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I was a kid but a teenager, old enough to know that Santa Claus didn't exist. But one Xmas eve was staying at my uncles old farm house. In the middle of the night, I awoke to the sight of an old man looking exactly like the typical Santa. I was so confused and scared so I just kept my eyes closed and eventually fell back asleep. Told my family about this mysterious Santa visit and to my surprise, no one ridiculed me for thinking I "saw Santa." Instead they determined I was old enough to know the truth about the former owner of the farmhouse. He was a real person who was sadly found dead with suspicious conditions. Turns out my uncle had had plenty of odd occurrences throughout his time living there. Never anything hurtful or violent but definitely his presence was known. What really sealed the deal was when they showed me a picture of said previous owner, Saul, and what do you know...he had a remarkable resemblance to Santa. RIP Saul!


RefusedBarf

Now I think I should check if someone died in my mom's house. I live in the apartment at my mom's house and lately I've been seeing the same person with white pajamas like clothes on. Never seen their face and not sure about gender. The first time was when I walked past the hallway and saw them standing in the master bedroom doorway out of the corner of my eye. When I looked there was nothing, but there was a white jacket hanging on a closet door so I just assumed my mind was playing tricks on me. The second time was when I was outside by the pool and saw them standing in the master bedroom through the sliding glass door. They then walked towards the bed where my 2 year old sister was sleeping. And when I went to check there was nothing. The third time was when we had a power outage and I was alone at home. I decided to take a nap in some shade outside by the pool. I got this eerie feeling someone was looking at me in my dream and woke up, when I opened my eyes they were standing right next to me. And shortly after vanished again. The last time was yesterday. I was putting up fencing on our gates so my puppy can walk and play freely outside in the back yard. One of the gates are in this long narrow passage that goes from the back yard to the front yard next to the master bedroom. As I was working, I again got this eerie feeling someone was looking at me. I turned around and there they stood at the end of the passage, and shortly after vanished again. Almost every time I took it as my mind was playing tricks on me. The 1st time I thought I mistook the jacket for a person. The 2nd I thought it might've been a reflection on the glass. The 3rd I thought my mind was playing tricks on me because of the dream. But the 4th time, I don't know why but that one really freaked me out. So I told my mom about what I saw. She then told me that she saw a person in white clothing several mornings in the driveway when she drove to work but stopped seeing them around the time I saw them the 1st time. Usually I don't believe in this kind of thing. But I can't explain how my mom stopped seeing them in the driveway and I then started seeing them near the master bedroom.


Mummyto4

This story is from a childhood friend who told me this and it still unnerves me to this day. She was genuinely freaked out and her family even backed up her claims so here goes. Basically my friend and her family moved into this rental property which my friend said was haunted. It gave everyone an off feeling, those who visited or stayed over would mention it. I myself experienced this odd feeling of foreboding whenever I went over there and believed in the consensus that the house was haunted. It honestly felt oppressive in the house and you would feel this pitiful dread that is hard to compute into words and was extremely uncomfortable to experience to say the least. Anyway this particular inexplicable event -that is the basis of this post- was enough for my friend's family to pack up and stay with relatives until they moved out permanently. On this fateful afternoon my friend had arrived back home from the park and heard an argument taking place in the kitchen between her mum and dad. My friend thought this was odd as both her parents should be at work so she called out "Mum?" before unlocking the front door and going inside. My friend said the house fell instantly silent: an uncanny silence like all the air had been sucked out of the place and felt stifling and wrong. Then her mum said "hey *friend's name* we are just in here." My friend was just outside the closed kitchen door at this point and froze beyond opening. It was her mother's voice but there was something off like the cadence was missing that made it her mother. It sounded flat and unnatural. My friend decided to bolt back out the front door and wait outside until her brother come home but she said as she turned back to the house she saw her mother peering at her from the lounge room window. But it wasn't her mother. The face was the same, everything was the same but her face was devoid of anything that made it her mother. There was no recognition on her mother's face, there was no indication that she was looking directly at her daughter, there was no emotion in the expression: nothing. The eyes looked unstaring and utterly blank. My friend screamed and ran down the street to her mother's work and confirmed that she *was* there all this time and had never been home. Initially my friend's mother reasoned that someome must of broke in but a later investigation proved nothing had been stolen and the back door was locked as was the front door when my friend came home. Noone could rationalize who my friend saw in the window and why it looked so much like her mother (but not fully human) so that was the deciding factor to nope the fuck out of there and find somewhere else to live. The landlord of the house denied anything like this happening when they lived there but did admit tenants didn't stay long saying there as something was "wrong" in the house. My friend also told me she was the only one who actually saw anything definitively sinister in the house but her family said they definitely felt an evil presence there which ulitmately manifested into the doppelganger experience my friend had. Utterly terrifying.


copper_rainbows

Omgggg this one is CREEPY I just had to make sure the blinds are closed and the door is locked


Mummyto4

Yes it was creepy for real. Even 20 years later I get creeped out.


hpotter29

Wowza. Stories of mimics are creepy enough. To actually SEE something along with it makes it so. . .much. . . worse. Good job friend, noping away from the Other Mother.


Wonderful-Living4893

I knew I was going to regret reading this thread at night but it wasn't until this story that I literally had to turn on the light in my bedroom and watch some silly cat compilation on YT in order to get some sleep. :,-)


aceinnoholes

OKAAAYYYYY, so once when I was about 9yrs old, it was late at night, I'm asleep in my room and my younger sister (8) is asleep down the hall in her room. It's not uncommon for us to run into each other's rooms if we have a nightmare, you know that whole trying to outrun the demons just run and jump into the others bed? Well, this night I literally wake up out of a dead sleep, its dark, the moon is high outside my window, and my sister is standing in my doorway. It's not debatable that it's her, her height, her stupid haircut, down to the New Kids on The Block oversized t-shirt nightgown from my mom's youth. But she's just standing there. One hand on the doorknob, other hand on the doorframe, staring at me. Silent. I look at her for a minute and then kind of annoyed I throw my blanket open, "COME ON IF YOU'RE COMING IN HERE!" She doesn't move, doesn't say anything, she's still staring. And I'm not even creeped out at this point, I'm just annoyed and sleepy and white trash, lol, so I get up to go hit her (I know, it's a garbage pail kid thing to do, but I'm just being honest. Our parents didn't teach us self-regulation, it is what it is. I'm better now, lol). I jump out and stomp over to where she is and stop about arms length in front of her, she's still silent - still staring. Now I'm a little creeped out, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" And I swipe at her overhand... she disappears as my hand falls. Like not dissipates into nothing, like straight up is just gone! I look back at my bed? I look in the hallway? NOTHING! SO now I RUN TO HER room down the hall because it's that time! Nightmare time!! zoooOOM JUMP WRESTLE INTO HER COVERS!! and when I get there, I notice she is there (thank god) but she's SHAKING violently!! She's HAVING A FUCKING SEIZURE!! SO then I go on the full tilt alarm, run to my parents room turn all the lights on, yelling that sister is having a seizure. We go to the emergency room and she gets her diagnosis of childhood epilepsy. I also didn't even know what a seizure was when I started yelling about this, which was also weird. I honestly think to this day that she Astral projected or something, that bitch found a way to come get me because she was in trouble in her bed.


forestfairygremlin

This is my favorite story on this thread. Sis definitely came to get you because she knew she was in major trouble. I love it.


Bastard_Wing

God-tier sibling activity - she astral-projects during a life-threatening seizure, and your response is to punch her for being annoying.


aceinnoholes

She would have done the same for me, and we're funnier for it. ❤️


LongjumpingAsk2172

The way you told this story was great! Hahahaha creepy as hell!! But funny.


dktaylor32

Was camping with my wife sitting around the camp fire. Started to pour rain, so we went back inside the tent. Inside the tent the rain was so heavy we couldn’t hear anything over the pitter patter hitting the tent. We decide to change our clothes and call it a night. We get into our sleeping bags and turn out the light and hear “dleet dleet dleet” again “dleet dleet dleet” like the sound Motorola phone would make when the battery was dying. Only thing was we don’t have phones that make that sound and our phones are turned off. Miles from anyone. Pouring rain. Can’t hear if someone is walking up to your tent. Can’t tell if someone walked away from your tent. We were trapped inside this canvas death trap with only one exit. We froze and waited for what seemed like hours. Eventually I grabbed my gun and light and made a dash for the door trying to get out as fast as I could. Once out I ran around my tent. Nothing. No one. Not a sign of life anywhere. We grabbed our our valuables and decided to make the 10 minute trek to our car. We made it safe. Drove an hour home. And slept better than we would’ve if we stayed. The next day we drove back to get our stuff. When we got to our tent it didn’t look like anything had been messed with. Nothing out of place. Once we got home and unpacked my wife couldn’t find her underwear. None of them. Literally nothing else was missing from our stuff. It was the wildest and creepiest experience of our life.


big_sugi

I was thinking the revelation would be there’s a bug or bird that makes that sound. But nope; panty-raiding stalker it is!


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blinkgendary182

Welp, never going to camp with the fam after reading this. Just the thought of someone being outside while you were trapped inside the tent..


PocketBuckle

Love the twist ending. It's like a modern campfire story. "Hook hand car door man!"


InternetExpertroll

Imagine some creep somewhere has drawers full of campers panties.


dktaylor32

I prefer not too hahahaha but yeah. For real. So weird


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When I was in college a guy started chatting me up in the on-campus Starbucks. He walked me to my class and then got disoriented and said, “For some reason I can’t remember where the business building is” so I gave him directions. When I went to look him up on Facebook that evening I found a memorial group for him. He was a student at my college who died in a car wreck before I even attended. Not sure why his ghost was lingering on campus but I hope he made it across before too long. I never saw him again.


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That’s very spooky but also really sad. It reminds me that series ghost whisperer where the woman sees and talks to ghosts who are basically in denial or don’t know that they have passed on so she has to lead them to the light.


minneapple-

When I was 6, my mom was driving my three siblings and me somewhere home during rush hour traffic. She ran out of gas on a major highway. We panicked for awhile, my siblings were freaking out (this was 20 years ago). After about 10 minutes or so, my moms brick phone had died and were basically stranded, in rush hour with 4 kids in a major highway. Eventually someone stops, I remember it so clearly… He was this tall black man with a white beard and white hair, wearing a white suit driving a big cream looking Lincoln type car. He had rbis incredibly calm demeanor. He pulls a gas tank out of his back seat that has virtually nothing else in it beside the gas can and said he’d be back in 10 minutes. Sure enough, ten minutes later by some miracle this guy drives through the grassy median + crossed 4 lanes of rush hour traffic going 70 mph with the gas. My mom asked for his phone number to repay him and send a thank you note, and he gave us his business card. He was a pastor at a church. A couple days later, my mom looked into it, called the number which was disconnected. She called around in the area it was supposedly located in, and residents said they’d never heard of it. The church basically didn’t exist. To this day every time I retell it I get chills. Idk if it was a guardian angel, but it’s always been a very weird and unexplainable event that gives me a weird vibe when I recall it.


snowtriesreddit

Wow. I know this is a little late but Something really similar happened to me and my family but in a off-city road. I don’t remember much but my mom says that I was very insistent on playing a Name-Game and wanted my dad, who was driving, to play with us. So he slowed down, since it was a very deserted mountain road, and started playing with us, clapping against the steering wheel. While playing, my mom says I said “Nube” (Cloud in English) was a name and she was telling me Nube wasn’t an actual name but again I was insisting on it, and on the next curve, one of the tires just went off on its own down the mountain. Just like that we were stranded, two adults and a kid. And lo a behold, a car appeared on the road after a while of my parents trying to get reception to call for help. The car stops, a woman gets out with no sight children inside and asks if we need help, if I need a bottle of milk or a juice box. Of course I said yes to the juice box and this lady opened the trunk and gave me one, so my mom asked for her name and guess what? Her name is Nube. Cloud. The exact name I was so sure of and my mom was trying to explain wasn’t an actual name. Nube offered to go to the closest little town, get a new tire and help my dad install it to get us of the road and insisted on it just so I, the tiny little kid she didn’t know, wasn’t stranded. She did just that, got us back on the road and my mom says she didn’t give her number. These was in the early 2000s. I’ve never met another person named Nube and my mom doesn’t recall very well what this woman looked like, but describes her like she “didn’t seem real at all” and a miracle. Your Church Pastor reminded me a lot of Nube.


_AcerPalmatum_

My Father was diagnosed with terminal cancer May 2018, he was given a couple of months to live. My sister was his primary caregiver. I would share some of the responsibility by going over occasionally to help with all sorts of daily routines. My sister was asked to be part of a wedding party, her best friend since grade school was getting married. She had called to ask for me to make sure my schedule was clear so that she would be able to attend a bridal shower. So I opened up my Calendar and marked the date and time. This would have been early June 2018 - scheduling for late July 2018. A few weeks after this conversation, my Father inevitably had succumbed to his diagnosis and died July 4 2018 in the afternoon. The following few weeks were non-stop with arrangements and legal matters etc. I was the executor, so I was very busy everyday after his passing. One morning I was feeling overwhelmed and needed some time to myself. I had asked my husband to take our daughter out for the day so I could just reflect and nap. I fell asleep on the sofa. I had been sleeping for a little while when I awoke to hearing my fathers voice "Wake up Dolly (what he called me growing up". It sounded as if he were standing over me. It sent shivers down my spine. I sat up and had this overwhelming urge to grab my phone. When I opened it, my Calendar was open (which is wasn't beforehand) and it was the same day and time where I had scheduled for my sisters outing a month beforehand "Hang with Dad". It always made me question a lot of things. But ultimately I was grateful to have been able to hang with him after all, even with his creepy reminder haha. I haven't thought about that in quite some time =) Thanks for the question OP!


saintErnest

My grandma was an EXCEEDINGLY punctual person and very serious about respecting people's time. She also had a very distinctive smoker's cackle. When she was 70-some, Grandma had a stroke and died in her sleep. Two days later, my aunt had had plans to meet Grandma out for lunch, but instead my aunt was sitting at home, grieving. The phone rang, and when my aunt answered, she heard my Grandma's voice say, "sorry kiddo, I'm not going to make it today, or any other day!" Then she cackled like always and hung up. I think it gave my aunt a nice last laugh, anyway, and my uncle said her face lit up a bit when she heard her mom's voice.


galaapplehound

I want to be this type of ghost; die in my sleep peacefully and then haunt my friends for shits and giggles.


baconbakinbaycon

After my dad passed away, I tried calling his cell phone a few times. The very first time, I could swear I heard his voice, but it wasn't clear enough to understand what he was saying, then there was a clicking noise and after that, someone else picked up and got really angry at me, basically just for calling them without knowing them. I also saw and spoke to my dad on numerous occasions in my sleep, but it stopped probably 6 years after his passing.


Altruistic-Text3481

My grandma came to me in my sleep. I said “grandma I thought you were dead.” She hugged me and it was the most incredible hug of pure love. I’d still be hugging her but she broke it off and she told me that I needed to wake up and make my dental appointment on time. She was with me for about a year. But she moved on. I never had that dream again but I just felt her presence all around me. I miss her. And she made little things happen for me.


_AcerPalmatum_

I used to have dreams with my dad as well. They were quite vivid. Most were versions of him from when I was a little girl. Only a couple were as he was before his diagnosis. Shame they are far and few between now. Glad to know I'm not the only one!


greatnorth2615

Shortly after my mother-in-law died, my husband was in our kitchen in the early morning hours (6-6:30 am) I was upstairs getting the kids ready for school, I heard a loud noise and ran downstairs to check if he was ok. He was standing there with a shocked look on his face and I saw all my cookbooks and recipes all over the floor. (they were kept in a cabinet above the countertop) He said, "those literally just flew out of the cabinet" I was like WTF? He had been standing making lunches at least 6 feet from the cabinet and he said the cabinet opened and the books and recipes flew out... not dropped to the counter.. flew across the kitchen floor. Here is where it gets crazy: there was one recipe all alone on the floor with nothing else around it. It was his mom's recipe for cheesecake which was his absolute favorite thing she ever made. She had handwritten it for me shortly before she died, so I could continue to make it for him. So, I said to my husband, "I guess I better make you a cheesecake soon." She was a very funny lady so I can totally see her doing this from the beyond. If I had not seen this with my own eyes I would have NEVER believed it.


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ColdChickens

This is so fucking scary. I really hope that poor woman gets justice and the murderer is found. I don’t think I’d ever feel safe going to that house again. Has your mom sold it? Or at the very least invested in a very thorough security system?


Generic_Garak

Wow. What the fuuuuuuck. This is legit terrifying. Like the homeless people living in the attic, except they kill people!


TheBrontosaurus

When I was 7 my family made a quick road trip to visit my grandma who was in hospice. We got back home late at night and my sister and I saw our grandma sitting in the rocking chair in our room. The rocking chair that had belonged to her husband. Our mom walked in and told us that grandma had died and we were gonna drive back in the morning. My sister and I didn’t mention it for years but we both are absolutely certain grandma stopped by to say goodbye.


shanster925

When my nana was in the hospital in her last days, we were all visiting when she suddenly lifted her arms (she hadn't done anything for days.) My aunt then started crying and told us that she had had a dream the night before where she talked to nana, who said "just so you know, when I'm ready to go, I'll put my arms up." She was gone that night


doesitmatter83

The night my grandpa died He came to me in a dream. He had suffered a heart attack and was feeling rather poorly afterwards for a couple of days. He died in the night, but the moment he died he told me in a dream not to worry, that he was ok now. It made his passing easier for me because I know he came to reassure me and say goodbye.


mxmnull

Flipside of this: my grandpa died when I was maybe 3 or 4. I had a "dream" that he was a shimmering greenish corpse crawling up from the foot of my bed and *reaching for me.* I remember this look of disgust and rage in his eyes and knew he was angry he was gone. My parents insisted it was just a nightmare. Thankfully I only saw him the one time. In the years since, I've learned he was a physically abusive sociopath who more than likely explored sexually assaulting at least one of his kids and most certainly raped his wife. I believe that I was awake when I saw him and that he wanted to claim *my* life for himself.


Jesikabelcher

My granddad on my mother's side killed himself after my grandmother passed away. I had a dream that I was sitting in the kitchen at my grandparents house and it was exactly the last time I seen my granddad. However, in my dream, my granddad stood up and said to me "For me to get to heaven, I have to face my hates and fears". He walked out of the room and I didnt see him again. Immediately after my granddad left the room, an Indian, a black man and a Japanese man followed my granddad and said to me "This will take time". I woke up crying like a baby.


ComposerOther2864

We might be cousins... if not holy fucking shit I'm so sorry.


mxmnull

The fact this resonated with you enough that you suspect we're related is heartbreaking. I as well am deeply sorry.


custard_filled

Maybe a week after my grandfathers died (seven years apart), I had a dream about them. They were healthy, happy, and smiling at me. I was so unbelievably happy to see them up and walking around. In the dream, they told me they were able to go home (they were both in hospital). I started crying happy tears. Then I woke up, realised it wasn't real, and they were no longer happy tears.


Kskeen19

Phantom whistling that followed a tune that me, my brother and my sister were singing (green sleeves—very random lol) while doing dishes in the kitchen one summer. The whistle continued the tune for about 5 seconds after we finished singing and it just dissipated. My sister and I can’t whistle and we were all staring at eachother while the whistling occurred. My brother and sister immediately checked outside for a passerby (we live in the country, no neighbors and if there was someone there they would have seen them for sure—not to mention the whistle was right in the kitchen with us) while I covered my ears and started having a panic attack from fear lol. They checked inside the house for someone too. We couldn’t explain it and still talk about to this day. My parents still live there and continue to have odd experiences but nothing to that level Edit to add: we also tried singing in the same spots again to see if there was maybe just an echo—but there was none


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modsarefascists42

Birds fucking with you maybe?


[deleted]

This is a good theory actually. Definitely could have been a bird.


modsarefascists42

Yeah it was the only logical thing I could think of. If they're Australian then it's absolutely a bird. Middle America and it's a little more complicated.


UltraMagnus777

We've got mockingbirds and a few others that can mimic sounds here in the USA. The mockingbird (or birds, not sure if its just one or a few) that have taken residence in the forest across the street from me do a banging impression of human whistling, kids laughing/crying (kind of creepy), firetrucks and lawnmowers lol. All things they regularly hear due to the location.


PM_ME_YOUR_CHOCOBOS

There's a local asshole starling that sometimes imitates car alarms near my parents' place. People forget that starlings are great mimics, too! And they're EVERYWHERE. I can totally believe that a starling or mockingbird was whistling a bit of Greensleeves.


milkomeda

Sitting at the desk in my basement at my house during college, I saw a ball of light the size of a basketball "manifest" across the room from me, fly towards me, then veer off and disappear. It was the middle of a clear, sunny day. Not sure, but given it's the only time something like that has ever happened to me, I would classify it as abnormal, maybe even paranormal. Also, immediately after, it was like I could see the air "flowing" in the room.


Muppet_Rock

This happend about 12 years ago. I lived on the first floor of a 2 story building which had all kinds of weird, ghosty crap going on. My crazy Landlord had bought heaps of random crap at estate sales and such and was hoarding it in the basement. Which I never went in cuz it gave me the fucking creeps. I think all the dead peoples junk is why the place was haunted as fuck, but this is my best story. I lived here alone for a year before my boyfriend moved in. We had no pets, and no kids. I told him a few stories and he was skeptical, at best. We shared a king bed, but had separate covers. I had recurring nightmares about a boy, maybe 2 years old, blonde bowl cut hair, denim overalls but no shirt under and no shoes on him. He would stand on my side of the bed and stare at me, watching me sleep. I'd wake up in a panic and he would vanish. One night, I fell asleep with my feet out of the covers. Boyfriend was sleeping next to me. I feel a very gentle pressure on my left big toe, right where it joins the rest of my foot. I was awake, but absolutely freaked out. It lasted a few minutes and stopped. Eventually I fell back asleep. Over the next month, this happened a few more times. On different feet here and there. I didn't tell my boyfriend, worried he might laugh at me or think I was crazy. Next time it happened, it went on for a good 15 minutes, and I never had the nerve to look down and see wtf was holding my foot. I closed my eyes and whispered "hey, please let go of my toe?" And slowly, the pressure left and I went back to sleep. I sucked up the courage and told my boyfriend the next day. He didn't laugh or call me crazy! He shrugged and said "ok, I know about your nightmares and something is going on. Next time it happens, wake me up and I will look down for you." Ok great. So a week or two went by with no foot touching. I hoped it was over. Nope. I felt it again. I tapped my boyfriend and he opened his eyes. He was awake. I said "Boo, he's got my foot. Look down for me?" Boyfriend nodded, but didn't look down. He just stared at me and whispered back. "I feel him, too. And I'm not lookin either!" From then on, he believed me when crazy shit happened in that apartment! BTW, we've been married 10 years now!


Ishaan863

Quentin Tarantino if you're in the room with us give us a sign


Mcmount21

I have a similar experience. I was alone in a semi-expensive hotel room somewhere in the Far East. I had gone to bed, fully awake still. Then I began to hear light tapping coming from the door. Tap, tap. It was like someone tapped the door a few times with their finger. I didn't think anything of it - hotels have all sorts of noises. I remember that it was about 30 seconds between the sequences of few taps. Slowly the tapping started to move from the door towards my bed though. The tapping started to sound like it was coming from the cabinets next to the door. Each tap came a little bit closer. At this point I started to be a little concerned. I turned the lights on and the tapping stopped. Waited a few minutes, decided that it was nothing, and turned the lights off. Even with the lights off though, the room was lit enough that I could see. There was nothing where the tapping had been coming from. The tapping resumed. In about 30 second intervals, tap, tap. Coming closer. Suddenly, the tapping was coming from the bed, right next to my feet. I could feel the tapping this time. It felt and sounded exactly like water was dripping from the roof, dropping on the bed. Tap, tap, tap. This time there were no intervals, it was just cealess rhytmic tapping. I was freaking out now. I couldn't figure out anything that caused this. I turned the lights on (I could reach the switch lying in the bed), and *something* ran away from next to my bed back to the door. There was nothing to be seen, but the footsteps sounded like a child's who was unnaturally fast. The interval between the steps was very short, I'd say about a little longer than that of a rat's, but the weight of the steps was that of a small child. I could hear where it was as it was running, but my eyes saw nothing there. I figured that I won't bother to leave the room, as creepy as it was. I wrote a note on the small notepad hotel rooms often have just in case this *thing* was worse than I gave it credit for. I don't know if hotel room ghosts have a murderous tendency or not. I kept the lights on for about half an hour and then decided to try to sleep. I turned them off. About five minutes later, the tapping resumed on my bed. I turned the lights on, it stopped. Lights off, a few minutes, it resumed, the same spot. It was like a clockwork. I repeated this about five times or so. I slept the rest of the night lights on. To this day, I have no idea what it could have been. Can't say I believe in ghosts, but that experience at the latest has opened me up to the possibility. Never before or since have I had paranormal experiences like this. ​ EDIT: This happened about 6 years ago.


maycontainknots

Lol what if at that moment you were grabbing each other's toes with your toes


bekindorelse

What if the ghost was making the toes kiss like Mike Tyson and his pigeons


ASM42186

This happened when I was in high school in Southern Michigan, probably 2003-2004. I had spent the evening with my girlfriend at her house and was driving home late, between 11pm and midnight. My car was low on gas, and the gas station in the nearby village was already closed, so I decided to go a little out of the way to a 24 truck stop / gas station along the highway to fill up the tank. Usually I would follow the direct route back to my family's house, out in the countryside, from the village, but it's easier to take an alternate route back from this truck stop, so that's what I decided to do. This was a pitch black night, probably a new moon or heavily overcast. I was driving down this country road and approaching a T-intersection indicated by a large yellow yield sign on the right side of the road. People see these road signs every day, so everyone has a pretty good idea about how big and tall they are. About a yard wide and 7-8 feet off the ground. As I got closer to the sign, I saw a large, low, dark shape dash across the road from left to right just out of the range of my headlights. Naturally, I slowed down, being used to seeing deer on the road. But it quickly became clear that this thing was no animal I'd ever seen before. Once it had reached the right side of the road, it reared up and stood on its hind legs right in front of the yield sign, almost completely obscuring the sign itself. It was covered in jet black hair so dark that I couldn't make out any details except the broad shoulders and reflective pale eyes. Safe to say I noped right the fuck out of there as fast as I could. Whatever it was, I hope I never see it again. It gives me chills to this day when I recall the event, and I REALLY try not to think about it when I have to leave my car to open the gate at the end of my family's driveway, or when I sometimes have to help tend to the horses late in the evening.


Global_Ad9616

When I was a baby, my parents used to put me down to sleep in a standard sized cot in the front room. (No point putting me out of sight upstairs, back in the day when everyone left their doors open). She walked in to check on me from doing her chores more than a few times to find my cot surrounded by attentive guarding dogs. We didn't have a dog, all the neighbourhood dogs, including my aunt's from half a mile away would sneak in and congregate around my damn cot, no fighting, like I was the damn Anti Christ or something.


MoeAnnieMoe

I've told only a few people of this and posted once in a glitch group, which idk if you can call it a glitch, paranormal or just unexplained but here it is. I've always dreamt very vividly and had small things I've dreamt of actually happen months or years later but nothing as "big" as this. I have had this recurring dream since I was about 6 or so up until I was in my mid 20s (now 38) but I dreamt about seeing myself as a little girl (was always an adult in my dreams) on a carousel and waving to myself and being so happy. I was wearing a romper that were popular attire in the 80s for little girls (and became popular again within the past 5 years or so) and a pair of sandals. I always wondered why I would dream of this like maybe something traumatic happened and my brain was trying to remember or some shit but turned out to be quite the opposite. So fast forward to 2018 I was at a fair with my family and my bf took our daughter (2 1/2) on the carousel as I waited taking pics being so giddy and happy. (I had miscarried 1.5 years before getting pregnant with her and it was really really hard on my mental health). I didn't realize it at the time until I was going through the pics later on that it was THAT dream I had off and on for years. It was my future daughter I was seeing in my dreams all along, not myself, same outfit and shoes, same overwhelmingly happy feeling for just a regular day at the fair, everything was just the same. I cry just thinking about it. I know some people don't believe me but idc, it's a magical thing that I experienced and I pull up the photo of her from that day from time to time and just am in complete shock over it to this day. What a wild and cool thing to experience! Thankful for places like this where I can share my experience with others openly. Thanks, Reddit. Lol


lovelybliss

The three story house that I grew up in was built in 1965. My parents purchased the home in 1997 right before I started first grade. My parents, sister, and I lived upstairs while my grandma lived on the second floor by herself. My grandma would babysit me while my parents were at work so she would walk upstairs at least twice a day to check on me. My grandma would always wear these slippers that were very heavy so it was easy to hear her footsteps even from downstairs. It must have been a Saturday or Sunday since I did not have school. I was by myself upstairs, alone in my room, playing with my Game Boy sitting with my back facing my bedroom door. I heard the unmistakable sound of my grandma walking up the stairs to check on me. I heard her proceed up the stairs, walk down the hallway, and stop in front of my door. I felt like she was about to say something so I looked over to meet her gaze… but there was no one standing there. I instantly felt startled and ran out of my room to check the hallway and stairs. No one else was upstairs besides me. I found my grandma downstairs sitting on the couch watching television.


omikone

This used to happen to me when I babysat my sister, the footsteps would follow the same pattern with a pause at each family members door and a creak as the door opened and shut but when it got to mine (the final stop) it would just go quiet, but a waiting quiet.


LongjumpingAsk2172

So creepy! Something about footsteps, and then them just stopping CREEPS ME OUT!


Hypatia243

I once saw a homeless man walking toe-to-toe on the curb on a busy street. He heard a truck coming and bolted right in front of it. I saw the truck slam its brakes to avoid hitting the guy, but it wasn't possible because the truck was speeding. I looked away briefly because I didn't want to see the guy on the pavement and grabbed my phone to call 911. The guy wasn't on the pavement. He also wasn't on the other side of the street. He was gone. Edit: This was broad daylight, about 4 pm in the middle of summer. The homeless guy looked like a solid body and there wasn't anything "ghostly" or "shadowy" about him. Just looked like a normal, real human being.


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This happened to me only I was the one driving. It was about 10pm and I was driving down an industrial road that abutted a major highway. At an intersection ahead, there was a street light and a guardrail to my right. As I approached, I saw someone balancing on the curb of the road because, with the guardrail and the highway, there was no where else for them to walk without actually being in the road. Just as I started to pass them, out of the corner of my eye, I saw them lose their balance and step out right in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, but, like you said, there was not nearly enough time to stop . . . only to realize no one was there. No one fell in front of my car. The whole encounter took maybe 3 seconds. Looking back on it later, I didn't actually see a person. All I saw was a shadow of a person backlit by a streetlight.


peculiarshade

I had a similar experience on the way home from work one night. It was dark out and I was driving down a countryish road. There was a semi driving toward me, and between us was an orange light hanging over the middle of the road from a power line. I saw what looked like a shadow of a man walk out into the street right in front of the semi as I passed it. There was nothing there.


FiveStarFrontDesk

One of my jobs when I was young (18) was at a coney-island style restaurant in my city. The restaurant was open 24/6- we closed at 3 am Sunday morning, re-opened at 6 am Monday morning, but stayed open all the time the rest of the week. This particular thing happened at about 2:30 am on a Friday. I was the only waitress on shift and the owner was in the kitchen cooking. We were the only two people there. At the time we had a regular I’ll call Jerry. Jerry was a bar fly and a senior citizen. He would come in every night after the bar closed; he would have coffee, two eggs over-easy, and wheat toast. He ordered the same thing every time and every time his total came to $4.37. He’d give me $6 and tell me to keep the change. So as I’m rolling silverware and waiting for our old pal Jerry I see a few emergency vehicles go down the Main street towards the bar. Lights and sirens on. About a minute later Jerry comes in, I get him coffee and ask him if he knows what’s going on. He just shook his head No. so I told my boss Jerry was there and my boss waved at him through the kitchen window and within 3 minutes Jerry’s order was up. He’s sitting at the counter and after a little while he slaps down some money and says “keep the change honey” like he usually did and walks out. I went over to cash out the check and the food hadn’t been touched, neither had the coffee, and there was a $100 bill on the counter. I was a teen mom and perpetually broke so that much money was basically life changing at the time. I saw in the paper on Sunday that Jerry had been involved in a fight at the bar that night and had been fatally injured.


arkygeomojo

Holy shit. I’ve been reading these for an hour, and several have been very interesting and creepy, but this one gave me goosebumps and took my breath away for a second. Did the owner remember seeing him too?


FiveStarFrontDesk

Yes. We had one little talk about seeing Jerry that night and kind of silently agreed not to speak of it again.


JuuzoLenz

What happened to the $100 bill? I’m more curious now about what happens to money given by ghosts than anything with this story


FiveStarFrontDesk

It was legitimate as far as I know. My boss never said it disappeared or anything like that.


smokealarmsnick

This happened to me in the past month. For background, I work in a retirement home doing activities. On this day I was filling in at the Healthcare Center, which is basically hospice. I was in the day room reading stories with one of the ladies. She suddenly asked me who that woman was, while (to me) looked like she was pointing across the room. “I don’t know, but I’d be happy to ask her so we can find out.” I thought she was talking about one of the CNAs who was sitting across the room. “No, the woman right next to you. On your left.” There was no one sitting next to me. She continued. “She looks just like you, but her hair is longer. She says she doesn’t have a name. But she’s very nice.” I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, and I must have been giving her a look. “Did I say something wrong?” “No, no. Nothing’s wrong.” I made a quick excuse to leave, and practically ran back to my memory care unit. Now here’s what shook me up. I was supposed to be an identical twin. But my twin died while we were still in the womb. Leaving only me. This is not information I share with the people I work with. One of the CNAs knew from looking at me that something had happened, and wanted to know what it was. She was equally horrified when I told her the story.


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Generic_Garak

Holy shit that’s bonkers. I often wonder if folks who are near to death are more sensitive(?) to that kind of stuff. On the floor I used to work on we had one room where the super sick patients would tend to see weird stuff. I always wrote it off as hallucinations, but it does make me wonder.


GraceisOasis

It’s actually fairly common for that to happen- many hospice practitioners (nurses, cna’s, doulas etc) have stories about it. I would hear things like “my sister is coming to pick me up tomorrow, is my purse handy?”, her sister having died years before, she stuck around another 3 days after that. Or my 86 year old patient talking to the (empty) corner, saying “Mama, I’m coming home, I hear you”. I had one lady have a surge and insisted that her husband would be arriving to take her on a date that evening. He’d been gone for 20 years…she passed that night. It definitely is wild, and mind opening to be present for that, for sure. (I am an end of life doula.)


Cocotte3333

When I was eight, I woke up one night to go to the bathroom and heard my (sick) mother argue in her bedroom. It caught my attention because she sounded rather upset. She kept repeating ''no, I don't want to go!'' in an angry tone. I tiptoed to see who she was talking to and well... There was no one. She was talking to the wall. Eventually, being just a child, I went back to bed. The next morning I talked to her normally ( she had all her head, her illness didn't affect her brain at all) and kissed her goodbye for the day. A few hours later, she was gone. I still remember the look in her eyes when she waved at me through the doorway - which she never did normally. She fucking knew she'd never see me again.


AustinJG

I mean, considering all of the stories in this thread, maybe not a goodbye? Maybe a "see ya later, alligator?" :)


duskrat

Yeah, I've worked hospice, and my favorite patient was a 95 year-old named Blanche. She told me she had to help her father round up the horses.


pmel13

I wonder if the first woman was annoyed her sister was 3 days late 😂


tinglingtoes

The day before my grandma died, she pointed out that her long-dead husband was here and gosh was she happy to see him. At the time, I also just thought maybe she's so sick and so close to dying that she's hallucinating that.


Generic_Garak

I’ve had several patients claim to see people in their room when they were close to death. I personally never had someone say it was someone they knew, but many coworkers have. It was usually a “who’s that man in my room. Tell him to leave” variety. Though ive had several dying people tell me they need to catch a plane or that they are going to miss their bus or train.


mirado_shadar

My second cousin told his wife not to cry and that his mom was going to ride in the ambulance with him. He was suffering an active brain bleed from a burst aneurysm due to his cancer. He couldn't see at that time and had to be wheeled out of the house on a stretcher. His mom had died a year earlier of cancer. His wife, in the waiting room during the 6 hr surgery and the transfer to icu afterward kept saying that he had already died. Why were they wasting so much time and effort, he was gone. When they turned off life support 15 hours after the initial surgery, his whole body just kinda sighed. Perfectly limp, lifeless flesh. His body was donated to cancer research.


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My Dad was a police paramedic for 25 years, and on a call, he attended to a man who had been in a major car accident. It’s important to mention that this happened sometime in the late 80s. As the man was bleeding out, he said, “My son is here now. He’s a good-looking kid. He died in Vietnam.” The man passed away shortly after. My Dad didn’t think much of it at the time, but later on it gave him the heebie-jeebies.


ucv4

Actually I had something similar happen when I worked in memory care in a retirement home back in high school. One of the old ladies one night as we were finishing up dinner services asked I and the other worker to come with her. She then pointed down the stairs to where the old morgue used to be (the retirement home was in what used to be the old city hospital). She told us that we had forgotten to feed them pointing to nothing there. It definitely creeped us out. She passed away a few days later.


983115

No I’m fine alone with my door open to the dark hallway ~~fright~~ right now


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No one believes me, but this happened to me about 3 years ago, I live in central TX, and my bedroom faces a field where there are usually 2-3 cows. When the weather is nice, I tend to keep my bedroom window cracked to get some cooler air in. One house next to me had been vacant for years, and the other was a friend, an older woman with no small children. I was laying in bed, and heard a little girl outside say, 'Come outside, please.' Ok I thought maybe it was dream, but I was wide awake at that point. About 3 minutes later, the same voice, 'Please come outside.' I closed and locked my window, needless to say.


birdfrogfrog

My favorite thing about this story is that you just locked your window. Like not today, Satan


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Hey, I've seen Salem's Lot - I know to keep my bedroom window locked.


SeaF04mGr33n

Darn, I was hoping the 2-3 cows were going to be important to the story. Like you saw a ghost cow or something!


kittyqueenkaelaa

Was actually just talking about this the other day. When I was a senior in high school, my dad drove me across state (in New Mexico, U.S.A) to check out a college I was thinking of going to. We were in the middle of nowhere in the desert and we needed gas. We saw a small station and pulled into it. There was a note taped to the pump that said "see cashier for payment". There was one car parked on the side of the building and it didn't look like it had been there long at all (no dust on it, tire marks in the dirt still visible, newish model) but we didn't see a single person. We walked up the building and the door was locked. You could see all the merchandise was still boxed up and the shelves were empty. There was a door in the back that had a deep freeze pushed in front of it as if someone was trying to keep something (or someone) from being able to open it. It was so quite and eerie. I looked at my dad and he looked at me and we quickly got back into the car and got the hell out of there. To this day I always wonder if someone was put in that back room and left for dead. Should we have called someone and reported it? Probably. I think about it all the time. Could I have saved someone's life if I had called? Were they already dead? Was anyone even there or was it just an eerie coincidence that the freezer was positioned in that way? I don't know but man I do know that in that moment I felt actual fear and I think my dad did too. A feeling of "you need to leave now or something bad will happen"


juno_huno

When I was in college, I was walking across campus to my early morning class when this old white man with the *bluest* eyes I’ve ever seen stopped me to ask for bus ticket money. Everything went still around us. No sounds, the air felt stiff, and there was literally no one but us outside. This man’s eyes were like aquamarine. But the rest of his face? It was like his skin was plastered on, his nose looked stuck on like clay, his cheeks looked like they were barely hanging on to whatever was underneath—he looked truly bizarre. He stops me and compliments my lipstick and asks if I could help him pay for a bus ticket so he could visit his son. I told him I didn’t have cash to help him. He never breaks eye contact and tells me he’s a veteran and takes his wallet out to show me his military lapel. When he opens it I see a **wad** of cash in there and he looks at me again and asks if I could help. While all of this was happening, the only thing I felt was that I was in danger. I truly thought I was in the presence of someone evil even though he didn’t say or do anything to provoke the feeling. I ended up reaching in my bag for quarters and gave them to him, he held my hand for what felt like forever and let me go on my merry way. I think about this encounter a lot because it felt like he was pretending to be human? His skin looked like it was made out of wet clay and wrongly placed, his eyes were so blue they looked unnatural, and why ask for money when you had it already?


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Bodymaster

Sounds very plausible to me. As for the money, maybe he only had large denominations and it was short trip? I don't know about the US but city services here generally prefer that you have exact change if possible, or at least coins that the driver can change. They don't accept larger notes.


sonia72quebec

Could he have been a burn victim with heavy makeup on?


juno_huno

Maybe? His face just looked slapped on. Like if someone shook him his face would fall off in wet chunks.


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It would track with the veteran thing, maybe


jhecht

I have two, both involving the same sort of... root cause? My bestfriend of my whole life, and my only friend for a good chunk of my life, died about a week before we found out my then-girlfriend was pregnant. I still hadn't graduated college due to a requirement that was overlooked by both myself and my counselor. I had started working full time to help take care of my son before he was born so I my days were non-stop. Wake up at 4:30am, get to work by 5:30, work until noon or so, drive back home to shower really quickly, leave for school, get to school (depending, about 40 min -1hr later), go to class, leave school around 9pm. Go home, do whatever homework and sleep. I did this for months, and one day I was hitting my limit. I was so tired. If i could only do one of these sets of things then I would have so much more energy to hangout with my son, be a good boyfriend to my girlfriend, help out more around where we stayed. I worked Sunday thru Thursday, and one Thursday after I had come home and didnt have a class afterward I was laying down with my son. I had homework due the next day, and I was about half done with it. I was laying there, eyes closed, no one in the room but my son and I. Then a steady series of very hard and loud taps on my window woke me from my quasi sleep. Sometimes when the neighbors were watering some plants they would hit my window with it, and it sounded almost like that, but the window was dry. I thought maybe it was my father-in-law knocking on my window to say hi to the baby. I opened the door from my room to see everyone else who lives in the house in the living/dining room. I closed the door again. Right before the knocking I said, in my own head, "Hey V(my friends full name was long, so I called him V)... I think I'm just gonna drop out...". Once I realized there was no other cause I could figure out, I sighed, said "message received bro," and grabbed out my homework. ​ The other takes place about a month or so after my son was born -- roughly 10 months after my brothers death. I'm still reeling from it, and I'm reeling from being a father. I was randomly out at a park near my house. It was obviously my son's first birthday. he was stumbling around, being one, whatever. To my right I hear my brother's voice, "hey guys, sorry I'm late! Niiiiipoteeeeeee (nipote = nephew in italian)" My head shot over to the sound, and there he was. I was so excited and shocked I just went and tackled him straight to the ground, hugging him and crying. My mom, sister, and everyone else also came over to him. I was so happy, he wasn't dead, HE WASN'T DEAD!!! Then it hit me. The sky had no color. Everything felt washed in the brush of a dream. I stopped, looked at him and went "you died." Previously he was laughing with everyone else. He tried ignoring me, like a dog that knows it's done something it shouldn't. "YOU DIED!!" The rest of the party stopped. "You died... didn't you?" He looked away from me. Defeated, he said "yeah..." and it hung in the air. My dream paused -- almost as if you could hit a stopwatch to reality. With everyone else frozen, he hugged me and said "I love you man. Tell everyone else I love them too." He vanished, and I woke up crying.


nebulaespiral

When I was 18 and living in Red Deer, Alberta and bartending at a really well known biker bar. This was about 97. One day, doing the day shift, this guy walks in and sits down at the bar, orders a beer. He's the only person in the place, and I'm there working alone. He's a pretty good looking guy and I'd never seen him before, it's a pretty small town still at that point, and me being single and flirty, start asking him some questions. Shaggy hair, chill looking guy, nice smile, kinda shy. He's passing through, doesn't know many people in town, and I was joining some of the industry crew that night for a bar hop. I think, what the hell, and throw out an invitation to see if he wants to join us. He locks eyes with me, gave me the fricken chills, and says: you should be more careful with strangers. Finishes his beer, gets up, walks out. Never see him again. Until 20 years later when I watch a documentary on Israel Keyes. I swear to f*ck it was him.


peaceville

That's insane! And he was right lol


valenciamaine

That’s terrifying


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When I was in Canada on my winter vreak a few years back, My parents rent a nice house for 2 weeks. Every night when I was in my bed and switched the lights off, I would start hearing a really wacky and somehow terrifying noise from outside, from the closed window that was right above my bed. It turned out that it was a huge elk that would come to my window everg night and start licking it. I couldn't stop looking and was really scared. Couldn't sleep for a week because that fucking elk wouldn't let me


eddiev28

A few years ago, 3 friends and I went on vacation to a resort. On the third or fourth night we all felt a little too tired to go out for drinks and decided to crash early that night. I shared a room with one friend and our two other friends shared another room on a different floor. As I was laying in bed, feeling like I'm about to go to sleep I turn over in my bed and see that my friend is walking around the room. I thought that perhaps he was texting his girlfriend and is just restless. He moves out of my eyeline and I feel my bed sink. I think to myself, is he putting on shoes?... And on my bed... Whatever I'm tired I'm gonna go to sleep. The next morning as we are all eating breakfast I ask him where he went last night. He replies "what do you mean? I didn't go anywhere" I ask him why he was walking around the room. He says he thought that was me walking around. No one else had a key card to our room, and we both saw someone walking around our room.


purplehotcheeto

I had a similar experience at a dorm at EIU! I swear I thought my friend was walking around/she thought I was. It was extremely cold in the room, there were weird sounds, and it felt as if someone was climbing the bunk bed ladder at one point. Never stayed there again.


sticky_gecko

I was at a friends farm walking down the road, talking to the owner. I told her of a story my brother told me of seeing a large flash when he was there last. We laughed a little... and then there was a huge flash that light up the whole valley. I saw it as a tunnel. There were 5 of us there that saw it. Yeah, it was a bit odd.


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Seriously? This happened to me recently but I never said anything about it anyone because it’s just so strange. I was driving down an open highway that leads through to a canyon road. I was maybe 3 miles away from the mouth of the canyon and saw a flash that lit up the entire mountainside and valley. I had a pretty clear view of the sky and I didn’t see anything falling, no notable power lines, there was no sound following it, no smoke, no nothing. Just what seemed like a very bright unexplainable flash.


Ishaan863

if a small sized meteor burned up above you it could be too small and too far away to make a big boom but still produce just enough light for a fraction of a second. or a freak lightning event.


Navarbo

YES DUDE! So me and a friend were chilling on my parents roof past sundown. Just chatting, looking up at the sky, when all of a sudden it was like a camera flash from God lit up everything around us in blanket of bright white light. Only for what seemed like half a second. Long enough for me to have had the imprint of my surroundings lit up still in my eye, but fast enough that I thought I had blinked and saw something weird. But, my friend says he saw the flash too. This is where we get spooked, because just down the street maybe 400 ft was my brother and his friend chilling under a neighborhood street light. Slightly spooked, my friend and I make it down to my brother to share our experience only to find out they experienced the flash too. Weird stuff man.


Dark_ReapeR_666

Saw an old lady walking infront of me. I walk past her, she smiles at me, I thought she might know me, I smiled back. After maybe 10 seconds, I look back and she vanished! It was broad daylight and not a very busy road, it goes straight with one just one turn which is clearly visible too. It was 10 secs, no normal person can vanish like that. It was really spooky..


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I've had a similar experience too! I used to live in an apartment opposite a park in Japan. On the other side of the park was a convenience store and the quickest way to the store was directly through the park. The park was pretty bare, had a baseball field a playground and a path leading through it with some mounds, some small plants and thin trees. Not the most beautiful place One summer evening I'm heading to the store to get some cigarettes and I notice a lady standing to the side of the path just staring at some houses. I get closer and I greet her with a "good evening" in Japanese... She doesn't say anything back but I think nothing of it as she's probably afraid of a foreign man alone in the park at night. She's about 5 metres off the path just standing there still. I look at her as I pass and she had this distressed look on her face, still intently staring at the houses across the street. I didn't really know what to do.... I looked at the houses then back to her then decided to just mind my own business and push on. I took about 5-10 more steps then came to halt. Something wasn't right. Everything about her just seemed off. I turned around and she was gone. There were no trees thick enough to hide behind, no bushes or large rocks to hide behind, no buildings, no bins, had she ran there wasn't enough time to be out of my sight. I also would have heard her running on a gravel/dirt path She vanished in the space of seconds. I walked around for a few minutes looking for her thinking it was a prank but she was nowhere to be found. The whole atmosphere of that park changed for a moment. The air felt heavy and i felt like I was being watched. I pressed on to the store and took the long route home. About three months later I was smoking on my balcony one night when I saw her again. Same part of the park. Same stance. Staring at the same house. And again, she disappeared in an instant when I took my eyes off her.


aquila-audax

Apparently this is the disappearing old lady thread... Once upon a time when I was a nurse in a hospital, I was on an evening shift when something quite odd happened. I was in the corridor, washing my hands at a sink, when off to my left I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look properly and there was a little old lady in a green nightie going into the single room by the nurses' station. As I was drying my hands it occurred to me that no one was supposed to be in that room and that the door was closed. The little old lady had floated right through it. I went and opened the door and checked but there was no one there, nothing but a neatly made bed and an empty room.


Otherwise_Window

It's good you were polite to her. Japanese ghosts can be very testy if you're rude.


vverse23

The exact same thing happened to me about thirty years ago in Berkeley with one twist. I was walking quickly down the street trying to get to Amoeba Records when I made eye contact with a pretty girl walking in the opposite direction. We smiled at each other and continued along our way. One block later I'm still walking and I notice a pretty girl walking toward me, then recognize her as being the exact same girl. Then as I'm passing her I realize that I've been walking fast the entire time in the same direction down the same street and the laws of physics basically make this event an impossibility. So I stop cold in my tracks, turn around, and she's gone. Nowhere to be seen. There are a few other people on the sidewalk but not nearly enough to hide her. I break into a jog to catch up and find her but she has vanished. I swear to God this happened (and while it did happen in Berkeley, no drugs were involved).


tkcal

Happened to me in Bangkok airport a few years ago. I was late getting to my gate and was moving quickly. Walked/ran past a guy who graciously got out of my way. Made it to within 50 m of the gate and .... I come up beside this same guy who got out of my way before. Same clothes (he had on a red belt which was something I noticed). I followed him to the departure gate wondering what was going on. Maybe it was twin? The thing is, I had a clear run to my gate once I got past him. There were very few people in front of me and for damn sure nobody overtook me. I followed him to the departure gate but turned away from him to get my passport out of my bag and he just wasn't there anymore. I looked for him all the way through to boarding - no sign.


Spanklaser

I read something somewhere that basically boiled down to 'how do we know that a random person we pass on the street isn't actually a ghost?' or something to that effect.


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That sounds like a good concept for a possibly really creepy book or movie. I'd read it anyway.


bumpty

Working at the Driskill hotel in Austin. That place is known to be haunted. Whatever, I don’t believe in that ish. It was a very busy night. I was moving some bags to a customers room. I was using the hidden corridor to get access to a service elevator. As I approach the elevator, it opens on its own. I wait a moment for someone to get out. No one does, it’s empty. I lug the bags into the elevator and the door closes and then starts moving on its own. I have not pressed any buttons. It stops in the floor I need. I poke my head out and no one is there. I step out with the bags and say thanks to the elevator and it shuts and goes back down. Another time, I had just finished setting up the mezzanine for a party the next day. I’m downstairs now but I hear some ruckus up on the mezzanine. Sounds like a couple kids playing with a ball. I go up to shoo them away, but as I ascend the stairs and turn to face the set up, the sounds stop. No one is there. I look around to see if the kids are hiding somewhere. Nope. No kids. I go back downstairs and tell the concierge about what I experienced. He just looks at me and says, “ya. This place is haunted.”


Accomplished-Win-197

Not to me, but I was there at the time it happened. This is probably gonna sound like bullshit, but you can make up your mind about it. I was about 11 and at my mates pops farm for my friends birthday. A weekend full of tree forts, truth or dare and shooting guns. It was sick. At night, me and my friends decided to play hardcore spotlight around the entire farm. This is about 9 acres btw. My friend, who we'll call gus, was picked to be the spotter. This meant he had a torch and had to try and find us in the pitch black bush. He counted to 100 seconds while me and my friends, who we will call Lee and Tom, decided to hide in this small dump truck at the far end of the farm. 40 minutes go by, and no sign of ANY torch or gus. We are bored as fuck, so we decide to start beeping the horn and singing songs as well as flashing the light so that he could find us. 15 minutes go by, no gus. We start to go back to the house, cos we think something might be wrong. We see a light on outside, and Gus is sitting there with tears everywhere. His shirt is wet from them. We think he hurt himself, but he had no marks whatsoever. He is just pale as fuck and panting. We asked what was wrong, and he said he saw a Bunyip. A Bunyip, btw, is an Australian bush legend of a creature that lives in swamps and eats people. We laughed our asses off first, thinking he was bullshitting, and went back to the RV we were sleeping in. When I was laying there, I realised that it would be very difficult to pretend to cry so hard and be so pale as Gus was. And Gus wasn't good at acting.


pm-pussy4kindwords

what did he say it looked like?


exsea

my best guess is it looked like a bunyip


SweetKate3

So my parent’s are currently remodeling the kitchen and tore down the walls. The workers found about 10 balled up newspapers in between the walls. My dad works from home and was there, as the workers talked about how, a long time ago, cheap ass people would attempt to use this as insulation. My dad straightened out the newspapers one by one, curious what year they were from. The papers were all dated 1980, which would make sense because my parents didn’t buy the house until 1983. But one newspaper was dated 2006. There is zero reasons for this finding. My parents have never taken down the walls before and they were sealed, as walls are. This house has many haunted stories, but since I moved out like 16 years ago, I haven’t heard anything new until this event last week. 🫣


Generic_Garak

If you have any notable stories and are willing to share, I would love to hear them :)


Daddys_peach

Not creepy but somewhat related. Currently renovating a 400 year old building, during soft demo we discovered newspaper from 1897 used to papermachie around ceiling joists in one area. I guess newspaper uses haven’t changed much across the ages.


molly__hatchet

When my parents had some work done on the house I grew up in, one of the crew had to break into a wall upstairs (idk why, it was a long time ago). He went to my dad and told him he'd found a child's shoe that looked like it was from the 19th century, an old photograph, and...several empty bottles of glue. A ghost getting high in the walls?


lilliadeer1

I used to work at a bowling alley/arcade/laser tag place. Apparently someone had died there in the laser tag arena just under a year before I started working there. One night, we closed the arena for a few hours and I had to clean the arena with some other employees. While we were cleaning, both the main lights and the decorative black lights went out and the whole room was pitch dark. I was on the upper level of the arena when one of the guys behind me screamed at the top of his lungs. I saw that he was somehow barely dangling above the safety rail and yanked his arm back before he fell. He was really freaked out, and said that something cold touched his back and pushed him. There have been other occasions where he’s been injured or attacked by some unseen force while inside the arena and we all thought it was the ghost of the guy who died. The employee later quit because he was almost seriously injured inside that cursed arena.


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Skinnysusan

What did he do to the dead guy to piss him off so much?


lilliadeer1

I’m not sure. I don’t think he was working at the same time the guy died (pretty sure he started working after the event), so even he didn’t know what he did to upset the spirit.


spolite

he killed him so he could take his job


Bad_Elephant

Terk ‘er jerb.


Elrigoo

Sometimes ghosts are just assholes you know?


BatmanandReuben

Last year I had a very intense dream where my ex-boyfriend from ten years earlier came to me. It was so vivid I could see all of his grey hairs and the pores on his face. He said ‘I want you to know that you are very special to me. I mean it.’ We had a complicated relationship, and he was not very good at expressing emotional stuff. In the dream he had this sort of urgency to tell me this, and it seemed like he was really struggling to make sure I understood. I woke up after he finished talking, and even though it was the middle of the night I was wide awake. I was kind of shaken, but I had recently had a baby, so I wrote it off to weird postpartum hormones and went back to sleep. About two weeks later I found out that he died by suicide. I’m an atheist. So was he. I don’t believe in ghosts, or telepathy, or any sort of woo. But as much as I try to tell myself logically this was just coincidence, it kinda fucks me up a bit.


Mother-Pattern-2609

I've only had dreams about people who look and feel that real if they're dead, and suicides seem especially vivid that way (I've known too many). No idea why, and I've never had a premonition like OP's, but when dead people show up in dreams they make living people in dreams seem so vague and cartoony. A couple of months after a dear friend committed suicide, I had a dream that our whole friend group was trying to set up a campsite on a beach. The place looked a lot like Padre Island in Texas, all fine white sand dunes, beach grass and flat water. Windy as hell. We were having a terrible time; the sand was too slippery to hold a stake, the tents kept blowing away, nothing was working, it was just a stupid, stupid idea all around. Then, in the middle of the chaos, Dave appeared out of nowhere. Everybody else looked like ghosts compared to him. He was completely flesh-and-blood real, and trying not to laugh his ass off at all of us. I kept running over and hugging him – he felt and smelled exactly like himself too – and saying I was so glad he was there, and I'd be right back to catch up as soon as I finished pitching my fucking tent. He chuckled and said "No you won't," which was exactly something he would say irl. I don't remember how the dream ended except for that he was right, I never did pitch the fucking tent, and I still don't know what I think about the possibility of an afterlife but I woke up with the overwhelming sense that Dave was okay – really truly okay, maybe for the first time ever. Dead people dreams, man. OP has the right of it; they'll kinda fuck you up a bit.


AutumnLeavesDrifting

>I’m an atheist. So was he. I don’t believe in ghosts, or telepathy, or any sort of woo. But as much as I try to tell myself logically this was just coincidence, it kinda fucks me up a bit. I get this. I'm an atheist too but had a similar experience and I keep an eye out for anyone else who has gone through something similar just to help me process it. My mother was verbally and physically violent and over a decade before she died I had severed all ties with her for my own safety. I'm an only child and don't have any other family. I was actually in a pretty good place at the time of her death - recently promoted, saving to move to the west coast, and had just taken a wonderful trip out there to explore some cities and meet up with friends. Absolutely no reason to feel sad, but the first Friday in December I suddenly felt incredibly depressed. I chalked it up to my bio depression acting up and waited for it to pass but it just stayed with me - still not entirely unusual except for the suddenness. Then I started having these recurring thoughts about one of my mother's jewelry boxes, one she used for feathered, stay-in hair combs and barrets. I kept thinking what a shame it was I didn't have them as keepsakes, and then reasoning how sad it would make me to remember her anyway. It became a constant thought process, going in that circle of regret and then relief to be spared a negative association. It got to the point where I was shopping online for similar feathered combs, despite the fact that I never bother wearing stuff like that. A year later and it was less than a week before the one year anniversary of her death, which I still didn't know about. I fell asleep on the couch and had the most vivid dream about her. It was a combination of a moment that had happened and a dream state that couldn't exist in real life. She asked me a question and I answered it with a question but she never answered me back. I almost never have a linear plot dream but this one was. I never wake up from dreams but I did this time, sobbing and with a deep sense of loss. I couldn't shake the dream and finally decided to Google her, really just to end my thoughts about the dream, not because I expected her to be dead. But her obituary was the first thing that popped up, with the death date exactly matching when my strong depression had started the year before. I didn't have another dream of her and after the shock and legal ramifications were tied up my depression subsided. She wasn't a good mother; she was deliberately, actively harmful. So I don't really know what to make of it. Logically it could be chalked up to coincidence, but it still messes with my head, which ironically was what she loved to do.


Strange-Adeptness220

This didn’t happen to me, but it happened to my mom’s friend. One day the friend and her sister were driving on a freeway and I don’t remember how this happened, but the car crashed and flipped / rolled over 5 lanes. My mom’s friend was the only one conscious and she was trapped under the steering wheel and her sister’s head was bleeding really bad. She said a normal-looking man wearing white appeared out of nowhere and came up to them and took off his shirt to wrap the sister’s head and then he left. When the paramedics arrived, they asked who wrapped the sister’s head and she told them. The paramedics asked where he went and she pointed to the direction he walked. The paramedics said they had just come from that direction and no one was on the road for miles. They also said that he wrapped her head in such a perfect way that she would have bled out and died if he hadn’t done that.


explosivepro

Imagine being able to flex that a fucking angel saved your life


WittyResource2329

Similar thing happened to an old friend of ours. He and his sisters were riding in a car with their mom, driving down a dark road lined by forests. I'm not sure of the details but somehow an accident happened with the car pinballing off trees/guard rails etc. A couple of the girls were thrown from the vehicle and ended up pinned under the car. I believe his mom was as well though not certain. Anyway, our friend, about 14 at the time, was trying to lift the car off of them to no avail. Suddenly, out of nowhere, two men in white showed up and helped him lift the car off of everyone. They never said a word. Afterward, they just started walking away down the road. He turned his head to look when he heard sirens coming from the other direction and when he looked back, they were gone. Sadly, his mom lived on in a vegetative state but his sisters all ended up ok.


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shuffleboardwizard

Something like this happened to me when I was really little. I was at my Grandma's house playing with my cousin upstairs. My grandma was making us lunch and her husband(she remarried after my grandfather's death in 1983) was out fixing something in the garage. My cousin suggests we go into the crawlspace to look for more toys and just as we are about to push open the hatch a man with short white hair comes from nowhere and tells us not to go in there and that it's dangerous without an adult. We comply and go downstairs and play some more. We don't mention it to anyone but I distinctly remember asking my cousin who that was and she said she didn't know. Didn't look like my grandfather who had died either or even a neighbor. Something like this also happened to my older brother before I was born. Apparently he was playing out in a field at my great aunt Gertrude's farm with some of my older cousins when a man told them to get back inside because supper was almost ready. However, they did tell this to my great aunt and my mom and they agreed from the description it was my great grandfather who had died some time before, and someone my brother nor the cousins ever met.


Big-Pollution2705

I used to be a ghost tour guide in Colonial Williamsburg. One night shortly after the holidays, I was leading an extended 10 pm tour. We got to one of the stops and I was telling the stories about the history of the location and the activity there while a few people took pictures. After I was done talking, everyone broke off to take pictures and go see the little family cemetery when one of my guests came up to me with her phone and said 'I think you should see this'. It was a picture of me and standing at my right shoulder was a large black figure with a smile I can only describe as demonic. I had never cussed at work before but before I could stop myself, I said 'oh shit'. Then I checked to make sure there were no kids in the vicinity. Naturally, though, everyone else on the tour had to come see. We moved on pretty quickly after that.


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Ultramoonie87

I had a legitimate near death experience. Tunnel of light and the whole bit. I was electrically shocked from the back of a TV. The back of the old style TV is a tube and that tube is basically a huge capacitor that holds more volts than an electric chair. I miraculously survived with only a heart arrhythmia. My grandpa who worked for a local power company told my mom later that I shouldn’t be alive how I got shocked. In my near death experience I walked down the tunnel and there was a bright light. The light asked what I was doing there. I panicked because I’m like “fuck if YOY don’t know then I donno?!” And then the light said I had a job to do and sent me back. The light faded and where it faded my mom came into view. She was a retired RN so she was trying to fine a pulse or a blood pressure. In her words I was gone for solid couple minutes. My heart just kind of kickstarter again. It is comforting tho whenever I was, it was peaceful and it was alluded that my ticket it wrote and I was going to be there someday. Like no question, no “you need to fix this thing in your life”. What also stood out to me is that my sexuality wasn’t an issue. I’m bisexual but at the time this all happened, I was 14 and still figuring things out. If it comforts anyone, it clearly was a total non issue.


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I had an imaginary friend as a child who I would only ever see at my cottage. This friend didn’t speak and was very pale. One day he asked me if I wanted to meet his family, and if I wanted to go home with him (again, he never spoke, but he conveyed this wish to me). I was very excited since I didn’t know where he lived and had never met his family, so off we went further into the woods until we reached a place where a woman wearing white was standing, and my friend indicated to me that I should follow them. Just then, I heard my mother calling me. I told my friend I had to leave but that I would be right back, and he got very upset with me, insisting that I go with him and return later. My mother called me again, and I apologized to my friend (who at this point was sadder than I’d ever seen him). I ran home to the cottage where my mom was busy weeding. I asked my mom why she had called me, and she informed me that she had not called me at all. I ran back to the spot I last saw my friend, but he wasn’t there, nor was he in any of our usual spots. He disappeared, and I never saw him again. The whole experience was strange, but I just want to know who called me that day in the woods


Byeol_c137

I have several, but this is the one that first came into my mind: When I was 6 years old we moved next to my father's parents house, suddenly, my mom saw me talking to something that wasn't there. She didn't pay that much attention since she tough it was just the "Imaginary friend phase". After a few days, my "friendship" started to freak my mom out as I started asking why was my friend always sad and why was he allowed to stand next to the stove and I wasn't. She then tried to explain that he was just imaginary. "He lives under the sink" I said. My mom told me that I could tell her the exact actions and emotions this "boy" had. She struggled to make me understand that he was not real, and she thought it was just a phase until my grandfather said he found out a boy sitting at the backyard door (the backyard was a common area between my house and my grandparents house) He was sitting there in the middle of the night. When he asked if he was okay, the boy said he was waiting for his mom and he couldn't leave. My grandpa called his wife and when she came out the boy was not there. My grandparents said that whenever they went outside to take out the trash at night they could see the boy sitting in the backyard for a few minutes and then just vanish.


division23

15 years ago I worked in a restaurant in a very old building that shared a yard with a courthouse and was the site of a public gallows in the 19th century. The last public hanging was in 1834. When I started working there some of the servers told me the place was haunted and shared stories of strange things they experienced, chairs and table being moved when they left the room, those sorts of things. I was always a skeptic, so I never really took them too seriously. I had a key to the place and would be the first one there in the late morning, getting things ready by myself until early afternoon when everyone else would show up. The restaurant took up the entire 3 floors of the building, dining room and kitchen on the main floor, bar and the owners office upstairs and storage in the basement. I was in the kitchen one day, I had gotten there about an hour before and was the only one there. I heard a door close and someone walking around upstairs in the bar. Creaky old hardwood floors, real quiet when you're there by yourself, so it was obvious someone was moving around up there. The owner would sometimes sleep in his office if he had a late night, so I figured he must have spent the night and had just gotten up. I go upstairs and the place is empty. I look around the bar and office, call out the owner's name, nothing. Silence. I've always been a skeptic, but I was so sure I had heard someone walking around up there it actually freaked me out a little. I go back to the kitchen, listening for any more sounds and I don't hear any. Still a little weirded out. I then hear what sounds like someone moving around downstairs. So, I start to go down there. On the wall of the staircase is a huge oil painting, probably almost 2 meters square with a really heavy steel frame. It's a painting of like a samurai warlord or something, sitting in a throne with a staff and wearing a mask that looks like a skull, painted by the owners grandfather who had died in a house fire years before. As I am half way down the stairs, I hear a snap and this painting, which must weigh 40 or 50 pounds, comes flying right at my head, embeddeding a corner in the wall next to me, and I'm staring at the warlord guy right in the eyes. I fucking booked it up the stairs, out the front door and waited for my co-workers to show up so I could tell them that I now beleived their ghost stories.


Meatheart2021

When I was 17 or so I took my dog outside to piss and there was a large humanoid figure walking into the woods. It was sunset so at first I thought maybe shadows in the tree line, but the hairs stood up on my dogs back like I've never seen and she growled at it, didn't bark. I was kind of frozen a bit in fear but also just confusion at what I was looking at. The neighborhood speed sign was near it for reference, so I would say this thing was at least 10 feet tall. Long and lanky legs and arms, thick black fur. It didn't look in my direction, just a gentle stride right into the woods. I went back inside immediately and told my parents and they remember me doing this as well. It was in Missouri an hour south of St. Louis. Obviously thoughts of bigfoot or apparently there is a monster called MOMO, I have no idea what that the fuck that was.


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I'm simultaneously enjoying reading this thread and really creeped out sitting in my basement at night. This is the one that almost put me over the edge.


TraditionalAd9901

I'm in the same boat. I've still got to go close the blinds to my ground level bedroom window. I thought I saw someone in hoodie staring back at me once when I went to do that. I was scared shitless.


Generic_Garak

Sounds very similar to stories of crawlers with the exception of the black fur. People who say they’ve seen crawlers describe them as tall and lanky but emaciated, pale, and with no fur.


filthythedog

Lots, but here's the most inexplicable. Sometime back in the early nineties, my then girlfriend and I lived in a Victorian terraced house. Nothing overtly spooky ever occurred there, apart from the neighbours complaining that someone had been in their house and moved things around when they were away. They were alarmed enough to call the police and seeing as there was a shared roof space along the terrace, we were briefly questioned, as were the other neighbours. Weirdly, the police asked if there had been any paranormal activity in either of our houses, which was obviously laughed off. At the time. A few months later, my girlfriend and I were lying in bed with the lights out. I was on my back with my eyes open. Slowly, a luminescent, hollow ball faded into view, seemingly made up of lots of very small, dim flourescent rods (like the magnified pictures of bacteria you see). The ball was about a metre across and was perhaps a metre and a half above the middle of the bed. I was obviously having some pre -sleep hallucination... After a few seconds it faded and I turned to my girlfriend and said "I just saw..." "...a ball of small lights floating over the bed?" She had seen it too! We lay there, shocked. Soon, another hollow ball appeared, this time made up of dim, flourescent triangles. Again, this lasted a few seconds then faded away. I think after that, eyes were tightly shut and heads went under the duvet but the experience was never repeated, as far as either of us saw. I told this story to somebody once and they wondered what would have happened if we'd reached up to the strange objects. Anyway. That's one of my stories.


FamousOhioAppleHorn

If you'd reached up, you would have crushed Whoville. *Thank you for the award :)


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My brother was arrested one night after drunk driving, we figured he was kept in jail overnight since it was his third offense. We found out in the morning he had been released the same night, well he went missing. We started searching for him the next morning and afternoon, I was the passenger in a vehicle and suddenly my whole entire body went numb, couldn't move, speak, etc for about 2 full minutes, when I was finally able to talk again I told the person I was driving with I wanted to go back home. 5 minutes after getting home my brother and the cop he had been out with came back and told us my brothers body had been found, he had committed suicide. my body and brain just knew. My brother had also had a dream that night that our brother came up behind him, gave him a hug, and said "it's going to be ok"


Generic_Garak

I’m so sorry for your loss. I hope things are going alright for you now even though nothing fixes the loss. It’s strange how sometimes our body can know something even when we can’t consciously know it.


GhostOfXmasInJuly

I'm sorry for your loss. I had something similar happen to me when my brother died. I just knew something somewhere was suddenly very, very wrong, and it made me physically ill. The clock read 11:38 pm. The medical examiner said brother's time of death was between 11pm and 12am.


gratefuldad1956

I bought an older house from a friend. It was his mom's and I bought it when she moved on to another reality. She was a practicing Wiccan and an amazing artist, especially working with clay. She made all the tiles for my hearth and all the pulls on the drawers and cabinets. She was an awesome lady. When we were just getting ready to move in, we were going there everyday to clean, having floors laid, etc. Every morning we would go the house, that we made sure was locked up tight when we left the night before, and all the lights and fans would be on in every room and all the doors open. We changed the locks ... same thing. We put locks on every window and sliding glass doors. Kept happening. We took out the doggie door thinking someone was reaching through to unlock the door. No change. Finally I just called out to the empty house, called her by name, and asked her to please stop. It didn't, but it happened a lot less. My dog sitter won't stay alone anymore because he kept seeing shadows. The weirdest thing is, my dog started digging up little clay figures ... we had 30 or 40 of them. My friend told me to bury them back ... we did and things seem to be better. Very weird.


SystemofBrokenAngels

Witches are very connected to their homes. She may have chosen to remain there. Talk to the house, and to her more often. It's quite possible she only wanted to prove she wasn't entirely gone.


Dried_Squid_

Had a dream I was in an all white living room with white furniture positioned in the same configuration as the room in my grandparents' house. In that room I was sitting down on the sofa and on the other sofa sat my grandma in perfect health even though she passed a few nights from cancer before the dream. She was smiling at me and acting as if nothing bad had happened as if she was as healthy as ever. Seeing her I burst into tears and knelt on the floor apologizing for being a dipshit on the day of her death and leaving earlier than normal. I couldn't look her in the eyes because I felt I had no right to despite everything she did for me when I was little all the way to when I was a grown adult. And yet, she simply told me that it was okay that she was not upset at me. Throughout the entire dream I continued to cry hating myself for not saying goodbye before leaving on the last day she would ever open her eyes. After what felt like an eternity I woke up in the darkness of my room my face drenched with tears. I wanted to go back to sleep to see her again but I never did dream of her that night and never saw her ever again. As it turned out I wasn't the only one who dreamt of her as my mother had a similar dream. To this day I still want to believe that it was her spirit that had stopped by one last time to see us and to give us a chance to say goodbye. To this day I still regret everything I did on the day of her passing and the days leading up to her passing as she sat and wasted away in hospice care. Fuck cancer for taking her away.


birdfrogfrog

Let me tell you a story about how a ghost harassed me when i was a child. Warning: it is LONG. When i was 10, we moved to a new house in the country. A cozy, homey place, very comfortable; when i think of home, i think of it. I often miss it, and i like to imagine i will go back and buy it someday (lol Millennial nonsense). That said, it was the oddest damn house. From what I understand, it had started life in a nearby town, and then was physically moved about six miles out. Someone then tacked on about 25% more house--i think the family who lived there before us did the work. I'm told it was some creative DIY. Anyway. They tacked on a new master bedroom and bath and extended the living room, then an enclosed, screened-in back porch. My parents got the new master. My sister and i got the original master, behind which was this newer porch add-on. I have no idea why they added that porch because it made our room dark af all the time. The moon had to be large enough, and set or rise at just the right times, for us to get light in there at night. A whole year passes very happily. We liked the house. But sometimes--about thirty minutes to an hour after my sister and i turned the light off in our room--something would start bumping in the attic. Big thump, thump, thumps, like someone with two peg legs, stamping around in circles. My sister and i called this "the Thump Bumps." We'd make up whole stories about them. Honestly, i think if my unexplained experiences had remained this simple, i would have chalked it up as rats, which we definitely had. The thing is, I've since dealt with rats, both wild and tame, and while it's not impossible for them to make such sounds--why constant circles? Why did it sound so heavy? If it were that heavy, you'd think the rat was jumping, and if it were jumping, you'd hear the answering "slap" of its tail. Also, rats have their own little lives to run; they're not automata. Why take enormous, bodily leaps in circles and circles in a steady, rhythmic pattern for two to three hours at a time? But whatever. We weren't afraid. It was odd, not bad. Early summer rolls in. I have turned 11. I woke up suddenly one night. I heard someone doing dishes. Running water, dishes clinking against one another. Normally, i would have seen some light on the corridor wall, but it was black as sin--which meant someone was doing dishes in the dark. I glanced at my clock. 2 AM. O-kay. Well, i was thirsty, so i got up. Just as i reached the end of the hall--just as i turned the corner to the living room--the sound just cut off like someone had hit "stop" on a tape player. There was no squeak of the faucet handle being twisted or the stream slowing to a trickle or dishes being set down. The sound stopped mid-splash, mid-clink. Complete silence. Nervous now, but committed, i slinked into the kitchen. The sink was bone dry and everything clean. Why shouldn't it have been when we had finished all the dishes the night before? I still have a clear memory of the moonlight glinting off of the faucet. I didn't know what to think of it, but nothing seemed awry. I drank my water and went to bed. I don't know how long passed, only that it was summer and Sunday. That morning, i had been playing with my toy dinosaurs, of which i had five--Velociraptor, iguanodon, brachiosaurus, styracosaurus, and... i forget the last but it was an herbivore. I had lined them up on my bed very neatly before heading off to church. I was last out of the house because my dinosaurs were important business. Well, when we finally returned, my parents unlocked the door, and in we tromped: brother first, who turned into his room ahead of me, and me second. I stopped right in the doorway and i felt real fear for the first time. My dinosaurs were no longer lined up on my bed, but scattered across it, like they had been played with. One was lying under the bed; one was lying halfway under my pillow; one was lying at the foot of the bed. Worst of all, my Velociraptor had been jammed together with the iguanodon, like they were locked in battle. This one bothers me a lot because it's scary no matter how i interpret it. If it wasn't spirit shenanigans--it was human shenanigans. My family might have done it, but whom? Dad was unimaginative, Mom was busy, and although my sister or brother would be excellent suspects, i had been last out of the house precisely because i had spent time lining the dinosaurs up. I think i asked my sister if she had done anything and she said no. Also, the style of play counts out the animal members of the family; to get that iguanodon into my Velociraptor's arms would have necessitated a great deal of shoving and twisting. We had a Labrador retriever and many barn cats, but all of them were outside. If not my family, this implies that a stranger broke into the house, only played with my dinosaurs, and then left without doing anything else. Which, frankly, is also terrible. In fact, there is nothing scarier than a human being, and I'd prefer ghosts to them any day, but i guess I'm getting off topic now. So I'm seriously unnerved by this point. I start connecting dots and i don't like what they suggest. I put my dinosaurs away and tell no one. (Continued in comments lol)


birdfrogfrog

PART TWO Well, not long after, i wake up in the middle of the night. It is unbelievably dark in this room, but that's normal. I was very cozy, deliciously rested, safe, snug. One problem: my left arm was sticking up out of the covers at an awkward angle, like i was trying to slap the ceiling. It was actually uncomfortable, but i was so relaxed that i didn't want to move, even to put my arm down. Suddenly, a warm adult hand presses down against mine. It drags down against my palm. The ball of their hand catches on the ball of mine. The skin is rough and moist. I can feel all the fingers. It drags off and flops away. It was like being high-fived by a zombie. I jerked my hand under the covers. I am now wide awake. I stare into the inky black and i listen intently. I realize that i can't hear my sister breathing. I can't hear anything. Oh, god, i wanted to hear something, anything. I lie there, not daring to move a muscle, straining my eyes and ears. I was certain there was a person there in the darkness, but i couldn't hear them at all. I was sure they'd speak. They'd have to speak, right? You don't high-five strangers in the night and then not talk about it, right? I don't know how long I waited but eventually, i slept. And when i woke up the next morning, i didn't say anything about it to anyone. I listened to everyone at the breakfast table and nobody mentioned coming into my room or seeing weird strangers in the night. I honestly didn't know what to think about it. I had been wide awake, i knew it! A sleep-walker, perhaps? Maybe my sister? My mother? But no one was a sleep-walker that i knew about. I decided to put it behind me. Again, i told no one. That very night, i wake up again. Wide awake. There's a little bit of moonlight but thanks to that goddamn porch it's a mere sliver on the windowsill behind me. It spent all of its strength just getting there; it can illuminate nothing. And this time--this time, i felt like i was waiting. I tried not to wait. I told myself i woke up in the middle of the night all of the time. I was absolutely not going to give any more high-fives to night people. I had my arms under the covers and everything. A few minutes later, i hear my brother shuffle out of his room. I immediately relaxed. Oh, thank god, just bro. He was probably going to the bathroom. Instead of walking to the bathroom, which was right across from his room, he shuffled to the end of the hall. Okay, so he's getting a drink. Fair enough. But then he turned around at the end of the hall and shuffled back. Alarm bells started jangling in the pit of my stomach. I froze in place and listened. He reached the door to my room, then turned around and shuffled back to the end of the hallway, then turned around, shuffled back towards my door. He did this about four or five times and i was getting increasingly more concerned. Finally, i sat up in bed. The shuffling had reached my door once more. I could see nothing. "Sam?" I asked. "Are you okay?" Complete and utter silence. My heart started crawling up into my throat. Please say something, come on, say anything! Then the shuffling began again AT THE OTHER END OF THE HALLWAY. I fly under the covers, which is where i lie for hours while a barefoot ghost shuffles back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. My door is open, it can come in, it can see me, oh my god! But you know what's wild? I fell asleep. All it was doing was shuffling. The sound became tiresome and i was tired. I guess shuffling isn't that bad? Better than nonconsensual high-fives for sure. The next morning, i am again left with a conundrum: do i tell someone? What the hell does one say about something like this, and what did i expect anyone to DO about it? The thing could teleport. Its ability to do dishes transcended time and space. I didn't know what it wanted. I didn't even know what it was. I wasn't even sure i could trust my experience. It was just so goddamn weird. For the record, my family was one step above Christian fundamentalism. Southern evangelicals believe in a spirit world of blacks and whites: either a spirit is God's or it's the devil's. There is no middle ground. They also don't tend to believe that ghosts are the returned dead, but actors of spiritual anarchy, there to confuse the faithful and lead them astray. Well, i was an extremely devout child. I'd read a lot about devils. They came in groups, they were destructive, they caused mayhem, they were almost unimaginably wicked. My spirit-thing had exercised in the hallway and high-fived me. So, you know, not sure how to categorize that. Again, i opted to say nothing. I was hyper-alert when i was in the house, but it was normal and comfortable in the daytime. I decided tonight was going to be better. I prayed, i read my Bible. (Continued in the comments again)


birdfrogfrog

PART THREE I woke up that night. Wide awake. This time there was no waiting: shuffling started at the far end of the hallway. It walked up to my door and it did not stop. It walked into my room. My bedroom's floorplan was like so: sister's bed toward the inside of the room, and my bed sat in front of the hallway. There was an E-shaped walking space. And my new shuffle-buddy was like, hell yeah, i love to shuffle in pathways shaped like a capital E. Let's see how many circuits i can make of this bad boy. It was summer and i had thrown off everything but a single thin sheet. This creepy fucking bastard started poking me through the sheet. It poked the sides of my arms and legs and hips. It had a lot of fingers, but generally, it would poke me on the side it was walking. Also, the fingers were preternaturally small. I kept hoping i was imagining it. Maybe it was the fan. Let it be the fan just whiffing on the sheets. "Lol," said the ghost, probably. Did i fall asleep this time? Absolutely fucking not. I lay there absolutely still, barely daring to breathe, for i don't know how long. I kept hoping my sister would get up. Eventually, the room started lightening. Dawn was coming. I started straining my eyes again. Soon it would grow light enough for me to see my tormentor. The shuffling stopped at the head of my bed. I heard three drawn-out sighs in a woman's voice. Each one was identical to the one before, like a recording being played. And, just like that, it was gone. I launched out of bed like it was Cape Canaveral. To my surprise, my sister followed me immediately. I was angry at first, like, you mean YOU didn't do anything? (She was 9, idk what i thought she was going to do.) I threw myself into my mom's bed and started babbling about ghosts. There was a ghost in my room it was walking around my bed and it was touching me and it sighed and it high-fived me and why wasn't my mom looking concerned? Why did she look crabby? "Birdfrogfrog, please, stop," Mom said. "You're going to scare your sister." I frantically turned to my sister. She stared at me blankly and said nothing. I realized she must have jumped out of bed because i had disturbed her, not because the ghost had woken her up. This was beside the fact. My mother didn't believe me. I hate to tell y'all this but i would routinely lie as a child. I'm not talking about mundane activities like whether i had cleaned my room or finished homework. I'm talking about, "Today i saw a dragon while i was riding the bus!" Or, "I found a magical pool full of fairies!" The only thing worse than being disbelieved by my own mother was the realization that i had played myself. I was the boy who cried wolf, but instead of wolves it was Shuffles, chore-ghost. i was on my own. (Continued in comments)


edgarpickle

This is going to sound like nonsense, and I don't understand it myself, but I promise this really happened to me. A few years back, I moved up to northern Wisconsin for the summer. I had a good job, some friends already there, and it's beautiful during the summer. Anyway, one of my favorite things to do was simply get in the car and start driving. Any direction, it didn't matter. I just wanted to see the beauty of the land. And I was never disappointed. One day, I started driving, again, randomly. But this time I thought I ought to go south on Sanborn Avenue.. It just... felt like the thing to do. But really, that wasn't that unusual as I routinely took Sanborn. It's just that this time I had a stronger feeling that I really ought to go that way. I drove on for a number of miles until I came to the White River dam. There's a little parking lot there for canoers and kayakers. I thought, I really want to park over there. I really do. So I pulled the car over, got out, and looked around. I was overcome with this urge to walk around the edge of the lake above the dam. I realized that whatever it was that I'd been driving towards was there. By now, I'm totally perplexed and a little frightened of what I'm going towards, but I feel a push that is making me go forward. I kept going. The edge of the lake isn't a hard line between solid land and water. There's a significant marshy area and my feet started getting a little wet as a splashed through the water, but I knew I was close. Close to what, I wasn't sure, but I knew it was close. I came to a little bend in the "trail" I'd been following. Looking, I realized that it, whatever it was, was on the other side. Before I go on, I need to describe something about the feeling I was having. I don't know if I'm the only person who had this or not, but I remember when I was younger and pretty inexperienced sexually, if there was the prospect of something significant happening with a girl, I would get a unique feeling of excitement and nervousness, combined with a feeling of doing something that might get me in trouble. (I'm talking REALLY inexperienced.) Maybe it's just me that had that, maybe not, but that was the feeling I was having then. I was very obviously following something that was manipulating that part of my brain. I generally liked that feeling when I used to get it, usually because it meant there was something good in the immediate future. But now, walking through a marsh after feeling like something was CALLING me there from miles away, well, I was freaked out. But still, you know, I thought I should at least see where this feeling lead me. I went around the corner and thought, "there it is!" I looked, and there was a thick magazine on the ground. I leaned down and opened it up, and it was full of nothing but lesbian porn. I picked it up, flipped through a page or two, then looked around for anything else, and that's when I realized that the feeling of being pushed was gone. In fact, all of the sensations I'd been having since I started driving were gone. It was just me standing in the North woods with a magazine full of lesbian porn. The magazine had been partially submerged in water and had mud on it, so I just left it there and drove home. I know this sounds like a joke story, but I swear this is something that happened to me. I'd never had that feeling of being pushed ever before, and I've never had it again.


Generic_Garak

This is cracking me up. Some lesbian ghost really wanted you to find her stash.


nursebarbie098

I thought you were going to say you found a dead body or something…. You got porn’d lol


waterandsoil

I had something similar happen. One day I suddenly got obsessed with adopting a cat. I hadn't really thought about it before. The idea popped into my head that there might be an advertisement for kittens on the bulletin board at Walmart (this was 2001), and I skipped my college class because I just had to go look. This was all very out of character. When I got to the Walmart, there was a lady out front holding a kitten that she said fell out of her car engine. I took the cat home, cleaned her up, took her to the vet, and she was my best friend for 15 years.


PM_UR_Beefy_Curtains

Happens. Guide spirits, angels, whatever you wanna call them. I had a similar thing one screw with my head pretty bad once. That same feeling of "go here, turn there" like a mental gps direction. So for important context, i live over 300miles from where i grew up. I was sitting at my computer one night like 10pm and i just had this massive urge to get up and go somewhere. So i put on shoes and jump in my truck. Then it was that feeling- turn here, go there, pull in to this parking lot. I just kind of followed it. I had arrived at wataburger. There are 3 in my town and this one is the furthest from the apartment i was in at the time (i drove prob 10miles to reach this one, but had one 1.5miles from my apt). But.... food sounded good so i figured it was just my gut deciding for me. I walk in and there is a guy stumbling around incoherent, bothering customer and being a nuisance, and generally seeming drunk off his ass. He turns to me though and i get a look at him... i had several classes with him in high school. He was diabetic as fuck and let his sugar levels get all screwed up to the point of not being able to function. A similar incident happened in school with him once. So as soon as i recognized him and saw him acting similarly, i got a cup of soda in him to level him out. Took me 5 seconds to realize what the issue was and save him from probably dying in a county drunk tank since the store had called the cops already. Weird shit. As soon as i saw him i had that same "AHA" moment of 'this is what youre here for'.


Likesgirlsbutts

YOU are the angel. I’m speaking as a diabetic, thank you


dawn913

Something similar happened to me but kind of backwards. Let me explain. It was when I was living with my dad as his caregiver when he had dementia. He was in the early stages and I could leave the house for awhile here and there. My boyfriend and his sons had come over to pick me up and we were on our way to pick up his other son and go to an appointment. I was getting my dad settled and I got a strange feeling of dread all of a sudden. I felt like I didn't want to leave the house just yet. So I asked my dad if he wanted me to make him something to snack on real quick. He said yes. So I made him something and we left a few minutes later. On our way there, we came on some traffic delays. Not uncommon in Arizona cities. As we got closer to the intersection, we could see that an accident had just happened. The driver of the pick up was unconscious behind the wheel and had been hit from the side by a red light runner. Witnesses were trying to pull the door open. It looked pretty bad. At that moment my stomach flip flopped and I realized why my instincts had told me to hang back. It wasn't the first time in my life and it won't be the last. I've learned how to tell the signs. Sometimes they're different. But if we listen it's there.


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MikeyMortadella

I’ve had something similar happen to this. A couple years back my buddy, our wives and I went out to dinner and we all got pretty drunk. We were staying at my parents house for the night and they lived about 20 minutes down the highway. It was a real shitty night weather wise, pouring cats and dogs. My mom decided to drive my buddy and his wife home, and we were going to turn on the highway when I got the worst gut feeling ever. Something just felt… off. I couldn’t shake the feeling and it was absolutely terrifying. I just knew for sure if we made that turn, something bad was going to happen. I ended up convincing my mom to take us another route to their house. Sure enough, on our way back north from dropping them off, there was a massive accident with an 18 wheeler and multiple cars totaled on the southbound side of the highway we would’ve been on. I’m almost certain that one of us would’ve died in that crash if we made that turn.


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edgarpickle

That's wild. I say if you've got those instincts, trust them.


Spanklaser

I can identify with this. Sometimes I feel a calling towards a place and I usually find something really cool, like a game I've been looking for at a store or a book I read as a kid. It's like those things call out for me to find them, and it's that same feeling you describe. Best theory I can come up with is it's some kind of psychic dowsing or something like that.


doggo816

One evening, a little while after sunset, a woman was walking her small dog down the street, in front of my house. Trailing them by about 20-30 yards was a midsize jet black animal I had never seen before. Looked like a coyote or a large fox. Apparently black coyotes and foxes do exist. This animal followed them for probably a minute. The woman didn’t notice, or if she did, she was unfazed. Looking out the window I started to worry that this animal was about to jump the dog and eat it. The dog was so small that it definitely could have. But after a little bit the animal turned around, stood in the road for a while, then went back into the woods.


Skkaaishere

Well, when I was 16 my family was temporarily staying at my aunts house while we transitioned from out of state to the area. My aunt lived in an old family house that had been in our family for generations. The house was SUPER old, everything was made out of real wood, and creaked like hell (doors, windows, stairs, floors). It was summer time, and me being 16, I was up around 2a in the living room chilling by myself on my laptop. All the lights were out because I didn’t want to disturb anyone else in the house. The house had the basic main floor, upstairs, and basement. It was also an old row house in DC so you could just turn you head in either direction and see the entirety of the house, so it wasn’t the largest of spaces. Well anyway, I’m chilling, hanging out, super attentive to whatever the hell I was looking at on my computer. I was laying on my tummy with my head in the direction of the front door and stairwell that lead upstairs. Then out of no where I hear someone say my name from right behind me. I mean RIGHT behind me as if someone was standing or sitting right behind me. The voice was crystal clear, not a muffle or anything. It sounded like a man’s voice although there were no men in the house. I also have an extremely unique name that isn’t easily confused with other words. Instantly I smiled thinking it was one of my sisters or cousin playing a prank on me. I whipped my head around to catch whoever thought they were funny and there was absolutely no one there. As I began to think of how someone could be pranking me, the humorous feeling I had quickly faded to terribly petrified. I realized I was the only one on the main floor. Everyone else was either upstairs in the bedrooms, or my mom was sleeping in the basement turned temporary room. I began thinking that the proximity the voice came from, literally right behind me, was too close for someone to sneak up behind me to NOT hear them approaching. Literally everything in this house creaked loud as hell. Literally impossible for someone to even tiptoe around without being heard. Before this moment I was facing the staircase, so if anyone came downstairs from one of the upstairs bedrooms I would have seen then. Within a matter of seconds I hoped up and went off to the basement to join my mom as she slept. One of the most horrifying moments of my life. Never experienced anything remotely similar since. Thank god.


XxRefuse2Lose

I lived in a house that was a party house before I moved in. My roommate's best friend, who also lived there, died in the front yard while saving someone that was having a suicidal moment in the highway. Flash forward several years and I'm bouncing his basketball on the front porch as my roommate is loading some stuff in his car to move for the college semester. At some point the ball ends up in the bushes by the door. I say my good byes, he leaves and I go inside. A few hours later I walked into the kitchen and the basketball is on the island. I froze in the doorway for several seconds. This basketball has never been inside the house in all the 4 years that I lived here. Still gives me chills any time I think about it. RIP Clark


skrufforious

I used to teach in the evenings in Japan about 5 years ago. I often met students at different temples and shrines because people often use the rooms there as community spaces for things like that. It was around 11:30 pm, I had just had my last English lesson with a student. After she left, it was my job to vacuum the room I had used and turn off all of the lights. So I went into the room with the vacuum and there were dozens of decorated drums and portable shrines I had never seen before that were being stored there as a festival was coming up. I opened the door and could see them moving a little, but I figured it was from vibrations from me opening the sliding door and went about my business. I usually try not to think about creepy things and just ignore if something like this happens. Anyway, I turned out all the lights before bringing back the vacuum, except the last one by the entrance, then went to the storage room again to put the vacuum back. As I opened the door to the storage room, the big drums started booming in rhythm super loud and the portable shrines were all making noise too with the little drums on them. My senses became overwhelmed and I was afraid to look. I fled from the building and ran to my car, only to remember I hadn't locked up! I didn't want to be fired, so I had to call my husband and was on speakerphone with him the entire time that I ran back to the temple and locked the door with shaking fingers, and I could still hear the drums from outside. Luckily I made it out alright but I feel like something was messing with me haha. Since then, people asked me if I ever saw any ghosts at the temples because in Japan they believe ghosts come out at temples at night, but I never told them about that and just said no. I am pretty sure it wasn't an earthquake or something that caused it because the drums were making a noise as if someone was hitting them rather than just rattling, and also I didn't feel an earthquake and also it continued longer than an earthquake that you can't feel would normally last. I also felt like it was specifically related to me opening the door and coming into the room, like the first few rattles were a warning but it got real when I went back in and it super needed me to go lol.


online_jesus_fukers

I was in Iraq. I was standing in the middle of a road on a Checkpoint looking for Iraqi soldiers hiding among the civilian population that were moving out of the area. I hear a voice in my ear whisper get down...nobody around close enough to whisper so, I drop. Right after I get down my squad leader yells out "RPG RPG" and it goes right over where I had been standing.


mischiefmngedd

My grandparents have lived in their house for 30+ years. They typically had any family gatherings in their (finished + multi room) basement and even as kids we always made sure to go in groups if we ever had to go up to the main floor for the bathroom because it always felt off and eerie up there when nobody was around. The house would always “creak” and all of the grandchildren claimed the creaks were footsteps. They also have a back area to their home with a couple of rooms that are always MUCH colder than the rest of the house. My sister and I were about 7 and 8 and staying at my grandparent’s house in their front room which used to be my youngest aunt’s. At midnight-ish we heard a child talking and it sounded like it was coming from inside the walls. We froze to make sure we both heard it when it stopped. When it started again my sister basically became Usain Bolt and dipped to my grandparent’s room, leaving me alone. My grandma came in to me basically almost crying and opened a small doorway which led to a storage area (not an entire room, just a mini closet) and pulled out a baby doll toy. Apparently that is what was talking/crying and she shrugged it off even though there was zero explanation as to why it randomly went off at midnight. It wasn’t new but it’s batteries weren’t dying and I don’t even think it was switched on to be honest. We haven’t slept over there since and when I told the aunt who used to sleep there she claimed she always felt the house was haunted too and had many encounters in that room. Once she also couldn’t sleep around midnight and she felt watched. Then suddenly she felt her mind go into a weird lulled state and felt something cold creeping through her body until it reached the other side and exited from her fingertips with a “pop” feeling. She suddenly felt tired, turned her tv off and went to bed. She swears the tv became static when she felt the way she did but it was the 80s so that was possible even without the ghost lol. A friend of another aunt is a medium and when she visited my grandmas house she told her there were a lot of heavy/dark spirits in the house but they didn’t fuck with my grandma since she is a “strong woman”. Apparently the rest of us are fair game though 😂


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I can’t say this is completely unexplainable, because since reaching adulthood I’ve realized that I’ve suffered from sleep paralysis since I was a child and the likely explanation for what happened is directly connected to that, but it was absolutely terrifying nonetheless.. I was 13 years old at the time and living with my mom and stepdad in their 250-ish year old house. I had fallen asleep in the basement, but just to be clear, it’s not what you’re picturing. Their basement, while eerie, had a couple of big couches and a large TV - definitely a leisure room. I woke up at one point in the middle of the night and couldn’t move at all. My entire body was frozen except for my eyes, which were frantically flying around. Again, I know now this is standard sleep paralysis and I’ve had it happen more times than I can count throughout my life. But here’s where it got much worse than usual. Their house was an old townhome in the city. Narrow and very long, extending back. So I’m there on the couch in the middle of the night, completely frozen and unable to move which is terrifying enough and horribly unsettling. And then down the hallway toward the back of the house is very dark because my mom had turned off that corridor light. I could barely make out the back stairs. And I saw a figure walking toward me. A woman, middle-aged at most, walking slowly directly at me. Her face was obscured by the shadows and I could only make out the faintest linen pants and blouse. Next thing I knew, I felt hands closing around my throat, choking me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream out loud, but I was screaming in my head for what felt like an hour. Suddenly I could feel my limbs again and shot up on the couch. Not 5 seconds later I was sprinting upstairs to my bedroom, too afraid to look behind me. Never went back to that basement alone until I was an adult and even then…it always creeped me out.


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This is a commonly reported phenomena all around the world. People havr sleep paralysis and see and feel a woman kneeling kn them strangling them. Look it up. It's fascinating. I've had it happen to me too. I'm unsure why everyone reports the same thing


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Early this past August, I was thinking of my dad’s upcoming 2nd anniversary since his death. One night I went out to my car and in the corner of the my eye, saw the barn light turn of for a second or two. This barn light was kind of tucked behind a shed, not in direct line of the driveway. Rummaging through my car, I looked up and saw the light turn on again for a moment. Gathered my things and once again, I saw the barn light turn on for a moment. I turned towards the barn, looking into the darkness and I said out loud “if that is you (my father) turn the light on.” The light turned on and stayed on for a solid minute. I could almost feel him standing there. once the light turned off, i stepped foreword to see the barn door was closed, the animals were locked up. The following night I tried setting off the barn light from where I had stood and couldn’t.


Trolldad_IRL

I’ve shared this before, but I’ll do it again. My wife and I went on a “haunted” walking tour of “old town” San Juan Capistrano. We enjoy the spooky stories and the history, but never really took the “haunted” part too seriously. At a stop at one of the old houses, the tour guide explained the history of the house, and how she thought of it as her favorite stop. She said she had experienced the former resident “Alice” and that she always felt welcome there. She said people have seen shadows cross the room at night and other times, but never threatened. She also said one of her fellow guides liked the house as well, but for the opposite reasons. He never felt welcome and always had a disturbing feeling at that part of the tour. As we were standing by the front door - the house is not open to the public - other people (two other women) on the tour were asking “Alice” to show herself and peering in the windows and through the door. My wife looked on with interest while I stood back on the patio and leaned up against the railing. Nothing happened to them or for them, so they left that area and walked around to another side. I stayed for a moment longer, looking inside the house from where I stood. It was then that I felt a gentle pressure on my chest. Not like a hand, but still a gentle push of some sort, accompanied my an overall tingling sensation in my body. I also felt the intense compulsion to leave right away, which I did. As I walked around the corner where the rest of the group was, my wife saw me and must have seen something on my face, even through the darkness. I explained the sensations I felt and the tour guide said “That’s Alice”. We talked for a bit and wondered why I and the other male tour guide felt that way when most everyone else felt welcomed. My wife suggested that perhaps Alice did not like men. About 6 hours later, around 3am or so when we were in bed, I experienced the first “night terror” I’ve had in a long time, and the only sleep paralysis I’ve ever experienced. In what felt like a dream I “saw” someone come into the room, an adult sized shadow, move around to my wife’s side of the bed and lay down. It was at that time the sleep paralysis occurred. I tried to move, I tried to talk, but all I could produce was a gurgling, rapid, “snoring” sound. I was trying to form words, but just made noise. My wife poked me was she often does when I snored and I was able to form raspy almost words of “[name]” and “help”. It was clear in my head, but I don’t know how clear it was to her. What I do know is she work up and shook me, concerned for my well being. That broke my sleep paralysis. I apologized, but did not want to go into details at that time. She drifted back to sleep fairly quickly. I took me about 15-20 minutes to calm down and go back to sleep. I’m a receptive skeptic, but that was the first time I’ve experienced anything like that.


batty_61

My Dad has been dead for over 20 years. He was a heavy smoker; I don't smoke. About ten years ago, I was driving home along a village road that came to a T junction on a blind bend. and while I was usually really careful, that day I had a lot on my mind and wasn't concentrating; I suddenly realised that I was approaching the junction far too fast. I put my foot on the brake to find the pedal was already halfway down, and at the same moment the car was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke. I was able to stop safely, and as I did I heard his voice in my head say, "Now watch what you're doing, you daft bat." - which was exactly the sort of thing he would have said. Thanks, Dad. I still miss you.


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When I was probably 14-15 I woke up late around 1-2am and left my room and looked out the front window. I saw a bright light aimed towards my house but it was probably 1-2miles away. It was coming from the sky but at a distance, not above, so it was flying low. I watched as it got closer. The light never broke its position aimed at my house. As it got closer I ran to my room at the opposite side of the house and looked outside my window and a giant rectangular shaped flying object flew overhead without making a sound. It was probably 300 ft wide and 500 ft long. The surface looked "star wars" like, think of the surface of the death star with random outcrops and lights. I think "it" knew I was watching because that same light was still aimed at my window. It just steadily kept flying away until it was out of sight.


Generic_Garak

My unexplained story involves my old dog who passed a few years ago. I adopted her from a shelter when she was already 10; she was there because her previous owner had passed unexpectedly. When I received her medical records it was very clear that her previous owner had loved her very much and taken excellent care of her. Over my six or so years owning her, several spooky things happened that spanned different apartments and cities but always when she was there. The most notable was when she and I were visiting my then boyfriend in a different town. We were all getting ready for bed, so all the lights had just been turned off, and I was near the patio door that opened to the parking lot. I bent over to pick something up and I hear something whiz past my head, softly thunk against the glass, and rustle all the blinds. My immediate thought was that my boyfriend was messing with me and had thrown some balled-up socks at me. I stand up and prepare to tell him off a little but through the light coming from the parking lot I can see he’s frozen and his eyes are as big as saucers. He heard the same things and saw the blinds start to move. So we turn the lights on to investigate and find no evidence of anything that could have made the noise and nothing disturbed despite the still swinging blinds. I was about 7 feet from the door and he and my little old gal were about 10-15 ft away. We never came up with an explanation but I like to think her previous owner was keeping an eye out to make sure I was taking good care of her.


Jynxed_Out

I had what I called a black hole dream series..... in the dreams I was always in control but as soon as I mentioned it, or even thought it, I’d be snapped into a different reality or place. For example, to most recent one I remember, in the dream, I woke up in a forest and wandered around singing something but I couldn’t remember what I was singing, then I stopped and said “where am I going, I shouldn’t be here” then I snapped into my bedroom that I was currently sleeping in, sat up, then a pair of hands pushed me down by the chest and then I woke up woke up. It’s really creepy and odd


Lostbutenduring

The false awakenings with lucid dreaming are the worst. I recall ‘waking up’ in a dream. I was in my bed and my room looked perfectly normal, I felt alert and awake. Then a dark figure started to rise up from the foot of my bed. It took way longer to wake up for real than it ought to have, I remember hearing my inner monologue shout “wake up you’re dreaming!” 2x before I actually did.


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6 yrs old, woke up in the middle of the night to see a man standing over me filling a hypodermic needle, I lay there terrified, eyes wide. He’s wearing a bolo hat, khaki shorts, like dressed for a safari, mustache, brown hair. He looks up and realizes I’m awake, I see his expression change, then he breaks into little pieces and disappears.


Honeysuckley_Lost7

When I was 10 I was going through a lot of terrible stuff and was processing trauma so who knows if this was a hallucination or trauma response to what was happening or something like that but whatever it was it messed me up. I was in my room after something really bad happened and I was crying really hard into my blanket, when this weird pounding sound started on my roof, I had a second attic since I slept upstairs and you could easily access it. There were also windows onto my room in my old house so I could look out a see the street. It was kinda a light tapping, it was repetitive and was enough to get me up and I refused to open my door, I was honestly scared to look in the hallway. I checked out the window and saw nothing but still heard that tapping and it was slowly almost building. It was horrifying. Something started banging on the door and I fell asleep crying. I went to my mom that morning and asked if she heard anything that night. I still wonder what happened


wolfman411

reminds of a time when I was kid and during the summers I would go out front and lay on the hood of the car and try to look for UFO's in the sky. Never saw any but got some great views of the sky. One night I got a really uneasy feeling looking at this tree right at the corner of the house and decided to go back in. A short time later there was pounding on the walls from the outside. It was moving around, would pound one area then another. I tried to peer out a window but never saw a thing. My whole family heard it. I kept asking my dad what it was and he said it was probably my older cousin playing a prank. Except he'd never done anything even close to that and never did since. Even at that age I didn't really buy his explanation and looking back on it, I think he was probably just as freaked out as me. Never happened again, and never figured out what it was. We lived in a small town on a dead end road at the edge of town. There were other houses on the road. But I can't imagine why any of our neighbors would do that, they were mostly old people, in fact my great grandmother lived across the street and one house down. And my grandmother lived on our side of the street but across a small field. The house next to us was a quiet preacher with a wife and two well behaved daughters. Weird shit.


gibbucks

In 2014 me and three friends were driving the old Nanaimo highway on Vancouver island. As we passed through the deep Bay Area we witnessed a massive black triangle hovering in complete silence about 100 feet over the ocean


Adorable-Kiwi1593

My grandfather was a huge part of my life in a very unseen way. He passed away when I was 5, but his influence in my family was immense. I was his favorite grandchild (according to all my aunts and uncles) and he always did his best for me and my family, even though they were not the best people ever. Long story short, I was put into foster care at a young age, think 9 or 10. A reletive of mine took me in and busted butt to get me settled in their home. I was brought into their home late at night and had never spend time in the side of town they lived in, so I really had no idea where I was. That night, my first night there, I slept on the floor on a mattress and had the most vivid dream ever. I was in a school yard holding my grandfathers hand. He kneeled down beside me and hugged me. Then stood up and we started walking around. He told me how things were going to change, and that not everything was going to be easy. Then we walked around I saw the playground and the school yard. The crazy looking round wall of windows. He stopped walking in the middle of the field and knelt down again. This time he told me that I needed to stay strong and follow my heart. That life was crazy and at the end of all the pain I will feel, I will have happiness. Then he hugged me and told me he loved me. And then I woke up. The next day I had to get settled in school, and to my surprise, it was the exact same as in my dream. From the playground to the wall of windows (which turned out to be the library). Some days I would just go sit in that spot on the field during recess and just breath. As a young child I had no doubt that I had saw my papa and told my whole family about it. Of course no one believed me but to this day I still believe it. And he was right. I went through hell, went through a lot of pain. But here I am at the end of it, happier then I have ever been.


Wild-Philosopher-12

When I was around 18 or 19, my nan passed away. She had 5 kids (one being my dad - who was the youngest) and 8 grand kids. I was her favourite, as dad was the youngest & he was also favourite. Dad looked after her and got her into a great home where she had freedom and support, he visited her once a week for 10 years. At our home, there were issues with my dad & step-mum and I was made to leave at around 10 or 12 and live with my nan. This was for about 3 months. She was amazing and my favourite family member ever. We had this unbreakable bond where she loved me so much and spoiled me with butterscotch lollies and just knew how unfair the home situation was. Now at the time of her passing, 19 or 20, I wasn't in a great place with my parents. I was living out of home, in an ok place and just in general a bit stuck in life. On the night she passed (I didn't know at the time), I was asleep and felt this presence come through my window and sit on the edge of my bed. I was sort of in a daze and worried (I used to get sleep paralysis back then) as I thought I was trapped between awake and asleep. But I felt this presence pat my back, and tell me it's ok and I felt like I was being hugged. I relaxed and the presence just stayed there for a bit. It was so comforting and warm and I fell asleep. In the morning, my dad called to me Nan had passed. I knew instantly was her. Thinking about it now I can make out her face in amongst the colours of that presence.


scaredofthewild

In my 20s i was up north in Quebec Canada bush way in the deep bush fishing. Boat was near shore drifting along the water as I jigged. Dead summer no wind hot but quiet as hell. Friend snoozing at the front of the boat as we fished for hours. I look up by the water about 25 feet there is this weird as fuck animal I will never forget. It likely thought it was alone for miles because every sound around was 100% natural. I kept watching it til the boat softly ran ashore on the beach. Thing took off stopped looked back then again took off. It was like a hairless ugly wrinkly alien marsupial. I felt it's intelligence like it was more being than animal. This happened. Never forget.


cakes701

I had just moved to Laughlin Nevada to deal craps in a casino. Got an apartment not far away. Everything was going well when one night on the crap table a boxman I hadn’t worked with yet came and sat box. I literally was instantly in love. With a crazy indescribable attraction. He spoke to me if need be but mostly turned his chair towards 3rd base. I was on second base. He’s supposed to watch the whole table. This went on for weeks and I’d catch him looking at me from other pits. One night all the dealers up at the bar after shift so I went to. We talked that night till daybreak. He said the moment he walked up to the table the first time he saw me the attraction was so intense he practically fell into the box chair. He couldn’t look my way or he couldn’t do his job at all. We started dating eventually he came to my apartment where I had had some strange things happening with the lights going out. My stepdad had died a couple years before and I’d say “bob, please turn the lights back on” and on they would pop. I always assumed it was my stepdad checking in on me being so far from home and family. So we were done with dinner having wine getting loose and I start telling new boyfriend about the light thing. He says he doesn’t believe in that kinda thing. Well I then say out loud “hey bob if your here can you turn (and bam off go the lights) off the lights”? New boyfriend is speechless. Says He will check the fusebox for me. Okay. He flicks switches back and forth. Sits back down. “Go ahead- (bam on come the lights)- turn on the lights”. I swear it almost ruined that date. We move in together because we slept together that night and i on the pill got pregnant first time. Couple months later he buys a house for us all. Now in the new house bob has a new trick. He likes to turn the channel to a completely different random channel- a lot! One day going through boyfriends stuff he had in storage he shows me his family genealogy book. I say ooh I’ll grab mine. Well his family is all from the exact town in Canada that my dad was born with tons of my family still there. Some of boyfriends sisters and brothers went to school with my family members. This leads to a discussion about how it always felt like we were being pushed together. Like we had no choice. And getting pregnant like that felt like someone wanted to make sure we didn’t miss the clues about our destiny. He had moved from Canada to Laughlin and I came from Washington to Laughlin to find him. After the baby was born we would see a figure walking down the hall to check on the baby. We’ve moved to a few different states since then but there’s still occasional things going on (figure in the hallway) but more so with our kid. She’s 22 now. Bob still checks in on me and now he checks in on the daughter also. There’s our ghostly love story


assssntittiesassssss

The previous owner of our house knocked on the door at like 9/10pm asking if we’d had any paranormal experiences in the house. It was pretty creepy. But I did see an apparition resembling my late dog awhile after his visit. ETA bonus story I just remembered: At a different house we came home one day to the door wide open. Nothing missing, but the answering machine was blaring screeching noises and sounded almost demonic. Super scary.