shine the screen at the window.

>My phone is constantly set to lowest brightness so I can save battery through out the day. >So, the light from it was abysmal, but just enough to light up two red eyes. >They were reflective, like a cat's but this thing was bigger than a tom. >Human sized at least, even bigger since it looked hunched. >My phone screen turned off, and I looked down away from it to turn it back on. >When I raised the light, it had vanished, not a sound. >Get up, and close the curtains. >Sleep uneasily the whole night.

>In the morning before work, I check out the roof. >Find two mangled possums, one of which had half of its body crushed. >A blood trail leading up to it lead me to believe that it was still alive for some time and had tried to crawl away. >I was creeped out by this point, but I had reached my deadline and had to go to work. >It would be quite difficult for a cat to first climb up the house and then catch two possums at once, and completely crush the second one's pelvis and legs >I get home, and do the usual routine of TV, dinner then bed. >Around the same time as last night, I end up hearing the same sounds. >Grab my phone and shine the light up at the same window and I see the eyes. >Same reflective eyes. >The phone turns off, and in a panic I try to turn it back on, but then I realize something. >I hadn't opened the curtains. >I ran like a bat out of hell out of my house and crashed at my friend's for a week.



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>Be about 16-17, I'm not even really sure. I can't remember. >Be in bed early for some reason. >Family still awake, I can see light coming from the living room. >Can't sleep. >Suddenly hear scratching. >Long scratches seem to be coming from the outside. >Lived in a trailer at the time, so outside walls are aluminum. >mustbedemscarytreezlol.jpg >Suddenly hear one of the scariest things ever. >Sounds like someone is taking an extremely deep, and dry breath. >Nobody around, and this deep, dry breath is still going, and getting louder. >Heart is starting to pound, not sure what is going on, I don't believe in this stuff. >Finally man up and bolt out of bed. >Speed walk into the living room where my family is chillin' out. >Pretend like everything is normal. >Sit and watch TV.

I was terrified that night. I remember telling my sister about it, and so she had to stay with me until I fell asleep.



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>be 13-14 >still scared of dark >got a scary roof-top >also got electric generator there (power shortage is common here) >middle of night >wake up >power shortage again >mosquitos.gif >hear my dad going upstairs >thinking he's gonna start the generator >lay there for some time >finally decide to go after my dad and see what he's doing up there instead of starting the generator?! >go upstairs >dad standing in middle of the roof looking at the sky >wat.jpg >ask him what he's doing >says he has some work to do >decide to start the generator myself >let the generator warm up before switching on the power >dad still looking at the sky >a voice came from downstairs, sounded like my dad. "Anon, you up there?" >turn around to see the man who was looking at sky >he's still there >timefreeze.jpg >NOPE.GIF >trip on the stairs on my way down, wake up in hospital >turned out real dad was sleeping and woke up on the sound of generator starting >never gonna go to the rooftop again



[782]

>about 2 years ago >Laying in bed trying to go to sleep >My bed is next to the window where the front door is right below on the ground floor >We also have a gravel driveway >Laying in bed when suddenly I hear someone banging on the door >Banging continues >It's pretty heavy >Banging MOVES UP THE WALL >Lay still as I can, crapping my boxers >Banging goes back down wall to door >Banging stops >Heavy footsteps as if something moved THROUGH the door and began up the stairs >Footsteps continue up the stairs and the banging along the walls continue >Heavy footsteps work their way around the porch where my bedroom door is >Banging on MY BEDROOM DOOR >Banging stops suddenly, not sure if there's something in my room watching me >Too pussy to get up and turn the light on to see what's what >Fall asleep after probably going white

The weird thing is, after I told my housemate about it he then told me that he heard heavy breathing on the second floor when he was in the kitchen a couple of nights before that. I don't know what to think about it....



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>Grow up in Ireland >live on farmland close to shore >sleeping like a baby >hear my GF get up to piss >she always touches my arm when she comes back >no touch >pressure in bed next to me >10 minutes pass, still nothing >hear raspy breathing >nopenopenopescrewthis.jpg >take deep breath >leap to the door >throw it open >gf in kitchen >"Hey, coming back to bed?" >"I thought you were outside." >says she never came to bed



[784]

>14 year old me >family looking for new Christian church >first night at new church >go into bathroom, completely empty and no music >sitting on pooper in dead silence for few minutes >suddenly something smashes into my stall door so hard all the other stalls shake a little bit >look under door, can see entire bathroom >nothing there >ask if anyone is there, no response >few minutes pass, scared to open the door, watching under stall door while still on toilet >suddenly hear something walk away from my door, sounds like the noise a dog makes with its claws when walking on tile >still looking under door and there is nothing there, hear the claw-sounds move over to the sinks then back to in front of my stall >something smashes into my stall door again, same as first time >still can't see anything there >frozen terrified on toilet, bent over looking under door >not sure how long passes, probably a minute or two >nothing else happens >pull pants up, don't even wipe >sprint out of bathroom to parents in the main room >tell them we need to leave >I am obviously freaking out and they don't question me >we leave and never go back to that church



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>Be Irish kid, aged 14 >Party last night, still lying in bed >Live in a rural area on a farm >Hear the dogs barking at something outside >Climb out of bed, look through blinds >Black figure, looks like a dog crawling through the grass >Reaches fence, stands up on forelegs and it looks 7 feet tall >Has hands for feet and hands are humanlike not like a dogs paws >Has fingers >It turns its snout 180 degrees and looks directly at me >Continues to climb over fence >7 foot dog creature with fur all over except for its hands which has hands for feet with human fingers then sprints into the undergrowth

It was unsettling, my ma and dad weren't home so I went to my dad's room, took his shotgun and camped in bed scared until they got home (Which by that time it was night.)



[786]

We were in Waxahachi Texas at a restaurant called the Cat Fish Plantation. It was about a week before Halloween 2013, so not very long ago.

The house is old victorian style and reportedly has several ghosts that used to be former occupants. Anyways we sat down at the table with my wife who was sitting across from me. There was nothing behind her but the wall. While we were waiting for food it felt like someone was trying to push in her chair. It lasted fairly briefly, but she could feel her being pushed forward along with the chair.

It didn't happen to me personally, but I believe her. I have never had an experience like that and neither has she.

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[787]

> Be messing around on internet > Feel tap on headphones > Glance up and don't see anything > Figure it's just my imagination, or I'm sleepy > Another tap, Jesus Christ piss off imagination > Next tap was hard enough to knock my headphones off my head > Nearly jump into orbit > Look around, don't see anything, check around house for anything > Don't find anything > Continue to screw around on the internet til I go to sleep > While I'm trying to sleep I hear a faint girl voice and a loud male voice, male voice is shouting > Figure TV, Radio, Ipod, ect must still be on > Get up, voices stop > Go back to bed, swear I hear doors slamming, as well as the voices getting louder > Get back in bed after I find nothing and somehow fall asleep through the voices and slamming doors

The voices don't happen all that often but still, it was odd. Either I'm going crazy, or something really wants my attention.



[788]

>Be Xmas just gone >Mum buys my baby daughter a doll >standard, Toys r' Us doll. Giggles and crawls >nothing spooky about it >about a week later, put my daughter to bed >doll on other side of the room >turn to leave, doll giggles. >this starts to happen fairly regularly over next month or so >one day, doll has moved itself (seemingly) into daughter's play pushchair >still giggling randomly >Wake up one day and find doll in daughters cot with her. Giggles when I walk in room. >throw itin the bin.

Might have just been faulty, but it was freaky.



>doll friggin' teleporting around >faulty



[789]

>be 17 >dad in bed, mom is working nights >I'm downstairs watching LOST >see a sillhoette behind the curtains >freaks me out a bit, but I'm too cosy with a hot choc in my blanket watching LOST to check it out >about 10 minutes go by >the sillohette appears and somebody starts banging on the window >they bang really quickly for about 5 seconds and then run off >I jump up and pace about for a bit, panicking >eventually open the curtains, nobody there >check outside >nothing

It was probably somebody screwing with me, but who, and why?



[790]

>10   >at beach house during vacation >at night >attempt to sleep, but can't   >give up, open my eyes, just lay down >close eyes try again >give up once again, open my eyes >see old lady dressed in rags wearing a bunch of jewelry sitting on a chair 10 feet away from me smiling >close my eyes >count to 5 >open them >old lady in rags still there >NOPE >run out of room without looking back



[791]

>a few years ago >staying at a friend's flat >he has one of those glow in the dark pens >stay over the weekend >mostly just play retro video games >on the second night switch light off to sleep >something is written on the wall with the glow in the dark pen >"i will kill you"

Not that spoopy. Could have just been my friend screwing with me, but he never admitted to it.



[792]

I used to live in a oldish house (maybe 120 years old) with my mom and sister, and we'd hear things all the time.

>sound asleep in my room >sister bursts in, is surprised that I'm still asleep >"Your radio was on." >it wasn't >this happened at least twice, sometimes other people heard music too

>sitting in living room >mom in kitchen >hear a voice say "what?" >mom and I both respond at same time >I thought she said it, she thought I said it >no one else in house >then who was "what"?

>lying in bed, wide awake because insomnia >mom asleep upstairs, TV off >can hear people talking very faintly, but can't hear what they say >think it's just my ears playing tricks on me >move out of old house >no longer hear voices

>picture on my bookshelf was sometimes in a different position from where I left it >think it's just the cats doing it >inspect the picture >room is filthy dirty >dust all over the bookshelf >no pawprints in it, just the line where the picture frame had been dragged along

That house was spooky. Also it was full of bats. They crawled through the walls and made scratching noises all friggin' night, hence the insomnia.



[793]

>be 12 >wake up from nightmare at 3 am sobbing (all I remember is that I was being followed by some invisible force in a spooky forest) >cat comes in while I'm trying to calm down >move laptop out of the way so she can sit next to me >other cat comes in >they swipe at each other a little and move into the kitchen >follow them in case they get too feisty >just watch them eat, now completely calm and awake >suddenly there's this obscure, almost demonic sound, like an extremely untuned piano playing ode to joy drunkenly, coming from the old organ down the hall >stand in shock for a while staring into the dark hallway >feel something staring back >sinister face appears exactly where I'm looking >nope back to my room, cats under my arms >slam door shut and huddle in the corner >"I-it was just a dream, anon, calm down." >occurs to me that I moved my laptop before it hit the fan >"See it's fine, you're gonna see that it isn't where you placed it and have proof that it was all a dream." >run over to see that it's definitely where I put it



[794]

>16 >Just moved into new house >It's old and inna woods (has about a 100m dirt road leading to it) >Single dad works till 6:00 every day >Get home from school at 3:00 >Fairly gloomy day >Walk up path like usual >Tilt head up >See the top floor window curtain brushed over like somebody's peaking out >It brushes back as if somebody pulled it closed >NOPE >walk back to main road >Wait 3 hours for dad to get home >for the 4 years that I lived in that house, I never had a good night's sleep again



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>about 8 >Walk between two apartment buildings, away from dad who is talking to someone >Run into "dad" standing there, bent over and fidgeting >Say "Dad?" >Hear "Dad" say, "I'm not your dad, I'm just pretending to be," in weird high-pitched voice >Run away from "Dad" back to real dad



[796]

>about nine years old, laying in bed >hear loud, low breathing coming from the hall outside >go outside into the hall >breathing moves to bathroom >go to bathroom >breathing moves out into hall again >go back out into hall >breathing moves to top of stairs >go back to bed, hear breathing until I go to sleep



[797]

>2007   >Be alone for the weekend and 17 >Surfing /b/ for laughs since loneliness is beginning to set in   >Hear my cat start meowing in the next room, ignore it and continue lurking >Meowing is getting deeper, like they're meowing into an empty vase >Decide to get up and see if he's stuck in a pot again (it's happened before, fat cat) >Turn around and realize I've been lurking for hours, and the house is pitch black since I never turned lights on   >A bit anxious, but not scared yet >Walk into the next room, only light source is coming from the street lamp outside >Look down and see two gleaming eyes looking up at me   >About to reach down to pet my cat, but my gut suddenly feels like it's doing backflips so I stop >eyes disappear, ignore it and walk over to turn on the light >Cat is standing at the front door >Turn back around, catch a glimpse of a shadow of some weird looking creature as its shadow leads into the kitchen >Grab my baseball bat from the desk and run into the kitchen because I'm not a beta >mfw nothing is in there >mfw nothing is even making a single sound in the house >mfw slept each night with my bat clutched in my hands



[798]

[Begins in Phone Calls, 57]

>Me and friends get back from movie >Stop by a local drug store to get some beverage, but decide not to because some creepy dude in a green hoodie is just standing there staring at us >Really shady neighborhood in Detroit >We drive off a few blocks away and decide to get some Wendy's >As we pull up to the window on the left, there's a car next to building on the right with what looks like a green hoodie under it >Think nothing of it >After we get our food we pull out of the lot, we look to the right back at the Wendy's >Same guy, mangled face stands up from under a car that was next to the window and runs off into the night



[799]

>Be at friend's birthday party >Other friend brought a ouija board >Awesome, let's do this >Spend like half an hour sitting around board uneventfully >Someone decides we need a spooky atmosphere >We all move to the bathroom b/c only room in the house that can be completely cut off from light >More ouijing >Nothing for another 15 minutes >Suddenly >"Has anyone shown up yet?" >-YES- >"Are you dead?" >-YES- >"How are you still here?" >-C-A-M-E-B-A-C-K- >"Why?" >[no response] >"Do you mean us harm?" >[no response] >"How did you die?" >-I-F-Y-O-U-W-A-N-T-T-O-K-N-O-W-V-A-C-A-T-E-GOODBYE- >NOPE



[800]

>Be 14 >Right before bed I plug my iPod into my iHome to charge over night >Wake up around 3 am to the sound of my iHome turning on   >Sit up and look around my room confused >No one there >Just as I'm about to lay back down, a song begins playing through the speakers >Of all the hundreds of songs I had on my iPod at the time, it chose to play only one song before turning off >"You're Not Alone"



[801]

>be about 9 years old >left alone in my apartment while parents went to aunt's house >it's late at night >playing some ps2 in the living room >hear doors slam shut >I always have all doors closed when I'm alone >paused game and went to investigate >doors are closed except one >closed it and went back to ps2 >a few minutes later hear doors closing a few seconds apart from each other > it couldn't be people from other apartment units since there wasn't a unit below us or on top of us. >go and investigate again >about to hit the light switch again to light the hallway >see a shadow zip from brother's room to bathroom >NOPE.jpeg >ran to living room and turned on all lights >held our bible we never read until parents came home



[802]

>15 years old >House always felt kinda creepy at night >I'd always get up for water in the middle of the night >Always get the feeling I'm being watched >After a few months, suddenly I feel like I'm being followed >Scared to death if I turn around something will be there >Eventually feel brave >One night, go into the kitchen >I say out loud that if there's anything there to make some noise >SOMETHING falls over in the living room >NOPE, back to bed I go

A few days after that happened:

>Watching a movie >Whole family's at Target >Middle of the day, bright and sunny >Suddenly, I hear a child laughing in my little brother's room >I get up to see if I'm just hearing things >Still hear it >Start walking towards his room >I can hear it getting closer to me as I walk towards it >Get to the doorway >I can hear it coming from the center of the room >Step in the room >Noise stops immediately >Okay seriously, NOPE, back to movie I go

Later that night:

>Laying in bed trying to sleep >Hear footsteps in the hallway >Roll over, expecting it to be one of my brothers >Footsteps pass, brother does not >Suddenly, I can hear footsteps in my room >They start pattering around everywhere >Panicking, I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling >Burned out image of a goblin type face flies right at me

After that, I would always stay up until sunrise, and play games with friends on Skype. Initially mom never seemed to care, but then she started complaining I would get too loud, even though I'd have to be shouting to be heard. One night, I went to bed early, and my phone woke me up. She texted me saying to stop yelling, when the whole house was asleep. That's when I was convinced that house was evil. My parents never even believed me once.



[803]

>dumb 15 year old kid >home alone >taking a shower when light suddenly turns off >not a single light on in the entire house >oh god, oh god, oh god >reach out blindly for the light switch and turn it on >I swear I see an old lady in the mirror >get ready for bed >laying in bed still home alone >sounds like a creaking rocking chair in the living room >nothing there >see sillohouette of a lady on my door >hide under covers while hearing an old crackling laugh

Found our after we moved out of that little house my parents were renting til they moved to the East Coast that the old lady that had lived in it before us had died in the house.



[804]

>lie down to go to sleep >after a few minutes the mood in my room suddenly changes >feels like something is watching me >look toward the center of my room >what looks like a man in overalls holding a lantern is standing in the middle of my room >rush up outa bed and turn the light on real quick >look around and see nothing whatsoever



[805]

>3rd semester college, living in an apartment >in Boston, so apartment building is narrow and one floor is one apartment # >live in the topmost floor, the 3rd floor >become friends with the 2 girls living on the floor directly below >have terrible sleep schedule >one early Saturday morning, around 3 AM, lying in bed with laptop just surfing around >hear crying coming from directly below my room >starts off as just loud sobbing, grows into full on wailing >lasts about half an hour iirc >crying abruptly stops >loud, slow thuds, like stomping, going away from where crying was >really loud door slam >think nothing of it, maybe one of the girls going through a breakup or something >run into one of the girls out in the hall a couple days later >ask her if everything was all right and if her roommate was all right, tell her that I'm always there if they need anyone, etc etc >she's really confused >tell her about what I heard >she says both of them were out of town all weekend

Not really that big of a nope for me, but one of the girls was really spooked. The other one didn't believe me / thought I was just messing around.



[806]

>2 years ago >Home alone, just got out of shower >Notice room light is off >Reach for lightswitch >Deep growling noise, really close >NOPENOPENOPE.GIF >Run to back door and let dogs in >Dogs go nuts and rush straight to my room >I get there, dogs normal, light back on.

I let my dogs sleep with me that night.



[807]

Not really that spectacular, but here goes.

I've always had a thing with seeing faces. Most of the time I just see a white-ish blob with two darker holes in the corner of my eyes. This happened too often to be a coincidence. There's also this thing where if you start thinking about entities and spirits, talking about them or searching them, you'll attract them. I think some of you can relate.

>16 >be at gf >in her room >start talking about our experiences with seeing things >suddenly, after about 20 minutes we both get this scared feeling >I suggest we go downstairs cus she has always had these weird things in her room, even to this day >we get downstairs and talk some more >time to leave, 1 am >we get outside >I get my bike and turn around to get out the garden, facing her room >in the corner of the window of her room is a face, one clearer than the ones I've seen so far >also I'm looking right at it, never happened before >holycrap.jpg >get out of the garden >after we get outta there she asks if I saw that >oh God >we aren't planning on leaving each other now so we might as well talk about what we saw >we start talking about where you go when you die >we start talking about entities stuck in limbo >suddenly I get an extreme feeling of sadness, like betrayal and/or abandonment >look towards a tree, about 100 metres away >see a black silhouette of a little girl standing right next to it >feeling intensifies >we discuss what we saw, scared >after a while I leave >she was having a hard time that night dealing with the things in her room



[808]

> be 14/15 > messing around with badly made wannabe ouija board > put it under desk after using it in bedroom > suddenly hear scratches at night, like something moving on it. > wtf.jpg > check it, really comes from board > gets louder > won't stop > get myself together and throw it out the room > no sleep that night



[809]

>me and my gf got a new bed >I was putting it up >went underneath the bed to tighten bolts. >I saw a pair of my gf shoes from under the bed and assumed she was there. >I call out. quite loud because of the fact I was underneath the bed. >Got spooked because in response all I got was a very distant muffled voice. >I look back to see the feet had gone. with no noise >She claims she was downstairs all the time making lunch

This all happened in broad daylight around midday.



[810]

>my room is on the 2nd floor with roof access from my window >my bed is right under the windows in my room >across from my windows is also a mirror >I was sitting in front of my mirror doing my makeup and I see the shadow of a bird behind the curtains >awesome I love birds >I watch it for a while and it's just doing bird stuff >it starts tapping its beak on my window >I walk up to the window about to pull the curtain away to see the bird >I pull the curtain away and there's nothing there



[811]

>be last year >live in the city >live in semi bad neighborhood >walk to work at 5am everymorning >about 5 blocks from my house to work >that morning was cold for April >light rain and foggy >take side shortcut down a side street >walking past alley >see a guy standing sideways in the alley >he wasnt walking down the alley or torwards me >just standing there twirling a black umbrella >he was wearing black clothes like a long dress coat and a derby >tall and skinny about 6'5-6'6 >when I see him my instinct is to run away >afraid if I run he'll notice me >start walking faster >got a feeling like something wasn't right >like I was seeing something wasnt suppose too >when I get the fear the guy starts walking away >walking weird like idk how to describe it, like a marrionette maybe



[812]

>Be 12 year old me back in old apartment >Staying up past bed time playing games on Nintendo DS   >There's a closet opposite of the door to my room >Rats always coming out of a hole in there >Mom always tries to cover it but they always somehow break through >This night I hear scratching sounds >Then the most creepiest feral growling coming from the closet >Turn off my game and sleep under the blanket for the rest of the night



[813]

Bit of backstory first. Right about the time my older sister was born (she's three years older than me) my parents started building a house. Six months after sis is born the house is finished and they move in. They live in the house from then until I was six years old.

Then we moved to Iowa for my dad's job. When we moved my uncle and his girlfriend moved in. When I was 11, the company dad worked for went belly up so we moved back to to the old house. Uncle still lived there and stayed with us until I was 14. And now, story time.

>Be 12 years old >About a week into summer vacation >Parents and uncle at work, sis is with her friends >Home alone >Nothing on TV except soap operas >Forget this I'm gonna watch a movie >Grab my dvd and head towards player in living room >Walking past uncle's room >Hear mumbling >theheck.jpg >Peek inside >Some girl is sitting on the bed >Kinda surprised but not really >We exchange "Hi"s >Tell her I'll be in the living room >She says ok and I walk off to watch my movie

>15 minutes later she comes into the living room >Says she's leaving, comes over and motions for a hug >Think it's weird but oblige, uncle's girls are normally pretty nice >Heads towards the backdoor >I say bye, attention still mostly on movie >About 30 minutes later >I never heard that girl come in >Never heard the backdoor open or close when she left >NOPE to my room and wait for someone to get home >First one to get home is uncle >Got some questions for you >Ask him who she was and he asks me to describe her. >Kinda short, mid length black hair, pale and, looking back, pretty cute. >Turns out this girl's name was Liz >She was my uncle's girlfriend, and lived with him when we lived in Iowa. >And, as cliche as it sounds, she died during this time (not in the house though, car accident in town). >Apparently liked hearing about how me and my sister were doing and wanted to meet us at some point

Still live in that house and have since moved into my uncle's old room. Haven't ever seen her again but the room does have a different feel than the rest of the house. I like to think she's still here and every once in a while I talk out loud to aunt Liz, just in case she is there.

Sorry if it's not as NOPE as some others but it's the only experience I've ever had.



[814]

>always scared of huge garden in the back of our house >looked like a jungle during night >room was on the garden side of the house so at night I would always pull down the blinders >one night I wake up from a bad dream >soaked in sweat >look outside >suddenly feel like I'm walking by myself >can't fight against it >slowly walk towards the back door leading to the garden >stare outside, thoughts are going crazy >want to cry and scream but can't >open door and step outside >keep wandering until I reach the swing >grab it and turn around with back to rest of garden >freezing and shivering from anxiety and temperature >nearly piss myself and can still feel my heart exploding in my ribcage >can't move anymore >suddenly dad comes from inside because he woke up from the lights and picks me up

To this day I don't know why I did that or what happened. I blame it on sleep walking, but I remember it just like yesterday, so I was conscious. It was really odd and scary.



[815]

>Have an asperger's brother, he's kind of a nutjob, not in the retarded way but in the freaky way >Always says pseudo-neonazi stuff >Jokes around about killing people >He's in high school >I'm in college >Summer break, I decide to go back home to hang out with my family >We go to my brother's room to play vidya games >His room looks like a pig lived in it >Plates everywhere >Crumpled up paper >Half-eaten food >I smell something nasty behind the dresser >He goes to the washroom to take a piss >I investigate behind the dresser >There's a fist-sized hole in the wall >I take out my cellphone and use the flashlight option >I start to get sick >There's a severed, rotten hand in the hole >And a knife covered in old, brown, bloodstains >Earlier this year, somebody went missing in this neighborhood >I put two and two together >My brother comes back >He sees me investigate >He takes out his pocket knife and threatens to kill me and our family if I tell anybody >Past few weeks he tries to keep an eye on me >Summer break is over, head back to college out of town >Still haven't told anybody.



[816]

>Sleeping with head at the end of the bed >Door is right next to end of the bed >Mom opens door and just stands there >Ask her what she wants >She doesn't say anything >Look at her face >Her eyes look like gaping black holes and her mouth is open and black too >I start screaming because I think she's a demon who's going to eat me >She turns on the light and asks me why I'm acting like she's going to hurt me



[817]

This remind me of something rather strange I experienced last summer when I had the house to myself for a couple of weeks.

>Family gone on vacation >I stayed home because I love having the house to myself >I was at the computer just chilling with friends on skype >suddenly hear a big slam >it was the front door >barge out my room and towards the front door >door to the kitchen from the hallway is wide open >I lock myself in my room, call a few friends >when they arrive we explore the house and we find nothing

I remember locking all the doors to the house the night before going to bed. We ended up sharing strange stuff that had happened during the years.

Overall it was a pretty OK day, it kind of traumatized me but I have honestly no idea what happened or if anyone went in the house.



[818]

Something strange happened to me a few weeks ago:

>be asleep in bed >house alarm goes, so I go to turn it off >go around the house real quickly, look into the gardens >looks normal, so turn alarm back on and go back to bedroom >just as I close the door, I feel something knock against it >I throw my body against the door, then sit down with my back against it. >about 10 mins later, I feel the door getting pushed again >seriously freaking out, decide I'll stay there all night. >an hour later, I hear my phone ringing from the bathroom >I don't have the generic default iPhone ringtone >my phone was actually right beside me, charging under my bed >another while later feel another bump against the door >eventually, I nodded off leaning against the door >woke up at 5, when the alarm went off >Initially, I stood up to run downstairs and turn it off >then I remembered why I was by the door. >eventually, my actual phone rang, because my neighbours were knocking on my door to get me to turn off the alarm, but I wasn't answering >went downstairs, apologised to neighbours >inspected the house the following day and found nothing broken and no windows or doors open >still paranoid about it



[819]

>One or two years ago. >I lived in a second floor and right next to the stairs leading downstairs. >2 AM I guess, chatting with friends and browsing the web. Using Wi-fi and my notebook was unplugged using battery power. >By the side of my eye I catch a glimpse of something rolling up the stairs. >It looked like a head, turn arround, nothing >Tell my friends about and we all laugh. >Minutes later, it happens again. >Tell my friends, I felt uneasy but no big deal. >Happened a third time. NOOOOPE.jpg >I wasn't sure what was going on. >Got a very bright idea, got my extract of the book "Thirteen", in the chapter "the magic". >Friends told me don't do it. >"Don't worry anon, it will be fun.   >Go downstairs to the bathroom, everything is pitchdark.    >Use my phone's light to read and follow the instructions. A couple of weird sounds but nothing too scary.    >Go back to room, everything is still pitchdark. Only light source is phone and notebook.    >Try to tell my friends what happend. Can't. No internet.    >Go check router. No lights.    >Look out the windows. Whole city is dark.    >NOPE.jpg    >Massive blackout right when I went downstairs.    >Minutes later, friend texted me. Told me that right when I posted I was going downstairs, lights died.    >"Anon, what did you do?"    >I-I don't know



[820]

>Be probably around 8 or 9. >Hanging out with my twin friends and my sister at the twin's house. >Their dad has a camera facing the front door and stairs inside the house. >Uses it to see who is coming and going. >This day he calls us to come look at the camera. >We look and see a glowing figure pacing back and forth up and down the stairs. >I tell my younger sister to go check if it's really there. >She goes and looks at the stairs. >No man. >We still see it on the camera. >After awhile he just fades away. >Find out later that a man had died in the house, and also hated my friend's dad.



[821]

>Like 14-15 >Staying over at friend's house on Halloween >She tells me she has small ghost girl in her house who will sometimes call her name and wake her up when she's on the verge of sleep >"Yeah whatever, it's Halloween. Of course you'd say something like that." >Fast forward to 3 a.m.   >Me, friend, and other friend sleeping on friend's bedroom floor >Everyone in house is asleep, even the pets >On verge of sleep myself >Hear a tiny voice in my ear say friend's name >Open eyes, don't move >Don't see anything, everyone still sleeping >"Whatever, I was probably just starting to dream about what she told me." >Close eyes again, wide awake now >Ten seconds later, same voice calling for friend >Sit bolt upright >Nothing there >Friends still out cold >Slowly lay back down and go to sleep >Still weirds me out to stay at that place



[822]

>College >New girlfriend >First date on Halloween - go to haunted house run by a nearby frat >Walking back afterwards (midnightish), go through a graveyard to freak her out more >I'm getting twitchy too >Suddenly, loud cackling laugh - heart's pounding, fight or flight mode >Just some drunk girls walking >Walk over creepy suspension bridge >Can't see the river below, but there are still lights around >Get to the end, look down our next street to go on >Pitch black >Like, can't see at all; if that section of the street had been a sinkhold we couldn't even tell. >Other way is still somewhat lit from streetlamps >Step into the circle of the last lit streetlamp before the darkness >Peering that way, trying to see anything >Streetlamp further up suddenly flickers on >Like it's inviting us to go further >Nope >Turn around to go the long way on the other street >Both streetlamps go out >NOPE >Hightail it up to the lit road and back home



[823]

>be 16 or so   >in front of mirror getting ready for the day >see shadow behind me   >it looks like the upper torso of a man >I think it's my shadow so start to just look away >as I start to look away it moves towards the other end of the room >realize that could not have been my shadow due to the way the lighting was arranged >nope out of there



[824]

>be 23 >live in suburban garden town's border next to city >moved there w/ dad's family >attend judo on far end of city because friends all live there >get home late, no proper transport >walking home on main road after getting off last bus >notice some teenage (16-18) girl in hoodie sitting at bus stop near home >look at cell >2 AM >no bus until 4:30 >pretty cold outside >looks up as I get close >blonde hair/blue eyes qt 3.14 >ask if she's waiting for bus >"Yes." >timetable vandalized and stolen as usual >tell her there won't be a bus anywhere until 5 and ask where she's going >says capital >3 hours on foot, makes her sad >invite her over to wait it out together >modestly accepts >chat on the way, learn she's been at sleepover but there was some issue with schizo grandpa and she left >arrive >open the door >everything dark inside >family already asleep >explain situation >invite her in, ask if she'd like tea or coffee >she says being inside's enough >convince her to have some tea >short on topics so we silently sip along >awkward >ask if she needs to be somewhere on time >she says she doesn't have any errands >offer her to sleep over so she gets some rest >tries to be modest >ask if she'd like to take a shower at least to warm up a bit >accepts >go upstairs, give her towels >go back to my room and browse internet >notice there's no water running >knock and ask if she's there >open door >place empty >get paranoid >take knife I got from dad >stalk around whole house looking >doors locked, keys in my pocket >"Did I just hallucinate?" >go down to kitchen >her used mug >look again EVERY INCH, even in parents' bedrooms >house empty >get no sleep that night, pass out after sunrise



[825]

>be 19 >Sitting in room playing TF2 late around midnight >Work tomorow at 7 >Turn log out of game and switch to Game Grumps >Internet goes out as usual >Hear, clear as day, the sound of someone walking up to my gate and unlatching it >Think it's the cats >Hear gate close >Hear human footsteps on concrete >Hear human footsteps on gravel ouside my window >Look out window >Nothing >Look at gate >Closed >Take breath and try to reconnect internet >The footsteps then turn around and walk toward the gate and exits the way it came in

I know that I heard footsteps.



[826]

>12 >stay over some girl's house >she tells me a baby died in her room before they moved in >turns all the lights off >I sleep on the floor >get a good view of under her bed >wake up just before sun rise >water dripping >creak >hear faint music box and baby talk >see the outline of a small arm reach for me from under the bed >nope on out of there and sleep in the car

Could've been my eyes and ears playing tricks because I was pretty tired, and it was very dark, but still...



[827]

>Around 10 years old, not sure exactly >Wake up an hour earlier than normal >Walk downstairs >See mum watching TV >TV is turned off >Something's weird here >She turns around to look at me >Disappears >Nope out to real mum upstairs



[828]

>be 12 years old >be going to private school run by woman with serious issues (like, thinking her dog was her dead husband reincarnated, et al) >get sick one day >mom works in kindergarten part of school, get sent to rest in office/sick room in that part of building instead of going home since she can't leave >sleep on cot >hear sound like child crying >assume it's one of mom's students and she'll handle it >look up >ceiling tiles are moving >NOPE >get up, tell mom you are too sick to stay >get picked up by grandma and spend next day at home >go back to school >end up asking to talk to the lady who runs the school >tell her what happened >she says a little girl was raped and murdered in that room before this school was in the building >get angry and uncomfortable >assume this is more of her paranormal control tactic nonsense >life goes back to normal >weeks later >mom says she and her kindergarteners were playing ball in a circle and the ball rolled into that room >ball rolled out on its own >next day one of mom's students starts crying in class >says "he bloody girl is staring at him" and points at that room

That school eventually shut down too, but there's another one in that building. I don't live in that town anymore but every time I visit I really wonder if I should find a way of trying to release that poor little girl's ghost.



[829]

>femanon, 24 years old >walking to bus stop at like 2 AM at night >wait like 35 minutes >start worrying that I'll be found looking like Jack Nicholson in The Shining in the morning >forget this >start walking down street back to subway >cab slows down next to me >too cold too be thinking clearly >get in >driver says "You're just where you were supposed to be!" >nope.tiff >driver says, "That old man told me you were out here." >me, trying to find door latch to hop out, who cares if I break my ankle: "Hahaha, what old man?" >"White hair, big glasses? Missing one of his fingers. Told me to tell you that part." >mfw that's a description of my dead grandpa >start crying >driver takes me home safely and expects no payment



[830]

>be 15 >road trip w/ grandma >drive into tiny town to stay in bed and breakfast for three nights >cute town, cute building, really welcoming >grab suitcase >walk into bed and breakfast >instant NOPE feeling >can't explain it, place looks nice, staff are friendly, etc >settle in for the night >notice moving light on wall >try to tell grandma >grandma's asleep in other bed >try to sleep >feel something at the end of bed >look up >woman is standing there wearing a white nightgown and holding a candle just staring at me >NOPE.JPG >burrow under covers and stay there all night >wake up before grandma >go to communal kitchen down the hall >maid is cleaning the counter >she asks how I like the place >lie and say I like it >ask about building history >"It was built as a sanitorium." >NOPE.GIF



[831]

>age 12 >at grandparents... lame >grandma asks for me to get stuff from pantry in basement >ok.jpeg >creepy old doll on top of piano >hand painted, cracks all over face, no eyes >creepy, been there since I can remember >get stuff from pantry and turn to walk back upstairs >doll had turned to face me >MOTHER OF NOPE >run upstairs tell mom >mom freaks, we leave >mom had fear of it since she was child

Was told like last year (I'm 23) by my mother that when she was a kid the dol; moved all the time. Scared the crap out of her.

Grandma liked it because it was from the 1800's or whatever. Old people like old stuff. She refused to get rid of it, until she was in the kitchen making food one day and heard crying and child laughter in the basement. She sold it in a yard sale after that.

My mom was happy to hear it. I'm just wondering where it went.



[832]

>be around 14 years old >my dad got divorced a few years back and just got his first semi long-term girlfriend named Tammy, she was pretty nice and seemed down to earth >we'd always hangout at her condo >she soon got a better teaching job and bought a small house >first couple nights went well for her, I went with my dad to go visit and walk around >always felt a weird feeling to not go off on my own and stay where everyone else is, I'm usually the opposite I enjoy going off on my own >we go home and tammy stays at her house and a few weeks pass and my Dad says we are not going back there >says he won't let me and my sister back into that house, Tammy swears it's haunted or possessed >my dad and her break up, but still communicate because she's pretty cool >tells him story of how one night she opened up her closet to the metal hangers being all bent and the clothes that were on them all over the floor of the closet >she leaves house forever, leaves most of her newly bought things in the house and last I knew she's been living in her car alone



[833]

>Be 10 or so >Was always SUPER creeped out by our house >Was always a fraidy cat (if you will) though so nothing too out of the ordinary >One day >It's about 4 pm >Home alone >On phone with dad >Looking at myself in the mirror in the other room because screw it, had nothing else to do while on land line >Get off the phone with dad >For some reason, I keep looking at myself in the mirror >Suddenly see a pitch black, decrepit hand reach for my head >Jumped like crazy >Looked next to me >Of course, nothing there >Couldn't calm down until my dad picked me up an hour later

Second experience:

>Not TOO long after the first experience >Still got goosebumps thinking of first experience >Watching TV >Trying to calm myself down >Tell myself "Of course ghosts don't exist. That's stupid." >I think aloud so I'm saying all of this >Say with a cocky attitude, "If ghosts were real, they could show me, themselves byyyyyy..... making the TV cut out." >Feeling proud of my ultimatum >I KID YOU NOT >No more then 2 seconds later >TV cuts in an out a couple times >That was the only time our TV ever did anything like that >Immediately frozen with fear >Too embarrassed to tell my parents I was scared >Had frequent nightmares and always felt like I was being watched >Slowly, these experiences and feelings started to fade >Never had any negative experiences for the next 8 years I lived there

I actually kinda miss that house now.



[834]

>six years ago >at home w/ mom eating dinner >brother is out w/ friends >hear footsteps on roof >wat >muffled voices outside >mom gets up to investigate >assumes it's bro and friends >suddenly the house is getting pelted with rocks >look out window >rocks are flying at the house from nowhere??? >mom freaks out >we run upstairs to my room >sound of rocks falling sweeps over the house >mom barricades my bedroom door shut, calls 911 on cell phone >crashing sound in bathroom down the hall >sound of someone climbing into bathtub below window >mom tells police someone's in the house >I'm trying not to cry >police are on their way >sound of rocks still falling >footsteps coming down the hall >stop in front of bedroom door >low growling sound, then retreat down the hall >rocks falling fade away >we wait like four minutes >sirens outside >sound of police entering downstairs >police give mom agreed signal to open door >we go look in the bathroom w/ police >window is broken but still locked >hole too small for anyone to get in or even reach through (about 3x2")   >dirty oversized boot print in bottom of tub tho    >police call brother to ask if he and friends did anything    >brother says he's two cities away at the mall w/ friends and their mom    >call friends' mom    >she confirms this    >while we're waiting outside for police to finish perimeter check, a rock falls from nowhere and hits one of the policemen in the shoulder    >what the hell happened to my house?



[835]

>be 15/16 >friends staying the night and we have air mattresses set up on floor in basement >were about to fall asleep and in the bathroom to the right of us we hear a loud bang >then after that we hear tapping on the closed door from the inside >me an my friend frozen in terror for few minutes not knowing what to do >my friend in front of heater says he's freezing >I feel where he's laying is like ice even though heater was full blast >says he sees a shadow above him >we both nope out of the basement leaving third friend because he wouldn't wake up >next morning we see a shelf laying across the floor in the bathroom we heard loud bang in >we both nope a bit harder >other friend was pissed because we left him alone and said we were making it up to scare him



[836]

>23/m, waiting on heart transplant >full time college student delivering pizza part time because there's no wat I'm just going to wait around to die >have to deliver to 5th floor apartment >no elevators >almost to the top >heart doesn't work so good, feeling faint >all of a sudden, I can tell I'm about to pass out and fall backwards down the stairs >gonna drop 4 pizzas and probably break my neck on the concrete >girl catches my arm out of nowhere, didn't hear her behind me >"I'll help you, you looked a little woozy." >get to the top, thank her >"I guess I was just in the right place at the right time, anon." >she turns left down the hallway at the top, I turn right >wait, how does she know my name? >turn around to ask >there's no girl there but there's no doors for another 20 feet at least, nothing to disappear into in the 2 seconds I wasn't looking at her >all of my wat

Had the transplant 6 months later, all is well now.



[837]

>about 15/16 >my house has a little round about so both ends of the hall way end in the living room. >me and my parents room are in the hallway, and my front door in in the living room. >one night in summer, really hot, I can't sleep. >hear weird noises, feel slight wind. >Get up try to find the source of the noises. >My front door is open, to groggy to think anything about it I close it and go back to my room. >'bout 2 minutes later hear foot steps around the house, pacing, just pacing. stopping every once and a while. >normally I'm a HUGE wimp, but for some reason I'm cool. >hear the noises. >check, door is open. close it, go to bed. >the door opened again, this happened a few more times before I remembered. >I've been hearing foot steps this whole time. >Freak out, but like 10 minutes later pass out. >next morning my parents yelled at me because: "I kept opening the door last night, and they had to get up and close it every ten minutes"



[838]

>Be 14 >10 p.m., almost bedtime. >Upstairs in room, want some water before bed. >Get courage to venture into the dark abyss that is my downstairs area. >"If I think something bad will happen, it will." >Block bad things from mind (despite other supernatural/ghostie stuff that's happened) >Go down "U-shaped" stairs into darkness. >Don't turn on lights because I'm dumb.

Now, a little backstory. Everywhere I have lived this type of stuff happens. So you know, they're following me, etc.

They always have a point of entry/portal/area they retreat to type of thing that, when you pass it, you know you're being watched. In this house, it was a giant window with no blinds/drapes that didn't open. The room it was in wasn't closed off, it just had this weird round about thing connecting it to the kitchen and living room. So basically no doors.

>Walk past "portal" area. >Heebeejeebees of course >Get to fridge in kitchen and grab a water bottle. >Try not to look past fridge into portal room. >Get BAD feeling. >Start to walk faster to stairway. >Instincts ask me why I didn't turn on any lights. >Start speed walking up stairs, get to 5th step and something pulls me by the ankle. >WUTlookbehindmeohgodwhatisthat >It's this weird blacked out thing (only way I can describe it) and it has huge black orbs as eyes that glint off the faint light coming from my room. >Crawling backwards away from me back into portal room >Somehow keeps its eyes and head fixated on staring me dead in the eyes. >Yell for my mother.

The moment I saw it and it ran away was in a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

That house was something.



[839]

>age 17 >Living with my parents >In bed, trying to sleep >Hear footsteps in the hallway. Like someone pacing. >Figure my little sister is up and getting into trouble as usual >Open door. No one there. >Go back to bed. Pacing starts again. >Look again. Stops. >Go back to bed, pacing continues all night, every night from then on. Everyone else hears it too.



[840]

>be home from college for summer >living with mom and dad >sleeping. 1am or so   >hear dad's motorcycle fire up    >BEING ROBBED! >grab 9mm and run out to the drive way in PJs >blood pumping. ready to shoot a mother >See motorcycle >Dad is on bike. >WTF Dad it's late >"Just going for a ride" >feel really confused, dad goes to bed at 11 every night >dad rides off >go back inside >walk to bathroom >pass bed room and see dad in bed >holy crap crap crap crap crap >run back to garage >bike is parked >put hand on pipes >cold pipes >what the heck is happening >don't sleep that night >next morning dad asks me what I was doing in garage last night >tell him I couldn't sleep :/



[841]

>Be browsing 4chin >Suddenly I can´t hear anything >oh man now I'm deaf >I look at my parents,I can see their mouths moving >no sound >suddenly I hear a baby crying out loud in pain >NOPENOPENOPE >I still watch my parents talking,but I can only hear the baby >the only thing I can hear now is that baby in my head >suddenly baby crying is gone >I can hear again

I still don´t know what happened that day.



[842]

>be dad >be early teen >live in creepy old house >in basement there is a ton of stuff from the old resident >dad's dad decides to throw it all out >neat stack of x-rays in the pile of junk >next day go in basement, x-rays are back >anon, why'd you dig those out of the trash throw them away >throw them away >they respawn in the neat stack again... >burn them... they come back >move a week later



[843]

This had happened to 2 uncles and my dad. Backstory:There's this house up in the hills where I go shooting, it's an old farm house and my dad and grandfather used to go up there.The man inside would tell them of old I.R.A. soldiers ghost looking in the windows at him.

>mid 70's >one of my uncles was coming from the beach and the other from the village back to my granda's house >my dad was looking out the window >all of a sudden a light shoots up from that house in the hills >all 3 of them saw it shoot up >more recently my dad described it as "rolling around the hills" >anyway it shot up into the sky and vanished!

The guy who lived there was found dead in the morning.

My story:

>be 4 weeks ago >walking back that road one night coming from my nan's house with dad >going home >dad freezes >looks at the hill >ball of light was floating there >dad told me not to look at it >keep on walking >look back at it and it disappeared.

BTW the ball of light was a good 900metres south from nan's house.

I know of a few more spoopy things from the village. Since it's Ireland, there's a lot of old monastaries and ring forts.

>So theres this place in the village called the new line >it was just a road crossing through a field so it was easier to get around >I've heard of people saying that they have fallen off their bikes there and been aproached by an old lady >the lady is all grey and doesn't speak a word >I believe (I cannot clarify this) she is the lady who commited suicide by jumping off of one of the nearby monastaries

She is seen twice. 1)Jumping off that monastary on a late November night 2)She is seen down the new line when you fall off your bike

I've seen her jump off the monastary with a blue-ish glow.

This is a story my mom's father once told her:

>1922 >IRA prepping to fight the government troops in the civil war >grandfather was walking home one night when he spots a light inside a tomb >opens the graveyard gate >looks through the tomb and there was 3 IRA men loading munitions and weapons into the tomb

Not scary, but I heard that the men were cursed when they disrupted the dead's sleep.

Finally:

>be shooting rabbits back at those hills where my uncles saw that light >see fox running on the beach >I wanna bag him >look through binoculars first >no fox >there was a shadow of the fox running >hear a scream of a young child >nope



[844]

>Late at night laying in bed >Bed is right up against my window and next to a door that leads outside >Thank based Gaben for curtains >Suddenly hear tapping on the window >Lying as still as I could >Barely breathing cause I'm afraid to make any noises >Taps again >To afraid to look out >Taps on the window again >I am losing it >No sound for about 2 minutes >Hear something shuffling down my driveway >Lay awake for the rest of the night

Idc who or what that was, I'm just glad my window was closed, cause when it's open you can reach in and open my door.



[845]

>Sitting in front of my computer >House used to creak and shake a lot, so I'm pretty used to the random 3 am noises >Hear the sound of a lamp getting turned off in my hallway, even hear the chain rattle around (Lamp looked a lot like this one) >Light goes off, hallway is pitch black >Close the door, jump into bed >Door opens slightly >AAAARGH >Stare into the dark abyss that is the hallway >Wake up next morning, door is completely opened >Get lock on my door



[846]

>move into newly renovated freshman dorm >new beds are lofted, mine is alongside a wall-length mirror so technically slept eye-to-eye with reflection >begin having trouble sleeping, become depressed, attribute it to moving to college >begin experiencing night terrors and sleep paralysis, attribute it to stress >finally roommate complains about waking up to find me pressed against the mirror whispering to it   >also complains when I start sleepwalking >try everything to stop it, sleep meds, herbal remedies, etc nothing works >discover as school year ends there's a rumor a former student committed suicide in our room, though we never find a news article about it   >for the next two years, sleepwalking and night terrors worsen, I become unable to differentiate reality from dream if I wake up in the middle of the night >a single, pale black-haired figure is in all my dreams now, nightmares or not, usually in the background but occasionally kills my dream self >roommate dropped out, no longer talks to me after a particularly violent episode >I still have no idea what is happening



[847]

>afternoon one day >home alone all day >house is dead quiet >have to pee >go in bathroom and shut door >hear my name shouted in the form of a question right outside of the door >wat >open door >no one there >walk all around house cause didn't hear front/side doors open >no one >no cars in driveway



[848]

> 1995 > be eight > great grandfather is dying from pancreatic cancer. Not much to do but wait. > he fades in and out of consciousness > he keeps saying "Close the window! They're coming for me!"

It's stuck with me to this day.



[849]

>be 11 year old me staying at my best friend's place for sleep over. >We live on the same street so there's usually no reason to stay over but do it anyways for fun. >Parents gone, babysitter watching us. >Friend has a room with 2 twin beds and a shared bathroom between his room and his brothers room on the opposite end of the bathroom. >Friend's brother is not home. Just me, my friend, and the babysitter. >Sleep in twin bed, have full view of bathroom with a huge, wall encompassing mirror. >Pass out. >BOLT awake. Not rub-your-eyes take time to wake up awake. I mean dead asleep to ALERT in the span of a millisecond. >Stare up at ceiling for a few minutes, wondering why I'm up. >Feels like something is there with us. >Look over, friend is fast asleep. >Look into bathroom, weird greenish-grey light floating around. It didn't look like a candlelight. >His side of the jack-and-jill bathroom door slowly shuts. >Stare at ceiling for what feels like an hour. >Start fading back to sleep. >Hear the classic "crrrreeeaakkkkk" sound like it was out of a horror movie. >Look at door, it's wide open. The light is back. >Light goes over to the other side of the bathroom, disappears, then the other door slowly opens. >Both doors shut at the same time. >NOPE >I run out of the house without even waking my buddy or the babysitter and go back to my house.



[850]

So many nopes from one of my friend's houses.

>Be visiting college friend in her and her husband's house. >Husband away on work. We're alone. >House is literally in the middle of nowhere. Nearest neighbour is a mile away. Surrounded by woods, old fields, and the remnants of a town from the late 1700s. >Decide to watch movie long into the night on the first night, go to bed around 3 am. >I go to sleep in the guest room upstairs. >Fall asleep with some difficulty. >Wake up about an hour later. >There's a man standing over my bed. >Silohetted by the light from the doorway, can't see his face. >Takes a few steps towards my bed and leans over me. >I freak out, start screaming and grab my piddly little cellphone for light. >Man's gone. >Friend weakly calls if I'm okay. >Tell her I had a bad dream and go downstairs to sleep on the couch.

Also a bad idea in retrospect. Next day, we go and walk friend's dogs.

>Go through friend's property, up the road, through a field. Crickets, birds, frogs, all noisy. >Hit the woods, bam dead silence. >Dogs suddenly straining at halters. >Friend explains about the old town. >Stop by foundation of old house so dogs can drink from house's cistern. >Walk a while longer. Find long wall, looks too big to be part of a house. >Friend sitting on wall explains it was the graveyard. >Go inside and see about a dozen gravestones. >Two recently dug up. >Go back to her house, eat, watch movies, go to bed around 2. >Woken shortly by dogs standing at floor to ceiling windows in front of couch, barking at the lawn. >Lawn is pitch black. >Friend comes downstairs. >Both affirm nothing out in the lawn. Dogs barking at nothing. >Friend kennels the dogs, we go back to sleep. >Woken about 5 in the morning by someone standing over couch asking "Is this the one?" >Wake up. Clearly a man. No man. >Go sleep somewhere else. Go home next day.

Nopey place.



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>Be 11 Year old me >Hanging out downstairs watching a movie or something. >Have a black lab. Loyal and loving dog. NEVER bit anyone or anything. Not even little love-bites or whatever. >Movie is playing. Me and my family zoning out. >Dog starts to freak out. Barking and snarling like crazy, looking up above our den. My parents room was directly above the den area. >All of us, "WTF is his deal?" >Dog continues this for about 15 minutes, his hair is standing on edge and he is foaming at the mouth. >Dog finally calms down and is just staring up at the ceiling, his eyes following something but there is nothing on the ceiling. >We decide to go check upstairs. >Try to get the dog to come up. >Dog resists with all his might. >I try to pull his collar to get him to go up the stairs. He bites me. He never bit me before and never bit me after that night. >Dog starts crying, tail between legs, shaking, he's terrified. >Go upstairs, nothing up there. >NOPE

That dog never ever slept in my parent's room again. He use to sleep there every night before then. After that night, he could not stay in my parents room for more than a few minutes.

After the dog incident, we began to routinely hear loud foosteps coming from my parents room. Even when no one was home. This happens to this day and will happen throughout the day. Morning, Day, Night--it doesn't matter. We have heard it at all times in all environments, often more than one person will hear the same thing at the same time. I've had my wife, my friends, my family's friends, even contractors hear the footsteps. These are loud footsteps too, like someone is stomping the crap out of the floor.



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>Browsing /x/ >lurking in this thread >hear three rhythmic thumps in succession >sounds like it's from outside >hardly audible >ignore it >it happens again in a few seconds >it keeps happening randomly with random intervals of silence inbetween

This is happening right now. It's actually starting to get louder, and it originally seemed to be coming from one wall, but now I hear it on two other walls. The room I'm in is a corner of the house, so it's coming from outside. There's a window and the shades are drawn. I'm a little scared of what I might see if I open it.



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>Be 14 and home alone >Hear noises coming from the living room >I lived with my mom in a appartment >Heads out to find out whats making the noice >Gets into the living room >My room is directly connected to the living room >Sees something standing in there >I just think it's my mom >But suddenly I get this uneasy feeling >The thing then suddenly disappears

Looked like it ran really fast out into the kitchen and then it was gone.



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>be about 12 >staying over my friends house >wake up in the middle of the night >see this thing that wasn't there before on his wall >can't see, need glasses and all >squint with all my might and make out what looks like a face >keep staring at it for a couple minutes before it opens its eyes >looks right at me, opens its mouth like it's screaming (no noise), and dissapears into the wall >nope out and hide under the blankets >ask friend next day >"Oh thats just Zeke, he's my sister's imaginary friend. She says he scares easily." >"wat" >"He freaks me out too."



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>be around 8 >rainy day, playing with my toys in my room >look over to my toy chest to see what else to play with >notice a stuffed clown doll type thing sticking out >blue hair, white skin, grey eyes >I don't remember having this stuffed toy before >stare at it for a moment, it stares back, starting to get creeped out >get up and head to the chest to take it out and get a better look >as soon as I reach for it, it gets pulled beneath my other toys and disappears >NOPE >run downstairs to get my dad, freaking out >he comes up, I tell him what happened, he starts to empty out the chest >he completely empties it, nothing is there >he gives me a weird look and tells me to clean up >it never happened again

I swore this happened, and I still do.

I still own the chest, I store blankets and stuff in it, but I am always wary of it.



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> be 8 year old me > wake up suddenly > no weird feeling, so I turn over to go back to sleep > about 4 feet in front of me, 2 feet from the door, there is a girl > Girl looks to be mid-late teens, older style nightdress, silky with lace fringes on the ends of the sleeves, collar, and around the waist. >Wavy, shoulder-length hair, bare feet pointed downward, toes about an inch from the floor, as if she is suspended in air. > NOPE.exe > hiding my head under the covers > "When I look again, she will be gone." > look again > NOPE right back under the covers > She's still there > Still staring straight forward (Not at me) > hasn't moved. Just the hem of her dress swaying ever so gently > wait for what feels like an hour (Only about 10 minutes) > "Mom?" I say quietly > finally, after calling her about 5 times, she comes to the room with a candle (No power at this time) > Watch her come into the room > light from candle fades the girl away, like an eraser in MS Paint > Mom doesn't see "her" > Mom thinks it was just moonlight > Mom tells me to go back to sleep

I remember checking to see if there was moonlight in my room afterward, and it was only a sliver. I also, no matter how hard I try, cannot remember what the girl's face looked like. Like I never knew.



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>Be 12 year-old me >Be at friends beach house >He lived on the last house on the beach. Next to his house was a big cliff shear and a reef. >We go swimming. Normal swimming. Body surfing and stuff. >Feel something grabbing my leg. Freak out but figure it's just a fish or something. >Go back to swimming. Great success. >Night descends. >Bonfire on the beach. Oh yeah smores and burgers. >Look out into the surf, see some glowing stuff swimming around. >"Look at those cool glowing fish." >Think nothing of it. >Glows stop. >Decide to go for night swim session >Feel the grabbing again, this time I see the glowing thing going around me. >NOPE >Run out of the water. The glowing stops. >Me and my friend both look at each other. We go inside the house. >Later that night, hear some scraping sounds on the porch like something shuffling around. Also slight bangs on the sides of the house. >Probably some birds or crabs. >Next day we swim. >Get on surfboards and decide to explore. >Go around the reef to other side of the cliff. >Go walk around. >See abandoned shack on beach. Creepy stuff. It's slowly rotting away. >Go inside. Looks like it's stuck in time. Old pictures, furniture, small kitchen. >Creepy to the max

>Spend rest of the day relaxing. >Night descends again. >Oh yeah, smores and dogs again. >We don't night swim but stay up late talking. >See something on the water, dark shadow thing, like someone's on a surfboard paddling around. >Think it' a guy going for a night paddle. >Call out to him. >This guy, or thing or whatever, turns and looks at us, his eyes are glowing. >Glowing things arrive on queue. >They swim around and go to the shadow guy. >Light him up, looks like shadow alien. >Glowing things stop glowing. >Thing disappears >WTF? >Creeped out. Can't sleep, so we stay in Den watching movies. >Some of us pass out, me and my buddy stay up chatting. >Den looks out at ocean. >Look out at the ocean. Can see surf and shoreline easily. Full moon like a lantern. >Surf rolls in and then suddenly another shadow alien coagulates from the surf. >Stands up and starts walk on the beach. >Goes to our fire pit, inspecting it or something. >"Do you see that, anon?" >"Yup." >"WTF is it?" >"Dunno" >The thing walked around a bit then walked back into the surf and disappeared.

This has messed me up for a while. It's probably just some crazy dude who lives in the shack on the other side but he/the thing didn't look human.



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> chilling in room with new puppy > laying on bed, combing the internet > my puppy is messing around with the door, like someone on the other side is playing with her > think nothing of it for a few minutes. See something out of the corner of my eye, Look over, fingers reaching under door > think it's my room mate for about a half a minute and realize none of my room mates are home > open door, no one there, no else in house >nope out in my room, never speak of it, don't want to give whatever it was more attention



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>House sitting for friend >Has this gigantic, awesome house with two cute dogs >I've had some creepy stuff happen there before but his mom's house sitter canceled >Sure why not >First night, nothing weird >Second night >Fast asleep in friends room >Suddenly the dogs start barking and running to the door like there's someone there >Wake up, hear the door open >Hear friend, his parents, and sister talking as they come in >Get confused, they shouldn't be home for a week and a half >Go downstairs >Dogs are silently sitting in front of the door >All the lights are off, no one is there

Other than that, and this general creepy vibe of constantly being watched, it's been pretty quiet and I've had people over to keep me company. Two days ago the dishwasher started on its own, but they're coming home soon.



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>this evening >Parents go out to little brother's show >Left home alone in pretty big house >Whatever. I'm a big kid now. >Sitting at laptop upstairs watching Youtube >Slowly dawns on me that I can hear movement downstairs >Probably the wind >Door slams >Definitely the wind >Go back to whatever >Hear mom call me, like she's on the far side of the house >Go to door, look out, realize how dark and empty my house is   >Slink back in room, like a weenie >Text dad: "are you guys home?" >"No, stupid" >K, whatever >Texting with friend, phone buzzes and lights up   >Stop texting friend >Phone still buzzing >Not my phone, wtf >Phone buzzing incessant >Something rattles window screens occasionally as well >Try to go back to Youtube >Mom's voice calls up to me   >Closer this time, and with a different tone than before >They're definitely not home >NOPE >Close windows, move shelf in front of door >Parents finally get home, ask me why I've cloistered myself in my room why the front door was open like that >Mfw



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> with girlfriend at the time in bed > passed out > wake up to her screaming and grabbing me > she keeps saying there's someone standing in the corner but I see no one > creepy vibe, chills down my spine > happens every few nights for months

Another time:

> cuddling in bed > talking when I sit up to turn the tv off > at the end of the bed, like hanging off the bed, the blanket was shaped perfectly like a human head, with noticeable ears, a chin, a nose... > brief NOPE then a kick of my foot flattens it out > she asks if I saw the face and if it was even possible for the blanket to lay like that > NOPE



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>playing around with gf >lock her in a room to slow her down >hide in bathroom down the hall >she crawls down the hallway giggling >she says she can see me standing in her brother's room >brother's room is straight down the hall, bathroom I'm in is off to the right >no way she coud've looked into the bathroom and thought she was looking into the bedroom >step out of the bathroom and look at her >we both have the same wtf face

We searched that entire room. We attribute it to shadows and her crawling around. Still wonder what she saw though.



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>can't go to bathroom in this house if the light flickers. I get this sense of dread >one day really need to go >I see something behind me and look at the mirror >there is a girl behind me >looks horrible. Sunken eyes, rotting skin. She was screaming >I run out and piss in backyard instead

Other day:

>turn the lights on >starts flickering again >do not enter the bathroom. I am just sitting outside straightening my hair >see shadow moving inside bathroom >peek in >there is a girl just walking in circles >pretend a while I saw nothing >turn light off and back on >no flickering and no girl

Soon after that we got a renovation in the bathroom and she was not seen again.

First story happened during night, second during the day. I asked my boyfriend to come look and if he sees a shadow. He turned pale and returned to his seat in the living room.



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>14/15 years old >2009/10   >Invite best friend over to stay the night >Spend whole night playing vidya, eating pizza, and looking up paranormal stuff >Stumble across MarbleHornets >Begin watching > Starts off with us laughing at how fake things look >Get spooked as the later entries went on and things got more abstract and malicious >Get to the entry where totheark goes on all fours and scuttles towards MC   >Spooked out >Decide to stop watching for a bit >Not a minute later hear 3 loud knocks from my front door >It's almost 3am >Freaked out >Grab a couple pellet guns and investigate >Open Door >No one there >Hear tapping coming from the attic as we investigate the porch >NOPE >Go back into my room and stay up until 3pm before crashing out of sleep deprivation



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>last night >in bed, watching some videos >chillin.jpeg >decide to go to bed >loud knocking on door, like when your parents find out you did something bad >door visibly shakes >parents are back from night out >door handle starts to rattle violently, someone trying to open door >think it's dad coming back >unlock door >d-dad? >dad's not back yet > no one home >grab deodorant (to spray as self defense) >go check front door >locked >go back to my room, entering the hall way first >all doors but mine are opened >wat,jog >all the doors were shut when I went to check the front door >frozen in fear >think about shouting to see if someones there >remember that I couldn't do anything if someone did reply >get ready >sprint as fast as I can, spraying deo behind me like a moron >get in my room >slam the door >lock it >crawl into bed >turn all the lights open >mfw fingerprints on my window >blinds are open >haven't opened my blinds all day >next morning >sun up, deo in hand >creep into the kitchen >dad's there having leftovers from last nights dinner >"H-h-hey dad." >"You okay? you look shaken up, anon." "Yeah, I'm good." >obviously not >"Hey anon?" "Yeah, dad? >"Were you screwing with my windows last night?" >nopenopnopenopenope.webm >"No, dad that wasn't me... probably some stupid neighborhood kids." >trying to convince myself this was the reason for the hand prints >"No thats the thing, anon..... they came from the inside." >NOPE



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>living alone. >knock on bedroom door. >I didn't want to sleep anyway.



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>At old highschool >2012   >Boys bathroom in Auditorium always feels off >Always feel like someone is giving you the eyes >Have to piss really bad during crappy talent show >Using urinal >Extremely quiet in bathroom for there being a talent show going on just around the corner >Be doing my business >Lights flicker in bathroom >All the urinals (excluding mine) and toilets flush simultaneously >Finish pissing, wash my hands and leave >Trying to maintain composure as if nothing happened for the rest of the night

>At same school as previous story >grade 10 >Have to do stupid french projects >Have to film two people having a convo >Since everyone else was a moron, I did all the filming >Filming two girls who are set up by a closed door >Door goes to chemistry but is locked as it is early in the morning and no classes are there until after lunch that day >Be filming, nothing out the ordinary >Going back through to edit >Notice the window in the door >Someone is looking through >NOPEing really hard >Keep going back through and there is definitely someone looking out the door >Show another teacher to make sure I'm not losing it   >Teacher is wide eyed and says "What the hell?" >Come back next day, have to refilm everything because "the tape went missing"



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>2011 >Work in a bar >Shift ends at 4am >Walk home from work alone while listening to music >Constantly look behind me because nearly got mugged once >See jogger approaching, whatever, typical this early in the morning >See someone passing me in peripheral vision >Sidestep to get outta the way >No one there, take off headphones all confused >*Stomp* *Stomp* *Stomp* off into the distance >Pick up the pace and NOPENOPENOPE all the way home.



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>2013 >after graduating from New Jersey, I decide to settle down in a farm >go to Iowa and buy a plot of land with my parent's money >^backstory not necessary

>creaky two story farm house >just came home from farmers market in next town over >2sleepy >pull in and turn off the engine >I hear rustling in the field >cornstalks are snapping >think it's some locals messing with me >pretend to be brave and yell "GET OUT OF HERE, WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE." >rustling stops >thank god that's over >heading towards the house when >BANG >someone fires a gun >rustling begins again >cornstalks snapping >whatever is moving in the field starts running towards the road >there's a struggle between the gunman and the mystery monster >I tear into the house > I keep watching from the window in the kitchen > just two shadows tumbling around in the dark > after a few minutes a second BANG > a shadowy figure begins to rise to its feet > run out of house to thank gunman > it's not the gunman > a shaggy creature in the shadows rises on its hind legs > stares at me > then runs away > NOPE

I tried to stay up until morning but fell asleep on my dining table. When I woke up, there were no bodies on the road. Just blood everywhere.

Everything's quiet now, but I bought a rifle now just in case.



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>2013   >With friends at old school (not ours, but it has a playground) >Midnight >Get the idea to play hide and seek (I was 20 lol) >Hide in obvious spot, am wearing a black hoodie >See friends who are looking for everyone walk right past me   >Hear creaking >Look over at the swings >One solitary swing is moving >Hear other friend from his hiding spot "What the hell!?"



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>Be like 9 years old in bed >Always keep a flashlight next to me while I sleep because I get paranoid in the dark >Suddenly wake up at some point in the middle of the night >Without thinking, turn flashlight on and shine it at closet door >Door is shut, nothing physically out of the ordinary >Stare at closet door for what feels like hours >Next thing I know I'm waking up in the morning

I'm not sure if it was a dream or not, but I will swear on a stack of bibles that there was something in that closet.



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> be sitting in my kitchen > celebrating my birthday by myself with a nice dinner > finish food > after washing the dishes I sit back down for a sec > suddenly a hushed voice right in my ear > "Bet I can make you stand up." > ummwut.jpg > then the chairs ripped out from under me and I stand just in time > I swore I heard faint laughter from all around me



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>Couple years back >Trying to get some sleep in bed around 1-2 in the morning >Having deep thoughts about life, death e.c >Suddenly out of nowhere hear "boo!" in my ear >A gravely human voice like that of an old man >Room gets cold >Nope



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>Having a late night session of Halo with some mates >Tell them brb, piss break >Walking down the hall because forget turning on lights, about to piss myself over here >Bump into what I thought was my friend's brother on the way >Quickly turn the light on to see if he is ok >Nobody there



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>At airsoft field camping the night before with other players. >Get hungry, can't sleep, go to Denny's   >Come back to field, the guys that are still up have a fire down the trail. >To the right there is an old barn with door open. >Walking past it, something catches eye in barn door. >Look, it's floating, white, transparent head looking at me. (Not just the head though, also upside down triangle below the neck, like it was wearing a button up shirt that was as dark as the barn) >Heart drops and start running to fire.

>Get to fire panting, guys say it looks like I seen a ghost. >I say I did in the barn, they freak out cuz they have been getting wood from it all night, no one doubts me. >Still rustled and a bit out of it. >See what I think is toy goat's head on a sitting stump. >Put my hand around its horn and pick it up   >Real goat head >Nope!



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> Babysitting for my sister. > Hear speaking coming from the kitchen. > Thinking she and her boyfriend came back early. > Stay in the living room and wait for my sister to come in and take her child to bed. > Sitting there for 20min and she still hasn't come in to say hello. > The kid wakes up and I decide to take him to her. > No one there.. > Kitchen light on and the radio was turned on.



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>Be in year 7 (seventh grade), just started secondary school. >Go into toilets to wash my hands due to pen explosion >There are mirrors in front of the sink >Whilst washing I looked up and saw the stall behind me was locked, and I could see the person's feet >look back down again to focus on my hands >See in the corner of my eyes the person in the stall put his hands over the top >I look up and see his feet leave the ground and go out of view >Also a massive banging noise as person does so, to a point where I asked what he was doing and if he was ok >After a second his hands slip off, but his feet don't come back down >Turn around and stare for a few seconds in bewilderment >Stall becomes unlocked, even making the noise of the latch coming off as it does so >Go up to the stall, still in shock as to what just happened >Push the door open and there is no one there, nor is there any sign that there was any sign that someone was there. Nothing in the toilet, no foot prints on slightly damp floor (Don't ask). >Absolutely nothing. >Noped on out of there, Still ink on my hands. >Teacher asks why it is still there, but I didn't answer. That was terrifying for someone who was in their first month at the school >Never went back into that toilet



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In middle school, we had a linear school design with different halls. 4 to be exact. The 4th hall was mostly storage and was presumed to be haunted. on top of all the stories, there was one that caught my attention.

>be my friend >part of school media project >making fake Halloween video >dumb "this video was found but students weren't" >scene where going down fourth hall at night >door at the end of the hall slams open and light turns on >video proceeds in panic >friend tells me later that he didn't tell the other students, but that wasn't supposed to happen >insists he was scared witless and ended the video there.



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>be in high school >Year 9 >UK reporting >Girl recently committed suicide in the girls' toilets >everyone's saying the toilets are haunted >one lesson, friend's drawing on my arm >"Anon, your arm is going bright red..." >Ohcrap.jpg >go to the toilet to wash it off, think it's a reaction idk >hear someone crying >"You okay?" >Nothing >"Hello? You okay?" >Nothing >ignore it   >realise all the stalls are open, there's nobody else in the room >NOPE.jpg >Leave >Never speak of it again till a few months later >Some friends say they heard the same thing, too



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>be in 12th grade >have a spare period >use it to relax in a sort of side-hall area >there's never any light except for natural light coming in through the windows >there's carpeting and benches there because some of the smaller, less popular cliques of students eat lunch there all the time >reading some awesome science fiction >laying on back, using jacket as padding and backpack as pillow >dude with bald head peers around the corner >look overtop of book, ignore and go back to reading >look overtop of book again a few minutes later >same bald dude still leaning around the corner >"I have a spare, man. I like this place so I read here." >no reply >whatever, back to reading >nothing more that day >few weeks later, same place and situation >feel sense of being watched >look over book, same dude in same position >"Hey. Still readin'. Am I in the way or something?" >no reply >whatever, back to reading >this happened several times. never thought much of it, because I was always considered "weird".

My last year there(I took a couple extra years to get in some classes I hadn't been able to before) A friend tells me about a janitor that apparently died when he was in his 40s and loved the school. Looked him up. Dude I've been seeing for the last few years looks exactly like him.

He's been dead since about a decade before I was there.



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>Live in Fort Collins, Colorado >Go to Stanley hotel as young boy, it is supposed to be haunted and The Shining was inspired by it >Me and my dad look for THE room >Supposedly haunted >Go to where it should be, see boarded up room with no number >Turn around, see Bellhop >Ask about where the room is >says this nicely: >"There is no room, it never existed." >Turn to where should be so does dad, we both turn back >He's gone



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>Be 12 >At grandmas house >On couch in living room, watching George Lopez >Hear door creek >turn around >Door is opening slightly >Get scared but assume it's from some draft or something >Continue watching TV >It (loudly) goes to static and scares me >Shut TV off >Turn back around at door >It's closed



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>be 16 >normal day, wake up, have breakfast put on uniform, and what have you >walk to school >have this weird feeling, not too weird, but difficult to describe. I think I can only describe it as being like that feeling you get when the weather changes, if that makes sense to anyone >anyway, I get to school and there's no one there. >weird. I check the time, literally 5 minutes until school begins >figure that it's just a coincidence or something, that lots of people were late and I just happened to not run into anybody >sit down in home room until the bell rings. >no one comes >walk out the door and head to the lockers to grab my stuff. >I figure I must have accidentally come on a holiday or something >grab stuff and start going home, >walk past door to my home room >people noises coming from it   >what? >open door >detention for being late for the millionth time >great



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>Be 12 >Staying at my school for a wakethon, an event where we stay up late >Walk out from gym to the main entranceway/hallway >All the hallways are dark and spooky >Me, being me of course, I had to look down the hallways >Looks left >A painting hung on the wall by a nail fell perfectly flat onto the floor just as I looked >Thought nothing of it >Later one of our supervisors came out >She was angry, wanting to know who knocked over the painting in the hall >Tell her, with the straightest, poker faced expression >"I watched it fall on its own." >Everyone got very quiet and started whispering to each other.

This hasn't been the first of these incidences. Many people, including the teachers, has had some sort of weird experience at that school.



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>be staying at my folks' house the past two nights avoiding this crazy person that shows up at my house >house is old, my father's grandmother died in this house >last night >was reading up on the news on my laptop on the rent's sofa. >feel someone brushing my hair >look around, nothing >hear things in the kitchen, footsteps and whispers >hear footsteps on the stairs going to the basement and closing a door >nope.zip >take my ambien and try to just fall asleep, this is weirding me out >lay down >something grabs my right ankle and tugs >DAFUQ.gif >I sat up a bit startled >hair brushing starts again

This was last night. Yesterday was the first anniversary of my grandmother's passing. I don't think it was her, she never brushed my hair.



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>Be 16 >Sleep with windows open because summer is hot even at night >Live across the road from and old grocery/hardware store >Trying to sleep late at night and start to hear a low sobbing >Window open so I assume it's some animal outside >Low sob gets louder untill it sounds like a woman crying > Dafugisdat.jpg >Im freaking out because it's very audible >It stops after about a half hour, I know because I couldn't sleep while it was happening it was to loud. >Next day I walk behind the store and nothing is different >As a kid in the summer I would mow the lawn around the store, so I know what it's like back there and nothing changed >Following night it starts again, but it's the full on cry this time with no build up like the night before > This time I'm smart and check my clock >It's 4AM >Goes away again after a half hour >Ask my mom if she heard it too, because her room also has a window facing the store >Tells me the store is getting renovations so I just heard construction work >I'm hearing construction work at 4AM? For just a half hour? >She tells me it's nothing I need to concern myself with and to ignore it >Next night it's back full force with what sounds like a couple of dogs barking mixed in aswell >Shut the window and don't open it again >Been 5 years and I haven't opened that window

Not the best story, I know, but I swear it's true. That window doesn't exists to me anymore, it's closed and as far as I'm concerned, stuck shut.



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I bought a house that sits in a cul-de-sac with two other houses. Back in the 50s, the houses were all owned by 3 brothers. Each house has had something weird happen in it and cannot keep renters/home owners longer than a few years. Example: At my house, the original owner's kid, drowned in died in a backyard kiddie pool. Anyways, weird stuff is always happening.

>Heavy tools being moved around >Sounds like someone scooting furniture in the attic >Small shadow likes to run from the master bedroom to a spot in the hallway where a backdoor used to be >Sounds like someone swinging in our backyard >We don't have a swing >You'll hear what sounds like a soap opera starting up (wavering soap opera theme) when the TV is clearly off (Fyi, I'm still trying to figure out what soap opera it is if anyone's interested.)

Last night, I was laying in bed with the bedroom door open when I heard a small child clearly say, "Hey, wha 'cha doing?" and someone respond, "Shhh".

Freaked me out.



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>Last summer, I think >Hanging out with father at his home >We rent a room upstairs to a woman >She leaves somewhere >Father tells me he has to take my sister somewhere >Cool house is mine for a few hours >Pissing >Go to wash my hands with door open >Hear some rustling >"Hey dad......." >Realize dad just left >See something in the corner of my eye in the mirror >Turn around to see a black figure sweep across father's room into his bathroom >Run outside

Still gives me chills.



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>have horrible child insomnia >can never sleep in my own room >always have to sleep in my parent's room >always see 2spooky ghost chick in my room >had pale face, deformed, black hair, and either no eyes or eyes that flashed in the dark like an animal's >always in the same corner of my room, squatted there, watching me >dog was always by my side and always flipped out when she appeared >would always run out of room as fast as possible whenever I saw her >she never moved from that spot but everything just felt tense and I guess evil in there

My brother even tried to sleep in my room once to see why I was so scared and he said he saw her, despite me never telling anyone about her.



[890]

>older sister washing face >rinses face, looks up at mirror >mirror reflects the next room since the bathroom door was open >you can see dining room from mirror >from the reflection, she sees a woman in black eating at the table >she turns to look, there's no one there



[891]

>90s >Lived in old apartment building with my mom >Used to be a small 1960s "resort" >Now just a dumpy apartment building

First story:

>Very early morning >Mom still at her waitress job >Stand on the couch and look out the window >See in-ground pool with people in it >tfw See some kids my age playing in the water >Lay back down to watch some Johnny Bravo >Fall asleep on couch >Mom comes home >"Can we go to the pool?" >"There's no pool here, anon. They filled it up with dirt before you were even born."

Second Story:

>Mom comes into the kitchen late one night >See a kid looking through a cabinet next to the sink >"Anon, why are you awake this late? Go to bed." >Turns on light >No one there but the cabinet is left open

Third story:

>Mom and I are chilling in her room watching TV at night >Hear a angry male's voice from the kitchen say, "I told you to make my dinner!" >Mom grabs a baseball bat and enters



[892]

Back in the sixth grade I hung out with this kid who was into heavy metal and horror. There was an old abandoned house across the street from my neighborhood and my friend wanted to explore it--didnt see that one coming (sarcasm). Anyways, I wasn't really hesitant at all about exploring it and agreed to do so. We visited the house many times, nothing out of the ordinary--just a couplemofmold corroded TV sets, worn down walls, the usual you'd expect in a house thats been empty for what seemed to be decades.

Anyways, we decided to visit the house one night several years later--don't remeber the time, but it was dark out--again nothing scary or creepy happened and we ended up touring it for 15 minutes before leaving and heading home.

Couple days later at school, another friend of mine was showing a couple of people pictures on his phone. Ofc, I was curious and asked what he had on it. Turns out he had a picture of a faint skull peering out through the cracks of a deteriorated wall. Apparently, he had told me he visited an old house that happened to be along the same road as the house I had visited a couple days prior. Long story short, he took a picture of the house's interior and that skull hadn't appeared until after the picture was taken. Brings me chills to this day. Idk if that house is haunted or not, but I'd rather not find out...



[893]

>Be in college >People get away with breaking into "out of bounds" areas of campus just to get their urban exploration on. >Maintenance rooms, elevators rooms, entire floors of buildings that are just full of the machines that run the ventilation system. >Almost nothing is actually alarmed >Custodial staff, on the rare occasion they see you, won't rat you out unless you act like a total jerk >School has dealt with this so chronically that even if people actually get caught consequences are minimal. >Out exploring one time. >A major lecture hall has a staircase leading downward. It's visible by the normal entrance. >A locked door is visible at the basement level. >Break into it during exploration trip >Standard machine room loadout of spooky scenery: Horrible lighting. Pipes everywhere. Very filthy. Have to crawl to navigate most of room. >Find a shallow box with no lid in one corner. >It is full of pictures >of dismembered dolls. >Isthisreallife.jpeg >we'reallgoingtodiedownhere.avi >We got the hell out of there (it was a dead end overall) and went to trespass elsewhere.

There is all kinds of folklore among students about how various strange things came to be, but we have still not figured out where the mutilated doll photos came from. A few years ago I would've assumed they were put there to mess with people, but I've met so many crazy people around here in the intervening time that gradually the severely mentally ill individual hypothesis came to seem less impossible.

There's some other weird stuff around campus, but that one wins for sheer ability to make me question the fabric of reality. Most are only spooky because of the threat of cops and the filth and seclusion and darkness, and the occasional danger of severe bodily harm.



[894]

>be yesterday >about 11 pm. Just got home. >I have to feed my dog >dog food is stored it what we call "the old house". Old house is an old construction where my grandoarents used to live, then they built the new house and moved there and that's where we live now, they are both on the same property, and nowadays the oldhouse is just for storage. >so dark in the old house, go to get dog food. >I hear running water >probably my granddad left the faucet running, sometimes he does. >enter bathroom, turn on light. Close the faucet. >turn off lights, go out to get dog food >hear water running again >nope.jpg >run out of there



[895]

>watching movie with mom >raining pretty hard, around 11pm >door open, screen closed >hear heavy, rushed footsteps coming down my road, like someone sprinting >sounded weird though, like the person running had a limp or a strange gait >Sounded awful nonetheless >footsteps stop outside my house, directly outside my door >stand up and go to look outside, all dark, outside light won't turn on >hear weird mumbling, chanting, and gurgling, like a dying illuminati reptilian monk >nope.gif >slam the door shut immediately and lock the door

Not even that creepy but the fact that it was right outside my door and that that person/thing whatever could see me and decided to stop right there spooped me out.



[896]

be late at night >going to shut my front door and lock it before bedtime >as soon as I touch the door, hear a rustling >someone books it from my front step down the road >nope



[897]

I never knew about this moment until in my mother told it to me in my teens.

>Sweden late 80's >Living on the countryside in big old house >Me, 6 y/o maybe, sleeping upstairs with my little sister >Mom and dad sitting on front porch with front door open Stairs leading top-floor in hallway inside door >Suddenly hear child running around in living room at top of stairs >They get up to get us to bed again >No child there, they open door to room where me and my sister are sleeping >We are asleep

They later found out that a child died in that house 60-70 years earlier

This gets me until today, always send shivers down my spine when thinking about it.



[898]

>Late night >Playing computer games >Monitor is directly in front of two windows >Start hearing a very low tapping noise >Ignore as it's probably nothing >Get's louder >What is that? >Get out of computer chair >Approach window >Sound immediately escalates to what sounds like tapping on my window >Back away from window >Go to back door to see if I can see anything near the window without it noticing me >As soon as I get within viewing distance of the back door something darts past it >There's a screen porch past the back door, so it couldn't have been an animal >Remember a creepypasta saying when you try to sleep if you hear a tap on your window to not open your eyes and try to ignore as it bangs on your window. >Didn't sleep that night



[899]

>12 years old >at grandma's house for the week >in bed around 3 AM, sleep in basement on spare bed because guest room is full of boxes >can't sleep, head upstairs to find the book I brought along >get to the top of the stairs and reach the doorway to living room >figure on the couch I can't make out, looks like he's an older man reading a newspaper >doesn't look at me, just flipping through paper >just stand there like a moron for a good solid 10 minutes >decide screw it, I need my book or else I'll just be sitting in bed thinking about this >creep over to couch and feel around, find book >decide to man up and say something >ask "is that you grandpa" figuring it might just be him sitting up >no response >touch area of couch he's sitting on >nothing >nope out of living room into basement >shadows moving back and forth in front of window that leads to driveway >there are no trees near that window and they're definitely human sized >nope back upstairs into guest room and sleep on floor



[900]

My friend and I once found this abandoned victorian house. We went in with six people and found this room that was just filled with nothing but ropes hanging from the ceiling. There were so many you had to actually wade through them, and couldn't see the other side of the room.

That in itself was slightly eerie, but the bit that got me was when they started all swaying at once. It wasn't like a breeze, it was more a rythmic, circular motion.



[901]

>was 5 years old >have muslim neighbor >NOTE: dead muslims are buried with a shroud covering the entire body >wake up one morning >mom in kitchen, dad's out >go to livingroom, front door is open >see a person covered in shroud standing there >staring at it for 10 seconds >notice the shroud is dirty with mud/soil >that person turns to his right and slowly move behind a wall >freezes for a few second then try to chase him >He's gone

My neighbor died a day before. Last time I saw him alive weeks ago, he was in our home with my dad, saying that he would come again.



[902]

>Be in secondary school (High School) >Walk home >unlock door and go inside >pass the living room >glance at the closed door of the living room >door has a weird glass pattern so it's distorted >can barely make out a person on the chair >must be my dad >walk past and into the kitchen to make myself something >was going ask my dad something but it will wait >food.jpeg >take my sandwich with me and go into the living room >no one is here >I'm the only one in the house. >nope



[903]

>Every night I got to the bathroom, walk across the pitch black hall and into my room to go to bed >Every single time for years I've closed my door behind me without looking, in a single movement >Regular night, real quiet >Be walking into room >Pull door behind me >Door stops half way >Don't dare look behind >Let go of door >Losing my mind >Walk across room and get into bed without looking behind me >Lie looking at the wall, covers up high >No sleep >Door was still open in the morning



[904]

>be about 3-4 years ago (age 15-14) >home alone on a weekend night >in the shower >about 10 minutes into it I could hear what sounded like two thumps about a few seconds apart from each other (thump..5 seconds later..thump) >little background info, the bathroom was in a hallway with about 2 other bedroom doors and a small hallway closet type thing on the first floor of the house >can hear the two thumps every happen every few minutes >brush it off as me being tired (was around 10:30 pm or so) >exit the bathroom when I finish >see the hallway closet door just sitting there wide open >nope back upstairs to my bedroom and wait for my parents and little sister to get home



[905]

>In Cabo San Lucas >Visiting family >We have a second home down there, a vacation home. >We are outside drinking beer >It's an awesome night, cool breeze, which doesn't happen very often. >cousin, who is a female offers to go in to the house to get more beer. >She goes into the kitchen, we all hear a scream in kitchen. >Get up and go into house to see wtf happened, cousin is crying profusely saying she saw a girl just sitting there in the corner covered in hair >Said she was at the fridge, when she looked to the side of the fridge and saw a girl she didn't recognize with long black hair, just sitting huddled up with her hair covering most of her body just sitting there. >Try to calm her down, but she doesn't care. >she leaves and now she only visits and stays outside the house.



[906]

>Living in quiet neighbourhood. >House down the road owned by creepy people. >Can see back of sofa through sitting room window. >Pattern on sofa looks like an old man with sadistic grin. >Used to look at sofa because liked creepy things. >Walking home one day from shop. >Look in window. >Pattern has changed. >Now he's waving at me.



[907]

>always bothered by things at night >hear screaming even though I live in the middle of nowhere >whenever I look out my window I see something that quickly runs away back into the dark >always got the feeling something was about to bust through my door and kill me >If I so much as step foot in the forest I feel like satan is slowly working his way from my stomach out my back >pissing about in the yard >seeing how far I can throwing rocks >see a butterfly >it's dead >ants are starting to get to it >pick it up carefully >bury it >realize I'm burying a butterfly >why am I doing this? >might as well finish >find some milky quartz for its tombstone >I did my good deed for the day >never see anything outside my window anymore >never feel like something is going to kill me at night anymore >not anywhere near as bothered when I'm out in the woods

I still don't know why I buried it.



[908]

>around 13 or 14 >go into attic with older bro to help get Christmas decorations >look around, find old painting of two little girls in red dresses >this thing had to be from the 1920s, at least >super creepy, covered in dust, and a little faded >looks like something that would cause you to be cursed

Fast forward a few weeks:

>being hearing weird clicking noises throughout the house >doors are about 10x harder to close than they previously were >start seeing shadows with nothing to cast them >noises become louder and oftentimes violent >move out a few months later



[909]

>Sister and I hate our porcelain dolls. Scared to death if them. >Put them all in the attic because we never want to see them again. >Years later stacking wood in the basement. >Clear an area only to find a porcelain doll behind that pile of wood. >Want to nope out of there but I have to finish stacking or else. >Keep my eye on it at all times. >Finally finish and get the hell out of there. >Tell my sister. We freak out together. >Doll isn't there later. Never seen it again, it's been years since then.



[910]

>Have deaf aunt >She likes to go to the cemetery every now and then to deliver new flowers in my grandpa's grave >invites me to go with her, it's a nice fall afternoon >before we get to my grandad's grave we have to go through the cemetery's middle section which was basically back then all of the children's graves >it's all sad and colorful and upsetting >we're the only two people in all of this section >suddenly I hear some children crying, like, you know, babies >turn to my aunt but remember the fact that she's deaf so it doesn't even matter >freak out and run to get past all of these graves



[911]

Not really paranormal, but seemed a bit weird to me.

>Be around 15 >Normal day >Walking to GF's house >Pass house with the most obnoxious dogs ever >Charge at gate and bark when anything walks past >Always do it to me, got used to it >Walk past and dogs don't do anything, just stare from far away >Shrug it off >Later at GF's place her cat is freaking out >Usually really cuddly, likes pets >Running away from me, peeking carefully around corners, won't leave the room me and GF are in >Try to ignore, have good time >When walking home, getting a little dark, pass house again >One dog is missing >Other one is sitting silently in the middle of the driveway >Watches me go past attentively >Go home, normal night, never happens again >Animals resume normal activities next day, barking and coming up for cuddles



[912]

>in a theater with some friends, hardly anyone else >mid-way through the movie notice two people in the very very front row >they're sitting backwards and watching us instead of the screen >can't make out their faces, even when a bright flash comes from the projector >only see them directly once and they disappear, keep seeing them out of the corner of my eyes in the stadium



[913]

I think this counts.

>Sometime during high school >Walking to school >Walk along the sidewalk of the school driveway >Listening to Goldfinger probably, not paying attention >Start to cross the road to get to another part of campus >Suddenly the short bus is right in front of me >Have a heart attack and jump back >mfw I almost got killed by the short bus >Later that day, in theatre class >Try to jump on stage, shin gets caught on edge and I faceplant >Messed up my face and my leg >Later at home, mom asks me to cut up some boxes, hands me boxcutter >Sit down and start cutting, use too much pressure and my hand slips >Blade hits my Achilles but it's too dull to hurt me >That's enough boxcutting for today >Go to feed my dogs that night >In dark backyard, keep running into something that feels like a spiderweb >Grab flashlight >There's a long web going from the ground to the ceiling with a black widow at my face height

Something wanted me to die that day.



[914]

>few years ago like 2010 >fall asleep in the living room watching tv >wake up around 2-3am absolutely terrified >no idea why but upon waking just seized by terror >the thought occurs to me that I shouldnt look down at my side by the couch >that thought alone increases terror >muster courage to look out of the corner of my eye >room isn't super dark because light comes in between living room blinds >space on the floor next to couch is pitch black and it shouldn't be >NOPE.JPG >feel like moving will make it see me >wait what?? the hell do I mean by it?? >mind is going a million miles an hour but is firm in its belief that something "it" is there >start to sweat as shape moves slightly >finally I jump up standing on the couch and leap over the blackness >whole room is suddenly black, like streetlight outside just went out >nope >nope >nope >sprint as fast as I can into my mom's room and close her door >suddenly feel stupid and dumb and turn around to leave >mom suddenly sits up and says "lock the door, you arent going back out" >WTF MOM?! you serious?! >proceed to sit on a small couch she had against the wall >she just looks around for a minute asks if I feel better then goes right back to bed >I'm still scared as all hell and my eyes are glued to the door >don't sleep at all and when morning comes my mom gets up and eyes the door as well >we both sat in silence watching the door for atleast 30 minutes >she looks over and says "lets sleep in alittle more" >she never sleeps in for anything, early to bed early to rise kind of lady >scared me so much and neither of us left the room until well after noon



[915]

>Be several years ago >Be like 15 >Be Halloweenish >Take my little brother trick or treating >My brother is nine, dressed as a firefighter >See some kid dressed as Jason (with the hockey mask) >Just notice him in passing a few times, get a weird feeling, but shake it off because he's just some kid in a mask who's also trick or treating in my neighborhood. (We saw a lot of different kids several times because they were taking different routes that met at different points >Finally hit all of the houses for their candy >Walking home with little brother >He's all excited about his Kit Kat Bars >"Wait for dad to check them for needles etc etc" >Get to house >See that Jason kid across the street, just looking at me from behind the mask >Wonder which neighborhood kid he is >Not sure >Wave at him and smile >He just keeps staring >WhatAStrangeBoy.jpg >A few hours later realize what was so weird

I never actually saw him go up to any houses, and I'm not sure, but I don't think he was carrying any candy...



[916]

>Be 19 >Living with Grandmother and others >Wake up at 3 am everyone home is asleep. >Walk past slide door bathroom to get to kitchen. >Grandma says "OCCUPIED" in the pitch black open bathroom. >We laugh about it the next morning. >Grandma leaves to go to a wedding 6-8 hours away. Didn't know when she'd get back. >Be 3 am again heading down to grab a drink. >"OCCUPIED" >Laugh and go back to bed. >I bring it up the next morning and she says she didn't get home until about 7 am and no one else was home.



[917]

>be in big car crash about 5 years ago >I just broke my my arm but brother seriously smashed up >technically dead for 6 minutes >asked him later what it felt like being dead >says "I promised them I wouldn't tell."

Even though he laughed and was just messing with me, I still nope.



[918]

>about maybe 10 years old >have a dog, Balto, but he sleeps outside. >he gets too big for his dog house so we switch it for one our neighbors found >he NEVER sleeps in there, would rather sleep in the rain. >we bring him in and let him sleep in the closed space between the hall way and side door >after we get that dog house start seeing a black dog with red eyes laying in the hallway outside my doorway at night >Not every night, but periodically. >every time I saw it, it would be laying in a different position staring in my room. >knew it wasn't my dog because you'd hear if he got in and my dog was brown. >one night it stopped showing up and when I came home from school the next day my mom had given my dog away.

After that something else happened.

>see what I think is a cat in the same hallway. >how did a cat get here? >decided to try to follow it, it sprints down the hall through the living room, downstairs into the basement >run down the stairs looking for it, no windows open or doors.

I have no idea why I followed a cat-specter into my creepy basement at 11 years old.



[919]

>be 6/7ish years old >grandma was in the hospital after getting stabbed by a guy she was dating at the time >I saw it happen outside when I was looking out my window at approx. 10/11PM >told parents, they called cops

>a day later >visiting grandma in icu but can't physically interact with her and only looking from a window >5 year old me sees a woman/figure by my grandma >asks my mom who is talking to grandma and if they can see her, why can't we? >grandma dies later that evening

>days later >sitting on the couch in our apartment playing with my pet cat >mom goes downstairs where my grandma lived to collect some things >feels something grab my shoulder >screams so loud mom runs back upstairs >I tell her something is touching me >nothing there

>years later >still remembers everything >overhears mom talking to friend on the phone about it around the anniversary of her death >says there was no one in the room with my grandma when I asked who was talking to her >says no one was even in the apartment with me when I felt "someone/something" grab me >nope >nope >nope



[920]

I've had at least 3 possibly paranormal experiences at my parents' house. Before I delve into this, you should know a few things about the place:

>it is Victorian style and over 100 years old >it has been in our family since its construction >the first family to live there had twin girls, one of which died at a very young age (I think she was like 4 or 5?) from tuberculosis. Her sister inexplicably died a month later >the only part of the house that has not been remodeled is the basement, it is as it was way back then.

Also, on a slightly unrelated note, I am a heavy sleeper. I have to set multiple alarms in the loudest, most obnoxious chimes to even wake up for work. Keep that in mind.

Now then.

1: >be in highschool >taking a nap (parents are awake) >woken up by what I perceived as loud screaming coming from the basement >jump out of bed and ask parents what's going on >they have no idea what I'm talking about

2: >I've graduated, gotten married, and moved out at this point >come home one weekend to visit >sleep in the guest bedroom since the rents turned my old room into a storage space >there are a few hand-me-down antiques used as decorations on the dresser (all of which have stayed in the family), one of them being an old music box with a picture of a girl painted on it (I think the girl is holding an umbrella or something, idk) >I'm laying in bed waiting to fall asleep and the music box starts playing on its own >my husband and I both NOPE outta there and sleep in the living room downstairs

3 (this one happened last weekend): >visit parents for Labor Day >sleep in the guest bedroom as per usual >Wake up suddenly and look over to see a male figure standing with his back turned to the bed >assume it's my husband because it's shaped just like him >I ask husband what he's doing up, turns out he was actually laying in bed beside me >he groggily wakes up and asks what I'm talking about >I freak out. What did I see?



[921]

>Be home alone. >Let dog out to go to the bathroom. >Standing outside making sure dog doesn't run off. >Hear a laugh like "he he he" in garage. >Dog starts barking outside garage door. >Nope.jpg >Go back in the house with dog and wait for parents to get home.



[922]

>be out with some friends >we decide to go to the old rock quarry >a ton of workers died in an explosion in like the 1800's >place is known for spookiness >we get there >there's like a tunnel that doesn't go very far in >trash everywhere >obvious that some hobos had taken residence >I walk in and start taking flash photos >it feels like every step you take, someone is standing right in front you >bad juju >I suddenly feel a cold chill >I'm suddenly feeling something bad >I silently walk out of the tunnel and sit in the grass while everybody else runs around >it feels like I was drained of emotion >I could feel no happiness or hate or fear >I felt empty >we left soon afterwards with no physical evidence

Skip forward like 3 months later I get a call late at night from some old friends at the time.

>"Dude anon we're up at the quarry with two ladies, something's going down." >"What're you talking about?" >he tells me about how they came across some local ghost hunters with all the emf equipment they could carry >they say they're about to start contacting the spirits and that they should join them in the tunnel >they go inside and start talking the usual ghost talk >no response >they ask my friends if they want to ask anything >they ask if the spirits that were within the tunnel were the ones that left me feeling the way I did >suddenly all their machines and buzzers go off and then go dead >everybody freaks out



[923]

Our family has a trailer at a country club out of town. At midnight one night my brother rode his bike to the "good bathrooms" (either use the porta-potties near our trailer, or take a 3 minute bike ride to the real bathrooms).

Anyways, he went in to crap and didn't think anyone was in there because it was so quiet. After a few minutes he hears rustling from a paper bag and heavy breathing from the shower stall beside his toilet stall. He can't crap anymore because he's scared, so he waits 5 minutes for the guy to leave before he bolts and comes back to our trailer. My dad went with him an hour later and the shower was still locked.



[924]

My grandma told me this about a week after it happened to her. She was home by herself one night while my grandpa was at a Wednesday night bible study at their church and he wasn't expected home until about 10 PM. My grandparents' house is set up where if you're in the living room looking at the TV, you can see the dinner table and the back door off to the right in the kitchen. Their backyard doesn't have a fence, just leads into a big field of grass before running into a forest.

She was sitting in her recliner watching TV about 9 PM and suddenly hears very loud footsteps coming up the porch steps that leads to the back door. She froze and kept her gaze on the TV, pretending she didn't hear anything in case this person could see her. She keeps the same position for about 10 minutes after not hearing anything and finally built up the courage to get up and look.

She turns on the porch light and quickly glances out and doesn't see anything. She didn't hear any footsteps walking back down so she calls my grandpa and tells him what's happening and he made his way home. He goes out the front door and walks around the perimeter of the house and finds no one.

The next morning they walked around a second time since it was now light out. They go up to the porch and find a hatchet in the very corner. After my grandpa quickly realized he doesn't own a hatchet, a day or two later he invested in a Remington.



[925]

There's an abandoned school not far from my area that subsequently turned into a nightclub then became abandoned, again. Thankfully it's still standing in pretty good shape.

It's known to be very haunted. Many people including myself have heard kids laughing, talking...etc.

I went about 10 years ago with a group of 2 friends, so 3 of us. Anyways, nobody else was near there and we kept on hearing laughing and saw a few small shadows dart out in front of us and at one point saw what appeared to be a kid sitting on a tree branch watching us.

Pic related circa 1915:



[926]

>Driving around with my buddy >Decide to go to his house >Park on the side of the road outside his place >Two sketchy looking native americans walking by >We plan on staying in the car until they pass, because they will almost certainly try to start something with us or ask us for change/smokes >It's a man and a woman, 40-50 years old >When they get parallel to my car, both stop dead in their tracks without turning their heads towards us >Woman turns, starts walking towards my car >Stares into my eyes, with the most dead-faced look I have ever seen in my life >Absolutely no emotion, blank, cold, dead eyes >Reaches for my door handle and tries to open my door >Quickly lock it before she reaches it >Tries a couple more times, all while staring into my eyes, expression (or lack thereof) staying the same >I say "Can I help you?" >Says nothing, keeps staring at me for a few seconds >Turns around and starts walking away with man

Normally, I would think they were just on drugs, but this was the most horrifying expression I have ever seen. It was like she was just a shell of a human being, a walking body with no soul or life inside of her. I will never, ever forget her face, I know this story probably doesn't sound too scary when it's typed out, but I am covered in goosebumps just thinking about it.

Does anybody have any idea what that could have been about? It truly was not HUMAN behaviour, I'm sure she had something wrong with her, spiritually.



[927]

> 7 years ago > Drive home from college > No one else is home yet > Step out of the car, realize I can hear an implacable drumming sound > Sounds like it's coming from the house, but can't be sure. Tough to tell exactly where it's coming from. > Sound stops as soon as I put my hand on the gate of the fence > Well that's odd. > Walking up to the house, I realize all I can hear is the sound of cars rolling down the street. No birds, no bugs, even the neighbors' noisy dogs are quiet. > Put my hand on the dooroof, the drumming starts again. > Well now thats very strange. > Open the backdoor. Step inside. Drumming stops. > Check to see if anyone else is in the house. > Nope, home alone. > Start setting up my xbox. I have to feed a cable down to the router in the basement because my family hadn't set up a wireless network yet. > While feeding the cable into the basement, a large glowing mass passes by the service opening in the floor (the hole is about 5 inches across, so I get a good view into the floor below). > WHATWHATWASTHAT.png > Holed myself up in my room until family got home.

Some other weird things have happened since then. A crow flew out of the basement at my little brother at some point.

A friend of mine lives across the street from a large wooded park (less than 6 blocks from my house) and he very recently told me that he and his fiancée had been drawn into the woods by a strange drumming sound, and while they've never been able to find the source of the sound, he did say that they've had at least one bizarre encounter in the woods. I don't know the details though.

It should also be mentioned that I have told precious few people of the drumming or the glowing mass in my house before now.



[928]

This happened to my friends, I was not there for this, but they swear up and down that this happened. Me and my friends weren't very smart teens, but anyways:

>friends had a strong tradition of playing glorified hide n' seek in one of our friend's neighborhoods at night for as long as we've known each other. >we went all out with black clothes, camo, and such. >usually we'd do stuff like hide in bushes, up trees, in garbage cans, in truck beds, etc >this was cute when we were little kids, we however didn't quite have the self awareness to realize 19 year olds in camo hiding in front yards in all black was a problem (thankfully it never became a factor because of what happened) >one time they were playing while I was still away at college >best friend was the last one left to be found on one team >best friend's younger brother is all on his own on one end of the block when he sees someone in the bushes. >he's all like, "Ha, I got you!" >from allllll the way back down the block away from best friend's bro, rest of his team is like, "Hey we found him, round's over, come on back!" >best friend's bro turns back to see the mystery "extra player" start to emerge from bushes >he nopes out of there as fast as his legs can carry him >last time they ever played >my guess was a burglar or something, but we never were sure. >it sure as hell made us re-examine our priorities



[929]

>sis was with friends by a small lake at night >swears this ball rolled uphill from the water's edge towards her group as they were leaving >find out later some kid drowned chasing a ball into the water there.



[930]

>home alone >playing xbox >little sister's big toy car thing goes off >scared already >go to turn off toy thing >walk back into room, lay down, continue to play and eat. >sound going off again? >nah nah I'm hearing things >put game vol down >can hear rolling sound >nope all the way to neighbor's house >wait until parents get back home >it's in a different spot



[931]

>First real girlfriend, first time staying at her place overnight. >Totally nervous. >Middle of the night, real dark, real quiet. >I couldn't sleep. >Weird noise starts, at first think someone is watching television below ground in a basement or something. Low, rumbly voices. >I started to get weirded out, voices get louder. > I kinda nudge the girl to ask her what was going on. >She rolls around, facing me, eyes closed, and says in a clear, loud voice. "They always come In the night." >Morning comes, she has absolutely no memory of it.



[932]

>Film school student, 19. >Good friend, fellow student lives next town over, we occasionally crash there when we're shooting the next day. >Sleep on the floor at his house. Have really uncomfortable feeling all night, can't sleep. Shivers. >Week or so later, this guy gets into the car and we head off to set. He's excited. >"Dude, I heard demon voices in my room this morning." >"Lol, what anon?" > He proceeds to pull out his phone and play a recording of the weirdest, most horrible sounded (but very quiet) voice talking something unrecognizable. >Other friend says it best. "that's the scariest thing I've ever heard in my whole life." >Go to his house later, wanting to hear for ourselves. It's coming from the floor in the middle of his room. >Week later, carpets pulled up, nothing. Can't get landlord's permission to pull up floorboards. >Voice NEVER stops. >Friend moves out. Don't blame him.



[933]

>16 >me and a friend decide to visit a nearby park at 11pm because it was a clear night >sit at a pond and watch the moon >have deep talk and quality time >friend suddenly shudders >A shiver ran down my spine and I got goosebumps at the same time >we laugh it away >approximately 1 hour later >we hear an annoying hiss-like sound every 5-10 minutes >get a bit spooped and decide to go home >hear that sound on the way home(and still in the park) again and look around >friend sees something not too far away in a dark path near a street lamp >the hell is that >it looked like a fat child with something big on its shoulders that bent a bit to the side, but it wasn't moving >the sound came from a different direction >just as we wanted to move on,it suddenly ran right in our direction in a creepy, crippled way >double NOPENOPENOPE >we run for our lives >friend starts screaming, I start crying >nobody is in this park or on the streets near it this night >run even faster >finally reaching a pub where friend's drunk parents laughed at us

>we originally wanted to play silent hill after that but ended up watching comedy central the whole night to calm down



[934]

>be last summer, sleeping over at a relative's house in another state >in the middle of the wilderness, ain't a thing for miles around >about to sleep on their couch, just got comfortable >I acknowledge the sounds of snoring and footsteps in some weird, sort of "numbed" place of my mind, but they don't seem off >realize that I shouldn't be hearing noises like that >nope.jpg >sit up, open eyes, pay attention >dead silence

Wasn't incredispook, I'm sure there's an explanation and it's probably just my mind doing it. But the fact that I heard those noises and I accepted them, like they should be there, for some reason, chills me to the bone.



[935]

>about 10-11 years old >living in a 3 story condo with my parents and younger brother >1 bedroom on the top floor, attic is also on top floor with the door on the opposite side of my room in a small hall after the stairs >every other room (including the master bedroom and my brother's room) is on the bottom floor >Everything was fine for a while always been a loner, don't mind living away from everyone >few months (maybe) go by with everything being okay >one night something goes wonky with our hot water heater or something and they have to go to the attic to fix it >They Fix the problem >Night time comes, go to bed >Wake up about 3 am or so >See the attic door open >See something standing in the door >Try to ignore it and go back to sleep, secretly terrified >Hear a loud bang >Look back and now the door is shut >Feel relieved that the door is shut but still shaken >turn to roll over in bed >See shady figure in corner of room >Close my eyes and yell as loud as I can for my mom >A minute later or so my mom has run all the way up to my room and the lights are all on, everyone is concerned for me thinking I hurt myself or something >Tell them what I saw, they blame it on watching too many horror movies



[936]

>be me, about 10-11 years old >staying at grandparents for summer >watching tv on the porch, summer_nights.jpg >all occupants of the house sitting with me >extra lady in the living room >I can see her silouette >not moving just standing there >tell grandma, she says I know, she will leave in a few minutes and then we can go in >nope.gif >I sleep in the living room due to lack of rooms. Alone.



[937]

>be me, around 14 years old >live in relatively old house but I know nothing of its backround >be around 11:00pm >me and some bro's go to get food because stoned and bored >live about 30s walk from big street of shops >we split up to go find stuff to eat and we all want to get something different >I skate back down the road home with my pizza >all my friends spooped standing at the top of my driveway >"Anon, how did you just get there?" >wot.org >"We just saw you walk up your driveway and disapear into thin air." >they look genuinely frightened

My old house was full of weird stuff, so this just slots into the unexplainable section of my mind along w some other stuff.

For example:

>all of us are in the lounge watching tv, hear really loud footsteps walking up and down hallway >all turn and look at eachother realising we're all in this room >search house, nothing gone, no sign of anyone being here other than us except for a painting in the room at the end of the hall had fallen down



[938]

>17 >home alone >I lived in the middle of nowhere in Arizona >House is old >Sleeping and awaken to a running through the hall way. > Yell Out " 'Brother', Go to bed man..." >eye shoot open. >Realize I am home alone >NOPE.JPG > My blood turns ice cold and all my hairs stand on end >I hear walking down the hallway again >I grab my baseball bat and nervously walk to my door. >I touch hand and as I do the door slams shut >I Freak out but rip the door open yelling obscenities. >I look down both end of the hallway. >Look left nothing but the window with the moon shining through >look right, I see the staircase and a dark shadowy object dart down the stairs. >I reluctantly pursue >I hear a little clatter, but after that, everything is silent.



[939]

>age 14 >living in my mom's house with her and my little sister >it's a house for two families and my great-grandmother lived in the first floor, but she was dead at that time >we renovated the whole first floor, the room she died in became a room for my sister and me and we stored our toys in it >around 1 am I am talking with a good friend at the phone, walking around in the second floor >my mom and sister were asleep at this time, their bedrooms are in the cellar >hear a muffled "beep" "beep"-ing sound coming from downstairs >friend says he hears it too >well this is weird, but I'm curious at the same time >make my way down to the first floor with the phone on my ear, feel safer because my friend is "with me" >beeping becomes louder >recognize that sound, it comes from this little toy chick >it beeps if you touch both of the little metal feet on its ground, so you can let it sit in your hand and it would beep > get into the room, beeping stops >suddenly realize that you need to touch both feet and the chick was lying on its side, far away from anything that could have touched it

Still can't explain it. I know it sounds a bit dumb, but that's how it was. it was like something tried to lure me down to show something, but I didn't see anything. Worst thing is that my friend heard it too. Can't talk myself into thinking that I just imagined it.



[940]

My old bedroom in my parents' house gives off some pretty peculiar vibes.

It's just a normal, relatively clean and organized room, covered in movie posters and packed full of cloths. My sisters, both in the past and recently, have tried at one point or another to sleep in there but were "too creeped out" to last the night. My mom doesn't like to be in there alone, says she feels like she's being watched. A cousin once said that she was afraid to sleep in the bed because she felt as though she would open her eyes to see someone standing at the foot of the bed in the middle of the night.

Anyway: >Christmas break 2009, I'm home for winter holiday >laying on my back in bed, talking to boyfriend at the time on the phone >around 2am, getting ready to say goodnight >sharp jab between shoulders >not too painful but awfully surprising >lay there in silence, bf asks what's wrong >another jab, same place on my back. The mattress lifts slightly off the bed from the impact. >jump off bed like a startled gazelle and run down the stairs, almost in tears >don't sleep in my room for the rest of winter vacation

That was odd. This was really the only "paranormal" event I witnessed in the house. Other family members had creepier experiences, which I had chalked up to them being paranoid pussies until that night. We eventually had the house blessed.



[941]

>Be 18 >beginning of summer time, last month of classes >gone home for a nap, skipped my last class >my windows were all open since there are cool breezes >as I fall asleep, I start having one of those sleep paralysis nightmares that you get once in a while >the nightmare begins with the sound of one or two kids laughing >the laughter starts to surround me making me think "wtf is happening" >it sounds like it's everywhere and from my bed I feel like I'm looking around and there's nothing >suddenly theres a dark figure standing in my doorway (it's still daytime) >the urge to get up makes me think I'm getting up when my dreams just looping (I wake up but actually I'm still asleep so I wake up again etc...) >finally I figure out how to wake myself up which I guess came from holding my breath >sit up and I'd only napped for 5 or so minutes >still rattled, decide to just get out of the house >open garage and get to car >notice blood droplets all around my car >wut >follow the blood droplets. I think to myself "some cat must've killed something" >the droplets are darkening already from the sun so they must've been at least an hour or two old >wondering why I didn't notice them before. They circle around my car perfectly >see a shoeprint in the blood right next to my back tire >ok WTF >follow the tracks all around the neighborhood >there are a few shoeprints in the blood tracks >the tracks seem to lead up to all the houses in my neighborhood >it's a bit hard to distinguish them because the droplets would stop and reappear a meter or so away >follow droplets until they lead to the woods >nope



[942]

>today >fire alarm goes off at work during my break >nothing interesting but gave me a jolt >come home >the fruit I just bought today and hadn't even taken out of the bag since I picked it out looks odd >open bag and look at it closer >all the fruit is slimy and covered in bugs/small flies >decide to rinse them off for now >Fruit like that isn't common and I chose them myself earlier

>later, a few minutes after I shower >at least two smoke alarms go off at the same time >uhoh.jpg >deactivate them >go off again minutes later >decide to disconnect them >get to last one >it's already been disconnected but is screwed into the ceiling still >I didn't do that >nobody has been around too do it either >nnnnope.png

Anyway I'm hiding in my bedroom now.



[943]

I have a very irrational fear of things in the distance standing still, only to suddenly move in an explosion lf speed. One of the worst sensations for me is when I look at something far away in the dark, not complete darkness mind you, but that one where you can make things out. Where your eyes have that "static" like fuzz and you can see "noise" around things. Think of that PT demo on the PS4 for a more accurate image. Anyways...

>House has always had weird things going on in it. >Sounds, whispers, voices, footsteps, you name it. >Around 13 years old, leave room late at night to go get a drink. >Hallway from my room to the kitchen was long and spooky. >All lights are off save for the kitchen's. >Slowly go down the hall. >Suddenly power goes out. >That awful buzz and the sound of every electrical thing dying hits me in the hall. >A woman is standing at the end of the hall, just looking at me. >I stared at her for what seemed hours >My dog wakes up in my parents' room and starts barking at it. >The thing jolts towards the side of the living room with no doors or windows in it. >Power comes back not 10 seconds later.

That was years ago and I know I won't forget it. That woman vanished through a solid brick wall, I didn't even scream or anything. I was beyond that and only my dog snapped me out of it.



[944]

>be in Texas for training at Ft. Hood >be in hotel >feel something off about the room. >go to lay down when I feel someone shaking bed >look around and see no one there. >feel someone in room entire stay, keep TV on



[945]

>grandparents' house was very old >architecture, proportions, building materials put it before the civil war >not out in the woods or anything, but still creepy >anyway, I'm 12 or 13 at the time, over visiting for the day >only other person home is grandmother, she basically stays in the living room all day >climbing narrow stairs, steep too >hear violin music, sounds nice >wait, wat >look around upstairs, in all the rooms, no violin, and no one to play it >head back downstairs >tell grandmother >she just nods, isn't surprised at all



[946]

>16 >playing some RS around 2~4 >I'm in a small room-ish >in front of me is comp >left of me is darkness (rest of the small room) >right is the door >it's a glass door >behind me is partially cut off but we rigged some awesome stuff so it has a trellis piece >while playing I hear footsteps behind me >look back even though it's pitch black and no one is up >nothing >brush off the bad feeling I got >hear more footsteps, except closer then something leaning on the trellis >I knew the sound because my cousin would sometimes do it >get ungodly chills >whirl around >nothing >sleep in bed with grandma that night

Even talking about it makes me feel weird. I told my bf this before and all he said was, "Stop. I'm getting a really bad feeling."

>lolnope.jpg



[947]

>Be me 9 or 10 years old >Typical house no backstories >Playing vidya in the basement >Entertainment center with tv is in the corner diagnoally to both walls >Always have bad feelings about what's behind the entertainment center >Dream a little boy lives behind the entertainment center and rolls marbles out from underneath it   >Playing vidya with brother in the basement on a saturday evening >mfw a marble rolls out from underneath the entertainment center



[948]

I lived in an upstairs apartment when this happened.

>go to take my fan out of my window >something catches my eyes >is that a person, on the roof nextdoor? >he's moving frantically >he disappears, I think it's all in my head >constantly glance at this roof >only see this figure at night >one night, he just stops and looks at me, I get uneasy so I go to lay down, trying to tell myself it's all in my head >then suddenly there's loud banging on my window >I live in an upstairs apartment, so it would be impossible for anyone to do this >at this point I'm freaked out by the whole thing, it can't be in my head >try not to look out my window at night anymore, but curiosity gets the best of me >One night I slowly hear my window open, there's no screen on it >I'm scared witless, but after a few minutes pass I look out the window >there he is, just staring at me

I'm so glad I got out of that place.



[949]

>Few years ago. >Live in northern Sweden, days are short around this time of the year. (Was end of September or beginning of October.) >Still no snow, only slightly below 0C during nights, pitch black except for streetlights. >At the pub with two friends, having a couple of beers. >Leave at around 12 PM. >Walking back home, it's starting to get foggy. >Trip back home is about 2 kilometers. >Chatting with friends and suddenly I hear a faint bell ringing. >Ask friends if they heard that sound. >"What sound, Anon?" >Tell them that I heard a faint bell ring. >They say they haven't heard anything like that. >Ignore it and keep walking. >Bell ringing gets progressively louder. >Fog starts getting thicker and it starts getting colder. >Friends still haven't heard anything. >They feel the cold too. >I think it might've been around -15C or something, we were freezing and shuddering. >Bell keeps on getting louder and I can start to localize it to somewhere. >We stop for a while because I'm freaking out. >Can't see because of fog. >Bell ringing is loudest and sounds like it's right next to us. >Suddenly it stops and the fog starts to clear. >We book it out of there, hang out at my place because it was closest.

Ever since this happened, I've heard faint bells ringing whenever it's been foggy.



[950]

>exploring abandoned hospital >pitch black inside but have powerful flashlights so whatever >get in through gap in boarded up door, this building joins on to several other buildings in a row >about three buildings away from the entrance point >in a side hallway checking out some old rooms >hear footsteps >Crap, it's security >shut off flashlight, press against wall and hold breath >hear footsteps getting closer, proper audible step-crunch >gut feeling telling me to stay hidden >footsteps still moving but not getting closer, sounds like they're walking in circles about a room over >stay there for what seems like an age >horrible gut feeling only getting worse, realise I have to get out >have to turn flashlight on to move because it's so dark I literally can't see my hand in front of my face >start edging back towards the door >expecting security to show up at any moment >can still hear the footsteps, they haven't broken the pacing >suddenly realise whoever's pacing does not have a flashlight >it is not security >start freaking out, we're two buildings over from the entrance and there's debris and unstable floor everywhere, who wouldn't have a flashlight? >run for it   >run through room the footsteps are in    >footsteps get louder and head towards me    >sprint and practically throw myself out of the door >stumble out into sweet sunlight >look back at the door >hand reaching out of the door >it's all disproportionate and discoloured >grasps in my direction and then retreats back into building >I go sit in my car and think about my life choices



[951]

>be at a party at a big house out in the boonies >everyone's having a good time >guy hosting the party has fog machine and strobe lights >and glow sticks >I love glow sticks >screwing around with some glow sticks >suddenly, there's a dark figure behind the glow stick >it's like...it's glowing...darkly. The dark behind the glowstick is "brighter" than the glowstick right in my face >looks like a dog, and I say so >"What is that dog doing here?" >hear beside me "That's not a dog." >what the... >"What do you mean 'that's not a dog?" >"Nothing, nevermind." >"No, seriously, what the hell?" >"It's nothing" >see shadow dog-thing run upstairs >...I don't care this much >suddenly everyone gets quiet >all the talking, the music, everything stops >hear screaming from upstairs >someone is pissed >sounds like dude's dad >he never yells like this >kicks everyone out



[952]

>be walking my doggies on a long trail out of town, it's mostly between open fields. >it's just starting to get dark >something hits my back >naturally I freak out and let a scream out >doggies get alert and angry >I turn back, I see a headless bird lying in the ground >I look around for anyone who might've done it, but don't see anything >then something get's thrown at me and hits me in the face, couldn't see where it came from >It was a bird's head >I nope out of there, almost forcing both of my dogs because they kept barking

I looked to where they were barking, but it was an open field and there was nothing there.



[953]

>first time urban exploring >find out there's an abandoned village near my house >get there >6-7 houses, a church and a huge building, probably a barn >peep inside the barn >lots of bones and animal skulls, guess they're greyhounds or something >also some words on the walls >'the end is near', 'beware of the black dog' and stuff like that >anyway, continue the visit and get to the church and houses >everything's pretty new, looks like the people living there just left one day with no apparent reason >I walk faster towards the graveyard because it's getting dark pretty fast >as I'm walking back to my car, notice an old couple in the distance >whatever, they must live somewhere near >I can't seem to catch them, looks like they're walking at the same speed as I am >kinda weird that they're able to walk that fast but whatever >manage to get a bit closer as I'm walking in front of the barn >I start to feel uneasy and notice that the old man is moving his legs in a strange way as he walks >like bending the knees in some unnatural way, don't know how to describe it >suddenly they both stop, turn around and look towards me >not looking directly at me, more like behind me >now I'm creeped, there's somethin unnerving about them >as I stop walking, they turn around again and walk to their left, into a big wheat field >now both of them are walking in that strange way >walk as fast as I can and lose sight of them >I swear I hear some voices inside the church as I'm almost running in front of it >not weird voices, they actually sound calm and friendly >but the thing is, the church is almost demolished, only has one wall and the bell tower standing



[954]

>Go to Ireland every summer holiday to see family >Usually stay up late for whatever reason >I hear running footsteps on the 2nd floor >Only ever happens for a few seconds (5-10) >Happens most nights >It's always pretty loud >No specific pattern to it other than it always happening EXACTLY on 1pm >Whenever I stay up on the landing to see if I can catch at least a glimpse of evidence, it never happens >Almost always happens when I'm on the floor below or the floor above >No one's ever heard it except me, as I'm the only one that ever stays up that late >I'm the youngest there at 26, everyone else over the age of 40 at the least >Odds are they aren't screwing with me because most of them are either too old to run as fast as it sounds, or have arthritis >Mfw this year I'm in bed around 12, wake up around 1, and hear it clear as day right outside my door

Been going to that house for 16 years straight now. It only started up around 9 or so years back, which really creeps me out, because roughly 10 years ago some guy burnt the house next door down, burning the family that lived there alive.



[955]

>last night >on an angsty 3am walk >walk a mile to a ww1 memorial overlooking a bluff near the river >climb out onto the bluff, which extends out about 50 feet as naked rock >think briefly about throwing myself over the cliff >retreat and lay on my back, observing the few stars visible in the city >relaxing and enjoying the fresh air wafting off the river >suddenly an inhuman shriek fills the air, lasting at least 5 seconds: >"yeeeaaaaiiiigghhoooowwwwwuurrirwull" >sounds like a demon cat on bath salts >on my feet before I realize it   >was too loud to be a cat, and had never experienced the sound in all of my angsty 3am walks and weird nopes I'd encountered >know foxes sound different >scream happens again, but much closer and sounding almost angry and defensive >bushes begin to rustle violently off to the side >bolt up the rock face and climb up to the memorial >weirded out >have to walk around the same patch of forest on my way back >hear the sound again but it sounds like it's rapidly approaching >bolt it until I get to a busy street >collapse in a heaving out of shape mess >cops roust me a minute later because they think I'm a passed out drunkard



[956]

>be ~10 years old >just moved into new house - house is at least 100 years old and last owner in a family line just died >have nightmares every night and wet the bed >can never sleep because of a feeling of being watched >one night, get up to go the bathroom >long hallway with no windows >make it to the end, everything went better than expected so I pee while avoiding the giant mirror >hear grandfather clock chiming 3 downstairs >heading back to the room I see a shadow standing in the doorway >it is taller than me and definitely humanoid >look for anything that could cause a trick of the light >realize door is open, no surface for anything to reflect >must be sister screwing with me >make gesture to move, no movement >fine, I'm going in, brace for impact >bump into the figure, no movement but it feels like a person >sister isn't that tall >shadow disappears and I fall into the room >sister is sleeping in bed

NOPE



[957]

>A few months ago >Around 3 PM   >Get myself some chips and soda >Be home alone, singing the Mickey Mouse Club song like a lunatic >Parading up the stairs >See a translucent little girl peeking over the bannister >No reaction, just stared at her >A second later, just as I sing "join the jamboree" she disappears, and I get the overwhelming sensation that something is behind me, right up against my back. >Nope all the way to my room

>Back 7 years ago >Mom is in little sister's room >Her little purses start spinning like crazy and a stuffed animal goes flying across the room >Mom yells "stop" and the purses stop spinning >Mom had a dream she opened the door to my sister's room (right next to the bannister when you climb up the stairs) >There's a little girl in my sister's rocking horse >My mom's holding the stuffed animal that went flying >She doesn't know what to do, and throws the stuffed animal at the girl >Girl playfully points at my mom >Dream ends >Only find out about this dream a few months ago when I told my mom about what I saw



[958]

>last night >staying at a friend's house >we're all about to go to bed >"Now remember, anon, just ignore the footsteps in the hallway. You probably forgot, you haven't been here in forever." >don't mess with me, that ain't funny >laying on couch, almost asleep >front door, back door, and her bedroom door are the only doors in the house that are closed >hear her bedroom door open and her walking through the hallway >sit up    >"Haley that ain't funn" >there is nothing there >throw a pillow on my head, say my prayers (lord get it away from me, lord make it go away!!!), and nope on off to sleep



[959]

>Be 8 years old >Live in old maritime city in Holland >Room looks out over the "polder" (land claimed from sea) >Misty evening, playing with flashlight >See something floating in the mist >Turn flashlight towards it >Crow's nest on a long mast. >It's bobbing up and down like on waves. >A man seems to climb into it >Has his back towards me, but his head strangely fixed to look at me. >WTF turn off flashlight >Be scared in bed, nothing else happens.

Have told people, they say it's my imagination. I saw what I saw. It was not a ghostly apparition... it was an honest to god ship "sailing" through the mist.



[960]

>Watching Scare Tactics at a friend's house >Friend is walking from his house to join us >Decide to spook him >Turn off all lights and hide >I hide in the garage >other friends hide in the living room by the garage >Hear friend arrive outside >Hear friend's phone that was charging inside start ringing >Friend outside starts saying "Hey guys I'm here. Hello? I'm here." >Weird. No one answered the other phone >Knock on door >friend goes to let friend in >Decide not to spook him >Says someone with a strange accent answered the phone >Check other phone and the missed call is from an unknown number >Friend says door was locked when he tried to come in >Impossible.We left the door unlocked and no one else was home >Says when he knocked on the door someone was knocking back from inside >We call unknown number >No one we know and he didn't call us. No accent.



[961]

>be me, sharing a room with my brother >we've always watched tv in bed before going to sleep >our bedroom door is always open, and we have some stairs made out of marble right by the door >be watching tv one night, normal procedure >out of the corner of my eye, I notice something moving near the door, didn't think much of it >days go by and it keeps happening over and over, I start paying more attention to it now, but when I look, it disappears. >one day I decide not to look at it directly, I notice it's a head peeking at the door >can't see it clearly, but can notice the hair and the eyes >freak out, go to sleep >one day I tell my brother about it, his bed is in a different angle towards the door, can't see as clearly >he says he wants to see it too >be in bed, it starts happening again and I call my brother's atention to it >"Don't look at it, just out of the corner of the eye." >he can see it too >tell our mom, dad, sister, everyone thinks we are crazy



[962]

>be 19 year old me >be in first solo apartment for about a month >it's friday night, like 1:45 am >screwing around on the internet >hear a weird noise outside >ignore it for awhile thinking it's an air conditioner or something >finally it's really loud so I close my laptop and walk over to the window >blinds are all drawn >peek between two blinds to see what that noise is >fall down backing up >there is a woman standing a foot in front of my window (first floor apartment) hugging her arms and rocking back and forth >the sound is singing >like tuneless singing >the kind of thing that belongs in a Silent Hill game >NOPE >not sure what to do >spend like ten minutes trying to figure out what to do but she just keeps singing and it freaking me out >call the police to say I think there's like a drunk girl outside and it's like 10 degrees out there and like 2am >as I'm describing the girl the singing suddenly stops >peek back outside >she is gone >I didn't hear any footsteps >can't see her anywhere and she would have had to run to get out of sight before I got back to the window >nope nope nope nope nope nope nope



[963]

>be moving into new apartment >office says we can move in on a particular day >cool, rent a truck get our stuff packed >move in day, get a call >office frantically telling us the carpetting people didn't finish, asks if we could post pone another 3 days >sure >second try move in, we get there right as carpetting guys are leaving >they're giving us these worried looks >they must feel bad, our carpet's gunna be all wet from the steamer and it took them so long to finish

Fast forward a few months:

>making coffee in kitchen one afternoon >notice the little metal thing that holds the carpet down is coming up slightly >I'm aggravated, thinking about how they took their time installing it and it's still screwed >try to push it back down with my foot, hoping it will just stay down so I don't have to call maintenance again (turns out my apt. is crap) >doesn't stay down, so I get down and tug it up a little, thinking that maybe there's something under preventing from at least pretending it's still attached >there's a stain, so I pull a little more >looks like a big stain, actually, kinda darkish in color but I don't wanna rip up to carpet too much >tell roommate when he gets off work, he pulls it up, stares for a while >he asks if I think it's blood >what. no. that's stupid.



[964]

>tell office my carpet's coming off around the kitchen area, the woman at the desk looks me up and sounds nervous, saying the carpetting guys will be in THAT DAY. >wtf it took maintenance 3 days to fix my sink >the manager (I guess?) starts questioning if we pulled it up, if we looked under, etc. >explain it came up on its own, I looked under to see if something was pushing it up, saw a stain >he looks dejected, asking if we want a different apt. >after a while of me being suspicious, he tells me the guy who lived there before us was always getting complained about, loud noises all hours of the night, creepily watched the kids in the complex, and was always turning his rent in a day before it was late >he missed his rent and they told him to pay up (2 months worth for missing rent) or get out in 3 days >dude bro gave himself deep lacerations and then hung himself in our dining area, where a large pool of blood formed >all his stuff was given away prior, people saw him moving out, he moved all his funds to his mom (he had plenty to make rent easily 5 times over, according to manager) >tell roommate later >"Yeah, I could tell it was blood, I didn't wanna freak you out. It's impossible to get it out of things, especially if it sits there for a while."



[965]

>currently studying in Japan, life dream to come here having the time of my life >on the way from campus back to my place on the side of the road is a little park/shrine >have night classes 4/5 days of the week and streets here are dead and quiet after dark >occasionally see children playing alone after dark, violent crime isn't as common here so parents don't care >there's a little boy who plays in the park after dark and always bothers people, walks after them if they pass the park, asks for money or keeps asking where they're going before eventually going back to the park >police have been called a few times because people think he might be homeless, no one has ever seen his parents, I've seen him once or twice too playing in the park doing kid stuff >American guy who has lived in the area longer than I have says an old man used to live across the street from the park before he passed away not too long ago >old man used to scream at the little boy to go away when he was in the park all the time neighbors hated him >apparently old man swore up and down he watched that kid get hit by a drunk driver and die years ago, his parents made a memorial for him at the shrine then moved away

Haven't seen the kid since hearing that story, most likely just an urban legend because everyone has seen this kid, but I scare real easy so I don't know what I'm going to do if I see that kid again. Real spooky.



[966]

When we were kids, me and my friends would lay stomach down on our skateboards, and go through the drainage system of our very large neighborhood. We wouldn't bring flashlights, and the only light we would see would be from sewer drains from the roads. Often times, light would be over 200m away.Here is what happened the last time we did it.

>go 'splorin in the drainage/sewer with our skateboards. >pipes are maybe 2 1/2 feet wide, small but big enough for 11 year olds >dark has hell >Me, my brother, and My friend and his brother scooting along for about 2 1/2 hours through the pipes. >Farthest we have gone this time, we go a little further than we have before. >we get to a road-side drain, it opens up, probably a 3ftx20ft box, mildly lit >I look further down the pipe, light must be at least 400m away >brothers and friend are eating lunch in the corner >I look back and I see the light from the end of the tunnel gone >realize something has to be blocking it. >the sametime I come to this realization, I can hear a muffed echo of heavy breathing and what sounds like dirt being kicked up >Tell brother and friend that something is in the pipe with us >they don't believe me >I tell them to shut up and listen >they pause, listen, and think it's coming from outside >as this happens, we hear a horrific scream from down the pipe >we freak out >at this point we can hear this thing closing in, probably less than 150m away >The scratching and heavy breathing is getting louder and louder >We can't go back, so we have to go through the very small opening from the sewer to the road >I squeeze through the opening fast >I pull my friend and my brother through quickly >my friends' brother is still in there >hes bigger than us, he can't fit through >at this point this thing screams again, and we all are in panic mode >tell friend to take off his shirt and pants and try again >this time we get him through

>we sit there and wait to see if it will show up >Eventually it does >This thing is skinny with a big head >big black eyes >hairy >starts rumaging around the lunches my friends had earlier >the whole time, this thing isn't making a sound >suddenly stands up on its hind legs, and just stares at us out on the road >we are in a stare off for about two minutes >We go get some rocks and come back and start throwing them at it >one connects, hit it in the face, it just sneezes and disappears >We all left our skateboards down there (expensive ones too, probably 300$ each) >go home, tell dad we lost our skateboards in the sewer >get grounded >we take him to were we lost them >they are all snapped in half >double grounded



[967]

>comfortable in bed >see this little shadow figure like a child standing by my bedroom door under my mirror >seen him for years now, got used to it >don't like sleeping with door open >look at door trying to work up effort to get up and close it >can't do it, I'm lazy >just stare at door for moment >it slowly shuts

My door makes one hell of a twang if just pushed shut, this time it didn't make a peep, which meant handle must have been turned.

>thought it was mum or dad >quietly say thank you >little shadow figure jammin' by the door >stare at him for a moment >look at clock 2:30 ruffly >mum and dad are always asleep by now no exceptions >look back at little dude >MFW I crawled under the covers till I woke up in the morning



[968]

>cool tear down by this bridge that me and my friend always go to to drink >finally decide to go check it out one night, it's by the edge of the water surrounded by vines >go down these moldy little stairs that lead to the property, more vines >go up to the door which is all boarded up, it won't budge >broken window, but don't wanna cut ourselves on it so we go to the other side to see if there's another door we can bust open >spend 5 good minutes carefully edging around the side trying not to fall in water or get caught on by thorns and branches >it's also dark out and can't see anything >at the back now, almost freak out because the property ends in an immediate drop off that goes into the water >make way to the back porch which had another entrance, entire thing was a complete wreck, boards splintered and caved in in the middle and everythings damp >the door is missing, and upon going inside, nasal cavity is assailed with the scent of rotting wood >everything's just really messy and broken and neglected, not much to look at >go upstairs >there's a toilet and my friend goes and takes a piss in it >spend about 10 minutes looking around for anything interesting >find one of those old ugly green fridges in one of the rooms, the freezer is chained closed so we open the fridge door expecting dead body parts >entire thing is full of jars and jars of crap >human crap >reach for one for closer inspection, but quickly put it back cause it's freaking warm >friend wants to leave >carefully gtfo down the stairs trying not to break them >not quite out the door when we hear the fridge slam upstairs

...and that was the last time I ever went urban exploring.



[969]

>Be me 15 living in a 3 room trailer. >One night trying to sleep. >Can't sleep, feeling of being watched. >Look out of open bedroom door into dinning room. >Pitch black, Table and chairs are white. >Shine flashlight at table >Nothing >Try to sleep again >Still feel weird, like something is completely out of place and wrong. >Shine light again. >This time four small reflective thing flash then disappear. About marble size. Like cat eyes. >Decide to investigate. >Walk over and shine a light to the same area. >Nah still nothing, "Man I need to go to sleep, I am acting like an idiot". >Suddenly hear paddering of small feet. Really fast. >It brushed against back of my legs as it ran behind me quick as hell next to the wall behind me. Too dark to see. >Sound was rapid like a machine gun burst. But with feet instead. >It looped around the corner into a room. >I slam the door shut and jam the door. >Nope >Stay awake till dawn. >Check the room in the light of day. Nothing.

It sounded human-like when it ran, smaller like a toddler, but fast. Still gives me the chills.



[970]

Some from when I was in highschool:

>Working late on science project >My Science teacher was a total bro, and he stayed late to stock chemicals and organize the lab and such >Told me he was going to run to the staff room to get us some coffee, he'd be back in a few >Literally the only ones in the building, most staff leave around 5 and the cleaning guys leave shortly after >Working on my project when I hear someone walking up the stairs >Assume it's my teacher >Step out into the hallway >no one there >The sound of footsteps coming closer to me, >The sound is right in front of me >When it gets extremely close, hear a loud bang from the other side of the school >Huge school, the sound came far from where the teacher's lounge is >nope it back to the lab >Teacher gets back, tell him about it >apparently school is haunted

Another time:

>After baseball practice >around 7pm >my friend and I ran into the school to get his stuff from his locker >I'm sitting against the wall at the end of the hallway >a locker about half way down the hall swings open >2 more further down do the same >We nope out of there

Another time:

>Head home late after play practice >The entire cast is outside smoking and talking and beginning to walk home >The maintenance men leave too, all the lights are off in the building >I'm standing with some friends waiting for my mom to pick us up >Look up at one of the windows >Light turns on >Silhouette of a person standing in the window >I point it out to my friends >Who/whatever it is puts it's hand up to the window >The light goes out



[971]

>walking a long way home at 3AM >going through roughest scariest part of town >walk past closed dark restaurant >hear shuffling >figure just standing next to building >seems to be slowly spinning or moving back and forth >the 7-11 next door is the only light illuminating this thing >tall, looks like it's wearing lots of clothes >stop and stare for a second thinking it's a homeless person >not able to make out which direction it's facing or where its head or limbs are >get a horrible feeling and start walking as fast as I can >nope on home

Maybe just a homeless person. but it still freaks me out thinking about it.



[972]

>Live in apartment (first floor) in a quiet little town >Be asleep >Girlfriend wakes me up in the middle of the night, she is scared >Hear yelling outside >Sounds like crying, makes me uncomfortable too >Didn't sound like teenagers or something, but somebody clearly in pain or hurt >Crying sound comes and goes >I peek out of the window but see nothing >Crying fades again >Hear a scream and a thud >Look outside window again, now see a wheelchair crashed against a tree >No people anywhere, I can see a big part of the street >Nobody is that fast, especially if they need a wheelchair >The moonlight shining on the tree and wheelchair makes it especially spoopy >Decide to report to the cops >Cops confirm they had more complaints, but nobody has seen anything, only heard the crying and they were already on their way >Cops arrive, talk to them >When I went to work the next morning I saw that the tree missed a big chunk where the wheelchair crashed against it >Nobody knows what happened



[973]

When I was 9 or 10, I had my bed in one small corner of my room, where I had enough space to fit my bed, a nightstand, and a Tv in front of my bed. And being little, and scared of the dark from past experiences, I had a night light right next to my bed to give me some comfort.

Well, on this night, I was getting all ready for bed, and laid down. I lean off of my bed and turn my night light on, and as I was doing so, I hear something from behind my bed. Scared witless, I didn't turn around, instead I leaned back onto my bed, and sunk into my blankets to try and hide. I look up and can see behind my bed with the screen of my Tv, because I had the night light on right next to it. And I swear, I see a very tall man walk behind my bed, carrying a very large bag or something. I had a dresser right behind my bed, so all I saw was him walk over behind my bed, and duck in front the dresser very slowly. I just stared at my Tv until I fell asleep waiting to see if he got up or anything.

Probably one of the most scary things I've ever seen. And for months after that, whenever I'd put my head near the wall my bed was leaning against, all I would hear is blood curdling screams, like some woman outside was being tortured to death, and that was also terrifying. I've never had a revisit from the tall guy, and the screams have subsided, but that was scary.



[974]

I was at home with my little brother Andrew and my neighbor Scott. My parents were away at a wedding and we had the house to ourselves. Playing video games in the basement, being loud, and breaking rules because we could. After a good chunk of time we ran upstairs to get some junk to snack on and keep our sugar highs going. While in the kitchen we all heard a loud slam. SLAM!, It happened again. It was coming form upstairs, it sounded like someone was slamming a door shut. SLAM!. We decided to investigate. I went upstairs and all the doors were closed. I opened each one, gave the room a look, and left the room, each time closing the door behind me.

Nothing...We went back downstairs to the kitchen. We gathered our things ready to through this off as a fluke when suddenly SLAM!

All the doors upstairs were shut, and after checking again they all remained shut. Something was opening up doors and slamming them shut...



[975]

This is the first of two instances. First, I was alone in the basement, playing GTA IV with my friend on my PC. It gets to about 1 AM and we're having a blast, shooting RPGS and throwing grenades willy nilly. Then I hear a sound that really doesn't fit with GTA. I figure it's not coming from my headset, so I take it off. The sound that's being made is coming from a century old music box that we have. The last time it was used was probably 10 years ago. And this thing is just full on blaring its song. I start chanting "NO NO NO NO NO" and book it upstairs, leaving my friend on Skype pretty confused. My mom and dad are coming down from their room, my dad equipped with a baseball bat. As you can imagine, it was hard to explain to them that it was NOT an intruder.

My second instance was in the same basement. Now, my basement has a main area where most of our furnishings are, and a satellite room off of that. Then, there's the unfinished part of the basement where I'm sure the spirits dwell, but I digress (I'll post pics of the basement if this gets popular). Anyway, this time I'm playing GTA IV again with the same friend. It's about 1 AM again, and we decide to call it a night. I'm browsing Reddit while I cool down from vidya gaems with my headset off to let my ears take a break. It's at that point that I hear "Da da da daaaaaa daaaaaaa" (read with two little girl voices) from the bowels of the unfinished part of the basement. Now, it's pitch black around me except for my island of salvation at my computer. At this point, I'm just so done with ghosts that I say, "Forget it, fine, have the basement" and go upstairs and go to bed.



[976]

>about 2:40 in the morning browsing the internet >pc is next to the door so I can see if anyone goes to the kitchen,bathroom or exit the apartment >see a girl with black hair pass by >hear dishes shuffling in the kitchen >assume it's my sister and peek out and call her name >lights aren't on in the kitchen >my sister has brown hair >wave of fear now comes because of this >nope and close the door in my room >door starts moving,sister comes in >she is like half asleep and tells me >anon they are here,we have guests,they are here >I'm freaking out asking her what she is talking about >repeats the same thing >then just ignores what I say and goes back to her room

Another one:

>wake up in the middle of the night >my window is open so I can hear a lot of things from outside >hear a woman crying >live in commieblock so I can see the other apartment's balconies from my window >there is a woman crying one floor down >why would she do this at this time and place? >shrug it off and go to bed



[977]

>be 15 >alone at my family's summer house >go into garden shack for some paint thinner >just as I enter the door closes and I can hear the coat hanger wire we use to lock the door when we're home sliding into place >I try to find a way out but the second door had been condemned when we expanded the shack and the window is too small for me to pass through >try to find some tools to unscrew the bolts of the condemned door >all of a sudden I see a big spider on the wall, tarantula size >it disapears in the shadows near the roof >forget this, I start the small landmower truck we have to try and smash the door open (the one locked with the twisted coat hanger wire, that thing is stronger than you would think and kicking the door didn't do a thing) >as I'm about to get up on the truck, I hear the wire slide again >I open the door slowly, watching outside for some maniac or something and inside for the spider at the same time >everything is sunny outside and I'm alone >run into my house >everything is a mess, some slob made himself a meal (or two...or three, Christ, there was food everywhere!) >I'm scared that the guy might still be there, so I take a knife...or I would have taken it if I didn't see my reflection in the microwave >run to the nearest mirror >my face and the top of my t-shirt are all covered in food...the same food that was prepared in the kitchen when I was trapped outside

I still have no idea what that was about. But it really happened.



[978]

>Family is gone for weekend >Home alone, house is isolated deep in the woods >Staying up late playing videogames in the basement >Go up to kitchen >It's pitch black but I can sense something isn't right. Room feels wrong. >Run to the light. Flip it. >Back door is wide open >Freak out a bit and start looking around for an intruder >See the front door is wide open too >Door to the garage is wide open >Both garage doors are open (didn't even heard the motors) >Look out past the garage to the shed, that door is also hanging open >Scared to go out and close it   >Close both garage doors and hit the lock button to stop the opener from working >Dead bolt all the outer doors >Hide in room all night with dad's shotgun >Just before the sun rises, hear light foot steps in the kitchen >Wait until sunrise >See tiny child-like footprints in the snow all around the house looping from door to door, to the shed and back >Never tell anyone



[979]

>be 16 or so and live in the basement of my grandparents' big house >a skunk falls in my window well and instead of calling an exterminator, my gramps just puts a wooden plank at an angle in the well in hopes that it will just crawl out, not wanting to spook it and have it spray >NOPE to the idea of sleeping so close to a skunk and go sleep in the living room on the couch (something I'd done many times, my room has been infested with mosquitoes and had pipes break before, so no big) >living room is at the end of a long hallway >wake up in the middle of the night to a far-away scratching noise >sit up and pin my eyes to the end of the room, not moving >scratching sound gets louder and closer, starting to sound more and more like rusty wheels on an old cart or something >dart over to the light and turn it on   >noise stops >wait a few more minutes before turning on several more lights, deciding there's no way in hell I'll go back to sleep >spend the rest of the night/morning watching TV, not sleeping

Didn't give it another thought until a few weeks later.

>having breakfast with my grandma, not much to talk about >every room in our house has sinks (not bathrooms), even bedrooms and storage rooms, and out of nowhere I ask her why >she says it's because before they turned the place into a house it into a house about 50 years ago, it was originally built as a hospice >blood runs cold and the sound of the old cart floods back to me



[980]

I moved into my current house two years ago. After about a week, I found myself there alone for the first time after dark. A few weird, unsettling things happened. Like going out to the back porch to take out trash, coming back and finding the storm door locked from the inside. That sketched me out a little bit and had me on edge, but I walked around to get in through the front door.

Later I was washing dishes at the sink; the stairs down to the basement are visible from the kitchen sink, and I had this uncanny feeling that someone was at the bottom of the stairs, looking at me. I ended up walking backwards... and stepped barefoot on a loose piece of trim that had been previously found, and set aside, and was not where I had put it before. A finishing nail went about half an inch through my heel.

That did it. I got out of the house just to walk and calm my nerves, and really, since then, I haven't had anything like that feeling.



[981]

This happened when I was about 9. Basically I used to have a large basket in my bedroom full of old toys I didn't play with anymore (like toy dogs, monkeys, Toy Story characters etc.) and it was absolutely full to the brim with these old toys. One evening I was in my room getting in bed, I switch the light off and hear some messed up Joker laugh from the toy basket.

I think I'm probably just imagining things so just ignore it. Then I hear another laugh. WTF. I turn the light on and spend a good 5 minutes staring at the toy basket waiting for weird stuff to happen. Nothing.

Then suddenly I hear the creepiest thing from the basket: "I'm still heeeeeerrrreeeee."

I turn the light on and creep toward the basket. This could be one of atleast 50 toys. I quickly sift through the basket but find nothing and give up.

Then, as I'm walking away I hear "HEY, YOU, LOOK AT ME"

I freak out. Turns out it was an old purple monkey toy and its batteries were fading so it was malfunctioning.



[982]

>Get home from work around 7am, but it's winter so it's dark out by now >My boyfriend is just getting ready to go hang out with his buddies >We say goodbye and I get in the shower >Afterward I'm in our room getting dressed and I hear the door open and close, figured it was my boyfriend >When I step in to the hall the lights are off and it's pitch black, but I had the living room light on >I call out for him, but no answer >I walk down the hall and peek around the corner in to the kitchen >There's a tall figure in front of the kitchen window, definitely taller than my boyfriend >Nope.exif back to my room and lock the door, call my boyfriend >He's home within 10 minutes, but whoever was in the house disappeared >Nothing missing, but the large chef knife was set out on the counter



[983]

>My mom calls me randomly at 2:30AM which is pretty weird >I'm at my friends house and we're just hanging out watching movies >Conversation goes something like this >"Anon where are you" >I'm at my friends house, why? >"No reason, just asking" >At the time I thought it was weird, my mom calling me, because that never happens >Eventually get home and fall asleep >I wake up the next day and tell my mom that the phone call she made was pretty out of the ordinary >She tells me that she made the phone call because she thought I was home >Apparently someone opened the door to my parents room, looked in, and closed the door >My mom got up to look to see if it was me but I wasn't home >All the lights were off in the room and she wears glasses but didn't have the on so she couldn't make out the face >No one else lives in our apartment



[984]

>grandma is in the hospital dying of cancer >go to check on grandpa at home >yeah, he's a jerk and doesn't visit her >we walk into his house >creepy funeral-like organ music blasting throughout the house >find it humorous at the time >"lol he's jamming out" >figure out that he's asleep and all the tv's are off >not laughing anymore >chills >nope



[985]

>Freshman in college staying in dorms >nighttime and trying to fall asleep >roommate comes in without saying a word without turning on the lights >starts tossing and turning and muffling words >I throw a pencil at him to tell him to shut up >stops. >I try to sleep again >an hour later I get a phone call that wakes me up >"call from [my roommate]" >the person is still in my roommates bed >I answer, "hello?" >"Could you pick me up? my boss kept me late and the busses aren't around this late." >mfw



[986]

>Be 18. >Hanging with a friend in my kitchen exchanging stories about ghosts in our houses. >Broad day light, 2pm. >Hear my Family Room door opening, it makes a very distinctive sound. >There is nobody else in the house. >Me and my friend just stare at each other. >Grab knife, go check. >Family room door is wide open. >Door to basement (right across from family room) also wide open. >Grasp my knife firmly, take a look downstairs. >There was a pair of crocs placed neatly at the bottom of the stairs; they were previously right next to the door, where I was currently standing. >Hell to the no. >Grab the door, slam it shut and lock it. >At this point we both wanted to leave, my friend was pissing himself. >I wasn't completely sold on it... I was still a bit incredulous at this point. The crocs might've already been there, right? The family door might've been opened by a breeze? The basement door could've also been open, right? >Decide to take quick shower, because I smell like crap. >Shower is way too cold, it isn't getting hot either. This is weird as hell. >Realize water heater is in basement. >Run out. Get out.

Why the did he want me downstairs?



[987]

>Sitting in my room with my sister >We're both talking about who knows what >Suddenly, we both distinctively hear our mum calling my sisters name. >My sister responds by shouting "what?" >No response >She shouts a few more times "what?!?" >We just look at each other, puzzled, before getting up and walking into our parents room to ask what they're shouting her for. >Both our dad and mum are asleep in bed. >Sister wakes mum up and asks why she shouted >"I didn't shout anything."

Bare in mind this happened at like 3am. The voice was easily recognizable, and very distinct.



[988]

>Just now went to get a cold water from the kitchen see what looks like a hand print on the storm door >turn my front porch light on   >upon further inspection it is a hand print >NOPE BACK TO MY ROOM LOCKED MY DOOR TO AFRAID TO SLEEP OR LOOK OUT MY WINDOW



Hope you don't die.



Thanks. Either it's a prank or a legit creep wanting to play my intestines like a harp. If I die, you get my H.P. Lovecraft collection.



And who said being nice to people on the internet was useless?



[989]

>be 13 >just moved into a old home in a small town with my parents >get weird vibes day one >couple weeks in things start to happen >parents get woken up by the police department at 3 in the morning saying they just got a call from our house >they said someone was heavily breathing into the phone >police department says they get calls like that sometimes from our house and they just wanted to check and make sure nothing was actually wrong >come home from school sometimes and furniture would not be in the right place >hear footsteps coming from the attic when nobody is up there >strong smell of tobacco all throughout the house even though neither of my parents smoked >dad gets another transfer so we need to move again >pack all of our stuff >leaving the house in the moving van >look back at the house one more time and there is a dude wearing a full suit with top hat standing in the attic window



[990]

>couple years ago >friend and I trying to beat Halo 3 Legendary >it's around 2 in the morning >the living room sits in front of the kitchen, so the only way to the fridge is to pass us >continue playing then at one point >a shadow passes over the tv, >stay silent for 30 secs 'I'm probably just tired.'' >wait a while after and ask Did you see that? >friend says 'Yeah.' >tfw we are the only ones awake, no one's in the kitchen, and someone just cast a shadow from behind us...

>late again >playing gears of war on insane >we get done playing and turn off the game >tv is still on, so I get up >as I'm walking to tv, friend stops mid-sentence >kind of weird, he doesn't do that >see him staring at the tv >look >in the reflection next to me and him on the tv >stood at the other end of the room, a young girl in a white dress >neither of us say anything until the next day >next day >we wake up to a smiley face drawn in the dust on the tv screen

I want to go back to his house to talk to her, but he says to leave her alone.



[991]

>Be 12 >Just moved to another town >Befriend a couple of neighborhood kids >They somehow come the consensus that I need to be "initiated" into their group >They dare me to go into the basement of an abandoned farmhouse 15 minutes away >Agree because I want to make friends >That night >Make the walk in good time down an old country road near the woods >Pitch black except for when cars go by >I only have my phone to use a light >The group waits outside while I head in alone >It's creepy but not nope-worthy >I could hear one of the kids trying to sneak in to scare me >Footsteps in the tall grass are super obvious >"It's not funny. This is dumb. Let's go." >Eerie silence for a solid minute >Hear one of the kids yell "Anon, you can come out now!" as I hear his footsteps approach from fairly far away >I leave the barn to meet the kid >The kid asked something like "Was it scary?" before he stares at something behind me for a few seconds then bolted into the woods >I caught up to him and the rest of the group >He was crying hysterically >Asked him what he saw >Refuses to describe it

---

>15 >Three years later >Still friends with neighborhood kids at this point in time >Randomly remember that night >Ask the kid what he saw >Draws me a pic >Says the figure had one hand on the door like it was peeping around the corner >NOOOOOOOOOPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



[992]

>three years ago >we move every year because my family is inconsistent >sister finds house on Craigslist >old historical house >they love it because it's massive >thisisabadidea.webm >go there >get really creepy vibes >like I could feel the presence of every person who has ever lived there >house "feels" heavy >trying to sleeping one night >can't fall asleep >pitch black in my room >out of nowhere hear female voice say GROUND >immediately jump up and stare into darkness >chill up my spine like never before >NOPE.avi >cut every light on in the entire room >later on landlord tells me he grew up in the house and it's haunted

The scary thing I leave my fan on full because it helps me sleep. There should have been no way I heard anything with it on full. I don't typically believe in ghosts or this kind of thing because it's illogical but I can't explain this. I got a more sinister one.

Things got stranger from there. My girlfriend told me this happened to her one morning.

>same historical house >constant fighting between all of us >all our issues come out to surface >girlfriend is arranging dvds/blurays one morning before she goes to work >she gets up around 5 >still semi dark out >she's been emotionally strained from the constant fighting and tension >she hears a voice that says "PUT THOSE AWAY!!" >she freezes up >the voice says it again and more angry >NOPE.webm >literally runs to our room and jumps into the bed on me >never seen her this upset before >shes pale and her eyes are fully dilated, tears are ruining her makeup

To this day it almost brings her to tears. She described the voice as very deep and masculine and I guess violent?

Forgot to mention earlier but the basement was the creepiest place I've ever seen in my life. Multiple rooms and lots of "dead" rooms and doors. Meaning nothing of value or any use. Almost like catacombs with no lights. Very foul/stale smelling but I never found anything down there.



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>highschool >at new gf's house for the first time >she gives me a tour >casually mentions a "dungeon" in the basement >come again? >"Yeah there's a creepy dungeon in the basement. It just came with the house." >gf opens door in basement >just some cobwebs and a water heater. Not scary >gf opens small wooden door on the back >tiny, windowless brick room >there's a pair of chains hanging on the wall >it's a literal dungeon >"Who lived here before you?! " >gf nonchalantly shrugs >tries to shut door with me inside just to mess with me >yeah, no



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>be two nights ago >home alone >security system: "back door ajar" >we never use the back door ever >go back and look >door is half open and sensor lights on >look around outside >close door behind me because we have an indoor cat >nothing there. try to open door. it's locked >they don't lock when closed >go around the front >open door, see sister sitting on couch >"Oh, hi -sisters name-" >turn around the close door quickly. >turn around again >she's not there

Sister spent the night at her bf's house so there's no way she should have been there. I called her after and she said she hasn't left her bfs house all night.



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>living next door to my grandma a few years ago, she's in her 90s >go check on her one night >get in and walk up to her room >she looks at me and asks "Who's the guy that came with you?" >look back, nothing there >run back home

Another night:

>Go check on granny >she's talking to someone, I know there's nobody there but her, whatever, she's just being old >She says: "When am I going to die?" >mfw deep male voice answers "not yet" >nope out of there before she even knew I was there

She was weird, and always going on about spirits... still freaks me out, even if she died like 6 years ago.



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>Roommates just left on a trip yesterday, I'm the only one in the house >Get up to go downstairs to grab some food >As I step out of my room, I hear "Wrrr baAck?" in my roommate's voice >Walk down the stairs. Nobody there, rabbits are calm >Grab food and walk back upstairs >See this thread, post this



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About 4 years ago I lived in this creepy 70's era house in the downtown area of town. My cousin came over from Ontario and he needed a place to stay for a couple of nights so we let him sleep in one of our guest bedrooms.We had about 3 extra bedrooms, but we were going through some reno's so he had to stay In this creepy bright baby blue room right beside mine. He slept on a mattress, not a bed.

Sometime during the night he burst into my room shivering and in a cold sweat, He looked terrified. He just crumpled onto the floor and lay there. I don't know if he slept at all.

Fast forward a year, some friends and I are having a sleep over and I tell them the cousin story, one of my friends comes up with the bright Idea to try and sleep in the blue room. So when the time came we all piled onto the queen sized mattress and eventually all fell asleep.

I awoke to the feeling of worms crawling all over me, both my friends were gone and the door out of the Blue Room was closed, I started thrashing around wildly, then I started gagging. It felt like works where squirming out of my every orifice. I got up and searched for the door knob. I couldn't find it. I looked for the light switch, BAM! Let there be light. All of the squirming ceased and I looked around for a few nanoseconds, there was no worms in sight, then I dashed out the door scared witless only to meet up face to face with my two friends. They asked me what happened and I summed it up, they said they basically had the same experience.

Fast forward again another week, I walk into the Blue Room and the floor is literally covered in worms.



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When I was about 16, I was walking upstairs in my parents house, and in my peripheral vision, I thought I saw my little brother going into my room. My room was at the end of a hallway at the top of the stairs, and as youre walking up you can see my room to the right.

As I walk into my room, I say, "Danny get out of my room," expecting him to be messing around in there. No one's there. I lay down on my bed and close my eyes for a second, and when I open them again, I see this tall person, in a robe type thing that looked like a bunch of dirty black roughly woven rags sewn together. He is very pale and gaunt, with long black hair, and he is basically standing right on my chest, looking straight down at me.

I didnt scream or move, just shut my eyes again quickly, and when I opened my eyes again he was gone.

Another time in the same house, I was sleeping, and the phone rang. It woke me up, but I let it ring for a while thinking one of my parents would pick up. This was probably one or two in the morning. I finally pick up the phone and groggily say "hello..." and I hear some lady on the line, sobbing. Then her tone of voice changes, like shes angry all of a sudden, and she says what sounded like, "I'm going to cut my toe off..."

I freaked out, slammed the phone down, and didnt sleep the rest of the night.



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I have a sink / mirror setup in my room across from my bed. It's odd, but I never paid it much mind because the room is a converted attic. I occasionally get creepy vibes, but nothing more than what I imagine most people get in the dark.

Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night to make water, I'd usually just do my business in the sink and rinse it, being too lazy to go downstairs. A couple nights ago, I got creeped out by my own silhouette in the mirror at 4am while pissing, but stared at it anyway because that's how I deal with my fears.

I'm a pretty sound sleeper, and went back to bed no problem. It wasn't till the morning that I remembered that I've had a buzzcut for a month now. My silhouette had my old hair.



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Some background info: Some odd months ago there was a wreck on the highway in front of my apartment complex. I was at school, then work the whole day from 8AM to about midnight, so I never saw anything, my neighbor told me when he saw me smoking my last cig of the night. He just said it was a pretty bad one, that a semi merged into someone.

In my complex, there's a ton of kids. and an ice cream truck comes by starting in mid to late April all the way through mid to late November, if weather permits. It always used to swing by around anywhere between 5PM to 6PM (at least during the summer when I'm here at that time, it might change during the semester). It also swings by twice on the weekend.

>haven't heard the ice cream truck for about 2 weeks >be off from work that night, doing project for school >7PM rolls around and I hear the truck and every single child in the complex running outside >headphones engaged, the truck music and the kids screaming will last at least 30 minutes >go to smoke around 10PM >have to pull an all nighter to get this work done, not due til a few days later, but I'm taking 5 classes, so I need to get the biggest stuff out of the way ASAP >sometime around 3:30AM I start hearing a faint ice cream truck song >look out my window, don't see it, can't hear the song anymore >assume I'm just tired and must have the song stuck in my head from the little bit I heard earlier >done with project by 6AM, have to get ready for class at 8, so I just kill time >my neighbor, who has a kid that does to kindergarten at 8, knocks on my door lightly at about 7:15 >"Did you hear the ice cream truck pass by at 3 last night?" >totally did, actually, I was awake, blah blah blah >says his kid woke him up because the music was loud >tell him I just heard something faint, like it was across the complex or on the highway >he blows it off, saying his kid has been hassling him almost every night about one thing or another and it's just her way of trying to sleep with mommy and daddy (his GFs pregnant again, so his kid has to sleep alone since her prego belly gets in the way) >uneventful day for me, classes, work, home >around 2AM, getting ready for bed and I hear the ice cream truck music >open my front door and listen outside, but it's still really faint >whatevs, go to bed, sleep until 7

This goes on for a week. Every night between 2AM and 4AM I hear a faint ice cream truck. My neighbor looks completely drained every morning and he always says his kid wakes him up and complains about the ice cream truck.

>one night I hear the music >much louder than before >Stoked because if the truck is actually there, I want some ice cream. I need to step away from things for a bit >start running outside and I can see the truck >it's playing that "lullaby and goodnight" song >ask for the ninja turtle ice cream, hand him a fiver >he tells me he doesn't have it >ask for a ton more, all of them he keeps saying are gone >wtf stop driving through here if you have no ice cream >I wake up the next morning (Saturday) and here the ice cream truck rollin' through >don't even want it anymore, besides all those kids, mang, not about that life >laying in bed for about 10 minutes, just trying to wake up >thinking about that crappy nighttime ice cream truck >every night I heard it, it was playing "Lullaby", never the songs this truck plays >Actually, ice cream truck always plays a lot of songs that never last more than 15 seconds >My Darlin' Clementine, We Wish You a Merry Christmas, Old McDonald, Lullaby, You are My Sunshine, then repeats.

>neighbor sees me step out for a cig, he comes out and asks to bum one >tells me he's really stressed about his daughter, wonders if she thinks they'll love her less when the baby comes, etc. >I tell him I saw the ice cream truck and it might be she's just got super hearing or something >explain the truck had no ice cream and it pissed me off >my neighbor's laughing with me and then tells me I must've been having a waking dream, because he was trying to get his daughter back sleep when he saw me out of her window standing in the parking lot in my jammies >Well, yeah. I wanted ice cream. Nobody gotta get dressed for ice cream. >He keeps laughing about it, then says >"I can understand why Melly's upset, since we drove past the wreck, but you just heard about and wish it didn't happen?" >nervous laughter, tell him I'm still a little groggy, ask what wreck > "The wreck on the highway like a month ago. The ice cream truck was trying to turn into the complex, but the semi took it out. There were ice cream packages everywhere and the driver was smeared on the pavement. I thought I'd have to get Melly counseling, she was freaking out." >mfw we're haunted by a useless ice cream truck



>Nope