Back in high school I studied in an exclusive Catholic school for girls in San Juan. A lot of unexplained happenings have happened there, not only to me but to my friends and classmates as well. I'll try to give justice to all their experiences and mine as well by sharing with you our stories. But I'll tell our stories one by one as they might be long. Sorry if they would be long or not properly explained like all my other stories.I'll tell you first about my own personal experience. This was back in second year, and I was sitting in our classroom. Seat plans are always arranged alphabetically, so I always get to sit in front due to my last name. And in this year, I am seated just right next to the door, the teacher's door. All classrooms in this school have 2 doors, 1 in front (for teachers) and 1 at the back (for students). It happened on our subject called 'Vacant'. This is a 40-minute subject that we have wherein we can do anything we want to do as long as its in the classroom, with our adviser watching over us. We can sleep, do assignments, make projects, chat and the works. This is one rare subject that the school gives us to relieve stress from students.Anyway, I was writing away on my paper. I have a formal writing due later that afternoon and I was not able to do it at home due to a power issue in our neighborhood. While I was writing, I saw in the corner of my eye that someone is walking outside, approaching our room. Since I was near the door, I can easily see anyone walking past. Anyway, when I noticed the coming person, I looked at her sideways so basically I have a view of her shoes, socks and skirt. I immediately thought, "Oh, its Rica (not her real name)." I knew because of her shoes. Rica is popular in school because she has a real nice voice and she sings the National Anthem and school hymn every morning, and I always admire the shoes she wear (she always wears different pairs of shoes every week).So I just continued back with my work, and in the corner of my eye, I saw her walk past the room until she's out of my peripheral eyesight range.Just a few seconds of her disappearing from my peripheral eyesight, my adviser called her by her first name. I just kept writing while my adviser asked Leah (again not her real name), one of my classmates, to wait for her by the students door. My adviser needed something to be brought to the principal. Everyone at the back waited for her to appear on the students door but no Rica came into view. So Leah tried to run after her. Leah, being our a top sprinter in class, should be able to keep up with her as there are no other classrooms after ours. Just another corridor of doors leading to biology and chemical laboratories, typing lab and computer lab.Leah came back after a few minutes with a confused look on her face though. She said that nobody was along the corridors. She also peeked on each laboratory room to see if anyone is in there but all laboratory rooms were vacant. And there was no one there, absolutely no one, walking that corridor.My adviser was confused. She swore she absolutely saw Rica walk past the teacher's door. I told her I saw her too, but not her face. I knew it was her because of her shoes. I described the pair of shoes I saw to her and my classmates and everyone agreed it was Rica's.We were still debating whether it was Rica who walked past when Rica suddenly peeked from the teacher's door and asked for our adviser. We were all stunned at her and she noticed, and started to ask why. My adviser asked if she just walked past our corridor and Rica said that she came from the Student Council's meeting. The meeting started right after flag ceremony which was an hour ago. And that's the reason why she's there, because our principal needed to speak with our adviser.We were all really confused, including my adviser. My adviser and I were sure we saw Rica walk past the door. I'm not sure what we saw that day, but it sure was not scary. Just really confusing. Was it possible our eyes were just playing a trick on us?
When I was 7, my father went on business out of state for a week. While away, he was involved in a car accident which put him into a coma for 2 weeks. During that time I would see flashes of him wandering around the house looking confused, and if he looked in my direction or someone walked around him, he wouldn't even react. Granted these flashes were only 1-2 seconds tops, usually less. I would tell my mom every time I saw him and she brushed it off as me missing my dad. When he came out of the coma, my mom told him about all my “sightings.” When she was done explaining my behavior dad asked me to leave the room, and that was the last I heard about it until I was 18, leaving for college. Before heading out, they sat me down and told me that the only thing my dad remembered while being in the coma was wandering around our house and trying to figure out why it was empty and looking for everyone. He said he would randomly see me flash in and out and described exactly how I would see him for a split second. Maybe not ultra creepy but I still get goosebumps thinking about it.He didn't die, still alive and well. When we all sat down the night before I left for school it was a really long conversation between the three of us. For instance they apologized that it took so long to speak with me about it but they were afraid I’d get scared or I’d think I was insane (I was quite the hypochondriac as a child and into my teens). I don’t know why I never brought it up again, I always wanted to but figured I shouldn't talk about it. We tried to compare places in the house where we had “seen” each other but there weren't really any consistent locations. I don’t even really think I want closure either, its a neat story we can’t explain, makes it fun and spooky.
I came home from work about a month ago to find that my shower was running. My roommate has her own bathroom, so I found that a bit strange. I figured there must be a good reason and made a note to ask her about it when she got out. Fast forward half an hour, the shower is still on and she hasn't emerged yet. I walk to the bathroom to investigate, and I realize there is no light coming out from under the door. Bizarre. I check the knob – locked. Kind of freaking out now. I text her, expecting to get no response. She writes back immediately, not even home! Meanwhile, I’m running late for dinner so I leave the apartment, not sure if someone is in my bathroom or not.After I've left, she arrives home… finds the bathroom is NOT locked, the lights are NOT off, and the shower is still running. She turns it off, admonishes me for leaving it on during the day.But I didn't leave it on during the day. I know this because I towel off in the shower and have done so for many years. She and I are the only ones with keys to the apartment.I have moved since then.This also reminds me of another story. I haven’t thought about this in years. When I was around 13, I went shopping at the mall with some friends. As we entered the food court, I noticed three women walking towards us, side by side. The two women on the ends were talking to each other, paying no attention to the woman in the middle. I scanned their faces in passing and suddenly realized that the ignored woman was the spitting image of Arden, my former next door neighbor and close friend of my mother’s, who had died of a brain aneurysm the year before. I was taken aback by this and slowed down, when the woman turned to look at me, smiled broadly, and winked!The three of them passed us as we kept walking. I finally turned around just a few seconds later to find that…. she was gone! The other two women were still there, chatting away Yet there was an empty space where she had been just a moment before.Why was I was haunted by someone whose presence in my life was so brief and insignificant? Baffling to say the least.I still don’t believe in ghosts. I do believe I am losing my mind and have been for quite some time.
This reminds me of my days of working in an ad agency in NYC. One of the creepiest moments of my life happened there, and I honestly never want to set foot in an office again.
This was when I was around 24. It was a pretty new job—I had been there for about four months—and was hoping to leave whenever a new job popped up. I needed the money, and I had a lot of friends working at the company, so it was an easy enough position to get into, and the work wasn't too bad (doing stuff that temps usually do, but with a little more responsibility).Anyway, one Monday I wake up to find sunlight pouring into the room. Odd, I think, considering that usually it’s still dark out when I wake up (around 6:30). Looking for my alarm clock, which had fallen off of the nightstand, I saw that it was 9:30 am. My shift starts at 9, so I was going to be late by about an hour if I didn't get my ass moving. I had never overslept before, and I really didn't want to piss off the boss, who had been riding me the past few weeks for assignments that I hadn't completed on time. Anyway, I figured I knocked the clock off the nightstand at some point last night, disabling the alarm. Whatever the reason, I needed to get to work as fast as I could.I make it to the parking lot around 10. I park my car, run into the building. Here’s a quick description of the office: an elevator gets off at a hallway, maybe 75 feet long, with reception on the right as you leave the elevator. Straight down the hallway is where the cubicles are, with conference rooms lining the left side of the hallway, big glass windows so you can always see what’s going on in there. You can see my desk as soon as you get off the elevator, as it sits right in the first row of cubicles in the center of the end of the hallway. Basically, anyone coming out of the elevator can see me and my desk clearly.So I get off the elevator, heart pumping and half expecting the boss to be there waiting, or at least have a message from him ready for me at reception. Nothing. I walk straight past reception, except the secretary sort of looks up at me strangely, half startled and half scared. Whatever, I pay no attention to her. The conference rooms on the left are being used, as is usual for Monday mornings. I try to walk past without looking into the rooms, but everyone in each room stares at me as I pass by. I’m starting to panic, like they all know I’m going to be fired or something. Except they look more scared then curious, like I’m going to find out something that I shouldn't find out.Trying to forget all this weird behavior, I focus straight ahead on my desk. What I see goes from weird, to terrifying. Someone is sitting in my cubicle, typing on the computer. I think, maybe the IT guy is doing maintenance on my computer, or something like that. But the man turns his head and looks right into my eyes. This is where I feel the blood freeze in my veins. My head starts pounding with fear, and every muscle in my body tenses.The man sitting at the desk is me. The spitting image of me. Same clothes, same hair, same stare. He looks at me, startled, and then starts to pack up papers frantically. I move faster down the hall, but by the time I’m within 40 feet, he sprints out of the cubicle toward the other corner of the building. I break into a run, hoping to catch up with him. As I turn the corner, I don’t see anyone running away. Even worse, everyone is looking at me like I’m crazy. I check all of the neighboring cubicles, no trace. I begin to ask people who the hell was at my desk. No one knew anything, they all said my desk had been empty all morning. They hadn't seen anyone. Bullshit, I told them all. They got this worried look and eventually the boss was called over. At this point I’m still sweating bullets and panting. My face is red and my hair is all disheveled. He takes one look at me and asks if I’m okay. I tell him what happened and he just gets this look on his face like “this guy’s a fucking lunatic.” There was no one at my desk all morning, he tells me. He checked every 15 minutes, seeing if I had shown up yet.Now I’m feeling crazy, because no one else saw this guy who looked exactly like me sitting at my desk. The way he ran away, it was as if he were doing something he shouldn't have been. I try to push it to the back of my mind as I go to the bathroom to splash water on my face. I spend a while in there studying my reflection, feeling uneasy at the sight of it. I come back to my desk feeling a little better about everything, but still shaken up.When I sit down at my desk, there’s a new word document on my computer desktop, untitled. I open it, feeling a new rush of adrenaline. This is what it said:Name: (my name) Location: 8462421.856 – 844cAbsent. Will be fulfilling role until recalled.Current parameters unclear, though outline is primitive.Log #521952 has been updated with key information regarding the status of (me).Operation has band then it’s cut off.I’m still convincing myself it was an elaborate prank by my office workers. I left that very same week, after not being able to come to work without having anxiety attacks. I’m now working as a busboy at a restaurant in Massachusetts and am much happier. Looking into mirrors still puts me on edge.
This is just one of the scarier experiences I had; still not sure about this one, but it is weird on so many levels. It has cost me many a night’s sleep thinking about it, and now I hope it will do the same for you.I was around 12 years old. I grew up in an old house, at least 200 years old, and this place was full of mind shattering experiences; this is just the first that springs to mind. My family and I came to believe that there were a minimum of two spirits in this home, one bright, shining, and peaceful, and the other as dark and malevolent as one can imagine. To my brother and me one acted as a protector, the other a tormentor.One night I was getting ready for bed, and my mother came in to say goodnight. Well, at the time I thought it was my mother, but looking back I have my doubts. The exchange we had was absolutely nothing like any conversation we had before. My mother always turns away from the supernatural, she’s a good “Church of Christ Christian,” and she doesn't like to discuss “strange” things at all.Instead of saying goodnight, she proceeds to tell me how a demon once came to a 12 year old girl. I’m sitting there looking at her, thinking this is way out of character for Mom. She tells me it came at night crawled up next to the girl, and began growling in her left ear. She told me the girl said the Lord’s Prayer over and over and it eventually went away.I remember looking at her, trying to ascertain why she was telling me this story. I was quite stunned by her telling me anything supernatural in nature, and I really could not figure out why she was telling me this right before I went to bed.Lights out and I am lying there really trying to make sense of why Mom would say those things. I try to blow it off, and I am getting comfortable snuggling into the covers and turn on my right side.Suddenly, with no warning, the most awful, fearsome noise I have ever heard in my life, before or since, starts up in my left ear. It wasn't human or animal. The sound was so close; the grating, growling, scratching, moaning sound that was pouring in my left ear had me paralyzed. I was terrified, stunned; I couldn't move. I was afraid to breathe. I wanted to scream, but I was afraid of the consequences from the growling thing at my left ear.I am not now, nor was I then a Christian, but at that moment I thought saying the Lord’s Prayer might be a good idea. It didn't have any effect, but I was only reciting it in my head. I was too terrified to say anything aloud. The growling continued for what felt like an eternity, but it was probably more like ten minutes of mind-wrenching, logic-blasting horror. It suddenly stopped, I lay there listening for the foot (or hoof) falls of something leaving, but there were no other sounds. I lay there until the sun rose, trying to make sense of this experience.As of yet, I cannot come up with an explanation. I have heard dogs growl, mountain lions scream, and bears roar, but I have never heard a sound like that one. No horror movie special effects can recreate that layered, ethereal, hair-raising sound.Even at the age of 12, I was a skeptic. I lay there trying to find an earthly source for this (without opening my eyes!) I knew no one would fit under the bed, no one (visible) had crawled beside the bed as I turned the lamp off after “Mom” had left the room. To this day, I still have doubts as to whether this was really my mother or not; I can stress to you enough how out of character this conversation was for her. I sometimes wonder if it was really the protective spirit trying to warn me of what was to come.I still cannot figure out how someone could have gotten into the room unnoticed, much less how they could have produced that sound just centimeters from my left ear.P.S. As I was proof-reading this, the phone rang. It was my mother. I just had to ask her. I could not hold back. I asked her about the incident. What she said scared me maybe even more than the growling itself all those years ago. She adamantly said there was no way that was her. She said, “You know I don’t tell tall-tales. And why would I scare you like that before bed?”
When I first went to college, my brother and I shared two-bedroom apartment. We both attended the same university for a while – or, more often than was appropriate, completely failed to attend the classes in which we were enrolled.We both had odd sleep cycles. His tended towards the oversleeping end of the spectrum, while I almost constantly suffered from insomnia. One evening, he came home from not attending class looking exhausted, and announced that he was turning in for the night. I stayed in the living room, and almost immediately, heard him start to snore.It was, at that point, only about 6:00 or so in the evening, so I continued my general cycle of watching TV, playing video games, eating, and (occasionally) even studying. Around 1:00am I started to get tired, so I decided to get ready for bed. As I was heading towards my bedroom, the phone rang.The voice on the other end was the collect-call robo operator: “You have a collect call from____.” The thing was, when it got to the part where the other person was supposed to identify themselves, it was my brother’s voice. He sounded desperate, and the background noise sounded like he was just off a busy interstate.Except that, from the phone in the kitchen, I could still plainly see my brother lying in his bed, and his cell phone lying on the kitchen counter. I declined the charges, and completely failed to steady my nerves enough to manage sleep that night.[I think there's something fundamentally more unnerving when something unexplained happens involving technology (versus without technology). The electronic artifacts of our life are impassive slaves to purpose, lacking will or emotion. When technology behaves in an impossible on inexplicable way, it undermines the comfort we derive from our reliance upon it.]
Yeah I know all you have to go on is my word about this being real but whatever I’m telling it anyway.About 14 years ago I lived in a house in Oregon This one in fact It’s a strange house. Pretty large with a nice wraparound deck a big back yard and at the time 2 big buildings in the back that made nice club houses. There were 2 bedrooms upstairs on the ground level that shared a walk-in closet and 3 bedrooms downstairs and another room I’d call a large storage room or closet. Here is a map.Now usually things were cool. My room had 2 windows that were at the ground level so they were pretty near the ceiling for me, tiny half windows really.At times I could hear shit in the walls that I was convinced were mice. It sounded as if they were sliding a piece of wood back and forth in the wall. Maybe they were playing a form of mouse soccer or something, at any rate it didn’t scare me at all until one night maybe 3 or 4 months after we had been living there when the weird crap started to happen.It started in my room I was sleeping soundly when something started scratching at my window. My window being high above my bed it was hard to see but there was a light in the back yard and my TV was on so I could just make out the face of what appeared to be a dog or something looking in the window. It was sniffing at the window and making some rather violent half snort half growl noises. Needless to say this scared me senseless and I bolted up stairs.At this point I should note some oddities of the evil room (as seen in my diagram linked above) For whatever reason we could NOT keep a light on in this room for very long. Any light bulb in the room would burn out within minutes. Any lamps on extension cords into the room from known working sockets would also experience this strange burnout. Any flashlight you took in to the room would burn out within a minute or two. You could simply NOT keep lights on in this room. There was ALWAYS a draft in the room despite there being no vent for A/C and being in the corner of the back part of the house, under ground with no windows so using a lighter was out.It was always noticeably colder in the room and it was often times damp. At night I could always hear the dripping of water coming from the room It had no rug just concrete. There was always a puddle on the ground but there was no damage to the ceiling so we couldn’t tell where the water was coming from. Presumably the dripping noise was the source of the puddle of water but as there was no water damage anywhere it was tough to say that was the actual source. I once cleaned up and dried the puddle (Never dripped during the day or when someone was in the room) I put a box over the puddle to see where the water was coming from. In the morning I found the box bone dry but a brand new puddle under it complete with obnoxious drip! drip! drip! the night before.Worst feature of the rooms in the basement. None of them had a door, so my room looked JUST inside the evil room of evil at all hours.Now this is where things get a little creepy. Days after the dog or whatever it was in the window I woke up to the strangest sound. I heard whispering coming from the room. Maybe a whisper is the wrong way to describe it as there was definitely a tone to the voices but they were so low I couldn’t make out what they were saying. It was clearly more than one person and the sound ended when I made any sound. This happened often enough that it became an annoyance instead of just creepy. I’d even gotten to the point that I’d yell at the room to shut the hell up to get back to sleep.From time to time I’d hear what sounded like a large bag or box being pulled across the floor in the room and strange sniffing noises but these were less frequent than the very light whispering This all culminated one night in what remains to this day the most blood chilling experience of my life. I had become use to the whispering at this point and it didn’t scare me much any more but not this time. I woke up to something at the window again only whatever it was, was just tapping lightly on the window pane. From the room I could see a red-orange glow as if there was a fire in the room. Just as I had noticed the glow I heard a very loud clattering sound as if someone were throwing tools or something around in the room. Then I heard the same voices I heard whispering only now they were yelling as if having a fight. It got so loud I doubt they would have heard me if I yelled at them to shut up. The sense of hate and dread coming from the direction of the room was almost physical enough to choke on.Remember, my door is right next to the door to the evil room so escape, while attractive was also quite a scary prospect. I stood on my bed the sound of something tapping at the window behind me and the fight or whatever it was going on in the next room over. I finally made up my mind to make a break for it. I grabbed some scissors from the table next to the bed as some sort of weapon and as I was about to jump whatever it was in the window made a screeching sound, kind of like the cry a rabbit makes when it’s being dragged off by a wolf. That was all I could stand and I was airborne. I leaped off my bed, ran past the door to the evil room of evil doing my best not to catch even a peripheral glance in the room and I tore off towards the stairs. I heard something in the room make a mad dash after me, I was absolutely terrified at this point and I had never climbed stairs so fast in my life. I reached the top door, ripped it open and ran towards my older sisters room. I flew over her, into the corner of her bed and the wall. Waking her up and scaring her half to death. She told me later that I was white as a ghost. I told her what I had heard / saw down stairs. At this point my mom came up stairs. She had apparently not noticed a thing and was wondering what the hell was going on.I told her about it and she wrote it off as nothing but she agreed to go check it out with me. I exchanged my scissors for a large knife from the kitchen and we went downstairs together. No light, no sound, nothing could be seen or heard in the room. There was nothing at my window and there was zero evidence I wasn’t crazy.I slept in the living room for 2 weeks.Enough to fill a book. Most of it seemed to follow my older sister. There were ghosts, voices, monstrous beast things the list goes on and on.Notable instances, scary monster living in the attic (Yes I know how cliche that sounds but it was pretty weird)Voices that sound like family members calling us from different parts of the house when we’re not there or asleep.Similar beastie running around in the backyard.Waking up to a veritable pet cemetery worth of bones in the backyard.Well let’s see here. I guess the best place to start is at the beginning.The first case of strangeness that was recorded in my immediate family was the first house I remember living in. Fresno California. It was owned by a man named Mr Rackly. I don’t know what his first name was. He was a fairly nice guy but his wife was a super bitch of epic proportions. She didn’t like us living in “HER” house and she was always giving us a hard time. Mr and Misses Rackly broke up and shortly afterwords she died of a heart attack in the hospital.The first instance happened to my mom. My dad was at work late and he usually came home at around 10:00pm. My mom was in bed and the rest of us were in bed. She heard him enter the front door, walk to the kitchen and put his lunch box on the counter then come to their room. She was not “UP” but she was awake. She felt him get in to bed, she turned over and there was no one there. That started a long string of creepy shit in the house. My grandmother ran into a crying woman wearing a white nightgown in the kitchen crying who screamed and ran through the wall. And best of all one morning when the family woke up. The entire back yard was covered in bones of cats, dogs, cows, chickens etc. It was highly creepy. My mom wrote it off as cats dragging them into the yard but I some how doubt that 20 or 30 some odd dead animals would just end up in the backyard overnight.Next house – Fresno California. My sisters were sharing a room. My older sister constantly reported sounds of something walking around in the attic and strange scratching sounds something like an animal. I didn’t believe her and so we switched bedrooms one night and I slept pretty good for a long time. I woke up early at around 2:00AM to the sound of something thumping around above my head. Scared the shit out of me and I spent the rest of the night in my parents bedroom. One day while returning home from the store we found a kitten mewing its head off with it’s face pressed against the attic vent above the front door. My father tasked me with getting it. I was totally against it but he said he’d be right by me the whole time. The trapdoor to the attic was in my sisters closet so not only do I have to go into enemy territory but I have to do it in the very room we hear the scary shit from. My father gives me a lighter for light and helps me up to the closets shelf so I’m sitting on my knees with the upper part of my body in the attic looking in the direction of the door. I REFUSED to turn around and look at the part of the attic that was behind me and over my sisters bedroom. It took forever to get the kitten to come to me, god knows how it got up here in the first place.Finally the kitten gets close enough to me to grab and I forget where I am for the moment so I turn around and come face to face with what I can only describe as a really terrible looking dog of some sort. It looked old, scraggly almost like a Muppet. The thing looked skeletal like it had never had a meal. It scared the shit out of me. I really suck at describing stuff so if I had to find a picture that would approximate what I saw staring at me this is a pretty good example but with it’s mouth closed. The thing was COMPLETELY motionless. I was terrified. I straightened my legs and fell out of the closet with the kitten in hand I heard a crash from above me as I fell and I BOLTED out of the house. I stayed at my grandmothers for a few weeks before returning home, upon returning home my mom my sisters and I show up to just about every neighbor standing in their front yards gawking at us. My dad’s outside and our front door is open. As the story goes my dad was sitting in the living room cleaning his pistol. It discharged because he’s kind of stupid and fired a shot into the ceiling. He heard a strange scream from the back of the house and a loud crash from the back room, my sisters room. The thing in the attic breaks through the porthole in her closet, breaks runs down the hall towards him, notices the front door is open and runs out the front door into the street and then down the street. The neighbors see it, my dad sees it and the trapdoor is torn to shreds.Now I’m not sure if this is an over active imagination on us kids part and our parents staged it to alleviate our fear or if it actually happened but that’s how we remember it.I’ve got a bunch of others if you’d like to hear them let me know, this shit literally followed us for years.Sorry I’m no writer, that’s my girlfriends thing. Basically he shot a bullet into the attic, scared or possibly hit whatever it was living up there. It (the monster, spirit, whatever) busted through the trapdoor thing in the top of my sisters closet, came screaming down the hallway towards the living room and where my dad was sitting on the couch. As it reached the living room it turned and bolted out the front door then down the street.My mom is convinced it started with my grandmothers mother who she (Grandma) claimed was a witch.Notably she once sold my grandmother to a black man when she was 9. Not sure how she managed to get back to the family. Another time her grandmother was hold up in her room. The only other room in the house. (OOOLD house in Arkansas back in the mid 20′s I believe) Her mother was in the room all day by herself talking to no one and some time around the time the sun had set the door burst open and my grandmothers grandmother came storming out of the room followed by my grandmothers mother.Her mother was yelling at my grandmother to “Don’t go with her, she is NOT your grandmother!” then she just kept saying that over and over again. “Don’t go with her, that’s not your grandma” And this thing in the body of her grandmother but had disproportional features, almost as if it were a living caricature of her grandma with an elongated nose, big wide yellow eyes, a long jaw set back in the skull, attempted to drag my grandmother from her home. She broke free from it’s bony fingers and ran to her mom and it ran into the front yard and disappeared.
and i was the only one home) my mom was out with my little sister for a few hours, and my dad was coming home from work around that time. My room was the room next to my parents, which was right over the garage, so i could hear it open and close from my room. Anyway, I was in my room since I got home from school so the only lights on in the house were the lights in my room, since i didnt need to turn any lights on down there when it got dark because i was never down there. anyway, i heard, or thought i heard, the garage door open. i then hear a small slam which sounded like the door..anyway, ill try to explain this the best i can.. but our house, we had this catwalk upstairs and from it you could see the hallway to the front door on one side and the living room on the other. and right above the fireplace we had this huge mirror and you could see people walkin in the hallway directly below you. so, i was pretty hungry and i thought that it would be my dad so i went out to the catwalk, looked in the mirror and saw somebody (but completely covered in the shadows) walk from the kitchen end of the hallway down to the bathroom. i was gunna call down and ask my dad if we could run out and get some fast food but as i was looking in the mirror thinking about it as i saw what i thought was him walk by, i was thinking ‘eh, hes going to the office room, hes probably got work to do or is settling in, ill ask later.’ so then i walked back to my room.about 10-20 minutes later i got a call and i picked up and it was my dad calling from the road, hes like ‘hey mom left me a message saying to call you to see if you wanted me to pick u up dinner.’ i was kinda hesitant because i was trying to figure out what was going on, i was quite confused.. anyway, im like ‘u werent home?’ he said no, so, i told him what i wanted, got off the phone. as soon as i did, i locked my door, turned off the lights in my room and swear to god hid in my closet. i thought somebody broke in, i was terrified.. i waited for my dad to get home and once he did i still cautiously made my way downstairs, going the long way so i could look into the office room and i flicked the light switch on as fast as i could and no one was there.. the whole night i was jumpy and told my dad about it but he just kinda smirked and told me to stop watchin scary movies.
When I was around 9 years old, I was upstairs in my room reading some random book for class. I stopped reading when I heard the garage door open, and started walking downstairs towards the hallway leading to the garage. When I reached halfway down my staircase, I see my Dad walking down the hallway with only the nightlights shining in the hallway illuminating the hall. It was strange of him to not turn on the lights because he usually did when he got home from work. I casually said, “hi Dad”, and climbed back up the stairs to my Mom’s room. I told my Mom that Dad was home, but she responded in a manner of disbelief and confusion. She said that it was too early for him to be back at work and that she didn’t hear the garage door open. I argued and said that I just saw him and greeted him, but she thought I was nuts. So, I went back downstairs to prove that I was right, but the whole downstairs area was vacant. I checked his office, the kitchen, the hallway, bathrooms, and he wasn’t present. It took me a good 5 minutes to realize that I had just seen something out of the ordinary, and when I did realize it, I sprinted to my Mom’s room in fear. I explained the whole situation to my Mom, but she didn’t believe me and told me to calm down. An hour later, I heard the garage door open again, but this time, the lights actually turned on and my Dad actually came home from work. So wtf did I see?
To this day, I’m still scared of what I witnessed.
When I was about 8 I woke up one night (in a room I was sharing with 4 cousins) to see a doppelganger of my auntie in the room.The color of the doppelganger’s skin and hair was just ever so slightly, like she was a little too blue (almost a pastal blue/purple/pink).I watched it for a little while (maybe 5mins), before getting the courage to call out to it (using my aunt’s name). It certainly heard me as we made eye contact and she put a finger to her lips (like it/she wished I would shut up).I used to see shit like this all the time as a kid.My mother tells me about an ‘imaginary friend’ I had around the ages 3-4 called Susie who I insisted was some sort of family. The only thing I remember about her is her dress was all white and very old fasioned looking.Turns out my mum’s grandmother was called Susie. She died 3 days after I was born.We don’t talk about her because she was the leader of a spiritualist cult and a ‘psychic’ who could talk to and see ghosts. Most of my extended family is born again christain, so we all act like she never existed.Another story about her (comming from my great aunt and 2 other relatives). Susie promised to send us a sign from the other side when she died. They think she achieved this, when her house burned down the night she died (she died overnight and was discoverd in the morning. The house was destroyed before her body was found).
1.) When I was 8 years old, my friend Patrick and I were in the woods near our houses. We were pretty deep into the woods when all of a sudden we hear Patrick’s mom calling us. There was no mistaking her voice, since she had a very unique Austrian accent. We keep hearing her calling out to us and we finally make it to his house and ask his mom what she needed. She said she never called us.TL;DR – Creepy voices in the woods.2.) I remember chasing my own doppelganger around my yard when I was 9. When I finally though I had cornered it between a fence and a wall, it had vanished.TL;DR – Chased my own doppelganger.3.) When I was 7 or 8, I remember going to the boys bathroom at school and some writing appeared on the mirror (like when you write on the mirror after you take a hot shower). The same thing happened a few days later on the mirror in the bathroom at my house.The only weird thing at first was that there was some vapor on the bathroom in the boy’s room. However, the writing that was in the boys bathroom and my bathroom at home were similar. They both mentioned something cryptic about “death” and “angels”. I was the only one that used my bathroom at home.TL:DR – Creepy writing on mirrors appeared out of nowhere and happened in multiple locations.4.) This one is tricky, but I swear it happened. When I was between the ages of 7-9, I remember waking up one morning and seeing craw fish all over the streets and on people’s lawns and cars. It had rained pretty viciously the night before and my friend and I were running around picking up the crayfish and playing with them. They were all making their way to the streets and floating down into the sewers. My friend vaguely remembers this and my parents don’t. I can’t find record of this ever happening (newspaper, radio, etc.), however there are records of animals raining down from the sky in other parts of the world.TL;DR – It rained craw fish 5.) When I went to Ireland in the spring of 2000 for a school trip, we were staying in a hotel in this little town by a beach. Everyone on the trip ended up going to this club to party it up and my girlfriend and I and another couple went to a casino/arcade to play some games. We play for a bit and call it an early night and make our way back to the hotel. Everyone else is still out partying. The next day we all wake up for breakfast, pack our bags, and get back on the bus. Everyone is there except for one guy, Gilbert. The chaperons start freaking out thinking Gilbert may have wandered into the ocean while he was drunk and drowned. He wasn't in his room or in anyone else’s room, so the hotel management starts going floor by floor and room by room looking for Gilbert. The girls on the bus start crying, expecting the worst, the adults are all freaking out. After about an hour, the find Gilbert. He’s exactly one floor up from the room he was supposed to be in (615 instead of 515, for example). Nobody knows how he got into his room as that room was not rented out and that floor was empty except for one other guest. Everybody, including the staff, was baffled.TL;DR – Kid disappears on school trip and mysteriously appears one floor above where he was supposed to be.6.) When I was 17, my girlfriend and her parents went on a trip to Hawaii. She asked me to go by her house every few days and watch her cats, give them food, etc. One day, I’m asleep and hear a cat meowing in my dreams. I them dream about a cat being stuck in a pond. I immediately wake up and rush over to my girlfriend’s house only to find her cat drowning in a shallow pool of water in an above ground swimming pool. I rescue the cat and all is well.TL;DR – Dream about a cat drowning and end up rescuing a real cat from drowning.7.) Before my first day of starting at a new private school in a new town, I had a nightmare involving this horrific abstract human face. Everywhere I would look in my dream, this face would appear, and it was quite an unsettling visage. I woke up ready for school, a little bit shaken up by this dream, but thought nothing of it. On Friday, at the end of the my first week at this new school, we were required to go to mass. Upon walking into the church, the face that had haunted my dreams several nights before was the same face that was on the post-modern/abstract Crucifix hanging above the alter. I had never set up in that church prior to that point.TL;DR – Haunted by a horrific visage in my dreams only to realize it was the face on a crucifix an an actual sculpture a few days latter.In summary, I’ve some weird things that I can’t explain. I don’t believe in the paranormal nor am I superstitious, but am at a loss with these anomalous situations. Excuse the grammar/spelling – typing on the go.1) Around 11/12-years-old I awoke in bed to look at a mirror that reflected the doorway to my bedroom (we always slept with our doors open). Standing in the doorway (according to the reflection in the mirror) was a woman who looking vaguely like my mother with crazier hair all over the place and a very hollow, pale face. When I looked to the doorway, there was nothing there and I bolted to my parent’s room. Both fast asleep, woke up my Mom and she had no idea what I was talking about. 2) When I was in high school, I was often the first person awake to get to school. I awoke to find every cabinet door open in the kitchen, along with the microwave door and oven. 3) In high school again, I awoke to find my mother’s purse contents emptied on the couch with all contents and neatly arranged across the couch, nothing missing. In both two and three, I was the first one awake in the house.
My bedroom is on the far left of the house, with 2 windows right beside my bed with a creepy tree right outside there… YAY!, then outside my bedroom door is the hall, and directly across from my room is my parent’s old bedroom, now unused due to the roof being caved in from a limb falling into the house (fortunately while we were away). If you turn to the left from my room, is the den. Right when you walk in there is an entertainment center that blocks all of your vision of the right part of the room, you can only see straight ahead from the door until your at least 2 feet into the room. I was packing up to move to another state (fortunately, after this (although my dad’s staying there)) and I walked into the den carrying a box, saw my dad walking from right in front of the door so I started talking to him, telling him something clever I had thought up while I was in my room. He didn’t respond so I yelled for him, and he still didn’t respond. By now (maybe 10 seconds after I started talking) I was in the middle of the den, where I could see the whole room, as well as the entire room next to it. I looked outside and he was cleaning out the car.Edit: If you need clarification, I called the thing I saw inside dad because I was completely convinced it was him, because no one else would have been in the house. Also, as soon as I saw him I checked all the rooms, and closets in the house incase it had been a robber, no one was there.
My aunt has a particular sensitivity. She’s a very religious Catholic & does a lot of spiritual and exorcism work in Indonesia, where there are lots of local stray spirits, many of them malevolent. She has shared a lot of creepy stories about the people she’s healed as well as the spirits she’s exorcised. There are elements to her descriptions many of us would associate with Hollywood exorcisms (screaming, speaking in tongues etc) but I’m far from skeptical since I was able to experience it for myself.She flew here and stayed with us for a holiday (we live in Australia) and made a comment about something being off about my dad when she arrived. My mom & I were a little wary, since anything my aunt says always ends up legit and should be taken pretty seriously, but we didn’t really see anything off with him so we kinda dismissed the comment.Then one night while we were all in the middle of having dinner together, my dad just suddenly stopped eating – like, literally dropped his fork and stopped. And then he started speaking frantically in gibberish, in a language we couldn’t understand, and his pupils dilated and he looked clammy. At first I thought he was just choking on his food (that was denial talking) but after it kept going feverishly, I was really seriously fucking scared D: but my aunt kept her head together, and told my dad to stay calm, and that he would feel really sleepy after she “removes it”. She said a quick prayer and my dad seemed to calm down a bit … but he didn’t really seem himself. He sort of gestured towards this charm hanging above the kitchen door. It belonged to the previous house owner, it was there ever since we moved in and we never thought about it.So my aunt, without asking any questions, quickly ripped the charm off and started a small fire and burned it in our backyard and said some more prayers. As soon as she finished doing this, my dad completely zonked out into a deep sleep o__O The weirdest thing, and the thing that still creeps me out to this day, is that I also zonked out into a deep sleep even though nothing had happened with me … had something been removed from me as well?My dad woke up from the ordeal rather hazy, and my brain was a bit fogged too when I woke up, but we were alright. Even after my aunt flew home she called periodically to check if we were okay, and we were, but I don’t know, the whole experience still weirds me out to this day. I’ve heard theories about how things will follow you around more the more sensitive you are, so maybe it was because my aunt was there that we had this experience, but at the same time I was really grateful she was there to keep my dad safe.This is irrelevant to the above event, but my aunt would also make random calls to us sometimes, and ask things like if my dad’s right leg was okay or not. My mom and I would be completely puzzled until my dad came home and he’d tell us he’d just injured it (and he hadn’t told anyone yet). She’s done this many times … she also somehow knew when my sister fell pretty sick even though no one had told her, considering she was miles away in a different country/continent and all.Her daughter, my closest cousin, has apparently inherited her sensitivity. I know it’s mean to say this but I’d hate to be her – she sees spirits that she’d rather not see and she gets really frightened over it. One of her friends had died from a poisoning accident and one night, she woke up and saw him (or maybe something else with his face) standing next to her bed. Of course, she pretty much had a heart attack and bolted out of there – I would too.
OK so I've never really had any experiences in my house but my other family members have.One time, my sister was taking a shower in my parents’ bathroom which is upstairs and when she was done, she walked through my parents bedroom to go back downstairs and saw my mom and dad sleeping in the bed.I thought maybe she imagined it or something but she said that she definitely saw a woman with dark hair that she thought was my mom sleeping really close to my dad, with her face like right next to his.One of my other sisters has also seen a woman with dark hair in a black dress in my parents bedroom before.Another time my dad was exercising on the elliptical machine in our basement and he saw a woman walk through the closet doors and take three steps into the middle of the room before disappearing. I've yet to see this woman but I’m now scared as fuck to go into my parents bedroom or the basement alone.Right when she got downstairs she went into the kitchen and she saw that my mom was there and was like WTF? so she ran back upstairs to see if anyone was on the bed next to my dad and no one was there
I’ve never in my life believed in ghosts. I’ve always believed they were the result of an active imagination.Then, I moved into a new home. The house is only 15 years old. We’ve lived here for about 4 years now.One day I ran into the old owners at the store, the wife suddenly said to me, have you had anything unusual happen… her husband cut her off preventing her from finishing the question.Immediately upon moving in, we began to hear strange noises and birds would crash into the windows constantly. I’m talking 10 per day or more. No big deal, these things happen.Then the cats would not go into the upstairs bathroom. They would stand at the door and look in as if they were looking at something but would not go into the space. No big deal.One day, I was walking down the hallway and the closet door opened in front of me as if someone pulled it open. As I passed it, I pushed it shut and the door wouldn’t move. I put at least 20+ pounds of pressure on the door to close it, no deal. I then looked in the closet thinking something fell against the door and into the hinge, preventing it from closing. There was nothing there. I then closed the door with my finger tips with an ounce or two of pressure. Hmmmm…Another time, I was laying on the bed with my wife and we were watching TV. Suddenly it was as if someone dropped a bowling ball on the bed. It shook like a large dog jumped up on to it. We looked at each other and said in unison, what was that? It’s happened twice since. Ok, that’s odd.Another time, I was in the dressing room getting dressed my cat was at my feet. I was maybe two feet from the door and facing it while I was putting on a sock. The door knob turned and the door swung open very quickly and stopped as if someone was coming in. I thought it was my wife for a second but, no one was there. The cat bolted from the room through the other door as if its tail was on fire.Ok, this made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.Some time later, my wife was getting dressed in the same spot and I walked up to the open door and she looked at me with a startled look. She said, didn’t you just past through here? I had my back turned and could have sworn you walked by and touched my butt… Nope, wasn’t me…I was brushing my teeth and I saw a large shadow pass behind me and into the bathroom. Then another time, as I brushed my teeth at the same sink, something tapped on my right shoulder. This is just two feet outside the bathroom door (the one the cats won’t go into). Our dressing room has two sinks. This bothered me.Once while my wife and I were eating dinner, suddenly we heard water running. We both turned and looked at the sink and the kitchen faucet was turned on full force. This has happed to every faucet in the house at least once. All the faucets are different makes and models. The house has a new well pump and pressure tank which keeps the pressure very constant. I have also heard the toilet flush when only I was at home and in another part of the house. This creeped us both out.While working in the flower bed behind the house, there was a large stone. I decided to move it so I tipped it up on edge and dragged it a couple feet. When I flopped it back down it was upside down from it’s original position. On the stone are very old hand carved letters. The font style is similar to carvings I’ve seen that are a hundred or so years old. It appears to be an old grave marker…
My Dad used to tell a story that was unnerving for him. He and my Mom had just had a verbal “thing” of sorts. My Mom was an active alcoholic, my Dad was a recovering alcoholic. My Mom had been drinking then she’d pass out. Wake up, drink some more, and pass out. This went on for years before she died.One day she woke up and was drinking and that is when the verbal fight began. She stormed off to the bedroom and my Dad was in the kitchen and quite angry. He looked up and she had returned but she was wearing a long white gown. He took a double take and realized she was not actually human. It was my Mom yet it wasn't. She looked behind her where my Mom was, then looked at my Dad. She looked behind her to my Mom again and looked at my Dad again. My Dad described the look on her face as very sad. She slowing shook her head back and forth.My Dad asked her who she was, she never spoke. My Dad started to approach her and she disappeared. ‘Course, first thing he did was to go check on my Mom. She was sitting there happily drinking away oblivious to what had just happened.He never did understand what that was all about, he could only guess and thought it was my Mom’s soul or a guardian angel or some such thing.
About 10 years ago I had a friend who insisted that his house was haunted. His whole family had terrifying experiences in the house. Most of the occurrences happened in and around the basement which was only half constructed. By half constructed I mean that half of the basement was concrete and the other half was a dirt access crawlspace about 3 feet deep separated by a 3×4 piece of insulating wall that could be removed to get to the crawlspace.
The father described hearing low whispering voices coming from the crawlspace. They would almost always be talking about members of the family. He was convinced they were plotting to manipulate his teenage children. On several occasions he said he would see or hear his children walk down into the basement when they were not home. The most terrifying experience he had was seeing an apparition of his daughter or son crumpled up at the bottom of the stairs after hearing a crash.The father later died in the house (heart attack) and the mother moved out to live with a new boyfriend. My friend and his sister were just out of high school at the time and his basement became a fairly safe place to hang out and smoke interesting things. His sister claimed that the doll heads on her old toys would turn to face the stairs (they were sitting in a pile in the corner of the basement).I had never witnessed anything unusual so I really didn’t believe all of their stories and I still think they were the result of overactive imaginations and chemical enhancement (it was 420 friendly even when the parents lived there). However, I was driving my friend home one night. When we pulled into the driveway we discovered that the kitchen light had been left on. The house had a large front window and you could see the basement door and kitchen from the driveway. We both saw what appeared to be a large black mass move from the open basement door to the far side of the kitchen and back again. We sat in the car while my friend kept repeating loudly “I’m not going in there…I’m not going in there”. After about 40 seconds of watching whatever it was I offered to go inside with him to check it out. We entered through the garage so we lost sight of the black mass as we entered the kitchen. We discovered that the basement door was closed when we entered the house and searched around for a while to make sure no one had broken in. To this day I have no explanation for what we saw. I don’t really believe in ghosts and don’t consider the experience evidence of their existence but it was unusual.
Everyone starts their story with "I'm a believer", or "I never used to believe in this junk but...". It's a good way to start because if I tell you I have always had an unhealthy interest in the Paranormal, something in you is going to disbelieve what I am about to say. I ask you to trust in me, although you don't and will never know me - this is true.I saw my first ghost aged 5 in Bothwell Castle in Scotland, my next was at my childhood home in Motherwell (also Scotland) - I got used to him. I called him Abraham because he looked like old woodcut's of Abraham Lincoln. I believe he was merely a recording locked in the walls of our Victorian villa. Neither of these Ghosts were malicious.I moved with my mother, after my parents divorce, to Glasgow. A superb city which I would entreat anyone to visit. The city has a pulse, it breathes and energises all who come here. It also has it's dark corners. One of these is to be found in the centre of the leafy, arty West End of my beautiful City. My mothers home is a flat (Apartment) in a cinverted Georgian Mansion. It has a huge ornate and heavy black door. The windows are tall as well as the ceilings. Even in the dead of night, it feels light and airy. This is because what lives there lives not in front but behind our eyes.I knew there was a presence. He was a tall, broad, absence of light that would suck the air from my room from his place at the end of the bed. After a while I got used to him - he only wanted to watch. But when my friends inevitably came to visit - things started happening."Gil, why did you wake me up in the middle of the night?", "I didn't hon, I was fast asleep". I had woken Anna from a violent dream to tell her everything was okay, only I'd been at the other side of the house and I don't sleep walk.Stu and Lori woke me screaming in the night, they had both been sleeping in the living room, sharing the self same dream about death, they felt someone was watching them from the cupboard, someone who was flashing violent and hideous images at them. When I went in to see if they were okay, they were white and trembling with terror. They couldn't believe they'd had the same dream .I myself dreamed that I could float and I was flying through the mirrors of the house, floating up behind whoever was looking at themselves and slitting their throats. It was horrendous and still frightens me to this day.But it is, once again, my twin, my Doppelganger that scares me most. As I said Anna said she woke her to tell her not to be scared. Another time Mick, a good friend was sitting babbling away in the back room - my old bedroom (I no longer live at my mums). I went in to ask who he was speaking to - he said I'd walked into the room and gone into the walk in closet. Of course I wasn't there. Nicola also had the same experience. I was in the kitchen when she walked past the kitchen door from my old room to the living room, chatting away. Only when she got to the living room I was gone. I had never been there - I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Mick, Anna and Nicola refuse to sleep there now - all three having had their waking dream of my Doppelganger went on to have a nightmare where I was screaming at them from the closet that something was attacking me. My answer to this? I had a nervous breakdown in that room after my parents divorce - I think that all that is bad in me is trapped in there, and she comes out sometimes, walks around - like a recording - she won't hurt you but she'll disturb your sleep. I have exorcised the room - performed water, air, earth and fire cleansings but she's hanging around. Maybe she's my madness and if that's the case perhaps i'm glad she's not in me. Perhaps the man at the end of the bed, the absense of light took my form from all the fear and hurt that I was experiencing there. Either way she terrifies my friends (to the extent that mick went into shock and had to be calmed for hours with endless cups of hot sweet tea). Maybe I have a more forceful (dual) personality than I thought I did
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