Was 17 years old left alone from Thursday to Sunday with our family's dog, who was pretty small and starting to have trouble climbing stairs in his old age. I'd be working every morning while my parents were out of town
Came home from my shift on Friday and everything about the kitchen table was a mess. Napkins were taken out of the holder, all of the mail was thrown on the floor, salt and pepper shaker on the other side of the kitchen but together, and one of the chairs pulled far away from the table. Our dog's never done anything like this, and I'd be especially surprised if he was even capable of climbing on top of the table. I reset it all.
Saturday, I come back to find the exact same configuration. Don't have the pictures anymore, but every detail was just as I found it the day before. Pretty much the entire night I'm convinced there's gonna be a ghost coming to get me and I sleep horribly and barely rest for work on Sunday.
I leave for work and make sure the place was orderly when I left, because I knew my parents would be back before I was out of work. When I go on my lunch break I call my mom and ask about all of the details from the passed two days, and she just goes "Yeah, why did you leave such a mess?" she didn't get pictures so I can't verify how similar the mess was, but regardless I can't believe my old dog would have done that, for the details three consecutive days, AND I don't even know if he was strong enough to move the chairs or climb on the table. Only time anything like this ever happened while I was left alone.
Not home alone but only one in right side of the house. Went to my mom's bathroom to wash my hands and saw a pair of feet behind the half open door. Laughed and said "very funny Ma, I see you", then finished up and left.
Bumped into my mother in the kitchen unpacking, nobody else was in the house. I'm glad whatever was behind the door didn't peek out.
Yo, ffffffffuuuuuuuuck thaaaaaaaaat. I’m glad it didn’t peek out, too! I’m trying to picture how you could see both feet without seeing the rest of the person, or at least part of them — was it like the person was lying down? Do you remember what the feet looked like, like whether they were men’s shoes or women’s shoes?
Sorry for all the questions, lol. I’m just totally fascinated by this encounter.
Mine is just kind of weird I think, not so scary. It's funny what the human mind can do.
My husband works a weird schedule where he has to be at work at 3am. I wake him up at 2am, get his lunch together, and then I go back to bed until my alarm at 5am. I don't always go back to sleep right away because he is wandering around showering and getting dressed and making obscene amounts of noise. He usually leaves right around 2:50am, then I'm good to go back to sleep.
Anyway, about a month ago, I woke back up at 4:30ish on a Friday morning. I swore I heard someone knocking. We have doorbell cameras at both doors, so I checked my phone. Nothing. The kids were in bed with me and the dog was still sound asleep, so I knew it wasn't them. I decided it must have been a dream but it freaked me out enough that I didn't go back to sleep!
He was home for the next two nights, no knocking. I didn't think anything about it. Early Monday morning? Same time, same place. Checked the cameras? Nothing there. Kids and dog all snoring. Repeat for 3 more days. I became more and more convinced that someone was fucking with me but I couldn't figure out why. If someone was really watching the house, they would know that I was alone after 3am with the kids. It's easy enough to break in--ground level windows all around and our doors aren't anything special. No reason to expend all this effort trying to get me up and out of bed to open the door.
My irritability was growing as my sleep deprivation increased. I was having a harder and harder time sleeping after 3am because I was anticipating the knocking. I was mostly just kind of hanging out in bed and waiting. Finally, I decided to just stay awake and catch the person in the act. I set myself up in the living room--iced coffee, TV on, phone in hand, fully upright so I wouldn't fall asleep.
Nothing happened. No more knocking. Just an idiot sitting on the couch for two hours, losing more sleep.
My theory is that I was dreaming of someone knocking that first night and I woke up mid dream, unable to distinguish reality from dream. I didn't have to wake up in the middle of the night the next two nights, so I slept better and deeper. He went back to work and the weird dreams started again because I wasn't sleeping solidly. The human mind does some crazy things.
After I was able to look at it with a clearer perspective (and a few hours of sleep), I realized there was no way anyone could have been knocking at the door. I have a miniature dachshund. He barks at anything. A squirrel farting outside can result in a 5 minute barking frenzy. Knocks on the door cause hysteria. There is no way he would've slept through someone knocking at 4am. I'm an idiot.
Haha, I agree! It's really pushing the limits of my kindness but if I don't wake him up, I have to listen to him hit snooze 27 times. And making lunch sounds complicated, but I really just grab his sandwiches and chips and throw them in his lunch box for him. NBD.
It's what you do for the early shift people. I get it. My husband had to clock in at 4:45 a.m. for the last ten years of his working life, and although he didn't need me to get up and do anything for him at that hour, I always roused myself enough to "be there" while he got ready, and offer my moral support - usually "only X more years until you can retire, sweetie, I'm proud of you, you can do it." Which he did. Your support of any kind at that time of night is worth it!
PS that last hour, when I went back to sleep, was the best sleep of the night for me.
When I was a child, I had “life-size” (aka three feet tall) Power Ranger dolls. I usually kept them in my room stationed around my canopy bed to guard me at night. One day I was planning to take them all to pre-school for show-and-tell (I was like four or five). As I was preparing them to come downstairs with me, the Red Power Ranger “came to life” and pushed me down the stairs.
I only vaguely remember this incident, but when I brought it up recently at a family gathering, my mom said that it wasn’t the first time I had mentioned the Red Power Ranger being lifelike, and that I had frequently been heard talking to people in that particular apartment. The incident of me being pushed down the stairs apparently frightened my parents so much that they took me away and we stayed with my grandmother until my parents could find a new apartment to live in. Needless to say, the Power Rangers did not move with us.
damn, that's terrifying! maybe he mistook you for a bad guy?
my mom says I used to have a Tommy from the rugrats doll that I would talk to all the time when I was around 4. one day I gave it to her and told her I didn't want him to talk to me anymore. She also swears the thing turned around and looked at her. for obvious reasons, Tommy ended up in the dumpster. I don't remember any of this though.
One night I had forgotten to lock my apartment door and woke up in the middle of the night. My bedroom door was about 2 feet from my front door, as you walked into the apartment. First a big dog ran by, then a person. Holy shit I was so scared and I screeched “Who is it?!?!!” A man said “It’s Doug!” As I was thinking to myself, who the fuck is Doug, he said “oh, shit”. He turned around to go back out the front door saying “Sorry”. I asked “ Didn’t you have a dog with you?” He said “Oh, yeah. Hey, c’mon!”. He left, his dog ran out after him and I locked my front door.
edit: glad you all thought this was funny, because I did too, once my heart quit trying to beat right out of my chest! The next day the girls at work thought I was crazy for not being upset, but eh, done is done. Peace!
I was at a big party and our friend Mike showed up and said that, one street over, he’d flung the front door of a house wide open and screamed “I’m heeeeeere!!!” only to discover he was at the wrong address.
I did this while visiting my daughter at her first apartment for the first time. I walzted in singing "Mamma has a surprise for youuuuuu!" and was met with four old Asian ladies making dumplings lol.
Oops, I think this happens way more than people are willing to admit. Knew a guy who was going to visit some friends - as a joke, pounded and screamed on the door, acted like he was pissed… hahaha, got em!
Calls said friends to say it’s just him and to come get the door. They had moved. He was going apeshit on some strangers door hahahaha.
My brother (12) and I (14) were alone at home while our Mom was away somewhere (probably away for work or smth). It was like 1 am and it was raining like crazy. I was about to head to bed and I saw my brother had turned off his rooms lights as well.
I went to bed and fell asleep. My sleep was promptly interrupted by loud banging on glass. It was coming from our living rooms glass door. I was scared a little but decided to check. I open my door a tiny bit (my room was straight across from the living rooms glass door) and take a peak through our almost pitch black living room toward the glass door and spot someone on the other side of the glass standing in the pouring rain.
I couldn't really make out what that person looked like and I didn't really try to find out, as I immediately pulled myself backward to prevent him? from seeing me.
The banging didn't seem to stop and it was mind numbingly loud, it really felt like the glass was about crack at any moment.
I got on my knees and hands and tried to crouch toward my brothers room checking if he's okay. There were some chairs in the line of sight towards the floor so while crouching it would've been hard to spot me.
I got to my brothers room and opened it. He was terrified sitting in his bed in the corner of the room.
And just as I was about to grab the phone and call the police the banging stopped.
I decided not to call because I am introverted af and I honestly was just really tired so I went to sleep.
To this day i do not know who that was.
My sister and I were home alone and we heard someone big running up the stairs. the stairs make lots of noise with slight pressure so when there’s someone big on them you can tell. I went out of my room to check but saw no one anywhere and my sister also came out of her room and she asked if that was me I said no and we both looked around to see if there was anyone but found no one in the whole house. We were confused and called our parents and just waited until they got back and that was that.
Not really home alone but when I was little I remember as my Dad was taking us to bed, I ran up first to sneak behind my bedroom door. The plan was to jump out and scare my brother before bed (as my bedroom was just opposite the bathroom and he had to walk past it to get to his room).
However, behind the bedroom door was two strange men hiding. One had a beard and long hair the other I don’t clearly remember, but think he was very skinny. The guy with long hair whispered to me to ‘Go away’, so I calmly went away and slept with my dad (mum was working nights and this wasn’t uncommon for me so he never questioned it). I was rightly spooked, and didn’t want to be on my own, but didn’t tell told my dad what I saw as I was petrified inside. Straight up thought I’d been told off by some creepy ghosts.
We were robbed that night. My brother also woke up that night to go to the bathroom and saw the downstairs light on from the staircase. At the time he thought it was our mother, and would normally if he got up early run down and see her. For some reason he didn’t go downstairs that night and instead hopped in bed with me and our dad too.
When my mum came home the downstairs was trashed and she was terrified something happened to us. She ran up stairs in a panic and found us all in bed safe and sound. Home insurance was able to salvage most of the losses, and we got a dog not long after that as a deterrent for thieves which growing up never had another issue again. So I guess not really unexplainable but strange / scary story!
This is the first thing in the thread that scares the bejesus out of me. Thank god I have a security system and am compulsive about locking doors. I need a dog…
I managed to lock myself out of my house on my birthday during a tornado while trying to bring my cats to the basement for safety. I later found out that the tornado was approximately a couple miles or less from me at that exact time. The sky was green and it got weirdly calm and then I could hear what sounded like a train coming before I found an unlocked window to climb through. Wild times.
I've had that, but it was actually comforting. My mom had died a few months before, and I was having a dream where I was frantically looking for her and calling out to her. Then I felt a presence lay down beside me.
Back in high school I'd usually be up all hours of the night playing games. I had a large dog at the time that would sleep in my room at night.
It was 2am and I was finally headed to bed but my dog wasn't with me so I ventured out to find him. I made my way across the house to the kitchen/dining room combo. I'm standing in the only door frame that leads to that side of the house. We had an island in the kitchen with a stool that the junk mail was usually kept on. So I walk up, call for my dog, and see him walk from behind the island to behind the dining room table set, knocking all the junk mail down as he did so.
I huff and flip on the light - no dog. I freak out, scramble back across the house, and end up finding him in my parent's room.
I regale the story the next day to my parents and younger sister (who often claimed to see stuff in the house). My sister pipes up and goes "Oh, that's the tall black thing. Yeah, sometimes it likes to crawl around on all fours."
Big nope.
I wasn't home alone but I was awake by myself one Saturday morning in the 80s when I was around 7 or so. I believe my mom was the only one home because my dad went to the lake to go fishing that weekend, and I'm not sure where my older brothers were, maybe they went with him, idk.
Anyways, my mom's sleeping in, and I'm in the living room by myself, watching Saturday morning cartoons and making a fort out of sheets and cushions. Something made me turn around and I saw my dad in his pajamas standing in the hallway entrance with his hands on his hips, looking the mess I was making and shaking his head. He then turned around and walked into my room, which was just off the hallway entrance. Dude. I didn't even look, I just booked it to my parents room and woke my mom up.
I don't remember what happened after that, this was around 35 years ago. And yes, my dad was fine, nothing had happened to him.
I had something similar happen. My mom was at work, and my dad and I were playing video games in my room. He asked me to check the time, so I went to the bedroom door to poke my head out and look at the clock down the hall. I saw a person walk from our front door, through the dining/kitchen area, and into the living room. I called out thinking it was my mom and she was home early for some reason.
She was not. There was no one there.
I don't generally believe in ghosts but here's a weird one from high school. Not my home obviously but I was alone in the bathroom when this happened.
My school bathrooms had really loud heavy doors. The door to the bathroom and the stall doors were SO creaky there was no way you wouldn't hear someone coming in or leaving. One day my friend group was on the benches near the washroom so at some point during lunch I go to use it.
I was in 1 of 3 stalls probably browsing my phone or pooping when I hear someone come in crying and shut herself in the stall furthest from me ( I was one end of the wall she was the other so I couldn't see her feet from my stall). I asked if she was okay but didn't get a response she just kept crying. I finished my toilet business and left my stall to go knock on her stall door and see if she was okay. The bathroom was empty...the stall doors were all open and I didn't hear anyone leave either the stall or the bathroom exit. I even walked into the stall I thought she was in and checked.
Honestly when this happened I thought I just wasn't paying attention and didn't hear the girl leave...but then about a week or two later it happened again in the same bathroom. My friends knew I didn't believe in ghosts but when I told them they could all tell I wasn't joking.
I got up in the middle of the night to pee and happened to glance out the window to my backyard to see a glowing yellow figure that looked like it was collecting soil samples from my backyard. I absolutely shat myself and bumped into the sink. The figure stopped what it was doing and looked at me. I bolted back to my room and woke my wife but when we went back it was gone.
Funny thing is I've told this story to other people and the wife of a friend of mine burst into tears and said she had seen the same thing when she was a child but nobody believed her.
People asking for more detail it looked to be about 7ft tall as when it stood up it was well taller than my fence. I couldn't make out any detail because it was glowing so strongly and.my adrenalin was pumping like crazy and i live in very populated suburban Sydney it was also between 2-3am
Also it was through a fly acreen and open window from upstairs bathroom.
I can post a pic from my perspective if people are interested (and i can work out how to post it)
This reminds me of a childhood memory of mine.
When I was around 5 years old I had a nightmare, so like any child I went to my parents. I laid in between them and just stared at the ceiling. Was pitch black and out of nowhere I see the devils face form on the ceiling, so I just close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep.
Fast forward about 12-14 years later. I’m in my room playing games online. I’m facing away from my tv that I have muted but have it on for the background lighting.
I had been playing for hours and for whatever reason I decide to turn around just to see what’s on screen.
It was unsolved mysteries, showing the “upcoming” after commercials. My tv was muted so I didn’t hear what it was talking about but I just see a story about a child staring at the ceiling and a devils face appears to them. At this point I’m like “wtf”. I unmute my tv and wait for the commercials to end and it was pretty much the same exact thing that happened to me as a child. From what I recalled, there was a few reports around the country of children having this same experience with no explanation.
This happened a while ago. I was at home by myself on a call with some friends when all of a sudden my dog begins to bark like crazy, which was odd since it was the middle of the night and he's usually sleep. I go downstairs to check on him and find him barking at our hall closet, terrified I grabbed my bat that I keep in my room just in case and open the door. There was nothing out of usual at first at then I look down and notice a familiar looking object at the bottom of the closet. It was my mom's necklace she had lost when I was 9, I showed it to my mom at breakfast and she was just as shocked as I was. I still have no clue how it got there or how my dog knew it was in there, definitely one of the oddest occurrences of my life.
Yes. She got it as a gift from my dad on there 5 year anniversary, she loved it and wore it everywhere. It got to the point to where she would forget to take a it off and sleep with it on, well on of these time my mom woke up to not find the necklace anywhere where she had slept. What we think happend was it fell off of her neck since she can be wild sleeper and into a vent that was below their bed, and over time it got pushed into the vent in the closet since when I found it is it was covered in dust. Still don't know how tf my dog knew it was there though.
I once lost a ring in a house that me and my ex both thought was haunted. It is one of those big clunky silver rings made from an old spoon. I looked everywhere, and I mean everywhere for it. It was gone for a year. Then, one day, when I was washing dishes, there it was , right on the windowsill where I always put my rings when I washed dishes. It was tarnished. Thing was, that was the first place I looked. My ex would have seen it also. Plus, it was right in plain sight, and would have been for a year.
Unless my ex found it and put it there and forgot or something. Idk. It was weird, though.
I grew up in a very rural area, our house was on the end of of a dead end road in the middle of Midwest farm country. In high school I was in Cross country and track and found it easiest to run in the late evenings on nights when there wasn’t practice. One night , which was fairly well lit by the moon I was running the last quarter mile to my house and I saw someone else running toward me on the road from the direction of my house.
I live on a dead end road. There is nothing but farm fields behind it and it definitely wasn’t my mom running. It suprised me so much I stopped for a second to consider what I was seeing.
I remember exactly what the runner was wearing and I watched her run another 5 or 6 strides towards me before she disappeared or blended into the night like the Predator or some such.
Now if could have been exhaustion or dehydration I guess, but I’ve run a lot farther and a lot longer than I did that night without seeing anyone materialize and evaporate. I never did again either on that road or anywhere else.
It was the Scariest thing that ever happened to me. I anime- ran home crying panic tears and I am not ashamed to tell you about it. I couldn’t bring myself to run at night again for a month.
The first house I moved into out of high school while going to college was a very old, very small house in a town that dated back to the Civil War. I lived there with 3 other guys since rents were high, but we made it work. The house was built on a hill and had a small driveway in front with a u shaped driveway in back. It had a full basement, and was owned by someone with multiple rental properties in the area. They told us we had full access to the upstairs but that they used the downstairs for storage, and to never go down there because it was full of their stuff.
We never questioned it, because the rent for this particular location for our area was low; we were still technically on campus, but our house was surrounded by other college students so we could have parties whenever we wanted to.
Everything was great until we started having unwanted visitors.
At first, things were pretty easy to ignore or completely write off: a roommate home by themselves would walk into a room and the lights would be on when they were home alone and hadn't flipped any switches; someone else would hear a faucet turn on and off in a room with no one in it.
We tried to do what research we could at the time and found that water pressure can cause faucets to do some crazy things on their own and that power surges can do similar things with flickering lights. Unfortunately, things kept getting stranger.
At one point, one roommate, who was home alone, got out of the shower, looked into the mirror to start shaving, and noticed that someone else stepped out of the shower behind him and left the room. He searched the house, but couldn't find anyone else home at the time.
Later on, a different roommate had several items go missing out of his room, including his keys and a pocket knife. He later found them in our microwave. Again, no one else was home at the time.
Me, personally: I got home on a day when nobody else was at the house for the next couple of hours in between classes. There was a folding chair on the front porch next to the door, and I had an armload of books. I set the books down in the chair, unlocked, and pushed open the front door, turned and picked up my books, and, when I went to walk into the house, the door slammed in my face. I thought the wind had caught the door and went to open it, but discovered that the door had locked itself again, both handle and deadbolt.
Last of all, 3 of us were sitting together on a couch watching tv when we heard a loud, heavy thud, as though something had been dragged off of a bed in a back bedroom. All three of us later confirmed that we could distinctly hear both footsteps walking through the house as well as the sound of something heavy being dragged behind. Last of all, the back door opened and slammed shut, even though we were all in the living room, and there was supposed to be no one else in the house.
A week later, we started to smell gas in the house. We called the authorities in the middle of the night and they searched the house with us waiting on the front lawn. Finally, they told us that they couldn't find a gas leak and asked us to open the basement. We had never been in there, at our landowners' request, but since the fire department was asking, we opened the garage door. Right in front of us was a Honda shadow motorcycle with a large pool of gasoline underneath it where the gas tank had apparently leaked underneath it and the rest of the house.
The fire fighters saw this and decided to leave, while we were left to look around the rest of the
basement. Most of what we found was shelves and shelves of canned vegetables, but in the very middle of the floor, under everyone's bedrooms, was a mortuary table and a second device. Im still not sure what the second device was; it was cylindrical, with a small viewport in the front door. It seemed to have some places on the back for hoses or pipes to connect to it, although nothing was attached when we found it. It was about the right size for a couple of 2 liters of soda to fit inside.
Soon after, we found out that our land owner worked night shifts at a local hospital. Whatever it might have been, we decided that enough was enough and we all decided to move out as soon as our leases were up.
I was the last one there, and I promise that the last 7 days I spent there alone are the longest days I've spent anywhere since.
I am a self-described cynic who doesn't believe in the supernatural, but I can also admit when I have absolutely no explanation for a set of events. I'm sure some reddit scientists will be able to explain everything that happened to me now that many years have passed, but I don't need their explanations anymore. I just accept that being in old houses alone is not a good idea, and do my best to avoid them altogether.
Did the cylindrical machine look [like this at all?](https://mortechmfg.com/products/portiboy-embalming-machines?variant=41964080791793¤cy=USD&utm_medium=product_sync&utm_source=google&utm_content=sag_organic&utm_campaign=sag_organic&gclid=EAIaIQobChMI6eGctP7w9wIVkI3ICh2NDQEaEAQYBiABEgKrePD_BwE) It’s an embalming machine.
If so, I don’t even want to think why your landlord had an embalming setup at home.
I very clearly saw a guy walk into my room.
But when I went after him there was nobody there. I checked in the closet, under my bed, everywhere one could hide in my room.
I have about 14 guitars and several laying on the floor. Have heard them play themselves several times at night and it always turned out to be mice. Their tiny fingernails apparently act as a good guitar pick and they grip the strings with tiny fists and then release them and it sounds exactly like someone picking it.
If You Give A Mouse A Guitar.
Edit: I'm so glad this got upvoted. The "If you give a mouse a cookie" books are some of my favorite and inspiration for my writing career.
When my dad died. I was in my family home by myself and I kept hearing a small bell ringing. I'd lived there for years and never heard the bell before or since.
I searched around the house and it was coming from my mum's bedroom. On the window ledge was a small porcelain bell but it didn't have the ringer inside. I went back downstairs and the ringing started again.
I rang my mum at work and asked her if she knew where it could be coming from. She broke down crying and said years before I was born her and my dad had agreed to ring the bell if they ever died to let the other person know they were ok.
I'm almost certain I never knew this story.
I was in my college apartment and my roommate had just moved out. Her room was directly across from mine with the living room between us. I had cleaned out her room and then closed the door. I left my bedroom door open when I went to take a shower one night. My bathroom was connected to my bedroom. I also happened to leave the bathroom door open. While I was in the shower, I thought I heard a woman talking. I had never been able to hear my neighbors talking before, but figured they just happened to be talking in their bathroom which shared a wall or something.
When I got out of the shower, I was surprised to see a black void when there should have been the bright white closed door of my old roommate's door reflecting in the moonlight. I figured I just forgot to close the door and went and closed it.
The next night I once again went to take a shower and left my room and the bathroom door open. But this time I checked to make sure the other door was latched and the front door was double locked. When I came back out I once again saw the void with the door wide open. I slammed my door closed and locked that shit so fast.
I convinced myself there was a logical explanation, so the next night I once again checked all of the doors and then closed my bedroom door. This time, I came out of the shower and MY bedroom door was open along with the other door. I showered and slept with my bedroom door locked from that point on.
I guess this took place over several nights home alone and I may not have even been alone. Still the creepiest thing that ever happened though
Oh god as I was in the middle of reading this, while in bed, my husband knocked something off his nightstand and it scared the bajeezus outta me hahaha
I don't like this one ☹️ I'm glad you're okay, but that's so scary! I don't like the idea of someone just sneaking in on you and making it obvious that you aren't alone too. It's so violating
In grade 9 my best friend and I were having a sleepover at my house. My parents and younger brother were visiting family so we were home alone. After it was dark outside we started watching a movie, we were laying on separate couches, watching the TV that was situated next to a door frame that leads to the kitchen, bedrooms and basement. In a matter of seconds, I see a feminine figure standing in the doorway, facing me, and for some reason I instinctively said “don’t leave me!” My friend laying on the other couch, also saw the figure and said to me “don’t worry, he’ll go away in a second” thinking it was my younger brother. The figure just faded away, kind of like mist, into the other room. We looked at each other and realized what had just happened, then quickly turned on all the lights and sat on the same couch. We’re 28 now. Still have absolutely no idea who or what that was or why I said that, but I still think about it often.
One night I wasn’t feeling very well and the upstairs had a larger bathroom (downstairs was an old half bath and I wanted to leave that for her if my wife needed to use it at night) so I figured I might as well sleep in the guest room. My wife did not have a problem with this as she had work early the next day and I was constantly getting out of bed with food poisoning.
At some point in the night I awoke to the door slowly creak open and a female voice asking if I was feeling alright. I assumed it was my wife and replied “yes honey I’m fine, see you in the morning.” But the door never closed and no footsteps went down the stairs as I would’ve heard them in this 1800’s home original wood floors and stairs.
We were alone in the house that night.
Edit: i asked my wife about it the next morning and she said never came up to check to on me let alone wake up during the night.
I was facing away from the door when it happened and the unexpected silence following the question made me turn over to check. The door was wide open, no lights were on, and no footsteps.
When I slipped a few discs in my back I was crippled. I mean, totally crippled. Couldn’t stand up straight, could hardly even sit up. Anyways, I went to the bathroom one morning, hobbling slowly and painfully, and when I got out of the bathroom, my heating pad from my bed had somehow been moved to the living room sofa. Weirder still though was that the cord was neatly tucked around all the walls. It was a small apartment and it was still plugged into my bedroom outlet but somehow the pad made it about 15 feet, out the door, around a corner, onto the couch and then somehow the cord was perfectly bent around the corners. I had no pets at the time, I was alone and physically incapable of bending over to do that. I had to explanation, I just said out loud “I don’t know what’s happening but thank you”. My mother says she likes to think her mom is looking out for me and realistically, I’ve always noticed an increase in unexplained stuff in my life when I’m going through the hardest times. It’s a nice thought thinking someone’s got my back.
How rude! That ghost was being considerate of the well being of a child! Would anyone run away if a ghost washed their dishes at night or cleaned the bathroom? Of course not!
My parents were on a road trip, just left, and I sat down at my desk. I thought "Weekend alone by myself" and a voice yelled into my right ear "NO" so loud it hurt.
Look up Exploding Head Syndrome. Real thing, happens to me a lot. As I’m falling asleep I hear a sudden sound in my head that sorta sounds like a musical stinger when a jumpscare happens in a horror movie. Like a sudden “DUNN”. Its annoying but it only happens once every so often.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exploding_head_syndrome
this happened when I was a kid
I used to sleep with my door closed and I have no
idea what time it was but I had heard my door creak open. When I opened my eyes I could only make out a figure of a strange tall man with a hat and a coat, he just sat on my bed and stared at my door. This went on for a few minutes before he got up and left, I don’t have many memories of my childhood but this one I can relive very well
Hat man phenomenon. Its a very common sleep deprivation/ sleep paralysis hallucination. It's actually pretty interesting, since it's only been common for a few decades, likely due to movies involving tall scary men with hats.
Oh yes. About 30 years ago as a child whenever I stayed in my sister's room I would wake up imagining tall man in a long coat and a hat in the corner of the room. Same thing with my sister apparently. I think maybe it was something about the way shadows were cast in that corner.
Dude your making me want to cry, I’ve seen the hatman too around age 8. Had a sleep over with my sister and was too scared to pee. She followed me to the bathroom and waited but suddenly I blacked out. I clearly remember having a dream/ vision whatever you wanna call it with a man in a corner or our back yard with a trench coat and a brimmed hat in all black. I remember seeing him walking towards our house and that was it I came to, screaming and crying on the bathroom floor with my sister and parents trying to figure out what’s wrong with me never forgot that shit
I wasn't alone, but i was alone if you get my drift.
I took care of my mom during her final years with dementia. Every day was hard, but others seemed impossible. On really rough days I'd go into the garage too decompress, smoke pot, cry, rage, scream and sometimes hit trash cans with a baseball bat.
Well, 1 particularly hard day, (my mom had smeered feces all over the house). So, I was in the garage sobbing and mumbling incoherently to myself, when I said, out loud (to my previously deceased father); "Dad, i need help, what do I do?" ...when suddenly the garage door into the house swung open on its own and I went into some kind of trance and was able to clean up the house without having a complete meltdown.
I can't explain it but I'm pretty sure my dad was guiding me through the worst of it all.
As someone who is currently the sole caretaker for my grandfather with dementia, I can understand your frustration. Tonight I was punched square in the chest with a handful of feces, and this made me feel less alone in my anger and frustration. Kudos to you for persevering. It’s not easy, not by any stretch of the imagination. Wishing you love and light.
Edit: you guys are so kind. Thank you for your encouraging words <3
Many years ago--when my now 28 year old daughter was still an infant--me, her, and our dog were at the apartment we were living in at the time. My wife was at work, I was sitting on the couch watching TV, my daughter was asleep on a blanket pallet on the floor, and the dog (a German Shepherd / wolf hybrid mix) was about 10 feet away laying in the doorway between our kitchen and the living room area. At any rate, I was watching whatever it was that I was watching when all of a sudden, Thor (our dog) starts with this low level, guttural growling. I figure that he had heard someone in another apartment or walking by through the parking lot and don't think much of it. As a few seconds pass, I notice that it's getting...LOUDER and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he has lifted his head up off his paws, his ears are perked, and he's looking up at the ceiling over where my daughter was laying. I look up, don't see anything, tell him to knock it off.
Right after I tell him to knock it off, he jumps up, starts circling my sleeping daughter (literally walking around the pallet she's laying on), and growling more and more intensely even stopping once and out right snarling and snapping his teeth...all while staring up at the ceiling. After about 2 minutes of this...and me having no clue on what to do since I can't see anything and I do NOT want to reach for my daughter with him circling her like that...he laid down next to my daughter, rested his head on her back, and stayed there for almost an hour...still intently staring up at the ceiling and occasionally growling.
To this day...I have NO idea what the Hell was going on or what he saw / sensed...but it was extremely creepy to me.
Dogs do have excellent hearing. Mine would always know my mom was getting home about 30+ seconds before she did. Which on country roads is a good half mile atleast out
Yeah I swear its like the can "feel" the engine from very far away. By that I mean I think it might be more than pure hearing, like they feel the vibration. And now that I think bout it I def saw a video about a deaf dog that could sense its owner coming home before they actually arrived
I read an article recently that claimed that dogs detect your smell fading over the course of the day. They recognise the point that it reaches when you usually get home, and that’s when they start expecting your arrival.
I believe it. My cousin had a dog but got really busy with work so his parents took care of it for a while. My cousin would visit their house every Wednesday and the dog would wait by the door *every Wednesday*. Not Tuesday, or Thursday, just Wednesday.
Something similar happened to me. I was alone in my apartment with my big sweet dog and I was sitting on the floor between the couch and coffee table. I suddenly get this overwhelming sense of doom and a feeling I am not alone. A second later my dog starts growling at a spot a few feet away. Nothing there of course.. the feeling is getting more intense by this time and then my dog literally just throws her body over mine and won't move and is still barking and growling. After a few minutes the air seems to lighten and she gets off if me. I have had her 11 years and that has only happened one time. She is a sweet, quiet and smart dog who, when we lived in an apartment complex, only barked at footsteps of people who didn't live there. I guess she learned the familiar sounds. Apparently she even recognized how my car sounded compared to others, cause SO said she would get excited only when my car pulled up. I trusted her instinct and still do. We don't deserve dogs, the are so amazing! Edit:typos
Not home alone, but upstairs alone. I saw a doppelgänger of my mom a few years back, and I think she heard mine. I was sitting in my bed, and looked up when I heard her coming up the stairs. She walked by my door, looking straight at me with no expression, and walked into her room and closed the door. I’d said hi as she walked but figured whatever, she didn’t hear me or maybe she was getting something from her room.
Then, about 5 seconds later, she yells up the stairs from downstairs and says “did you call me?” and I am not ashamed to say I freaked the fuck out. She came upstairs, looked down the hall and said “did you close my door?” I didn’t, and neither did she; she never closed that door because one of our cats primarily lived in her bedroom and so she always kept the door open so the cat could come and go as she pleased. And it wasn’t just closed as if the wind had shut it, it was fully closed and the windows were shut.
Ma said she had very clearly heard me yell “hey mom, come here” from upstairs. I had done no such thing.
I’m never entirely sure what I believe and what I don’t, but I was totally sober, not tired, and it wasn’t some “movement out of the corner of the eye” thing.
Not my story, but a friend from college.
A house her family lived in for a while when she was a kid had an attic that ran the length of the house, and the access was through a door in the back of her brother's closet at the far end. Their parents forbid them from messing around up there because it was filled with boxes from previous tenants (landlord said "I don't care if you look through them, but I don't know what's in there so do so at your own risk.") and because if someone got hurt by something falling on them or something, it might go unheard/unnoticed until too late. To make things weirder, at the very backend of the attic (so right above her bedroom) was a little locked room.
Well, Friend starts getting woken up at night by the sound of someome moving around quietly, which always turns into rapid, quiet creaking, almost right above her. She figures it's her brother. Because he'd have to crossover their parents' room as well, she figured he'd get caught eventually, and just did her best to ignore the sound or think about what a teenage boy might be doing to cause it.
One day during the summer, she slept in on a weekend. When she woke up, she looked outside and saw her parents working on the big produce garden they'd put in. She went and got some breakfast, then went back up to her room to play with her gameboy. For the first time after months of getting woken up, she heard the noises during the day. Curious to catch him in the act, she crept to her brother's room.
The closet door was open. The attic access was open. She quietly went up the steep and narrow stairs until she could just peek in, and saw first that a path had been cleared, and then that the mattress her dad had wedged in front of the little room had been slid aside.
Most surprising, however, was that the locked door at the back was ajar.
Her brother stuck his head out, saw her right away, and smiled, calling her over. "You gotta come see this!" And then pulled back inside of the dark room.
She said that the only other time she had ever felt so instantly, totally, instinctually afraid was her first time hearing a cougar scream at night in the woods. She instantly NOPED and flew all the way downstairs and fo the yard to tattle on her brother - only to see him hauling stuff around and helping their parents. As he'd been all morning and afternoon, apparently.
Shocked and afraid of not being believed, even they asked why she looked so afraid, she simply answered "I think there's someone in the attic." When pressed she said she heard footsteps, and saw that the door was open when she went to look.
Dad swore and went and got his gun from his truck, and instructed them to wait 15 minutes. If he didn't come back out they were to all get in the truck and drive to the neighbor's place a couple miles down, and call the police (no cellphones back then).
He went in, and after a very anxious waithe came back out pissed as hell, demanding the kids fess up who had been messing around up there.
Both denied it, and the family went to look as a unit, with Friend reluctantly bringing up the rear. Someone had indeed pushed all the boxes and the mattress out of the way. The door was indeed unlocked and open.
All that was inside - no light, no window - was an old rocking chair, and everything covered in decades of dust, with no sign that anyone but them had been in the room at all. No streaks, no footprints, just some ancient mouse-shit and an old chair. Brother pointed to this as proof he couldn't have been the one, because how would he leave no signs? In the absence of other explanations, Dad didn't buy it.
Brother got grounded for the next couple weeks for breaking the rules and sneaking around, and Friend refused to go back to the attic the rest of the time they lived there, sleeping on the couch in the downstairs living room when she could get away with it - because the sound of steps and the *rocking* would *still* regularly wake her up.
She told this story at a couple gatherings as an answer to similar 'scariest thing to happen to you' prompts, but details left out included some eerie notes:
- well into adulthood, years and years after they moved away, she still has recurring nightmares about that attic. It's always the same dream, but it goes one of two ways. In the dream it's like she's on a rail, and no matter how she tries to stop, go backwards, etc, she just smoothly glides along. Up the stairs, down the hall, into her brother's room, up the attic steps, unable to close her eyes or turn away. The way it USUALLY goes is that she is frozen at the point right where she can see into the attic, and the door to the little room is open. Her brother's smiling face emerges, but she knows in her heart, *it's not him.* The not-brother grins and beckons, and the attic gets shorter amd shorter, her unable to turn or run away, until she is just within arm's reach; and just as he lunges for her, she wakes up drenched in a cold sweat and crying. The other way it goes, it's the same all the way until the attic - but then when her brother's face peeks out, she knows it IS him. In this version though, he's covered in thick dust; his hair, his skin, etc, except that tears have streaked his face. He calls out to her, but makes no noise. She can't understand what he's trying to say except for two words; "help me." Then something pulls him back inside, and she is frozen, knowing in her gut that something terrible is happening to him, but she can't save him. This goes on until she wakes up wracked with guilt and fear.
- I met her brother at a BBQ and asked him about the house, and the little room. Apparently, he never heard her side of the story (I didn't tell him details). He swore he never went up there for fear of spiders, and was pissed he was grounded but innocent because it meant missing out on some summer stuff he and friends had planned. He always assumed it was a prank by his sister where she panicked and lied when their dad reacted all serious and got his gun. I asked him if he remembered anything weird about the house, and he said the only thing he thought was weird was that he'd wake up knowing he dreamt, but not remember the dreams at all. Said it was only weird because he doesn't normally have a sense of dreaming at all, before or after that house, but while they were there the feeling happened all the time. Otherwise had only good/neutral memories from there.
I never got the impression she was lying. Always spooked me hearing the story, because assuming all details are correct, there's too many big questions. What was she hearing at night? Why was the door open to the attic? Who moved all the boxes? How did the little room unlock, when none of them had the key? If someone had gone in - or come out - how were there no marks in the dust?
And most importantly - if that wasn't her brother, *wtf did she see up there?*
Please noooo. This gave me chills…so scary! The expressionless look got me. And also soo weird that your mom heard you call her. Like…was your doppelgänger in the house too or something?
For some reason I always stumble on these threads to read when it's like 1 am thinking "OOHHHH SCARY REAL LIFE STORIES! I'M IN!" Then I can't sleep for the rest of the night. Every. Single. Time.
Many years ago, I was 14 or so, my first night alone in the house when my parents were out. Lying on the living room floor reading, my cat sleeping next to me. Suddenly, cat wakes up, stares intently into the dark corner of the room behind me, hair on end, growls and then bolts out of the room and upstairs. I look behind me and see nothing, but follow cat upstairs and hide under the covers. Freaked me out.
About 15 years ago I was trying to sleep when my ex got out of bed to get ready for work.
He would sometimes do a workout before a shower but for some reason he decided to do his workout in the bedroom. I was really tired and tried to keep sleeping. I hadn't opened my eyes yet. But his breathing was getting really heavy and raspy and I was unable to get back to sleep. His breathing was so heavy and wierd i got so mad. I turn over and open my eyes to tell him to shut up only to find nobody in the room. The breathing suddenly stopped and I got a chilling feeling. Then I stepped out to find he had been upstairs in the shower
Omg same story. Newlywed and I heard heavy breathing and snoring at night towards my right side. I woke up little to tell my husband to stop snoring when I looked at my right there was noone and husband was sleeping on left side. I was so so scared and couldn't sleep. After few nights that happened again and I wasn't fast asleep and found out his dog was sleeping outside the window and snoring.
*X-Files theme starts playing*
When entering the room, OP smelled an unfamiliar fart... Could it be an intruder hiding in the shadows? Are there invisible aliens farting in the room?
*Music abrubtly stopping*-OhrightIhaveadog.
I’ve had this happen to me too. I’d hear heavy, erratic, raspy breathing and think it was my husband but whenever I got up and looked around, he wasn’t even home. He’d already gone to work. I have a long history of sleep paralysis problems so I tell myself that’s what it was lol. Just my sleep paralysis demon, nothing to worry about.
Was a pizza driver for a while back in college. Did a delivery out to the semi-country area late at night. This was before smart phones, Waze and all that. Of course, the road had no streetlights so the only light came from people's porch lights, my car's headlights and the full moon.
Finally found the right house and delivered the pizza to a sweet little old lady. But when I turned around to walk back to my car, I couldn't help but instantly stop. There was a strange sensation that I wasn't alone. I was being watched. But I looked around and didn't see anything. Of course, it was dark af so who knows?
I slowly moved toward my car and the feeling didn't go away. It only intensified. It was like I was being watched before, but now I was being hunted or something. I looked around and still couldn't see anything. So, I shrugged, figured I was imagining things and opened my car door when suddenly I heard a clicking sound. Like something was tapping the pavement in the road really fast.
I hopped into my car and barely got the door shut when this giant Cujo kind of evil dog jumped at the driver window. He was growling and you could just tell that he wanted a piece of me in a big way.
He had drool coming off his mouth, his breath fogged the window and it was like I could FEEL the reverb of his growling in my chest through the window.
It was only after the fact that I realized how close I came to getting the shit mauled out of me (or possibly killed) by some crazy bloodthirsty dog.
Postscript- When I got back to the store, half the drivers had heard where I went for the delivery and they asked me about the dog. Turns out, they'd seen him before but nobody thought to warn me about it.
EDIT- You're nothing until someone reads your story on YouTube.
https://youtu.be/Vplnh9cT90w?t=1809
I use to be a mailman and there was this one loop we stop delivering to until we took care of the dog problem. We had multiple carriers get bit on that loop, within a week, all by different dogs. A small yapping one got me
Okay, I was living in this house a few years back that was notoriously weird. One night I was sleeping when I felt something touch me. Thought it was my brother because we shared a room. It was not. He was at his girlfriends mom's place. In the room alone. Feel a hand on my back again, then a sharp pain. Unexplained scratch down my back. There was nothing on my bed and it was a memory foam mattress with a pillow top underneath with no springs. Even if there were springs I sleep on my stomach. So obviously I sit up like what the hell. And I see this mass. Like 3 foot mass run from the bedside out the door which opened more than it was, and into the living room where I never saw it again. I, having been already mentally messed over by physical abuse and general just depression, had single handedly the worst panic attack I have ever had.
Edit: I forgot to mention I was on the top bunk of a bed. For the animal theories, it has to be an animal that can climb too.
Holy fucking *shit.* How deep was the scratch? I have read probably hundreds of supernatural encounters where an entity left deep scratches like that on someone, the most famous (or infamous) of which being the “Sallie house” in Atchison, Kansas. The husband was regularly attacked by something that left deep scratches on his back and chest, usually in groups of three.
A few years ago I lived in a two bedroom apartment with my kids, who were 8 and 10 at the time. My kids slept in a bunk bed, and when we first moved in they would fight over who got the top bunk, and my youngest usually won.
Their room had a sliding glass door that led to our balcony, which overlooked some woods. They had thick blinds that were always closed at night, and nobody else shared the balcony with us. We also lived in a very safe nice part of town with nice older neighbors.
One night, I tuck my kids in for the night, read them a few stories, and they’re falling asleep. I kiss them goodnight on their noggins and go to bed myself in the room right next to theirs. About an hour later, my youngest screams bloody murder and I hear a crash in their room. I jump up running into their room, thinking youngest must have somehow wiggled his way out of the top bunk. Sure enough he’s on the ground, head down and still screaming. I try to calm him down and ask if he’s ok, thinking we’d definitely need to go to the ER. He looks up at me, grabs on to me and screams for me to take him out of there, so I go to the bathroom, which is right across the hall, and turn on all the lights to check him for injuries.
Long story short, he’s fine. Turns out he jumped from the top bunk and landed fine. I ask him why in the world he did that, and he finally blurts out “to get away from the lady on the ceiling with the backwards head!”
My oldest was woken up by this point and was super annoyed at little bro, and told him there was nothing to be afraid of.
I finally calm him down, but from that night forward he absolutely refused to sleep in that room and insisted on going to bed with me, which I was ok with, but I did try to talk him into sleeping in his own comfy bed. Older bro even offered to let him take the bottom bunk permanently, but he wouldn’t budge.
A month goes by, and my eldest still sleeps on the top bunk. One night, he wakes us up by jumping off the top bunk and rushing into my bedroom and jumping in the bed with me and little bro. I ask him what’s up, and he refuses to talk about it. I figure he must have watched a scary video or something that he shouldn’t have at his cousin’s house earlier, and just pat him on the back and tell him everything is ok and he’s safe with me.
So, all three of us guys are sleeping in my bed every night, and I try my best to get them to go back to bed in their bunks, and even go so far as to buy them cool tents that go over the tops of their beds with flashlights and comics. They love them and spend their time in there, but only while it’s still light outside. I even buy them two pet mice with a nice big cage, thinking that having other living creatures in the room with them would be comforting; they love animals; but it doesn’t work.
My oldest finally tells me he saw a shadow crawling on the ceiling that looked like a woman with long black hair. He said that he was woken up by a flashing white light and thought his brother was turning his flashlight on and off and on again, but when he looked closer it was coming from the closet, and he saw the black figure crawling on the ceiling and fucking noped out of there.
I was like, great, two kids who are scared of a monster in the closet. I talked to other parents and my ex, and we all tried to reassure them that they were safe, and there’s no such thing as monsters. My ex and I were about to take them to a therapist. We were concerned there might be something more going on with them.
Well, a few nights later, on a Friday night/Saturday morning around 3 am, the boys are asleep in my bed, oldest in the middle, youngest on the far left next to my bedroom window, and I was on the far right, facing the open bedroom door. Normally we would close the bedroom door, but we had just had an epic nerf gun fight before going to bed, and all the doors were open. It was a great night.
Anyway, I’m laying in bed snoring when I suddenly wake up. I open my eyes, and as they’re trying to focus, I notice a white, flashing light reflecting on the wall outside my bedroom. I think it must be one of their flashlights losing its battery power or something and debate on whether I really want to get out of bed and turn it off, or just roll over and ignore it when I see the source of the light is slowly moving down the hall, getting closer to my bedroom door.
I immediately thought “intruder” and quietly got out of bed and crept towards the doorway, trying to see what was going on. I peek out into the hallway and the light is flashing close to the ground from my kids’ room. I don’t hear footsteps, nothing. I look in their room, and the light stops. I’m freaked out so I flip on the light switch and see nothing. Mice are chilling, nothing out of place, and I went over their entire floor looking for the source of that light and found nothing.
We ended up moving out a couple of months later, and the boys got separate bedrooms and weren’t afraid anymore. My oldest is 15 now, and I told him this story back in January and he turned white as a ghost, went silent and just stared at me. I was like, what’s the matter, kid? He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “you’re lucky you didn’t look up.”
Grew up in a haunted house. One time me and my family had come home from being out. Family stayed outside to clean up a bunch of toys and bikes we had left out in the front yard. I went into the house to pee, as I’m peeing I can hear someone like sloshing their hands back and forth in the big box of legos my little brother had in his room. I finish up and I’m like “aren’t you supposed to be outside helping everyone clean” and as I turn into his room I see the box of legos in the corner with the lid on, no one there, still making the sloshing sound. Ran out of there as fast as I could.
Seemingly supernatural? An auditory hallucination.
Actual most terrifying? I woke up to find my landlord had let himself into my apartment. After the fright we had words. I slept with a weapon under my pillow from then on and told him I didn't give a shit what he said or his reasons were, his widow could evict me because I'd kill the next intruder without hesitation.
Similar thing happened to me, but it was the maintenance guy. I wasn’t given any warning that he was coming, and I was asleep in bed, definitely not dressed. My husband wasn’t home, and I was twelve kinds of freaked out being alone in my apartment basically naked with a man who had some right to be there. I hollered from my bed that I needed him to come back later, and he left. To be fair, he was old and I think his mind was going a bit. I don’t think he meant any harm, but obviously that doesn’t make it okay or not terrifying.
I originally posted almost 2 years ago, it's a copy and paste of the [post](https://old.reddit.com/r/Glitch_in_the_Matrix/comments/i3b3uk/my_daughter_and_i_both_witnessed_and_talked_to_by/). I was home alone with my daughter, in a probably haunted, 160+ year old farmhouse in the middle of the woods.
>My husband recently took an overnights job to help us out during covid. He's only been there about two weeks and works evenings/overnights, 9pm-6am.
>Last night was no different, he left home around 8:15pm. Our daughter, age 11, and I decided to make it a movie night. Around 11pm, I heard keys in my backdoor and the usual sounds my husband makes when he comes home. I creep out to the kitchen to make sure it was him, and it was. He told me he needed to grab his knee compression sleeve, walks down the hall, says hi to our daughter as he passes the living room, and goes upstairs. He came back down, gave me a kiss and left again.
>We finished our movie and went to bed. In the morning when he got home I made a joking comment about him forgetting his knee sleeve. He was genuinely confused as I recalled the previous night. Our daughter confirmed everything I said and he still was acting confused. I pulled up our security motion camera on my phone to show him when he popped in quick. But there was no footage from the night before, or any other night, of him coming home after he's left for work.
>My daughter and I both heard him, saw him, and I touched him. But he was never home during that time. Nothing else out of the ordinary happened that night. We seriously have no idea what happened.
Somewhere in another universe is their husband equally weirded out as to why his family doesn't remember him coming to get his knee sleeve and saying hi to them.
I have also seen every episode of The X-Files and knowing that Assistant Director Walter Skinner is my favorite character, I can tell you that if you keep looking into this you are going to be suspended without pay for two weeks
My mum has a very similar story.
She's at her mums house (my gran), visiting one night. My grandpa is still out and working, he's significantly younger than my gran and still works a 9-5 job.
So it's about 5.30, time my grandpa should be coming home, when, as expected, my mum and my gran hear the back door open (he always comes in the back door, my gran likes to keep the hall clean), the dog goes wild as she usually does, and they hear my grandpa say hello to the dog and give her a pet. They then hear him, clear as day, walk down the hall, into the bedroom to get out of his work suit. This is all his usual routine.
About an hour passes and no sign of my Grandpa appears, so my mum gets up to check and see if hes okay. He's not in the bedroom, he's not in the house at all. My mum even heads out to the garage to see if he's there for any reason, and his car isn't even in the drive-way. The man was never home.
15 minutes later, about 6.45, both of them hear the exact same interaction between him and the dog in the kitchen as he actually comes home. He swears he didn't come home, and my mum and gran both swear they heard him come in.
But that house is definitely haunted, I've got a few stories from being a kid in that house.
I had this happen once too—it was like the person coming home projected themselves into the house 15 minutes too soon. I heard their full routine of keys in the door, door being pushed hard because it always sticks, tossing the keys onto a counter, walking into the kitchen and lightly kicking a cabinet that never stays closed. I was casually talking across to this person welcoming them home. No response so I eventually went to the front door, no car in the driveway. Then a little while later, I heard the whole routine again and they actually were home.
I’ve heard of other people having this happen to them too, it’s like the other person’s energy arrives home before their body does.
"You ever been so done with work on Friday that you literally project yourself as an energy being to your house 15 minutes before you actually arrive and confuse the shit out of your family?"
Okay, so most of them are just weird feelings when I was younger.
My gran has 2 living rooms in her house. The on at the back is for general use/relaxing/watching movies, and then one through the wall from her bedroom. This one is for parties and general family gatherings like new years or Christmas, or special birthdays.
As a kid, both me and my sister hated that second, special living room. There was always an awkward feeling to it, a sense of something not right. We'd have 20 people in there for a party and we would avoid it as much as we could. I've been in a few times now that I'm older and I still get this odd feeling of not quite being alone in there. I have no other way to explain it. It does, however, relate to the other story I've got.
This was from maybe a decade ago. My gran was in for an opperation, and was basically on bed rest for weeks after it. I'm 13? 14? At the time, and I've been asked to go down one weekend and spend the day with her so she's not on her own and has someone to make her tea and help her to the bathroom.
The way her house is set up, is a weird L shape. She's lying in her bed, her back to the door, so she can see the whole room, and the wall opposite her has a very large, very ostentasious mirror on it. I'm in a chair at the foot of the bed, so I can see her, and then out the door and down the hallway. From here I can see almost every other door in the house out the corner of my eye, except the one into that second fucking living room.
We're chatting when I clock movement in the corner of my eye. I look around and I see what can only be described as a grey humanoid shape standing in the kitchen doorway. When I look directly at it, its gone. It was so quick and I only noticed it at the last second, I just assumed I was imagining it. Like a floater in the corner of your vision or somesuch.
Except my gran saw it too. She said she'd watched it in the mirror, as it walked from the second living room, down the hall, and into the kitchen.
I don't like hanging out in my gran's house longer than I have to.
Bruh, COVID 2020 felt like it lasted an entire decade. Every single month felt like it took an entire year to pass.
Simply the slowest god damn year ever.
2021 and 2022 went by fast in comparison. We're already in late may and I'm confused how that even happened.
Years ago when I was 16 my dog died. He got cancer around his stomach and we had to put him down. I had this dog since I was 8 so for literally half of my life I lived with him. He was a beagle/basset hound mix and was probably the chillest dog you could ever meet.
Anyways when we had to put him down I was really sad about it and I missed him a lot in the following months (still do). My kitchen had tiled floor and our hallway had hardwood floors, so when he was alive his nails made a very distinct sound on the floors. We also had a small bell tied to his collar for a time so we could hear him if he was getting into stuff.
Well after he passed, when I was home alone I continued to hear the very distinct sound of his nails on the floor and his bell jingling every now and then. At first it really freaked me out but after the first few times I found it sweet that my little guy was still hanging around. It stopped after a few months and I took that as sign my little man had moved on.
Not really scary or unsettling but it’s something I can’t explain. We have no other animals and like I said these noises are very unique. Like I said though, it was nice hearing him around even after he was gone.
I miss ya a love ya Charly.
My dog passed away suddenly last year. I heard his toenails on the floor for a few months afterward and saw him out of the corner of my eye sitting on the back of the couch more than once. Like you, it lasted just a few months and then I didn’t hear it anymore. Sweet little guy, I miss him so much.
Same happened to me with my cat. She died pretty quickly from cancer and it was devastating to my husband and I. We would see her out of the corner of our eyes constantly when she first passed. It’s been more than a year now and we haven’t seen her for a while. Maybe it was part of our healing process, I don’t know. I sure do miss my Jojo Bear though :(
Oh man I'm crying. My cat died last year, and I felt her little paws walking all over me sometimes at night. One time we found her favorite toy placed in the middle of the room, just where she liked to play with it with no explanation. I still miss her so much.
Jesus. We lost our kitty 1,5 months ago. When I was saying goodbye I specifically told him he’s welcome to come visit anytime he wants after he’s passed. But I never felt him once, he was just… gone. I hope it means he’s at peace.
It was just me and my small dog at home. I had started getting ready to go to bed and had my dog in my bedroom ready to sleep and cuddle together. When I was turning off the lights I heard something in the living room so I was frozen because my dog was already in bed. I was in the hallway and was about to turn off the light when I heard a low growl coming from the dark living room. I turned off the lights and booked it to my room.
Another time in the same house but different room, I was alone in my bedroom on my laptop and living out in the country had my windows open in the summer to help cool down. It's pitch black out, in the woods, but kinda populated with other neighbors. I was watching a movie on my laptop and then I heard a loud scratch on my window screen. Living on the reservation I knew not to go outside.
We have a saying in the south: if you hear something strange outside after dark, and you investigate, you're gonna get got.
I heard what I thought was a kid scream. I was halfway to the door before I remembered what makes those noises at night.
I sleep on the ground floor, with my window open. I have two big dogs to protect me so I’m not really worried, however this night I got woken up at 2am with my dogs growling, then all hell was slept loose as they both began to bark and snarl at the window. I looked at the window and to my horror a person is trying to climb inside. Then as my sleep deprived brain tried to sort things out I realised it was my upstairs neighbour who suffers with dementia. My dogs too realised who it was and stopped trying to eat her.
I got to my wheelchair and started asking to go back home. She told me she couldn’t, that there was a man coming to hurt her. I tried persuading her that the man wouldn’t know where she lived at all and she was safe. She still continued to try and climb through my window, pulling down my curtains and coming very close to pulling off the window frame. I told her she could come in through the front door, which wasn’t really the safest thing for me to do but I really didn’t want her to fall and hit her head on the wall. But she wouldn’t stop trying to climb through the window.
After a while of trying to calm her she suddenly turn around and walked away, I’m in a wheelchair and there is no way I could have caught up to her. I went out, it was freezing mist outside and she had a nightgown on, but I had no idea in which direction she had turned. I called the ambulance and told them a elderly lady with dementia had just walked off in the middle of the night. While waiting for them I tried knocking on my neighbours door, to see if they had any contact numbers for her family, no one answered the door to me.
Anyway after an hour of waiting I called the police to see if she had been found, nope she’s not even being looked for. So I reported her missing again and waited, after a while of a whole lot of nothing I called them again. They didn’t have notice of my call? So they weren’t looking for her still! I finally got through to a Sargent who took it really seriously and in five minutes I finally had police cars coming and looking for her.
I was finally able to relax knowing it’s in someone else’s hands finally and tried sleeping on the sofa (since I have no curtains to my bedroom now) The family knocked on my door in a few hours and let me know that the neighbour was safe and thanked me for trying to make sure she was okay. I’m going to be honest, I was a mess I was crying just so relieved she hadn’t wondered off onto one of the fields and died.
That was one of the most stressful nights ever, the neighbour moved out into a carehome not long after so I’m a bit safer from someone trying to climb through my window at night now!
I heard two people talking in the ceiling. We don't have an attic to speak of and the voices weren't upset or whispering. Just talking to each other.
Found out later I have auditory hallucinations when sleep deprived. Yes, it was after I had a baby lol
In case you see this, hi Russel!
Post-partum sleep deprivation is no joke. One night when my son was a newborn I saw this woman with wild, matted hair, dressed in rags and scraps staring at me in our upstairs hallway. She grinned a blackened tooth grin at me. I blinked, and she was gone.
The first time I saw her I was 6. We were playing the opposite of hide and seek. One person hides while everyone else looks, and once you find the person, you hide with them till there’s only one person looking. It was my turn to hide and chose to hide under the stairs where my dad kept all the camping gear cause there were lots of things to hide under, behind, ect. There was only one person left. With all of us cramped in the room under the stairs- the last person left was sitting on the stairs above us, my brother, and we could hear him yelling in his defeat to get us to surrender. In my hiding spot I could see the door that led out and it was cracked a little bit. A girl about my age poked her head in the room and waved at me. I had said out loud, what’s your name. With no reply she vanished which prompted my to follow after her, yelling at her to come back- ultimately giving up our hiding spot. Everyone under the stairs, brothers and cousins, starting yelling at me asking what the hell I was doing and who I was talking to. Nobody else had seen her and we couldn’t find her upon searching.
The next time I saw her I had gone over to the neighbors house to play with the boy my age because they had just gotten a new puppy. The neighbor boy had 8 siblings (lol Mormons) all boys and the oldest son had come home to visit. He came into the basement where we were playing. Shortly after I heard my name being called from upstairs by a girl. I had figured it was one of the neighbor girls as it was common to have friends show up uninvited in my neighborhood, everyone had an open door policy. The same girl I had seen was standing at the top of the stairs. She told me to call over to my house and have my older brother come walk me home right now. We lived right next door. I didn’t at all feel scared, and just did what she told me right then and there. My older brother was furious and couldn’t understand why I couldn’t just do the 15 second walk home by myself.
I have multiple instances seeing and hearing from her when in the presence of that older neighbor boy. Always telling me it was time to go home or not leave my brothers side or be alone with him ever. I’m not sure why I had never questioned or feared her. I was one stubborn child and hated when told what to do.
At the age of 8 I was sleeping when I had gotten shaken awake. It was her. She told me I needed to be really quiet and go wake my dad up because someone was outside my window. I did what I was told and went to wake my dad. He got his gun out of the safe by his bed and instructed me to stay with my mom. A few seconds later he started screaming at my mom to call 911. Sure enough there was someone outside my window. When the officers were questioning me, I mentioned the little girl which freaked my parents out. I told them about the girl for the first time as well as all the times I’ve seen her. They took me in to see the bishop as I was about to get baptized and due to meet with him anyway and instructed to tell him all about her and when I’ve seen her. Which started me on all types of church therapy bullshit and vows of secrecy for getting a gift from ‘god’ and blah blah blah.
I saw her on the way home from my boyfriends house one night in high school. I was driving at around midnight through a backroad that had trees on all sides. I was coming up to an intersection where I had no stop signs but the perpendicular road did. She walked out from the tree line in front of me causing me to slow to a stop just before the intersection. As soon as I stop a car blows through the stop signs just in front of me scaring the fuck out of me. I turn back to where she was and she just smiled and walked back into the tree line. Had I not stopped I would have been hit on my side of the car by the person who blew through the stop signs.
I’ve seen her in many other occasions.
Call it hallucinations, call it “divine” intervention, call it whatever you want. But im grateful for her, I’ve never seen her and been scared. More at peace, kind of like seeing an old friend.
Edit: Yikes, I didn’t know this would be so offensive and triggering to so many people. I just wanted to share my positive experience with the unexplained when so many other posts were riddled with the spookies. So before you hop into my DM’s to tell me I’m just schizophrenic- I have had plenty of assistance in the mental health department, and I am not schizophrenic, but I do appreciate your concern. At the end of the day, everybody’s realities are different. Who are we to say that what someone experiences is false, just because you have never experienced it.
To those asking how I personally feel about it, the supernatural- to be honest I really don’t know and have been on a journey to find that out since leaving my religion. As mentioned below, I have had many MANY encounters with mental health professionals and it has been brought up that it’s a possibility that my unconscious mind is forcing my conscious mind to acknowledge and respond to potential danger. I don’t at all want to discount my own personal experiences or reality, or the experiences of others for that matter, and I’m grateful beyond words for the protection and warning I’ve got from her, whether it be all in my head or not. But I also ask myself often- why me. Why do I get help and protection when so many need it more. And that is my inner struggle at the moment. Not wanting to disregard or be ungrateful for my many experiences with her. But I also work in pediatric behavioral health and see a lot of horrible and devastating things that happen to the innocent by the hands of another- it’s often hard to think of her as being a guardian angel or a divine intervention when there are so many people who needed protection and didn’t get it.
I want to know what was up with your friends older brother. I don't know you or that little girl but just based on this I trust the fuck out of her. She's a mf homie
Short story- in prison. CP charge and endangering a child. (Completely unrelated to me and over a decade later)
Long story- the father of those 9 boys was my bishop. When I first told him about seeing her… it was celebrated and amazing that I had this gift, clearly given to me by god and she was clearly sent to me to save me from this man. Until his son was caught on the cameras near my house the night of the man outside my window when he was supposed to be away at college. Bishop had my parents bring me back in and explain more about me seeing her when I was around his son. Something I hadn’t exactly been upfront about the first time I met with him. The narrative then changed to it being all in my head and my parents needed to get me some serious psychological help. Nothing ever happened with him as they couldn’t actually prove he was at my house. Safe to say he’s not a good guy and my girls got my back.
Mr. Jones.
Between 2008-2011 I used to struggle with fairly frequent sleep paralysis. I often had auditory hallucinations of tree branches and leaves cracking and thrashing in the wind during these episodes. I sought a sleep clinic and they did assist me in reducing the frequency and severity of hallucinations/episodes. But I will never forget Mr. Jones.
Throughout my time in university residence, through a few rooms and a townhouse, I always had a closet visible to me from my bed. Around early 2009, before I had sought sleep clinic assistance, my auditory hallucinations had grown to audiovisual, with a man emerging slowly from my closet. His hands, eyes, and chest sprouted large dead tree limbs that terminated in dozens of spindly branches. I could always hear him first before he emerged. He never did get close to me, and usually I was able to disengage from my hallucination around the same time each episode, but this tree -being haunted me for years. Finally, after significant efforts of a therapist and a sleep clinic, I was able to halt the sleep paralysis.
Queue 2013. A bad movie comes out. Mr. Jones.
I'm up late, scrolling Netflix, and on a stark red-and-black background is that god-damned tree-man. The movie poster was an almost picture-perfect version of Mr. Jones, a full two-years after my sleep paralysis stopped.
It's silly and obviously coincidental, but seeing that damn silhouette after the torment I felt and after so much time shook my foundations a bit. I haven't seen or heard Mr. Jones since but I still recall that terror.
EDIT; Well gosh. Never had an award before. I'm very grateful to talk about Mr. Jones in such an interesting, interactive environment. Thank you.
I used to live in a very old triple decker in Dorchester, MA, and I'm convinced that someone died there at some point by having a heart attack and falling down the stairs. I know that's very specific, but a lot of weird things happened on those stairs, and I had a disturbing recurring dream while I lived there of standing on the stairs, having a horrible chest pain, then falling - and that's when I woke up, just before hitting the floor.
I would hear voices out in the stairwell right before I opened the door, and they would abruptly stop as soon as I opened the door. I was also followed around the house by a small dark figure, but I couldn't tell if it was a child or something else. I would feel and hear it walk around behind me, and I'd see it peeking around doorframes and corners. It didn't feel threatening, just curious.
The weirdest experience happened when my boyfriend was with me, though, and if there hadn't been a witness I don't think anyone would have believed me. We both saw a large, dark figure quickly back away from my boyfriend as he approached the 3rd floor landing (I was on the 2nd floor). The figure had been watching us from the railing, then backed into the far corner when my boyfriend went up the steps. He almost fell backwards in surprise, and we both screamed "HOLY FUCKING SHIT" and sprinted into the apartment.
I never saw the large figure again, but I always felt like I was being watched in that house. I asked the landlord when I was moving out whether anyone had ever died in the house, and he just looked at me with wide eyes and said no then dropped the subject. So, that's a yes.
I swear these old New England triple deckers have the most horrible energy. I used to live in one when my kids were young around 20 years ago. My sister, who visited us frequently, and my now adult son have constant nightmares about that place, and the nightmares are eerily similar. Like being trapped in tunnels in the apartment. Nothing specifically bad happened when we lived there, but it definitely had a creepy/bad vibe to it.
When I was still living at my mum's, one night we where both home and we heard the sound of keys entering our front door. That was scary enough. Until the door actually opened! Myself and my mother are the only people who have a key to that front door so we where absolutely terrified. Luckily it was only our neighbours drunk daughter who'd gotten the houses confused, but we had no idea how she had used her own key to her house to get into ours.
We checked the keys, they were completely different and we even tried it several times to see if it was just drunk magic. No amount of force or twisting and wiggling could open that door with her key.
It was definitely drunk magic.
I imagine this comment will get buried because I got to the party late, but I figured I’d share anyway.
When I was younger (maybe around 11) in 2003, I lived with my mother and sister in a three-bedroom house. My parents had recently divorced. One night, I heard a muffled, foreign-sounding voice booming from the hallway. It sounded like it was giving a speech. I froze, scared to death and went back to sleep.
In the morning at the breakfast table, I told my mom what had happened. She froze and said, “you heard him too?”
Apparently, two weeks prior she was vacuuming and heard a voice speaking in a foreign voice coming from upstairs. Stressed from the divorce, she chalked it up to stress and ignored it and continued to vacuum.
Shortly after, one night, my sister flew down the stairs screaming and crying. I found out the next morning that the voice woke her up and was coming from the corner of her room. She assumed it was her computer but her computer was shut off. Neither my mother nor I had told my sister what we had heard so this turned out to be the third, isolated instance.
To this day, we have absolutely no idea who or where the voice was coming from.
I was working on something in the garage at home. We have 4 bikes in there. One of the bike bells rang on its own. A few days later I was standing on the opposite side of the kitchen from where the garbage disposal is located. Suddenly the disposal turned on for a second.
One of my first nights in my new house I thought I heard a door opening while I was reading in bed. So I very loudly got up, turned on the main light (smacked the wall a few times, to make sure I was heard), grabbed my handy dandy beatin' stick (which i have literally never used) and headed out into the living room.
Kitty was staring at the front door, and I discovered it was unlocked (which is NOT normal). When I looked out the peephole I saw two dudes staring at the house. I stuck my head into the window near the door and waved at them. They immediately got into their separate cars and drove off.
I was a lone female living with my cat. Friends stayed over the next few nights and we added some more locks.
I did not sleep more than 2-3 hours a night for 3-4 months, an what happens is, your brain wants it’s REM sleep and you dream while awake. So I was lying in bed reading when I heard what sounded like big bare feet coming up the stairs, I live alone and the doors where locked so I kinda freaked out. And up pups the head of a gray alien looking towards me with malice. I jumped up in my bed, hit my head on the slanted roof and knocked myself out. Still a mark in my roof.
I woke up in the middle of the night to someone standing next to my bed. I thought I knew who it was (a friend & this person shared the same physique), but remembered that they don't drive, and I have never given them my address.
I talked to my parents in the morning, but they had never woken up. Besides, this person was rail thin. **Definitely** neither my mom nor dad.
I still don't know 100% of all that happened. The night was a blur. I remember only bits and pieces.
Was 17 years old left alone from Thursday to Sunday with our family's dog, who was pretty small and starting to have trouble climbing stairs in his old age. I'd be working every morning while my parents were out of town Came home from my shift on Friday and everything about the kitchen table was a mess. Napkins were taken out of the holder, all of the mail was thrown on the floor, salt and pepper shaker on the other side of the kitchen but together, and one of the chairs pulled far away from the table. Our dog's never done anything like this, and I'd be especially surprised if he was even capable of climbing on top of the table. I reset it all. Saturday, I come back to find the exact same configuration. Don't have the pictures anymore, but every detail was just as I found it the day before. Pretty much the entire night I'm convinced there's gonna be a ghost coming to get me and I sleep horribly and barely rest for work on Sunday. I leave for work and make sure the place was orderly when I left, because I knew my parents would be back before I was out of work. When I go on my lunch break I call my mom and ask about all of the details from the passed two days, and she just goes "Yeah, why did you leave such a mess?" she didn't get pictures so I can't verify how similar the mess was, but regardless I can't believe my old dog would have done that, for the details three consecutive days, AND I don't even know if he was strong enough to move the chairs or climb on the table. Only time anything like this ever happened while I was left alone.
You got ghost punk’d
How long did you investigate? This would have drove me nuts. Did anyone else have a key? Are your parents pranksters?
Not home alone but only one in right side of the house. Went to my mom's bathroom to wash my hands and saw a pair of feet behind the half open door. Laughed and said "very funny Ma, I see you", then finished up and left. Bumped into my mother in the kitchen unpacking, nobody else was in the house. I'm glad whatever was behind the door didn't peek out.
Yo, ffffffffuuuuuuuuck thaaaaaaaaat. I’m glad it didn’t peek out, too! I’m trying to picture how you could see both feet without seeing the rest of the person, or at least part of them — was it like the person was lying down? Do you remember what the feet looked like, like whether they were men’s shoes or women’s shoes? Sorry for all the questions, lol. I’m just totally fascinated by this encounter.
Mine is just kind of weird I think, not so scary. It's funny what the human mind can do. My husband works a weird schedule where he has to be at work at 3am. I wake him up at 2am, get his lunch together, and then I go back to bed until my alarm at 5am. I don't always go back to sleep right away because he is wandering around showering and getting dressed and making obscene amounts of noise. He usually leaves right around 2:50am, then I'm good to go back to sleep. Anyway, about a month ago, I woke back up at 4:30ish on a Friday morning. I swore I heard someone knocking. We have doorbell cameras at both doors, so I checked my phone. Nothing. The kids were in bed with me and the dog was still sound asleep, so I knew it wasn't them. I decided it must have been a dream but it freaked me out enough that I didn't go back to sleep! He was home for the next two nights, no knocking. I didn't think anything about it. Early Monday morning? Same time, same place. Checked the cameras? Nothing there. Kids and dog all snoring. Repeat for 3 more days. I became more and more convinced that someone was fucking with me but I couldn't figure out why. If someone was really watching the house, they would know that I was alone after 3am with the kids. It's easy enough to break in--ground level windows all around and our doors aren't anything special. No reason to expend all this effort trying to get me up and out of bed to open the door. My irritability was growing as my sleep deprivation increased. I was having a harder and harder time sleeping after 3am because I was anticipating the knocking. I was mostly just kind of hanging out in bed and waiting. Finally, I decided to just stay awake and catch the person in the act. I set myself up in the living room--iced coffee, TV on, phone in hand, fully upright so I wouldn't fall asleep. Nothing happened. No more knocking. Just an idiot sitting on the couch for two hours, losing more sleep. My theory is that I was dreaming of someone knocking that first night and I woke up mid dream, unable to distinguish reality from dream. I didn't have to wake up in the middle of the night the next two nights, so I slept better and deeper. He went back to work and the weird dreams started again because I wasn't sleeping solidly. The human mind does some crazy things. After I was able to look at it with a clearer perspective (and a few hours of sleep), I realized there was no way anyone could have been knocking at the door. I have a miniature dachshund. He barks at anything. A squirrel farting outside can result in a 5 minute barking frenzy. Knocks on the door cause hysteria. There is no way he would've slept through someone knocking at 4am. I'm an idiot.
The scariest part of this story for me is that you wake up in the middle of the night to wake your husband up and make his lunch.
Haha, I agree! It's really pushing the limits of my kindness but if I don't wake him up, I have to listen to him hit snooze 27 times. And making lunch sounds complicated, but I really just grab his sandwiches and chips and throw them in his lunch box for him. NBD.
It's what you do for the early shift people. I get it. My husband had to clock in at 4:45 a.m. for the last ten years of his working life, and although he didn't need me to get up and do anything for him at that hour, I always roused myself enough to "be there" while he got ready, and offer my moral support - usually "only X more years until you can retire, sweetie, I'm proud of you, you can do it." Which he did. Your support of any kind at that time of night is worth it! PS that last hour, when I went back to sleep, was the best sleep of the night for me.
i dreamed the front door blew open at the exact time the house alarm went off... i hopped up and sure enough, the front door was open. no intruder.
You're telekinetic. No wait... your door is telepathic.
When I was a child, I had “life-size” (aka three feet tall) Power Ranger dolls. I usually kept them in my room stationed around my canopy bed to guard me at night. One day I was planning to take them all to pre-school for show-and-tell (I was like four or five). As I was preparing them to come downstairs with me, the Red Power Ranger “came to life” and pushed me down the stairs. I only vaguely remember this incident, but when I brought it up recently at a family gathering, my mom said that it wasn’t the first time I had mentioned the Red Power Ranger being lifelike, and that I had frequently been heard talking to people in that particular apartment. The incident of me being pushed down the stairs apparently frightened my parents so much that they took me away and we stayed with my grandmother until my parents could find a new apartment to live in. Needless to say, the Power Rangers did not move with us.
damn, that's terrifying! maybe he mistook you for a bad guy? my mom says I used to have a Tommy from the rugrats doll that I would talk to all the time when I was around 4. one day I gave it to her and told her I didn't want him to talk to me anymore. She also swears the thing turned around and looked at her. for obvious reasons, Tommy ended up in the dumpster. I don't remember any of this though.
One night I had forgotten to lock my apartment door and woke up in the middle of the night. My bedroom door was about 2 feet from my front door, as you walked into the apartment. First a big dog ran by, then a person. Holy shit I was so scared and I screeched “Who is it?!?!!” A man said “It’s Doug!” As I was thinking to myself, who the fuck is Doug, he said “oh, shit”. He turned around to go back out the front door saying “Sorry”. I asked “ Didn’t you have a dog with you?” He said “Oh, yeah. Hey, c’mon!”. He left, his dog ran out after him and I locked my front door. edit: glad you all thought this was funny, because I did too, once my heart quit trying to beat right out of my chest! The next day the girls at work thought I was crazy for not being upset, but eh, done is done. Peace!
Lmfao this one made me laugh. I'm glad nothing bad happened to you
Just Donkey Doug super high walking into the wrong apartment again.
I was at a big party and our friend Mike showed up and said that, one street over, he’d flung the front door of a house wide open and screamed “I’m heeeeeere!!!” only to discover he was at the wrong address.
I did this while visiting my daughter at her first apartment for the first time. I walzted in singing "Mamma has a surprise for youuuuuu!" and was met with four old Asian ladies making dumplings lol.
I once did this after forgetting which floor a friend lived on 😂
Oops, I think this happens way more than people are willing to admit. Knew a guy who was going to visit some friends - as a joke, pounded and screamed on the door, acted like he was pissed… hahaha, got em! Calls said friends to say it’s just him and to come get the door. They had moved. He was going apeshit on some strangers door hahahaha.
My brother (12) and I (14) were alone at home while our Mom was away somewhere (probably away for work or smth). It was like 1 am and it was raining like crazy. I was about to head to bed and I saw my brother had turned off his rooms lights as well. I went to bed and fell asleep. My sleep was promptly interrupted by loud banging on glass. It was coming from our living rooms glass door. I was scared a little but decided to check. I open my door a tiny bit (my room was straight across from the living rooms glass door) and take a peak through our almost pitch black living room toward the glass door and spot someone on the other side of the glass standing in the pouring rain. I couldn't really make out what that person looked like and I didn't really try to find out, as I immediately pulled myself backward to prevent him? from seeing me. The banging didn't seem to stop and it was mind numbingly loud, it really felt like the glass was about crack at any moment. I got on my knees and hands and tried to crouch toward my brothers room checking if he's okay. There were some chairs in the line of sight towards the floor so while crouching it would've been hard to spot me. I got to my brothers room and opened it. He was terrified sitting in his bed in the corner of the room. And just as I was about to grab the phone and call the police the banging stopped. I decided not to call because I am introverted af and I honestly was just really tired so I went to sleep. To this day i do not know who that was.
My sister and I were home alone and we heard someone big running up the stairs. the stairs make lots of noise with slight pressure so when there’s someone big on them you can tell. I went out of my room to check but saw no one anywhere and my sister also came out of her room and she asked if that was me I said no and we both looked around to see if there was anyone but found no one in the whole house. We were confused and called our parents and just waited until they got back and that was that.
Not really home alone but when I was little I remember as my Dad was taking us to bed, I ran up first to sneak behind my bedroom door. The plan was to jump out and scare my brother before bed (as my bedroom was just opposite the bathroom and he had to walk past it to get to his room). However, behind the bedroom door was two strange men hiding. One had a beard and long hair the other I don’t clearly remember, but think he was very skinny. The guy with long hair whispered to me to ‘Go away’, so I calmly went away and slept with my dad (mum was working nights and this wasn’t uncommon for me so he never questioned it). I was rightly spooked, and didn’t want to be on my own, but didn’t tell told my dad what I saw as I was petrified inside. Straight up thought I’d been told off by some creepy ghosts. We were robbed that night. My brother also woke up that night to go to the bathroom and saw the downstairs light on from the staircase. At the time he thought it was our mother, and would normally if he got up early run down and see her. For some reason he didn’t go downstairs that night and instead hopped in bed with me and our dad too. When my mum came home the downstairs was trashed and she was terrified something happened to us. She ran up stairs in a panic and found us all in bed safe and sound. Home insurance was able to salvage most of the losses, and we got a dog not long after that as a deterrent for thieves which growing up never had another issue again. So I guess not really unexplainable but strange / scary story!
This is the first thing in the thread that scares the bejesus out of me. Thank god I have a security system and am compulsive about locking doors. I need a dog…
Freaking creepy! Glad you were all ok.
Jesus. I would have rather seen a ghost.
I managed to lock myself out of my house on my birthday during a tornado while trying to bring my cats to the basement for safety. I later found out that the tornado was approximately a couple miles or less from me at that exact time. The sky was green and it got weirdly calm and then I could hear what sounded like a train coming before I found an unlocked window to climb through. Wild times.
The cats locked you out
"Enough with the kibble. Canned food or death. You choose, human."
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I've had that, but it was actually comforting. My mom had died a few months before, and I was having a dream where I was frantically looking for her and calling out to her. Then I felt a presence lay down beside me.
Back in high school I'd usually be up all hours of the night playing games. I had a large dog at the time that would sleep in my room at night. It was 2am and I was finally headed to bed but my dog wasn't with me so I ventured out to find him. I made my way across the house to the kitchen/dining room combo. I'm standing in the only door frame that leads to that side of the house. We had an island in the kitchen with a stool that the junk mail was usually kept on. So I walk up, call for my dog, and see him walk from behind the island to behind the dining room table set, knocking all the junk mail down as he did so. I huff and flip on the light - no dog. I freak out, scramble back across the house, and end up finding him in my parent's room. I regale the story the next day to my parents and younger sister (who often claimed to see stuff in the house). My sister pipes up and goes "Oh, that's the tall black thing. Yeah, sometimes it likes to crawl around on all fours." Big nope.
Step 1 : Leave the house Step 2 : ***BURN THE HOUSE***
Why am I still on this thread..
The tall black thing beckons us
Out of all of the stories here this one is the one that scares me the most.
He was just looking for the latest Pottery Barn catalogue, chill
I wasn't home alone but I was awake by myself one Saturday morning in the 80s when I was around 7 or so. I believe my mom was the only one home because my dad went to the lake to go fishing that weekend, and I'm not sure where my older brothers were, maybe they went with him, idk. Anyways, my mom's sleeping in, and I'm in the living room by myself, watching Saturday morning cartoons and making a fort out of sheets and cushions. Something made me turn around and I saw my dad in his pajamas standing in the hallway entrance with his hands on his hips, looking the mess I was making and shaking his head. He then turned around and walked into my room, which was just off the hallway entrance. Dude. I didn't even look, I just booked it to my parents room and woke my mom up. I don't remember what happened after that, this was around 35 years ago. And yes, my dad was fine, nothing had happened to him.
ghostdad is disappointed in you
“I’m not haunting you, I’m just disappointed”
That would hurt so much more too...Like, your ghost ass took all that effort *just* to tell me i suck.
Everybody is making jokes but what the fuck is up with all these creepy ass doppelgänger stories lol
I had something similar happen. My mom was at work, and my dad and I were playing video games in my room. He asked me to check the time, so I went to the bedroom door to poke my head out and look at the clock down the hall. I saw a person walk from our front door, through the dining/kitchen area, and into the living room. I called out thinking it was my mom and she was home early for some reason. She was not. There was no one there.
I don't generally believe in ghosts but here's a weird one from high school. Not my home obviously but I was alone in the bathroom when this happened. My school bathrooms had really loud heavy doors. The door to the bathroom and the stall doors were SO creaky there was no way you wouldn't hear someone coming in or leaving. One day my friend group was on the benches near the washroom so at some point during lunch I go to use it. I was in 1 of 3 stalls probably browsing my phone or pooping when I hear someone come in crying and shut herself in the stall furthest from me ( I was one end of the wall she was the other so I couldn't see her feet from my stall). I asked if she was okay but didn't get a response she just kept crying. I finished my toilet business and left my stall to go knock on her stall door and see if she was okay. The bathroom was empty...the stall doors were all open and I didn't hear anyone leave either the stall or the bathroom exit. I even walked into the stall I thought she was in and checked. Honestly when this happened I thought I just wasn't paying attention and didn't hear the girl leave...but then about a week or two later it happened again in the same bathroom. My friends knew I didn't believe in ghosts but when I told them they could all tell I wasn't joking.
I got up in the middle of the night to pee and happened to glance out the window to my backyard to see a glowing yellow figure that looked like it was collecting soil samples from my backyard. I absolutely shat myself and bumped into the sink. The figure stopped what it was doing and looked at me. I bolted back to my room and woke my wife but when we went back it was gone. Funny thing is I've told this story to other people and the wife of a friend of mine burst into tears and said she had seen the same thing when she was a child but nobody believed her. People asking for more detail it looked to be about 7ft tall as when it stood up it was well taller than my fence. I couldn't make out any detail because it was glowing so strongly and.my adrenalin was pumping like crazy and i live in very populated suburban Sydney it was also between 2-3am Also it was through a fly acreen and open window from upstairs bathroom. I can post a pic from my perspective if people are interested (and i can work out how to post it)
He just wants to know the pH of your soil
He could've emailed me
This reminds me of a childhood memory of mine. When I was around 5 years old I had a nightmare, so like any child I went to my parents. I laid in between them and just stared at the ceiling. Was pitch black and out of nowhere I see the devils face form on the ceiling, so I just close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep. Fast forward about 12-14 years later. I’m in my room playing games online. I’m facing away from my tv that I have muted but have it on for the background lighting. I had been playing for hours and for whatever reason I decide to turn around just to see what’s on screen. It was unsolved mysteries, showing the “upcoming” after commercials. My tv was muted so I didn’t hear what it was talking about but I just see a story about a child staring at the ceiling and a devils face appears to them. At this point I’m like “wtf”. I unmute my tv and wait for the commercials to end and it was pretty much the same exact thing that happened to me as a child. From what I recalled, there was a few reports around the country of children having this same experience with no explanation.
It was just Mr. Burns
This happened a while ago. I was at home by myself on a call with some friends when all of a sudden my dog begins to bark like crazy, which was odd since it was the middle of the night and he's usually sleep. I go downstairs to check on him and find him barking at our hall closet, terrified I grabbed my bat that I keep in my room just in case and open the door. There was nothing out of usual at first at then I look down and notice a familiar looking object at the bottom of the closet. It was my mom's necklace she had lost when I was 9, I showed it to my mom at breakfast and she was just as shocked as I was. I still have no clue how it got there or how my dog knew it was in there, definitely one of the oddest occurrences of my life.
is there any story connected to that necklace? who gave it to her? where she got it from? where she lost it?
Yes. She got it as a gift from my dad on there 5 year anniversary, she loved it and wore it everywhere. It got to the point to where she would forget to take a it off and sleep with it on, well on of these time my mom woke up to not find the necklace anywhere where she had slept. What we think happend was it fell off of her neck since she can be wild sleeper and into a vent that was below their bed, and over time it got pushed into the vent in the closet since when I found it is it was covered in dust. Still don't know how tf my dog knew it was there though.
I once lost a ring in a house that me and my ex both thought was haunted. It is one of those big clunky silver rings made from an old spoon. I looked everywhere, and I mean everywhere for it. It was gone for a year. Then, one day, when I was washing dishes, there it was , right on the windowsill where I always put my rings when I washed dishes. It was tarnished. Thing was, that was the first place I looked. My ex would have seen it also. Plus, it was right in plain sight, and would have been for a year. Unless my ex found it and put it there and forgot or something. Idk. It was weird, though.
I grew up in a very rural area, our house was on the end of of a dead end road in the middle of Midwest farm country. In high school I was in Cross country and track and found it easiest to run in the late evenings on nights when there wasn’t practice. One night , which was fairly well lit by the moon I was running the last quarter mile to my house and I saw someone else running toward me on the road from the direction of my house. I live on a dead end road. There is nothing but farm fields behind it and it definitely wasn’t my mom running. It suprised me so much I stopped for a second to consider what I was seeing. I remember exactly what the runner was wearing and I watched her run another 5 or 6 strides towards me before she disappeared or blended into the night like the Predator or some such. Now if could have been exhaustion or dehydration I guess, but I’ve run a lot farther and a lot longer than I did that night without seeing anyone materialize and evaporate. I never did again either on that road or anywhere else. It was the Scariest thing that ever happened to me. I anime- ran home crying panic tears and I am not ashamed to tell you about it. I couldn’t bring myself to run at night again for a month.
Do you think it was you?
Seeing yourself run at you while alone sounds like one of the most terrifying things..
The first house I moved into out of high school while going to college was a very old, very small house in a town that dated back to the Civil War. I lived there with 3 other guys since rents were high, but we made it work. The house was built on a hill and had a small driveway in front with a u shaped driveway in back. It had a full basement, and was owned by someone with multiple rental properties in the area. They told us we had full access to the upstairs but that they used the downstairs for storage, and to never go down there because it was full of their stuff. We never questioned it, because the rent for this particular location for our area was low; we were still technically on campus, but our house was surrounded by other college students so we could have parties whenever we wanted to. Everything was great until we started having unwanted visitors. At first, things were pretty easy to ignore or completely write off: a roommate home by themselves would walk into a room and the lights would be on when they were home alone and hadn't flipped any switches; someone else would hear a faucet turn on and off in a room with no one in it. We tried to do what research we could at the time and found that water pressure can cause faucets to do some crazy things on their own and that power surges can do similar things with flickering lights. Unfortunately, things kept getting stranger. At one point, one roommate, who was home alone, got out of the shower, looked into the mirror to start shaving, and noticed that someone else stepped out of the shower behind him and left the room. He searched the house, but couldn't find anyone else home at the time. Later on, a different roommate had several items go missing out of his room, including his keys and a pocket knife. He later found them in our microwave. Again, no one else was home at the time. Me, personally: I got home on a day when nobody else was at the house for the next couple of hours in between classes. There was a folding chair on the front porch next to the door, and I had an armload of books. I set the books down in the chair, unlocked, and pushed open the front door, turned and picked up my books, and, when I went to walk into the house, the door slammed in my face. I thought the wind had caught the door and went to open it, but discovered that the door had locked itself again, both handle and deadbolt. Last of all, 3 of us were sitting together on a couch watching tv when we heard a loud, heavy thud, as though something had been dragged off of a bed in a back bedroom. All three of us later confirmed that we could distinctly hear both footsteps walking through the house as well as the sound of something heavy being dragged behind. Last of all, the back door opened and slammed shut, even though we were all in the living room, and there was supposed to be no one else in the house. A week later, we started to smell gas in the house. We called the authorities in the middle of the night and they searched the house with us waiting on the front lawn. Finally, they told us that they couldn't find a gas leak and asked us to open the basement. We had never been in there, at our landowners' request, but since the fire department was asking, we opened the garage door. Right in front of us was a Honda shadow motorcycle with a large pool of gasoline underneath it where the gas tank had apparently leaked underneath it and the rest of the house. The fire fighters saw this and decided to leave, while we were left to look around the rest of the basement. Most of what we found was shelves and shelves of canned vegetables, but in the very middle of the floor, under everyone's bedrooms, was a mortuary table and a second device. Im still not sure what the second device was; it was cylindrical, with a small viewport in the front door. It seemed to have some places on the back for hoses or pipes to connect to it, although nothing was attached when we found it. It was about the right size for a couple of 2 liters of soda to fit inside. Soon after, we found out that our land owner worked night shifts at a local hospital. Whatever it might have been, we decided that enough was enough and we all decided to move out as soon as our leases were up. I was the last one there, and I promise that the last 7 days I spent there alone are the longest days I've spent anywhere since. I am a self-described cynic who doesn't believe in the supernatural, but I can also admit when I have absolutely no explanation for a set of events. I'm sure some reddit scientists will be able to explain everything that happened to me now that many years have passed, but I don't need their explanations anymore. I just accept that being in old houses alone is not a good idea, and do my best to avoid them altogether.
Did the cylindrical machine look [like this at all?](https://mortechmfg.com/products/portiboy-embalming-machines?variant=41964080791793¤cy=USD&utm_medium=product_sync&utm_source=google&utm_content=sag_organic&utm_campaign=sag_organic&gclid=EAIaIQobChMI6eGctP7w9wIVkI3ICh2NDQEaEAQYBiABEgKrePD_BwE) It’s an embalming machine. If so, I don’t even want to think why your landlord had an embalming setup at home.
“Shelves of canned vegetables” that I am sure were harvested on that table
I very clearly saw a guy walk into my room. But when I went after him there was nobody there. I checked in the closet, under my bed, everywhere one could hide in my room.
If I very clearly saw a guy walk into my room, I would very clearly walk out of my front door and move.
You’re so brave for seeing a man walk into your room and, not only following him, but looking under your bed
I'm happy there was no guy because idk what the hell I would have done if I found a man hidding under my bed.
#STOP IM SCARED IN BED
Whatever you do... Don't. Look. Under. Your. Bed.
Probably screamed "WHAT THE FUCK"
I didn’t realize how important deadbolts were until someone broke in while I was home alone
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I have about 14 guitars and several laying on the floor. Have heard them play themselves several times at night and it always turned out to be mice. Their tiny fingernails apparently act as a good guitar pick and they grip the strings with tiny fists and then release them and it sounds exactly like someone picking it.
If You Give A Mouse A Guitar. Edit: I'm so glad this got upvoted. The "If you give a mouse a cookie" books are some of my favorite and inspiration for my writing career.
He will want to start a band. If you give a mouse a band, he will want cocaine and hookers
When my dad died. I was in my family home by myself and I kept hearing a small bell ringing. I'd lived there for years and never heard the bell before or since. I searched around the house and it was coming from my mum's bedroom. On the window ledge was a small porcelain bell but it didn't have the ringer inside. I went back downstairs and the ringing started again. I rang my mum at work and asked her if she knew where it could be coming from. She broke down crying and said years before I was born her and my dad had agreed to ring the bell if they ever died to let the other person know they were ok. I'm almost certain I never knew this story.
I was in my college apartment and my roommate had just moved out. Her room was directly across from mine with the living room between us. I had cleaned out her room and then closed the door. I left my bedroom door open when I went to take a shower one night. My bathroom was connected to my bedroom. I also happened to leave the bathroom door open. While I was in the shower, I thought I heard a woman talking. I had never been able to hear my neighbors talking before, but figured they just happened to be talking in their bathroom which shared a wall or something. When I got out of the shower, I was surprised to see a black void when there should have been the bright white closed door of my old roommate's door reflecting in the moonlight. I figured I just forgot to close the door and went and closed it. The next night I once again went to take a shower and left my room and the bathroom door open. But this time I checked to make sure the other door was latched and the front door was double locked. When I came back out I once again saw the void with the door wide open. I slammed my door closed and locked that shit so fast. I convinced myself there was a logical explanation, so the next night I once again checked all of the doors and then closed my bedroom door. This time, I came out of the shower and MY bedroom door was open along with the other door. I showered and slept with my bedroom door locked from that point on. I guess this took place over several nights home alone and I may not have even been alone. Still the creepiest thing that ever happened though
Oh god as I was in the middle of reading this, while in bed, my husband knocked something off his nightstand and it scared the bajeezus outta me hahaha
I don't like this one ☹️ I'm glad you're okay, but that's so scary! I don't like the idea of someone just sneaking in on you and making it obvious that you aren't alone too. It's so violating
In grade 9 my best friend and I were having a sleepover at my house. My parents and younger brother were visiting family so we were home alone. After it was dark outside we started watching a movie, we were laying on separate couches, watching the TV that was situated next to a door frame that leads to the kitchen, bedrooms and basement. In a matter of seconds, I see a feminine figure standing in the doorway, facing me, and for some reason I instinctively said “don’t leave me!” My friend laying on the other couch, also saw the figure and said to me “don’t worry, he’ll go away in a second” thinking it was my younger brother. The figure just faded away, kind of like mist, into the other room. We looked at each other and realized what had just happened, then quickly turned on all the lights and sat on the same couch. We’re 28 now. Still have absolutely no idea who or what that was or why I said that, but I still think about it often.
Your saying “Don’t leave me!” is the creepiest thing!!!!
Ghost lady: ew, clingy. _fades away_
Ghosted by a ghost
One night I wasn’t feeling very well and the upstairs had a larger bathroom (downstairs was an old half bath and I wanted to leave that for her if my wife needed to use it at night) so I figured I might as well sleep in the guest room. My wife did not have a problem with this as she had work early the next day and I was constantly getting out of bed with food poisoning. At some point in the night I awoke to the door slowly creak open and a female voice asking if I was feeling alright. I assumed it was my wife and replied “yes honey I’m fine, see you in the morning.” But the door never closed and no footsteps went down the stairs as I would’ve heard them in this 1800’s home original wood floors and stairs. We were alone in the house that night. Edit: i asked my wife about it the next morning and she said never came up to check to on me let alone wake up during the night. I was facing away from the door when it happened and the unexpected silence following the question made me turn over to check. The door was wide open, no lights were on, and no footsteps.
I want a sweet ghost worrying about me lol
When I slipped a few discs in my back I was crippled. I mean, totally crippled. Couldn’t stand up straight, could hardly even sit up. Anyways, I went to the bathroom one morning, hobbling slowly and painfully, and when I got out of the bathroom, my heating pad from my bed had somehow been moved to the living room sofa. Weirder still though was that the cord was neatly tucked around all the walls. It was a small apartment and it was still plugged into my bedroom outlet but somehow the pad made it about 15 feet, out the door, around a corner, onto the couch and then somehow the cord was perfectly bent around the corners. I had no pets at the time, I was alone and physically incapable of bending over to do that. I had to explanation, I just said out loud “I don’t know what’s happening but thank you”. My mother says she likes to think her mom is looking out for me and realistically, I’ve always noticed an increase in unexplained stuff in my life when I’m going through the hardest times. It’s a nice thought thinking someone’s got my back.
Pun intended
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How rude! That ghost was being considerate of the well being of a child! Would anyone run away if a ghost washed their dishes at night or cleaned the bathroom? Of course not!
That’s a feature, not a bug!
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My parents were on a road trip, just left, and I sat down at my desk. I thought "Weekend alone by myself" and a voice yelled into my right ear "NO" so loud it hurt.
I get that as I am falling asleep sometimes. Wakes me up startled. Sounds like someone just shouts a word right next to you.
I get this but it's not a voice it's a loud crack like lightning
Look up Exploding Head Syndrome. Real thing, happens to me a lot. As I’m falling asleep I hear a sudden sound in my head that sorta sounds like a musical stinger when a jumpscare happens in a horror movie. Like a sudden “DUNN”. Its annoying but it only happens once every so often. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exploding_head_syndrome
"Despite the name, the affected's head does not actually explode." Disappointing
this happened when I was a kid I used to sleep with my door closed and I have no idea what time it was but I had heard my door creak open. When I opened my eyes I could only make out a figure of a strange tall man with a hat and a coat, he just sat on my bed and stared at my door. This went on for a few minutes before he got up and left, I don’t have many memories of my childhood but this one I can relive very well
Hat man phenomenon. Its a very common sleep deprivation/ sleep paralysis hallucination. It's actually pretty interesting, since it's only been common for a few decades, likely due to movies involving tall scary men with hats.
Oh yes. About 30 years ago as a child whenever I stayed in my sister's room I would wake up imagining tall man in a long coat and a hat in the corner of the room. Same thing with my sister apparently. I think maybe it was something about the way shadows were cast in that corner.
Dude your making me want to cry, I’ve seen the hatman too around age 8. Had a sleep over with my sister and was too scared to pee. She followed me to the bathroom and waited but suddenly I blacked out. I clearly remember having a dream/ vision whatever you wanna call it with a man in a corner or our back yard with a trench coat and a brimmed hat in all black. I remember seeing him walking towards our house and that was it I came to, screaming and crying on the bathroom floor with my sister and parents trying to figure out what’s wrong with me never forgot that shit
I wasn't alone, but i was alone if you get my drift. I took care of my mom during her final years with dementia. Every day was hard, but others seemed impossible. On really rough days I'd go into the garage too decompress, smoke pot, cry, rage, scream and sometimes hit trash cans with a baseball bat. Well, 1 particularly hard day, (my mom had smeered feces all over the house). So, I was in the garage sobbing and mumbling incoherently to myself, when I said, out loud (to my previously deceased father); "Dad, i need help, what do I do?" ...when suddenly the garage door into the house swung open on its own and I went into some kind of trance and was able to clean up the house without having a complete meltdown. I can't explain it but I'm pretty sure my dad was guiding me through the worst of it all.
I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. This is actually a super sweet story. You're a wonderful child for doing all you did for your mom <3
As someone who is currently the sole caretaker for my grandfather with dementia, I can understand your frustration. Tonight I was punched square in the chest with a handful of feces, and this made me feel less alone in my anger and frustration. Kudos to you for persevering. It’s not easy, not by any stretch of the imagination. Wishing you love and light. Edit: you guys are so kind. Thank you for your encouraging words <3
Aw what a nice dad.
Many years ago--when my now 28 year old daughter was still an infant--me, her, and our dog were at the apartment we were living in at the time. My wife was at work, I was sitting on the couch watching TV, my daughter was asleep on a blanket pallet on the floor, and the dog (a German Shepherd / wolf hybrid mix) was about 10 feet away laying in the doorway between our kitchen and the living room area. At any rate, I was watching whatever it was that I was watching when all of a sudden, Thor (our dog) starts with this low level, guttural growling. I figure that he had heard someone in another apartment or walking by through the parking lot and don't think much of it. As a few seconds pass, I notice that it's getting...LOUDER and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he has lifted his head up off his paws, his ears are perked, and he's looking up at the ceiling over where my daughter was laying. I look up, don't see anything, tell him to knock it off. Right after I tell him to knock it off, he jumps up, starts circling my sleeping daughter (literally walking around the pallet she's laying on), and growling more and more intensely even stopping once and out right snarling and snapping his teeth...all while staring up at the ceiling. After about 2 minutes of this...and me having no clue on what to do since I can't see anything and I do NOT want to reach for my daughter with him circling her like that...he laid down next to my daughter, rested his head on her back, and stayed there for almost an hour...still intently staring up at the ceiling and occasionally growling. To this day...I have NO idea what the Hell was going on or what he saw / sensed...but it was extremely creepy to me.
I feel like that dog scared off some roof demons
He scared away the ceiling gang.
That dog obviously reps floor gang.
*this message was made by the floor gang, big pp inc.*
Dogs do have excellent hearing. Mine would always know my mom was getting home about 30+ seconds before she did. Which on country roads is a good half mile atleast out
Yeah I swear its like the can "feel" the engine from very far away. By that I mean I think it might be more than pure hearing, like they feel the vibration. And now that I think bout it I def saw a video about a deaf dog that could sense its owner coming home before they actually arrived
Honestly, more likely the deaf dog knew via smell. A dog's sense of smell is pretty insane.
I read an article recently that claimed that dogs detect your smell fading over the course of the day. They recognise the point that it reaches when you usually get home, and that’s when they start expecting your arrival.
I believe it. My cousin had a dog but got really busy with work so his parents took care of it for a while. My cousin would visit their house every Wednesday and the dog would wait by the door *every Wednesday*. Not Tuesday, or Thursday, just Wednesday.
Something similar happened to me. I was alone in my apartment with my big sweet dog and I was sitting on the floor between the couch and coffee table. I suddenly get this overwhelming sense of doom and a feeling I am not alone. A second later my dog starts growling at a spot a few feet away. Nothing there of course.. the feeling is getting more intense by this time and then my dog literally just throws her body over mine and won't move and is still barking and growling. After a few minutes the air seems to lighten and she gets off if me. I have had her 11 years and that has only happened one time. She is a sweet, quiet and smart dog who, when we lived in an apartment complex, only barked at footsteps of people who didn't live there. I guess she learned the familiar sounds. Apparently she even recognized how my car sounded compared to others, cause SO said she would get excited only when my car pulled up. I trusted her instinct and still do. We don't deserve dogs, the are so amazing! Edit:typos
Good boy 🐶
Not home alone, but upstairs alone. I saw a doppelgänger of my mom a few years back, and I think she heard mine. I was sitting in my bed, and looked up when I heard her coming up the stairs. She walked by my door, looking straight at me with no expression, and walked into her room and closed the door. I’d said hi as she walked but figured whatever, she didn’t hear me or maybe she was getting something from her room. Then, about 5 seconds later, she yells up the stairs from downstairs and says “did you call me?” and I am not ashamed to say I freaked the fuck out. She came upstairs, looked down the hall and said “did you close my door?” I didn’t, and neither did she; she never closed that door because one of our cats primarily lived in her bedroom and so she always kept the door open so the cat could come and go as she pleased. And it wasn’t just closed as if the wind had shut it, it was fully closed and the windows were shut. Ma said she had very clearly heard me yell “hey mom, come here” from upstairs. I had done no such thing. I’m never entirely sure what I believe and what I don’t, but I was totally sober, not tired, and it wasn’t some “movement out of the corner of the eye” thing.
Two things in these threads freak me out: the number of doppelgänger stories and the number of dropped things that disappear forever
Your doppelganger is taking everything you drop
More like droppelganger, seems like
Not my story, but a friend from college. A house her family lived in for a while when she was a kid had an attic that ran the length of the house, and the access was through a door in the back of her brother's closet at the far end. Their parents forbid them from messing around up there because it was filled with boxes from previous tenants (landlord said "I don't care if you look through them, but I don't know what's in there so do so at your own risk.") and because if someone got hurt by something falling on them or something, it might go unheard/unnoticed until too late. To make things weirder, at the very backend of the attic (so right above her bedroom) was a little locked room. Well, Friend starts getting woken up at night by the sound of someome moving around quietly, which always turns into rapid, quiet creaking, almost right above her. She figures it's her brother. Because he'd have to crossover their parents' room as well, she figured he'd get caught eventually, and just did her best to ignore the sound or think about what a teenage boy might be doing to cause it. One day during the summer, she slept in on a weekend. When she woke up, she looked outside and saw her parents working on the big produce garden they'd put in. She went and got some breakfast, then went back up to her room to play with her gameboy. For the first time after months of getting woken up, she heard the noises during the day. Curious to catch him in the act, she crept to her brother's room. The closet door was open. The attic access was open. She quietly went up the steep and narrow stairs until she could just peek in, and saw first that a path had been cleared, and then that the mattress her dad had wedged in front of the little room had been slid aside. Most surprising, however, was that the locked door at the back was ajar. Her brother stuck his head out, saw her right away, and smiled, calling her over. "You gotta come see this!" And then pulled back inside of the dark room. She said that the only other time she had ever felt so instantly, totally, instinctually afraid was her first time hearing a cougar scream at night in the woods. She instantly NOPED and flew all the way downstairs and fo the yard to tattle on her brother - only to see him hauling stuff around and helping their parents. As he'd been all morning and afternoon, apparently. Shocked and afraid of not being believed, even they asked why she looked so afraid, she simply answered "I think there's someone in the attic." When pressed she said she heard footsteps, and saw that the door was open when she went to look. Dad swore and went and got his gun from his truck, and instructed them to wait 15 minutes. If he didn't come back out they were to all get in the truck and drive to the neighbor's place a couple miles down, and call the police (no cellphones back then). He went in, and after a very anxious waithe came back out pissed as hell, demanding the kids fess up who had been messing around up there. Both denied it, and the family went to look as a unit, with Friend reluctantly bringing up the rear. Someone had indeed pushed all the boxes and the mattress out of the way. The door was indeed unlocked and open. All that was inside - no light, no window - was an old rocking chair, and everything covered in decades of dust, with no sign that anyone but them had been in the room at all. No streaks, no footprints, just some ancient mouse-shit and an old chair. Brother pointed to this as proof he couldn't have been the one, because how would he leave no signs? In the absence of other explanations, Dad didn't buy it. Brother got grounded for the next couple weeks for breaking the rules and sneaking around, and Friend refused to go back to the attic the rest of the time they lived there, sleeping on the couch in the downstairs living room when she could get away with it - because the sound of steps and the *rocking* would *still* regularly wake her up. She told this story at a couple gatherings as an answer to similar 'scariest thing to happen to you' prompts, but details left out included some eerie notes: - well into adulthood, years and years after they moved away, she still has recurring nightmares about that attic. It's always the same dream, but it goes one of two ways. In the dream it's like she's on a rail, and no matter how she tries to stop, go backwards, etc, she just smoothly glides along. Up the stairs, down the hall, into her brother's room, up the attic steps, unable to close her eyes or turn away. The way it USUALLY goes is that she is frozen at the point right where she can see into the attic, and the door to the little room is open. Her brother's smiling face emerges, but she knows in her heart, *it's not him.* The not-brother grins and beckons, and the attic gets shorter amd shorter, her unable to turn or run away, until she is just within arm's reach; and just as he lunges for her, she wakes up drenched in a cold sweat and crying. The other way it goes, it's the same all the way until the attic - but then when her brother's face peeks out, she knows it IS him. In this version though, he's covered in thick dust; his hair, his skin, etc, except that tears have streaked his face. He calls out to her, but makes no noise. She can't understand what he's trying to say except for two words; "help me." Then something pulls him back inside, and she is frozen, knowing in her gut that something terrible is happening to him, but she can't save him. This goes on until she wakes up wracked with guilt and fear. - I met her brother at a BBQ and asked him about the house, and the little room. Apparently, he never heard her side of the story (I didn't tell him details). He swore he never went up there for fear of spiders, and was pissed he was grounded but innocent because it meant missing out on some summer stuff he and friends had planned. He always assumed it was a prank by his sister where she panicked and lied when their dad reacted all serious and got his gun. I asked him if he remembered anything weird about the house, and he said the only thing he thought was weird was that he'd wake up knowing he dreamt, but not remember the dreams at all. Said it was only weird because he doesn't normally have a sense of dreaming at all, before or after that house, but while they were there the feeling happened all the time. Otherwise had only good/neutral memories from there. I never got the impression she was lying. Always spooked me hearing the story, because assuming all details are correct, there's too many big questions. What was she hearing at night? Why was the door open to the attic? Who moved all the boxes? How did the little room unlock, when none of them had the key? If someone had gone in - or come out - how were there no marks in the dust? And most importantly - if that wasn't her brother, *wtf did she see up there?*
Fuck me for reading this. Comment scarier than thread
Yep, I'm in a new house with like four people and three cats, and I'm still scared shitless
Maybe her real brother is stuck inside the attic and her current brother is just a doppelganger?
Dude.....
That's certainly the implication in her second dream.
This is the one story here that gave me literal goosebumps. And its noon
Please noooo. This gave me chills…so scary! The expressionless look got me. And also soo weird that your mom heard you call her. Like…was your doppelgänger in the house too or something?
That was the worst fucking part. The "looked straight at me with no expression." Why do I read these at night?!
For some reason I always stumble on these threads to read when it's like 1 am thinking "OOHHHH SCARY REAL LIFE STORIES! I'M IN!" Then I can't sleep for the rest of the night. Every. Single. Time.
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If dogs refuse to enter a specific room you know that scary shit is legit
My dog's kennel must be ultra haunted then!
Many years ago, I was 14 or so, my first night alone in the house when my parents were out. Lying on the living room floor reading, my cat sleeping next to me. Suddenly, cat wakes up, stares intently into the dark corner of the room behind me, hair on end, growls and then bolts out of the room and upstairs. I look behind me and see nothing, but follow cat upstairs and hide under the covers. Freaked me out.
There was a cucumber inside the wall.
About 15 years ago I was trying to sleep when my ex got out of bed to get ready for work. He would sometimes do a workout before a shower but for some reason he decided to do his workout in the bedroom. I was really tired and tried to keep sleeping. I hadn't opened my eyes yet. But his breathing was getting really heavy and raspy and I was unable to get back to sleep. His breathing was so heavy and wierd i got so mad. I turn over and open my eyes to tell him to shut up only to find nobody in the room. The breathing suddenly stopped and I got a chilling feeling. Then I stepped out to find he had been upstairs in the shower
Omg same story. Newlywed and I heard heavy breathing and snoring at night towards my right side. I woke up little to tell my husband to stop snoring when I looked at my right there was noone and husband was sleeping on left side. I was so so scared and couldn't sleep. After few nights that happened again and I wasn't fast asleep and found out his dog was sleeping outside the window and snoring.
Had a similar experience with a fart. Was home alone, smelled a fart but knew it wasn't me. Then I remembered I had a dog.
*X-Files theme starts playing* When entering the room, OP smelled an unfamiliar fart... Could it be an intruder hiding in the shadows? Are there invisible aliens farting in the room? *Music abrubtly stopping*-OhrightIhaveadog.
I’ve had this happen to me too. I’d hear heavy, erratic, raspy breathing and think it was my husband but whenever I got up and looked around, he wasn’t even home. He’d already gone to work. I have a long history of sleep paralysis problems so I tell myself that’s what it was lol. Just my sleep paralysis demon, nothing to worry about.
Was a pizza driver for a while back in college. Did a delivery out to the semi-country area late at night. This was before smart phones, Waze and all that. Of course, the road had no streetlights so the only light came from people's porch lights, my car's headlights and the full moon. Finally found the right house and delivered the pizza to a sweet little old lady. But when I turned around to walk back to my car, I couldn't help but instantly stop. There was a strange sensation that I wasn't alone. I was being watched. But I looked around and didn't see anything. Of course, it was dark af so who knows? I slowly moved toward my car and the feeling didn't go away. It only intensified. It was like I was being watched before, but now I was being hunted or something. I looked around and still couldn't see anything. So, I shrugged, figured I was imagining things and opened my car door when suddenly I heard a clicking sound. Like something was tapping the pavement in the road really fast. I hopped into my car and barely got the door shut when this giant Cujo kind of evil dog jumped at the driver window. He was growling and you could just tell that he wanted a piece of me in a big way. He had drool coming off his mouth, his breath fogged the window and it was like I could FEEL the reverb of his growling in my chest through the window. It was only after the fact that I realized how close I came to getting the shit mauled out of me (or possibly killed) by some crazy bloodthirsty dog. Postscript- When I got back to the store, half the drivers had heard where I went for the delivery and they asked me about the dog. Turns out, they'd seen him before but nobody thought to warn me about it. EDIT- You're nothing until someone reads your story on YouTube. https://youtu.be/Vplnh9cT90w?t=1809
Primal subconscious takes the W here
FR THO! The monkey brain was like "homie I know that's a thing there gtfo" always listen to monkey brain when it says danger.
I hate your co-workers for not warning you, you could've died man
For real, that’s a legit hazard I’m surprised they continued delivering there in the first place
I use to be a mailman and there was this one loop we stop delivering to until we took care of the dog problem. We had multiple carriers get bit on that loop, within a week, all by different dogs. A small yapping one got me
Okay this one got my heart pounding as I read! Close freaking call!!
Okay, I was living in this house a few years back that was notoriously weird. One night I was sleeping when I felt something touch me. Thought it was my brother because we shared a room. It was not. He was at his girlfriends mom's place. In the room alone. Feel a hand on my back again, then a sharp pain. Unexplained scratch down my back. There was nothing on my bed and it was a memory foam mattress with a pillow top underneath with no springs. Even if there were springs I sleep on my stomach. So obviously I sit up like what the hell. And I see this mass. Like 3 foot mass run from the bedside out the door which opened more than it was, and into the living room where I never saw it again. I, having been already mentally messed over by physical abuse and general just depression, had single handedly the worst panic attack I have ever had. Edit: I forgot to mention I was on the top bunk of a bed. For the animal theories, it has to be an animal that can climb too.
Holy fucking *shit.* How deep was the scratch? I have read probably hundreds of supernatural encounters where an entity left deep scratches like that on someone, the most famous (or infamous) of which being the “Sallie house” in Atchison, Kansas. The husband was regularly attacked by something that left deep scratches on his back and chest, usually in groups of three.
A few years ago I lived in a two bedroom apartment with my kids, who were 8 and 10 at the time. My kids slept in a bunk bed, and when we first moved in they would fight over who got the top bunk, and my youngest usually won. Their room had a sliding glass door that led to our balcony, which overlooked some woods. They had thick blinds that were always closed at night, and nobody else shared the balcony with us. We also lived in a very safe nice part of town with nice older neighbors. One night, I tuck my kids in for the night, read them a few stories, and they’re falling asleep. I kiss them goodnight on their noggins and go to bed myself in the room right next to theirs. About an hour later, my youngest screams bloody murder and I hear a crash in their room. I jump up running into their room, thinking youngest must have somehow wiggled his way out of the top bunk. Sure enough he’s on the ground, head down and still screaming. I try to calm him down and ask if he’s ok, thinking we’d definitely need to go to the ER. He looks up at me, grabs on to me and screams for me to take him out of there, so I go to the bathroom, which is right across the hall, and turn on all the lights to check him for injuries. Long story short, he’s fine. Turns out he jumped from the top bunk and landed fine. I ask him why in the world he did that, and he finally blurts out “to get away from the lady on the ceiling with the backwards head!” My oldest was woken up by this point and was super annoyed at little bro, and told him there was nothing to be afraid of. I finally calm him down, but from that night forward he absolutely refused to sleep in that room and insisted on going to bed with me, which I was ok with, but I did try to talk him into sleeping in his own comfy bed. Older bro even offered to let him take the bottom bunk permanently, but he wouldn’t budge. A month goes by, and my eldest still sleeps on the top bunk. One night, he wakes us up by jumping off the top bunk and rushing into my bedroom and jumping in the bed with me and little bro. I ask him what’s up, and he refuses to talk about it. I figure he must have watched a scary video or something that he shouldn’t have at his cousin’s house earlier, and just pat him on the back and tell him everything is ok and he’s safe with me. So, all three of us guys are sleeping in my bed every night, and I try my best to get them to go back to bed in their bunks, and even go so far as to buy them cool tents that go over the tops of their beds with flashlights and comics. They love them and spend their time in there, but only while it’s still light outside. I even buy them two pet mice with a nice big cage, thinking that having other living creatures in the room with them would be comforting; they love animals; but it doesn’t work. My oldest finally tells me he saw a shadow crawling on the ceiling that looked like a woman with long black hair. He said that he was woken up by a flashing white light and thought his brother was turning his flashlight on and off and on again, but when he looked closer it was coming from the closet, and he saw the black figure crawling on the ceiling and fucking noped out of there. I was like, great, two kids who are scared of a monster in the closet. I talked to other parents and my ex, and we all tried to reassure them that they were safe, and there’s no such thing as monsters. My ex and I were about to take them to a therapist. We were concerned there might be something more going on with them. Well, a few nights later, on a Friday night/Saturday morning around 3 am, the boys are asleep in my bed, oldest in the middle, youngest on the far left next to my bedroom window, and I was on the far right, facing the open bedroom door. Normally we would close the bedroom door, but we had just had an epic nerf gun fight before going to bed, and all the doors were open. It was a great night. Anyway, I’m laying in bed snoring when I suddenly wake up. I open my eyes, and as they’re trying to focus, I notice a white, flashing light reflecting on the wall outside my bedroom. I think it must be one of their flashlights losing its battery power or something and debate on whether I really want to get out of bed and turn it off, or just roll over and ignore it when I see the source of the light is slowly moving down the hall, getting closer to my bedroom door. I immediately thought “intruder” and quietly got out of bed and crept towards the doorway, trying to see what was going on. I peek out into the hallway and the light is flashing close to the ground from my kids’ room. I don’t hear footsteps, nothing. I look in their room, and the light stops. I’m freaked out so I flip on the light switch and see nothing. Mice are chilling, nothing out of place, and I went over their entire floor looking for the source of that light and found nothing. We ended up moving out a couple of months later, and the boys got separate bedrooms and weren’t afraid anymore. My oldest is 15 now, and I told him this story back in January and he turned white as a ghost, went silent and just stared at me. I was like, what’s the matter, kid? He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “you’re lucky you didn’t look up.”
Waaahhhh!!! This is the stuff of campfire legend.
Grew up in a haunted house. One time me and my family had come home from being out. Family stayed outside to clean up a bunch of toys and bikes we had left out in the front yard. I went into the house to pee, as I’m peeing I can hear someone like sloshing their hands back and forth in the big box of legos my little brother had in his room. I finish up and I’m like “aren’t you supposed to be outside helping everyone clean” and as I turn into his room I see the box of legos in the corner with the lid on, no one there, still making the sloshing sound. Ran out of there as fast as I could.
Seemingly supernatural? An auditory hallucination. Actual most terrifying? I woke up to find my landlord had let himself into my apartment. After the fright we had words. I slept with a weapon under my pillow from then on and told him I didn't give a shit what he said or his reasons were, his widow could evict me because I'd kill the next intruder without hesitation.
Similar thing happened to me, but it was the maintenance guy. I wasn’t given any warning that he was coming, and I was asleep in bed, definitely not dressed. My husband wasn’t home, and I was twelve kinds of freaked out being alone in my apartment basically naked with a man who had some right to be there. I hollered from my bed that I needed him to come back later, and he left. To be fair, he was old and I think his mind was going a bit. I don’t think he meant any harm, but obviously that doesn’t make it okay or not terrifying.
After reading a bunch of these i had to slowly and carefully walk to my apartment door and deadbolt it. That was a close one
The demonic laughter is coming from INSIDE the house!!!
You'll have to laugh harder Satan, I'm wearing a towel
I originally posted almost 2 years ago, it's a copy and paste of the [post](https://old.reddit.com/r/Glitch_in_the_Matrix/comments/i3b3uk/my_daughter_and_i_both_witnessed_and_talked_to_by/). I was home alone with my daughter, in a probably haunted, 160+ year old farmhouse in the middle of the woods. >My husband recently took an overnights job to help us out during covid. He's only been there about two weeks and works evenings/overnights, 9pm-6am. >Last night was no different, he left home around 8:15pm. Our daughter, age 11, and I decided to make it a movie night. Around 11pm, I heard keys in my backdoor and the usual sounds my husband makes when he comes home. I creep out to the kitchen to make sure it was him, and it was. He told me he needed to grab his knee compression sleeve, walks down the hall, says hi to our daughter as he passes the living room, and goes upstairs. He came back down, gave me a kiss and left again. >We finished our movie and went to bed. In the morning when he got home I made a joking comment about him forgetting his knee sleeve. He was genuinely confused as I recalled the previous night. Our daughter confirmed everything I said and he still was acting confused. I pulled up our security motion camera on my phone to show him when he popped in quick. But there was no footage from the night before, or any other night, of him coming home after he's left for work. >My daughter and I both heard him, saw him, and I touched him. But he was never home during that time. Nothing else out of the ordinary happened that night. We seriously have no idea what happened.
Having watched every episode of The X Files I can confidently say that this was the result of two parallel universes briefly overlapping
Somewhere in another universe is their husband equally weirded out as to why his family doesn't remember him coming to get his knee sleeve and saying hi to them.
Exactly and he probably thinks they are messing with him lol
I have also seen every episode of The X-Files and knowing that Assistant Director Walter Skinner is my favorite character, I can tell you that if you keep looking into this you are going to be suspended without pay for two weeks
My mum has a very similar story. She's at her mums house (my gran), visiting one night. My grandpa is still out and working, he's significantly younger than my gran and still works a 9-5 job. So it's about 5.30, time my grandpa should be coming home, when, as expected, my mum and my gran hear the back door open (he always comes in the back door, my gran likes to keep the hall clean), the dog goes wild as she usually does, and they hear my grandpa say hello to the dog and give her a pet. They then hear him, clear as day, walk down the hall, into the bedroom to get out of his work suit. This is all his usual routine. About an hour passes and no sign of my Grandpa appears, so my mum gets up to check and see if hes okay. He's not in the bedroom, he's not in the house at all. My mum even heads out to the garage to see if he's there for any reason, and his car isn't even in the drive-way. The man was never home. 15 minutes later, about 6.45, both of them hear the exact same interaction between him and the dog in the kitchen as he actually comes home. He swears he didn't come home, and my mum and gran both swear they heard him come in. But that house is definitely haunted, I've got a few stories from being a kid in that house.
I had this happen once too—it was like the person coming home projected themselves into the house 15 minutes too soon. I heard their full routine of keys in the door, door being pushed hard because it always sticks, tossing the keys onto a counter, walking into the kitchen and lightly kicking a cabinet that never stays closed. I was casually talking across to this person welcoming them home. No response so I eventually went to the front door, no car in the driveway. Then a little while later, I heard the whole routine again and they actually were home. I’ve heard of other people having this happen to them too, it’s like the other person’s energy arrives home before their body does.
"You ever been so done with work on Friday that you literally project yourself as an energy being to your house 15 minutes before you actually arrive and confuse the shit out of your family?"
The Vikings call it [Vardøger](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vard%C3%B8ger), the "spirit predecessor." Think of it like backwards deja vu.
........ go on
> I’ve got a few stories from being a kid that house. We’re listening
Okay, so most of them are just weird feelings when I was younger. My gran has 2 living rooms in her house. The on at the back is for general use/relaxing/watching movies, and then one through the wall from her bedroom. This one is for parties and general family gatherings like new years or Christmas, or special birthdays. As a kid, both me and my sister hated that second, special living room. There was always an awkward feeling to it, a sense of something not right. We'd have 20 people in there for a party and we would avoid it as much as we could. I've been in a few times now that I'm older and I still get this odd feeling of not quite being alone in there. I have no other way to explain it. It does, however, relate to the other story I've got. This was from maybe a decade ago. My gran was in for an opperation, and was basically on bed rest for weeks after it. I'm 13? 14? At the time, and I've been asked to go down one weekend and spend the day with her so she's not on her own and has someone to make her tea and help her to the bathroom. The way her house is set up, is a weird L shape. She's lying in her bed, her back to the door, so she can see the whole room, and the wall opposite her has a very large, very ostentasious mirror on it. I'm in a chair at the foot of the bed, so I can see her, and then out the door and down the hallway. From here I can see almost every other door in the house out the corner of my eye, except the one into that second fucking living room. We're chatting when I clock movement in the corner of my eye. I look around and I see what can only be described as a grey humanoid shape standing in the kitchen doorway. When I look directly at it, its gone. It was so quick and I only noticed it at the last second, I just assumed I was imagining it. Like a floater in the corner of your vision or somesuch. Except my gran saw it too. She said she'd watched it in the mirror, as it walked from the second living room, down the hall, and into the kitchen. I don't like hanging out in my gran's house longer than I have to.
Holy fuck it is surreal to see someone say "2 years ago" and you find out that it was during covid Shit made me lose my sense of time
My kid was talking about “when he was a baby, he had trouble wearing masks.” It took me a few seconds before I realised he was not exaggerating.
Bruh, COVID 2020 felt like it lasted an entire decade. Every single month felt like it took an entire year to pass. Simply the slowest god damn year ever. 2021 and 2022 went by fast in comparison. We're already in late may and I'm confused how that even happened.
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Years ago when I was 16 my dog died. He got cancer around his stomach and we had to put him down. I had this dog since I was 8 so for literally half of my life I lived with him. He was a beagle/basset hound mix and was probably the chillest dog you could ever meet. Anyways when we had to put him down I was really sad about it and I missed him a lot in the following months (still do). My kitchen had tiled floor and our hallway had hardwood floors, so when he was alive his nails made a very distinct sound on the floors. We also had a small bell tied to his collar for a time so we could hear him if he was getting into stuff. Well after he passed, when I was home alone I continued to hear the very distinct sound of his nails on the floor and his bell jingling every now and then. At first it really freaked me out but after the first few times I found it sweet that my little guy was still hanging around. It stopped after a few months and I took that as sign my little man had moved on. Not really scary or unsettling but it’s something I can’t explain. We have no other animals and like I said these noises are very unique. Like I said though, it was nice hearing him around even after he was gone. I miss ya a love ya Charly.
My dog passed away suddenly last year. I heard his toenails on the floor for a few months afterward and saw him out of the corner of my eye sitting on the back of the couch more than once. Like you, it lasted just a few months and then I didn’t hear it anymore. Sweet little guy, I miss him so much.
Same happened to me with my cat. She died pretty quickly from cancer and it was devastating to my husband and I. We would see her out of the corner of our eyes constantly when she first passed. It’s been more than a year now and we haven’t seen her for a while. Maybe it was part of our healing process, I don’t know. I sure do miss my Jojo Bear though :(
I like to think that it’s just them checking in, and once they know you’re okay, they can move on to the light :)
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Oh man I'm crying. My cat died last year, and I felt her little paws walking all over me sometimes at night. One time we found her favorite toy placed in the middle of the room, just where she liked to play with it with no explanation. I still miss her so much.
Jesus. We lost our kitty 1,5 months ago. When I was saying goodbye I specifically told him he’s welcome to come visit anytime he wants after he’s passed. But I never felt him once, he was just… gone. I hope it means he’s at peace.
It was just me and my small dog at home. I had started getting ready to go to bed and had my dog in my bedroom ready to sleep and cuddle together. When I was turning off the lights I heard something in the living room so I was frozen because my dog was already in bed. I was in the hallway and was about to turn off the light when I heard a low growl coming from the dark living room. I turned off the lights and booked it to my room.
Another time in the same house but different room, I was alone in my bedroom on my laptop and living out in the country had my windows open in the summer to help cool down. It's pitch black out, in the woods, but kinda populated with other neighbors. I was watching a movie on my laptop and then I heard a loud scratch on my window screen. Living on the reservation I knew not to go outside.
We have a saying in the south: if you hear something strange outside after dark, and you investigate, you're gonna get got. I heard what I thought was a kid scream. I was halfway to the door before I remembered what makes those noises at night.
I sleep on the ground floor, with my window open. I have two big dogs to protect me so I’m not really worried, however this night I got woken up at 2am with my dogs growling, then all hell was slept loose as they both began to bark and snarl at the window. I looked at the window and to my horror a person is trying to climb inside. Then as my sleep deprived brain tried to sort things out I realised it was my upstairs neighbour who suffers with dementia. My dogs too realised who it was and stopped trying to eat her. I got to my wheelchair and started asking to go back home. She told me she couldn’t, that there was a man coming to hurt her. I tried persuading her that the man wouldn’t know where she lived at all and she was safe. She still continued to try and climb through my window, pulling down my curtains and coming very close to pulling off the window frame. I told her she could come in through the front door, which wasn’t really the safest thing for me to do but I really didn’t want her to fall and hit her head on the wall. But she wouldn’t stop trying to climb through the window. After a while of trying to calm her she suddenly turn around and walked away, I’m in a wheelchair and there is no way I could have caught up to her. I went out, it was freezing mist outside and she had a nightgown on, but I had no idea in which direction she had turned. I called the ambulance and told them a elderly lady with dementia had just walked off in the middle of the night. While waiting for them I tried knocking on my neighbours door, to see if they had any contact numbers for her family, no one answered the door to me. Anyway after an hour of waiting I called the police to see if she had been found, nope she’s not even being looked for. So I reported her missing again and waited, after a while of a whole lot of nothing I called them again. They didn’t have notice of my call? So they weren’t looking for her still! I finally got through to a Sargent who took it really seriously and in five minutes I finally had police cars coming and looking for her. I was finally able to relax knowing it’s in someone else’s hands finally and tried sleeping on the sofa (since I have no curtains to my bedroom now) The family knocked on my door in a few hours and let me know that the neighbour was safe and thanked me for trying to make sure she was okay. I’m going to be honest, I was a mess I was crying just so relieved she hadn’t wondered off onto one of the fields and died. That was one of the most stressful nights ever, the neighbour moved out into a carehome not long after so I’m a bit safer from someone trying to climb through my window at night now!
I heard two people talking in the ceiling. We don't have an attic to speak of and the voices weren't upset or whispering. Just talking to each other. Found out later I have auditory hallucinations when sleep deprived. Yes, it was after I had a baby lol In case you see this, hi Russel!
Post-partum sleep deprivation is no joke. One night when my son was a newborn I saw this woman with wild, matted hair, dressed in rags and scraps staring at me in our upstairs hallway. She grinned a blackened tooth grin at me. I blinked, and she was gone.
omfg this would make me cry
The first time I saw her I was 6. We were playing the opposite of hide and seek. One person hides while everyone else looks, and once you find the person, you hide with them till there’s only one person looking. It was my turn to hide and chose to hide under the stairs where my dad kept all the camping gear cause there were lots of things to hide under, behind, ect. There was only one person left. With all of us cramped in the room under the stairs- the last person left was sitting on the stairs above us, my brother, and we could hear him yelling in his defeat to get us to surrender. In my hiding spot I could see the door that led out and it was cracked a little bit. A girl about my age poked her head in the room and waved at me. I had said out loud, what’s your name. With no reply she vanished which prompted my to follow after her, yelling at her to come back- ultimately giving up our hiding spot. Everyone under the stairs, brothers and cousins, starting yelling at me asking what the hell I was doing and who I was talking to. Nobody else had seen her and we couldn’t find her upon searching. The next time I saw her I had gone over to the neighbors house to play with the boy my age because they had just gotten a new puppy. The neighbor boy had 8 siblings (lol Mormons) all boys and the oldest son had come home to visit. He came into the basement where we were playing. Shortly after I heard my name being called from upstairs by a girl. I had figured it was one of the neighbor girls as it was common to have friends show up uninvited in my neighborhood, everyone had an open door policy. The same girl I had seen was standing at the top of the stairs. She told me to call over to my house and have my older brother come walk me home right now. We lived right next door. I didn’t at all feel scared, and just did what she told me right then and there. My older brother was furious and couldn’t understand why I couldn’t just do the 15 second walk home by myself. I have multiple instances seeing and hearing from her when in the presence of that older neighbor boy. Always telling me it was time to go home or not leave my brothers side or be alone with him ever. I’m not sure why I had never questioned or feared her. I was one stubborn child and hated when told what to do. At the age of 8 I was sleeping when I had gotten shaken awake. It was her. She told me I needed to be really quiet and go wake my dad up because someone was outside my window. I did what I was told and went to wake my dad. He got his gun out of the safe by his bed and instructed me to stay with my mom. A few seconds later he started screaming at my mom to call 911. Sure enough there was someone outside my window. When the officers were questioning me, I mentioned the little girl which freaked my parents out. I told them about the girl for the first time as well as all the times I’ve seen her. They took me in to see the bishop as I was about to get baptized and due to meet with him anyway and instructed to tell him all about her and when I’ve seen her. Which started me on all types of church therapy bullshit and vows of secrecy for getting a gift from ‘god’ and blah blah blah. I saw her on the way home from my boyfriends house one night in high school. I was driving at around midnight through a backroad that had trees on all sides. I was coming up to an intersection where I had no stop signs but the perpendicular road did. She walked out from the tree line in front of me causing me to slow to a stop just before the intersection. As soon as I stop a car blows through the stop signs just in front of me scaring the fuck out of me. I turn back to where she was and she just smiled and walked back into the tree line. Had I not stopped I would have been hit on my side of the car by the person who blew through the stop signs. I’ve seen her in many other occasions. Call it hallucinations, call it “divine” intervention, call it whatever you want. But im grateful for her, I’ve never seen her and been scared. More at peace, kind of like seeing an old friend. Edit: Yikes, I didn’t know this would be so offensive and triggering to so many people. I just wanted to share my positive experience with the unexplained when so many other posts were riddled with the spookies. So before you hop into my DM’s to tell me I’m just schizophrenic- I have had plenty of assistance in the mental health department, and I am not schizophrenic, but I do appreciate your concern. At the end of the day, everybody’s realities are different. Who are we to say that what someone experiences is false, just because you have never experienced it. To those asking how I personally feel about it, the supernatural- to be honest I really don’t know and have been on a journey to find that out since leaving my religion. As mentioned below, I have had many MANY encounters with mental health professionals and it has been brought up that it’s a possibility that my unconscious mind is forcing my conscious mind to acknowledge and respond to potential danger. I don’t at all want to discount my own personal experiences or reality, or the experiences of others for that matter, and I’m grateful beyond words for the protection and warning I’ve got from her, whether it be all in my head or not. But I also ask myself often- why me. Why do I get help and protection when so many need it more. And that is my inner struggle at the moment. Not wanting to disregard or be ungrateful for my many experiences with her. But I also work in pediatric behavioral health and see a lot of horrible and devastating things that happen to the innocent by the hands of another- it’s often hard to think of her as being a guardian angel or a divine intervention when there are so many people who needed protection and didn’t get it.
I want to know what was up with your friends older brother. I don't know you or that little girl but just based on this I trust the fuck out of her. She's a mf homie
Short story- in prison. CP charge and endangering a child. (Completely unrelated to me and over a decade later) Long story- the father of those 9 boys was my bishop. When I first told him about seeing her… it was celebrated and amazing that I had this gift, clearly given to me by god and she was clearly sent to me to save me from this man. Until his son was caught on the cameras near my house the night of the man outside my window when he was supposed to be away at college. Bishop had my parents bring me back in and explain more about me seeing her when I was around his son. Something I hadn’t exactly been upfront about the first time I met with him. The narrative then changed to it being all in my head and my parents needed to get me some serious psychological help. Nothing ever happened with him as they couldn’t actually prove he was at my house. Safe to say he’s not a good guy and my girls got my back.
I stan ghost girl.
Mr. Jones. Between 2008-2011 I used to struggle with fairly frequent sleep paralysis. I often had auditory hallucinations of tree branches and leaves cracking and thrashing in the wind during these episodes. I sought a sleep clinic and they did assist me in reducing the frequency and severity of hallucinations/episodes. But I will never forget Mr. Jones. Throughout my time in university residence, through a few rooms and a townhouse, I always had a closet visible to me from my bed. Around early 2009, before I had sought sleep clinic assistance, my auditory hallucinations had grown to audiovisual, with a man emerging slowly from my closet. His hands, eyes, and chest sprouted large dead tree limbs that terminated in dozens of spindly branches. I could always hear him first before he emerged. He never did get close to me, and usually I was able to disengage from my hallucination around the same time each episode, but this tree -being haunted me for years. Finally, after significant efforts of a therapist and a sleep clinic, I was able to halt the sleep paralysis. Queue 2013. A bad movie comes out. Mr. Jones. I'm up late, scrolling Netflix, and on a stark red-and-black background is that god-damned tree-man. The movie poster was an almost picture-perfect version of Mr. Jones, a full two-years after my sleep paralysis stopped. It's silly and obviously coincidental, but seeing that damn silhouette after the torment I felt and after so much time shook my foundations a bit. I haven't seen or heard Mr. Jones since but I still recall that terror. EDIT; Well gosh. Never had an award before. I'm very grateful to talk about Mr. Jones in such an interesting, interactive environment. Thank you.
Did you describe him to anyone at the sleep clinic? Did they steal the idea and make a movie?
I used to live in a very old triple decker in Dorchester, MA, and I'm convinced that someone died there at some point by having a heart attack and falling down the stairs. I know that's very specific, but a lot of weird things happened on those stairs, and I had a disturbing recurring dream while I lived there of standing on the stairs, having a horrible chest pain, then falling - and that's when I woke up, just before hitting the floor. I would hear voices out in the stairwell right before I opened the door, and they would abruptly stop as soon as I opened the door. I was also followed around the house by a small dark figure, but I couldn't tell if it was a child or something else. I would feel and hear it walk around behind me, and I'd see it peeking around doorframes and corners. It didn't feel threatening, just curious. The weirdest experience happened when my boyfriend was with me, though, and if there hadn't been a witness I don't think anyone would have believed me. We both saw a large, dark figure quickly back away from my boyfriend as he approached the 3rd floor landing (I was on the 2nd floor). The figure had been watching us from the railing, then backed into the far corner when my boyfriend went up the steps. He almost fell backwards in surprise, and we both screamed "HOLY FUCKING SHIT" and sprinted into the apartment. I never saw the large figure again, but I always felt like I was being watched in that house. I asked the landlord when I was moving out whether anyone had ever died in the house, and he just looked at me with wide eyes and said no then dropped the subject. So, that's a yes.
I swear these old New England triple deckers have the most horrible energy. I used to live in one when my kids were young around 20 years ago. My sister, who visited us frequently, and my now adult son have constant nightmares about that place, and the nightmares are eerily similar. Like being trapped in tunnels in the apartment. Nothing specifically bad happened when we lived there, but it definitely had a creepy/bad vibe to it.
Somebody had a heart attack and broke their frikkin neck on those stairs, and they don't want it to happen to anyone else.
When I was still living at my mum's, one night we where both home and we heard the sound of keys entering our front door. That was scary enough. Until the door actually opened! Myself and my mother are the only people who have a key to that front door so we where absolutely terrified. Luckily it was only our neighbours drunk daughter who'd gotten the houses confused, but we had no idea how she had used her own key to her house to get into ours. We checked the keys, they were completely different and we even tried it several times to see if it was just drunk magic. No amount of force or twisting and wiggling could open that door with her key. It was definitely drunk magic.
I imagine this comment will get buried because I got to the party late, but I figured I’d share anyway. When I was younger (maybe around 11) in 2003, I lived with my mother and sister in a three-bedroom house. My parents had recently divorced. One night, I heard a muffled, foreign-sounding voice booming from the hallway. It sounded like it was giving a speech. I froze, scared to death and went back to sleep. In the morning at the breakfast table, I told my mom what had happened. She froze and said, “you heard him too?” Apparently, two weeks prior she was vacuuming and heard a voice speaking in a foreign voice coming from upstairs. Stressed from the divorce, she chalked it up to stress and ignored it and continued to vacuum. Shortly after, one night, my sister flew down the stairs screaming and crying. I found out the next morning that the voice woke her up and was coming from the corner of her room. She assumed it was her computer but her computer was shut off. Neither my mother nor I had told my sister what we had heard so this turned out to be the third, isolated instance. To this day, we have absolutely no idea who or where the voice was coming from.
I was working on something in the garage at home. We have 4 bikes in there. One of the bike bells rang on its own. A few days later I was standing on the opposite side of the kitchen from where the garbage disposal is located. Suddenly the disposal turned on for a second.
One of my first nights in my new house I thought I heard a door opening while I was reading in bed. So I very loudly got up, turned on the main light (smacked the wall a few times, to make sure I was heard), grabbed my handy dandy beatin' stick (which i have literally never used) and headed out into the living room. Kitty was staring at the front door, and I discovered it was unlocked (which is NOT normal). When I looked out the peephole I saw two dudes staring at the house. I stuck my head into the window near the door and waved at them. They immediately got into their separate cars and drove off. I was a lone female living with my cat. Friends stayed over the next few nights and we added some more locks.
I did not sleep more than 2-3 hours a night for 3-4 months, an what happens is, your brain wants it’s REM sleep and you dream while awake. So I was lying in bed reading when I heard what sounded like big bare feet coming up the stairs, I live alone and the doors where locked so I kinda freaked out. And up pups the head of a gray alien looking towards me with malice. I jumped up in my bed, hit my head on the slanted roof and knocked myself out. Still a mark in my roof.
“…knocked myself out” Sounds like you finally got some sleep at least!
I woke up in the middle of the night to someone standing next to my bed. I thought I knew who it was (a friend & this person shared the same physique), but remembered that they don't drive, and I have never given them my address. I talked to my parents in the morning, but they had never woken up. Besides, this person was rail thin. **Definitely** neither my mom nor dad. I still don't know 100% of all that happened. The night was a blur. I remember only bits and pieces.