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58 Spooky Things People Experienced That Are Way Worse Than Halloween Costumes And Fake Decorations
We're in the spookiest time of the year. It gets dark earlier, the weather is getting colder in most places, and the mornings are foggy and mysterious. We can practically smell hauntings in the air!
But unfortunately, not all scary experiences come from trying to get into the Halloween spirit. Some are very real and frightening, to the point where we just can't seem to forget them. So, we gathered a bunch of creepy stories from r/AskReddit, and honestly, you might want to turn on the lights before reading these!
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#1
Its not scary or (to me) creepy but it IS unexplainable and supernatural
I currently live alone in my great grandparents house, my grandpas childhood home. Its been in the family basically since it was built. My great grandpa didn't d*e IN the house but he was rushed to the hospital from the house and eventually d**d. Its important to note that a lot of the original furniture is still here!
so my great grandpa was a stern but affectionate guy. he was that trope where the big tough scary dude is secretly soft for kids and animals. Above all he was a known lover of cats. He ALWAYS had at least one cat, he rescued kittens constantly. My cats always seem to congregate where he used to spend his time. Where his chair used to be, in his old bed, at his seat at the dining room table
I've always sort of felt his presence in the house. I wasn't especially close to him because like I said he was a super intimidating type of dude lol but he was kind to me and my sisters and cousins. During hurricane Sally we lost power in my city for like a week, and on the first night, when I was trying to wait the storm out alone, SUPER nervous, his old alarm radio came on. It was static but it sort of sounded like a man was speaking, maybe on a talk show or something. Im sure there's a logical explanation (im NOT tech savvy) but this radio has no battery power feature like it HAS to be plugged in to work, AND no matter what I did to it it wouldn't go off or turn down, even when I f****d with the volume
I started living here with my dad shortly after his d***h when I was about 15 and now I live here alone as an adult. Idk if its the memories or what, but I've never felt alone in the house, even when I for sure was.
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#2
Ran into a bear. No, I mean *ran into* a bear.
I was visiting a relative down in Florida. I wasn't used to nights being so warm and balmy, so I went for a walk at around 9:30. The neighborhood was a pretty nice one, so I wasn't worried. No one told me that there were black bears around, and that they like to go through peoples garbage.
So I'm walking on the sidewalk, crossing someone's driveway, there are two cars on it, and I'm about to walk past the first. Meanwhile Mr. Bear is just leaving after a good scrounge, he's *between* the two cars, and about to exit. As fate would have it, our trajectories intersected.
He walks out from between the cars just as I'm walking past them, and I actually bump into the d**n thing. There's about a half second of my brain going "No f*****g way that just happened", and I'd like to think Mr. Bear was thinking the same thing, because neither of us immediately reacted. Then I either broke the world record for backwards leaping or briefly unlocked my latent mutant teleporting ability, because I *zipped* back fifteen feet and then ran for dear life.
No idea what the bear did, I didn't dare look behind me. I'm assuming he didn't give chase, because those things are faster than they look, and it definitely would have caught me. Maybe it was too full of garbage to feel like running, maybe it was relatively used to humans from hanging around the area and didn't care, or maybe it was just laughing its a*s off. Regardless, I've never run so fast in my entire life.
Beak Hookage 1 hour ago
Saw a clip once where this guy walks around a corner and finds himself confronted by a bear. BOTH of them did a double take and scurried off. It was hilarious.
#3
When I was younger I used to live by the woods and could see a cemetery from my back porch. One Easter I remember waking up and seeing the Easter bunny (one of those terrifying costumes) and what really gets me is I remember smelling the wet hay. When I woke up I didn't tell anyone, but there was an extra Easter egg in my house that my parents didn't hide. Years later when I was in high school I asked my parents if they ever dressed up like the Easter bunny and came into our room, they said they would never go through so much trouble.
Then my younger sister, who I shared a bunk bed with when this happened, said she remembers when the Easter bunny came into our room and made a remark about the hay smell. I was terrified that we both remembered seeing a person dressed as a bunny in our room. To make it even stranger, I told the friends I sat with at lunch what happened. One of the girls was my neighbor across the street. She told me one Easter a long time she looked out her window during the night and saw the Easter bunny standing in her driveway. I had chills. To this day I am terrified of people in rabbit costumes. TL;DR A man in a bunny suit came into my room when I was a child and stood over me.
Creepy, haunted-house-like experiences can happen to anyone. It doesn't mean some people are more predisposed to them than others, but research shows certain factors can increase the likelihood.
One of them is carbon monoxide. In 1921, ophthalmologist Dr. William Wilmer published a report about a bizarre medical case in which a family kept hearing phantom footsteps, doors slamming, and furniture scraping across the floor. They believed a supernatural presence might be responsible, but a faulty basement furnace was leaking odorless carbon monoxide into their bedrooms.
#4
Not me, but a true story of something that happened recently to my mother:
My mother was having dinner at a friends house. It was a small old cottage that's been around for 100 years. She tries to find the bathroom and pulls on a door that is locked. The friend sees and says "Sorry that goes to the basement, the bathroom is over there." Thinking it is odd, my mother asks why the basement door is locked. "Its always locked, in fact I don't even have a key for it, the real estate agent advised me not to go down there as its not been upgraded like the rest of the cottage. Its little more than a root cellar."
Fast forward a few weeks, when my mother (who works for the police department's community division) is working on a project about the history of the police department in the town. An old man comes in with news clippings about various community events, as well as a news clipping from the 50's about a gruesome m****r. My mom was a bit taken aback. "Sorry, I forgot those clippings were in here too." "No...I know this address, its my friends house! What happened there?" "Oh..." said the old man. "Well, that use to be my mother's house. She had been dating this man who was cruel to her. Beat her horribly. She tried again and again to break it off with him, but he'd always come back. Finally my aunt moved in with us, and my mother finally broke up with him." He starts getting emotional "Then one night he broke in, and tied my mother, aunt, sister, and brother up in the basement. He sh*t them all in front of my mother. Then he sh*t her, and k****d himself, leaving a note that she would never leave him again. I was away at college...." He started to sob.
And that is how my mother's friend learned she has a haunted quadruple m****r-s*****e scene in her basement. She moved out a year later.
#5
I once had to work a very late shift at the funeral home to prepare a body for a viewing the following morning. I think I finally finished my work around midnight. Anyways, it was winter, and I ended up getting snowed in at the funeral home. I had to stay the night until plows came early AM to plow out. Let me tell you - it's f*****g creepy sleeping in a funeral home knowing there are 20 d**d people in the basement.
#6
I was a campus security guard, my job was basically to make sure no one was in the buildings past midnight. It was 1 am and I was going to clear the old psychiatric building. This is one of the only building on campus without lights constantly on, and on the job we aren't supposed to turn on lights cause someone who sees the lights on from outside might call the police and waste everybody's time. So I just had a flashlight. I was patrolling the top floor and it was f*****g spooky.
This was the building the campus bought from the city in the early 1900's that was a psych word that the campus turned into a psychiatric building and eventually a biochemistry building. I heard a door creaking down the hall behind me and when I went to shut the door a f*****g 6' tall man was in there in the dark so I yelled and f*****g bolted. As I ran out of the building I ate s**t on the last flight of stairs and tumbled down. Unfortunately I landed right as my boss (an on duty police officer) was coming in. She came in because of the scream. I told her their was someone upstairs, then she walked down with a wooden statue carving of Sacajawea. What it was doing there I dont know, but that s**t sucked a*s.
#7
In college, I would go home every other weekend to work at the job I had since high school. I would drive directly from campus after my last class on Friday to my job (about an hour) and, after my shift was done, I'd go back to my parent's house which was out in the middle of nowhere.
My parents weren't yet home when I got back from work (they often spend their Friday and Saturday evenings drinking like they were the ones in college), so the house was dark and, since it was mid fall, so was the yard - save for the yard light. I pulled into my normal parking spot, got out of the car and then turned to open the back door of my car and get my backpack out of the back seat.
That's when I noticed that the bathroom light was on.
Was that light on when I pulled up? It must have been, right?
As I was contemplating the light and reaching for my backpack, there was suddenly a very angry looking old woman standing in the window staring at me. We're not talking resting b***h face here either, she was pissed off at me and I knew it.
We stood there staring at each other for a good ten seconds when my parent's pulled into the driveway and distracted me from my stare down with the woman in the bathroom. By the time I turned back, the light was still on, but the woman was gone.
But why does this happen, and why is it so common? Well, even low-level carbon monoxide (CO) exposure can deprive the brain of oxygen, a condition known as hypoxia. This can affect brain function and cause symptoms like confusion, memory problems, and, in severe cases, hallucinations.
Similarly, toxic mold, which can be a problem in older homes. Depending on the mold type and the exposure, symptoms can also include hallucinations. So both can make a home feel pretty unsettling. And that's how some creepy haunted-house stories might begin.
#8
I was seventeen, still living in my parents' house. Everyone was away on a Friday night so I had a few friends over. We smoked a little, and were chilling in the basement playing video games. Two of my friends ran upstairs to get some snacks out of the pantry. After a few seconds they came running down the steps yelling my name. They say somebody just pulled into my driveway. I hear the dog start freaking out. I panic, thinking my parents are home, and I scramble to hide the weed and pipe we had sitting next to the back door.
I walked up the steps and looked out the window. There was no car in the driveway but my dog was still freaking out. I went outside to see if anyone was out there. It was late, almost midnight, and cold. I was barefoot and poorly dressed. I walked around my house, shivering and nervous, and found nothing. I went back inside, took my dog down to the basement with me and tried to relax.
Maybe twenty minutes later, we hear a huge crashing sound. It sounded like something had exploded right in front of the house. We ran outside through the back door and saw a car wrapped around a tree right by the road in my neighbor's front yard. My dog starts freaking out again. It was my brother's car. My brother had gone with my parents to my aunt's and left his car in the garage. I ran to look inside and there was nobody in it.
I immediately called my brother, freaking out. When he answered the phone I was both relieved and confused. He instructed me to call the police. He came home. The police came and looked around. They took statements from everybody (we hid the fact that we were high pretty well). As the tow truck was pulling my brother's care out of the front yard, the police received a call about a break in down the street. They left an officer with us and the rest left to respond to the call.
It turns out that a group of people were going through my neighborhood, breaking into houses and stealing cars out of garages. I was in the house when the burglar stole my brother's car. I may have even walked right past him at one point. When they caught the group, one of the guys was injured as if he had been in a car wreck. He was the one who had broken into my house. I knew him. He had graduated from my high-school when I was a freshmen. He had house-sat for us. He knew where we kept the spare keys, he knew that if one of us was home that the doors would be unlocked and he waited until it was just me, alone in the house.
It wasn't paranormal, but it still creeps me out to this day that the guy had waited for myself, or any of my other family members, to be alone in the house and had broken in. It scares me that I was so completely unaware of my surroundings back then that I would have let that guy get the drop on me if he had hostile intentions. It makes me sick that somebody we had trusted to stay in our house while we were gone would come back a couple years later and do something like that.
#9
A few weeks I was walking my dog late at night and I could see a woman a block or so away coming towards me on the same sidewalk. Nobody else was around, the street was deserted, just her and me. As she got a little closer I could see that she was walking slowly, was wearing shabby clothes, shuffling and dragging a foot. Her head was low to her chest and her hair was hanging, covering her face. When she was about 20 feet away I started to get nervous, she definitely looked odd and was moving purposefully and quicker than I thought. I was frightened now, but told myself I was being silly and overreacting. Stay calm, I thought. I tried to casually pull my dog to head off to the right, out of this woman's path, but no luck my dog wasn't having it.
When she was about a foot away she lifted her head a little and croaked "Hello, dear." and passed me on her way. She must have had some sort of disability or something, but I swear to god she looked just like a f*****g zombie and scared the living s**t out of me.
#10
When I was a kid the cabinets in my parents house would slam every night after my father fell asleep. Then about 7 years ago, after gutting the house and adding an addition, I would see a figure in my bedroom doorway at very odd times. Then sometimes over my shoulder during the day I would see a man in a black suit with white hair. At this point I'm seeing this figure so often I start to question my sanity. The final night he bursts out of my closet and I finally see this terrifying old man's face, I close my eyes scream and I wait. When I opened my eyes he was gone, the image has been burned into my mind since. I don't see him again after that night. Now a few years later I'm home from college for my fall break and go to see a movie with my family. My brothers and I drive home separately from our parents, and being near Halloween are telling scary stories. I tell my experiences with the old man, my youngest brother who was 16 at the time starts to freak the f*****g f**k out. He had seen the man running at him from his closet the past two nights in a row. We have never spoke of it again.
#11
As a young adult, I visited my mom in Tucson. She had me stay in the spare bedroom that basically had a bed, a sewing machine, a nightstand, and a walk-in closet.
Middle of the night I wake up with a wave of fear. I know there is something watching me from the closet. I can't look directly that way, but in my peripheral vision I know the closet door is open and just dark inside. Whatever was there was evil and did not like me there, or so I thought. It probably wasn't too many minutes that I decided to just go back to sleep since nothing was happening, but I remember thinking that it was silly to be so scared; reminded me of when I was a kid.
Next morning, wake up and mom's in the kitchen with her head buried in the crossword puzzle, coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other. I start to tell her the story of the "weird" thing that happened last night, and as the story continued she started to look up from her crossword, looked at me more intently, and her jaw started to drop.
She explained that a few weeks back when my brother came to visit her and stayed in the same room, he described the very same story that happened to him, including that he was embarrassed to have that kind of fear as an adult.
Just to add a little spice: the townhouse wasn't that old or anything, but it was built on the grounds of the former Tucson Tuberculosis Sanatorium.
#12
When I was about 10 or 12, I don't really remember, I had an odd experience. At the time, I was sharing a room with my sister. We had lofted beds and I slept on the top bunk. We had this stereo and when you would press the button to turn it on, it would "click" and a red light would pop up. Our beds were on one side of the room and the stereo was on a desk on the opposite side. One night I was woken up by the "click" sound that the stereo makes when the power button is pressed. I recognized the sound and sat up in bed. I looked over at the stereo and the light blinks on. I look over at my sister and she is fast asleep (her bed was under mine but perpendicular, so I could see the top half of her from my bed).
The stereo is playing that white noise sound that it makes when it isn't on a specific station. Suddenly, I can hear someone saying, "Away," coming from the stereo. Just one word, "Away". First, it starts off soft and gradually gets louder, until it becomes a yell, "AWAY, AWAY, AWAY". It took about 10-15 seconds probably to build up to the yell, and then it died back down to a whisper. I thought this was a dream. I was frozen out of fear. I thought this had to be my imagination, and I tried telling myself that during the whole thing. I had almost convinced myself of it until it stopped. After the voice died away, the stereo went back to static. Then, I heard the familiar "click" and the light turned off. I was positive I wasn't dreaming the ending "click". I stared at the stereo for a few more moments, too freaked to move, looked back at my sister and saw she was still asleep, and finally laid back in bed, covered myself with my sheets, and willed myself back to sleep. I consider myself a rational person, but I had no rational explanation for this. Freakiest s**t that has ever happened to me.
#13
When my niece was really young, she was in a bouncer at my sisters house, I was house and babysitting.
I had left her to go to the kitchen to grab some water. My sisters chocolate labs were probably sniffing and licking her head because I could hear her giggling like she was having a blast. I hadn't notice how cold it had gotten. Then I heard it. A loud wooden SNAP. Like a thick piece of wood had been snapped in half suddenly or a tree was knocked over.
I ran into the room and what I saw and smelled f***ked me out. The dogs were huddled in the corner whimpering, my niece was just staring at the ceiling corner with wide eyes, and it was cold and smelled like Stetson.
I took her and we decided to go to a different room. When my sister finally came home, I told her what happened. She just rolled her eyes and said "that is Hugh." I was confused. She said Hugh was the previous owner of the house who had d**d ten years before his wife sold it. She said he likes to follow my niece around and you can tell it his him because the dogs f***k, it gets cold and smells like cheap cologne.
I don't believe in that s**t, but I do believe that feeling you get in your gut when something doesn't feel right. I babysit my niece at my house now, sorry Hugh.
#14
In high school my senior year, my parents traveled out of the country and my brother went to stay with a friend. I live on the outskirts of a large town in a fairly wooded area. I don't have any pets, but I heard barking outside. Naturally, being the d*****s I was, I went outside flashlight in hand. I see this yellow dog running around my yard chasing something. It stops running looks straight at me and runs. I thought I had scared it, so I went back inside the house and got in my bed and was about to fall asleep. I then heard the most chilling sound. I can't describe it, it was just... horrid and terrifying. The noise came from outside, so I went downstairs to check it out again (stupidest decision ever). I got downstairs and I see this person outside, but the person did NOT look normal. I didn't know what to do, I just looked at him walk around my yard for a few minutes. Then he looks straight at me, this shocked me because 1) the blinds are closed and I'm peaking out of a crack, and 2) all the lights are off in the house, so I know I'm not making a shadow or anything. The only reason I even saw him is because the moon was full. We continued making eye contact for a few minutes, I rubbed my eyes, and he was gone.
Edit:
A lot of people have asked me to describe the sound and figure, I honestly don't have words to put it together but here goes...It was almost like a shriek, but not that high pitched. I don't know if that describes it well enough. The person is also difficult to describe, but here goes...it had very dark clothing, almost a pitch black, and its skin was pale. I couldn't really see its face very well, but I knew it was looking at me.
Edit 2:
I'm a long time lurker and I don't post very often, so consider this a first time post :). Sorry I didn't reply sooner, I've been busy studying for a test :(.
#15
Sleep paralysis - Frozen in bed, unable to move. Terror washes over you, irrational and intense. There is something moving in the covers. You feel something bony and scabby run down your legs. The sheets are lifted and you track the lump as it draws closer to your face. Still frozen. A creature emerges from the sheets. Skeletal and charcoal, the face is a twisting blur. The eyes and mouth gaping black distortions. You scream but you have no voice. You try to run or even move but you are stuck as it draws closer and closer.
Moral of the story, sleep paralysis s***s!
#16
I work security by night and a few years back I was stationed at an old army barracks just outside my city, which now housed an international tech company.
So one night I'm heading upstairs to the canteen and when I get to the top of the stairs, I take a look to my right, through the small window of a door.
Well if I was in a cartoon, I would have done that running in the spot thing trying to get away, because when I looked through the window, there was a guy staring right back at me!
I was already on edge because the building is hundreds of years old and I was expecting the worst but felt relieved when I went back to check it out and realized it was just my reflection...
#17
I grew up in a small town, and lived out in the country. My mom and I were coming home from Walmart really late one night and decided to take the back way home. I still had my learners permit, so I wanted to take a road with less traffic. Anyone who has ever lived or been to the country knows how creepy these roads can be at night. I was going around a curve, right before a one lane bridge, so I slowed down in case I had to stop. Out of no where this woman jumps in front of me to the drivers side of my car and starts pounding on the hood of my car. Her mouth was moving but I couldn't make out what she was saying. My mom started f***king out and told me not to stop, and just keep driving. I kept going and we both looked back to see where she was and no one was there. To this day my mom and I still remember it clearly. Turns out there's apparently a legend about a woman who d**d around the bridge and supposedly can be seen sometimes late at night. I get goosebumps to this day just thinking about it.
#18
When I was 15 I was walking home in the dark from the train station around 10pm at night. It was a narrow one-side road for pedestrians (other side was the railway) and there was very few street lights to give vision. As I was walking down this long stretch, I noticed a ghastly white figure in the distance, like a blurry white spot all the way on the other end of this long-winded road. Because the street was completely straight I could see it relatively clearly. As I got closer my fight or flight response started kicking in and I wasn't sure if I should turn back or, being the level-headed person/non-believer of supernatural things person I normally am, soldier on.
As I got closer I realised it was a woman that was almost completely wearing white clothing. I thought that's odd and just accelerated my walking speed in the hopes I would get past her quicker. As I got very close towards her I realised that the lady was wearing a full wedding gown including a full blown veil. I could hardly see her face through the blurriness of the veil and the darkness of the night. At this point my heart was practically jumping out of my chest and my brain was struggling to come to grips of what I was really seeing. I also noticed that there was something very odd about the way the lady was moving. It was at this stage I realised it looked like she was FLOATING/sliding across the floor. I couldn't see her legs either due to the dress.
Now you might think this is where it ends but there's more. After I finally walked past her (a moment which seemed like to last forever), I accelerated my speed to jogging speed and did not/was too scared to look back. After I had passed about 4-5 houses, out of curiousity/fear that she was stalking me somehow I looked back, she was GONE! After seeing her disappear I ran to the nearest cross-street and have not gone back down that street to this day.
Now keep in mind there was no side streets down this road and the other side was a railway track. Sure she may have gone into one of those houses but what are the chances? And why on earth was she wearing a full blown wedding gown in the dark of the night? These questions still plague me to this day.
Edit: one thing I forgot to mention, she was tall as f**k as well. She towered over me when I walked past (must have been well over 6 feet tall).
#19
I used to volunteer at a nursing home where we had several instances where new residents accurately described former residents down to specific nightgowns or color of glasses who I and the staff knew had d**d in that room and complain about them coming into the room at night. Then once I was walking through the hallway and it was normally uncomfortably warm inside but I felt a chill and goosebumps. One of the CNAs said I had just walked through a ghost. I couldn't get warm again for the rest of the day. There were flickering lights and tvs turning themselves on. Several of the staff were from the same southeast Asian country and they were talking about ghosts and disrespect for the d**d so much that management had someone come in to do a candle light ceremony and this Lady with crystals and dreadlocks came in to do a sage brushing. Things calmed down after that. Lights stayed on better and the residents seemed calmer.
#20
Finally! I have a story!
So my family moved to a house in a small town in Kansas in 2002, I was 10 and my brother is 2 years older. I didn't like it from the start, it weirded me out, I told my mom I thought it was haunted. Our bedrooms were upstairs and the piano that I hated was down stairs to the left of the stairs in the dining room past the kitchen. My brother liked to s***w with me by playing the piano then hiding. He usually did it at night to s***w with me before bed, which gave me really bad nightmares and made it difficult for me to sleep without a light on. So my mom years after admits to me she had several experiences with doors slamming and cabinets being open when we weren't home.
So my brother and I were playing Mario Kart 64, actually getting along for once when I hear the piano again. So I told my brother "Real funny, you got one of your friends to come over and play the piano to s***w with me." He looks at me really scared, and says "I thought you were doing the same thing." So we stop our game and my brother grabs a bat and tells me to follow him, I grab my bb g*n and we slowly go down the stairs. When we get to the bottom stair the music stops. It's d**d silent in the house, no Windows open, no AC going. You can hear the faint sounds of Mario Kart in the background. So my brother just freezes in place. So young me says "I don't know who you are, but I've got a loaded g*n. So you better leave." When we get down to the bottom of the stairs we turn left to the kitchen. All the cabinets, fridge and freezer door are wide open. The Piano key cover is open and the doors were all still locked. So we freak out and my brother calls our mom and tells her what's going on. She calms us down and says she's coming home. So we start to close the cabinets, and I go to the stairs and look up at the door. That door slams so hard it knocks a picture of me off the wall and breaks the glass. I freak out, sh**t my bb g*n (yes I still had it) at the door and run away screaming. My brother freaks out and runs out the other door and we are both sitting in the front yard when my mom gets home. We explain everything and we go to my dad's house that night and we end up staying the week. My mom moved us out that week, she said she had several experiences similar to that and doesn't feel safe there.
Several years later the land lord was found in the basement d**d, he sh*t himself in the stomach with a s*****n. I'm not going to say I believe in ghost or it was haunted, but I don't know what it was that day and I don't want to know to be honest. I couldn't sleep with the lights off until I was 16.
#21
I grew up in a 150 year old Victorian house. It was an amazing house, but my sister and I were forever convinced it was haunted, but most likely by friendly ghosts.
I was 5. It was around bedtime and I was hanging out in my mom's room. My dad was away on business so I somehow tricked my mom into letting me sleep in her room with her. My mom had a large old music box that lived on her dresser at the far end of the bedroom, directly opposite the bed. It was an heirloom made of dark wood with floral inlays and about the size of a microwave. I *always* wanted to play it. It played a song from the Nutcracker and being a committed 5 year old ballerina I thought it was the most amazing thing ever. I was forever strictly forbidden to touch it.
That night, I'm getting settled in my mom's bed and she walks in her bathroom to brush her teeth and do whatever else mom's do before bed. Before closing the door she specifically reminds me not to touch the music box. So I'm laying there, the summer breeze blowing the long curtains around the windows and getting all snuggled into the blankets when suddenly a note comes from the music box. Then another note ticks by. Then another. And suddenly the music box burst into full song mode, plucking away like it was the last time it would ever get to play it. I laid there frozen in fear, then leaped up to try and turn it off. My mom came out of the bathroom just in time to see me open the lid of the box.
I started sobbing. Like immediate, choking, huge tears sobbing. Brokenly I tried to explain that the house was haunted and the box started on it's own and I "promise promise promise swear to god I didn't touch it and the ghosts are going to get me!!!". I was 100% convinced that we were all about to d*e. To this day I remember the constricting feeling of panic and fear in my chest that there was something else in the room with us. My mom chided me for lying. I got back in bed and sobbed myself to sleep not only mad she didn't believe me but also terrified that I was going to be m******d in my sleep by the ghosts in the house.
This was 20 years ago. My mom just sold the family house last winter. She still doesn't believe me that the music started on it's own.
#22
Ok, I've got to post this finally. My one unexplained experience.
I was in my sophomore year of high school. I would usually get ready and then wait for my mother to drive me to school. While she was getting ready, I was just kind of hanging out in the bathroom with her while she was putting on make-up and curling her hair. She looked a little frazzled and I asked if everything was ok. She told me about a weird occurrence the night before. She told me that she had been woken up at around 2:00 by a strange noise. It wasn't super loud, but it was pretty constant. My dad wasn't woken up by it, though it's not surprising as he sleeps like a log. Anyway, she starts looking for the source of the noise, first checking the bathroom attached to their room, but there isn't anything in there. Next, she walks out into the hall and hears the noise from the bathroom nearby. When she walks in, she sees a hairdryer plugged in and turned on, just sitting in the middle of the bath mat on the floor. She thinks it's strange, but there are 4 kids living in the house, and she thought maybe someone had sleepwalked and turned it on. Whatever. She unplugs it and puts it away. She goes back to bed and eventually falls asleep.
About an hour later, she wakes up again, and hears the same noise. She's kinda pissed off and goes to check it out again. Except, now the noise is from downstairs. She tracks it down into the guest bathroom in the main entry hall (my parents house has, like, 4 bathrooms). She opens the door and, again, there's a hairdryer turned on, laying in the middle of the floor. She's freaked out by this point, but she unplugs it and puts it away. She didn't get a great night's sleep after that.
So she's telling me this story, and as soon as she comes to the conclusion, we both just freeze, and turn our heads into the walk-in closet off her bathroom. As soon as we look in there, the entire light on the ceiling shatters. Not the light bulb, but the glass cover. It shatters, sending shards of glass everywhere. Welp, we both freak and get the heck out. We didn't know what to make of it, but we haven't really had any experiences before or since, and none of my family have experienced anything either.
#23
I was 7 months pregnant and had locked my car keys in the restaurant I worked at. It was a small town, so I figured a manager could come unlock the restaurant for me but no one answered. I looked through a window to see if I could get to my keys from said window when the alarm went off - a screaming siren and flood lights. I immediately had to call the owner who lived in the next town over so she could turn off the alarm. In the meantime, the alarm was so loud that the police heard it from 6 blocks out.
I was in the back of the restaurant when I saw a police officer pull up. Relieved, I walked around the side, to tell the officer that my owner is going to turn off the alarm, when I'm greeted with an officer holding up his g*n screaming something that I can't hear. He proceeds to put his finger on the trigger and I break down. I put my hands up, start sobbing uncontrollably and drop down to my knees. Once I hit the ground, the alarm goes off and I can hear him screaming to put my hands behind my head. Once he realizes that I'm pregnant and I'm wearing the uniform of the restaurant, he puts his g*n away. Later, he tells me he was ready to sh**t me. It was his first week on the job and he never expected to see someone come from around the side of the building. Scared me to d***h.
#24
I have a story I've posted on here before, but I looked and looked and can't find it, so I'm assuming I deleted it for whatever reason, so sorry if this is a repost, but it's just too good to not share here, again:
My fiancé and I rent a house together, and we live alone.
About two years ago, my fiancé and I were lying in bed. It was actually pretty late in the morning-- 10:30 or 11:00 AM., or so. I'd been awake for about ten or fifteen minutes, and my fiancé was just waking up.
We lied there, talking softly about whether or not we should get up yet, or try to go back to sleep for a bit, since he had the first half of the day off of work, and it might be nice to catch up on sleep since we'd had a busy couple of days. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and I was on my right side, facing him, with my hand on his chest while we talked. In that position, I had my back to our bedroom door, which was maybe 8 or 9 ft. away from the bed behind me.
Suddenly, an odd feeling came over the room. Seriously, it felt like the air in the room was suddenly either sucked out, or made very, VERY heavy, and it almost felt like I was under water, or gravity changed... and the room seemed to almost feel like it was tilting to the side. It felt like the air in the room was pressing down on top of my body, while at the same time slowing down time and making me dizzy and loopy. My ears were popping.
Well, I thought it was just me feeling this, and for a moment, I wondered if I was having a blood pressure drop (I get those sometimes, though it still wasn't *quite* what it felt like), but my fiancé said in a very frightened voice that sounded like he couldn't breathe very well, and like he couldn't get out the words without struggling, "Do you feel that, too? What's happening?!..." And that was when I knew something odd and scary was going on, because he was feeling the exact same thing.
I tried to speak, but my speech actually came out kind of slurred and I had to force the words out of my mouth to say "I don't know...I can't move..."
He said "I can't...either..." and I saw him trying to turn over onto his side, and trying to raise his arm up. He just kept saying "what's happening? What's happening?"
I tried to raise my arm up, too, and found that I couldn't. Again, it was like being under water, and in an intensely pressurized room. I started trying to push myself up, to see if I could sit up... I couldn't do it. It was just too heavy.
Then, we both heard the doorknob of our bedroom door turning.
It was turning over and over again... almost like someone was trying to come in, but they weren't jiggling it, or trying to open the door... it was actually turning in a rhythm. It was turning back and forth, back and forth, in a rhythm at about the same tempo as a metronome. Like a beat to a song. It was very deliberate.
We were both terrified and we froze-- the first thought in my mind was that someone had broken in, though I couldn't figure out why they would turn the doorknob back and forth, back and forth in a deliberate rhythm, especially because our bedroom door has no lock on it. They could just open it and walk right in.
We couldn't move, that weird heavy-gravity feeling that was holding us down still would not allow us to move, but I was trying to, and I could feel my fiancé trying to, as well. All I was able to do was turn my head *very slowly* and look over my shoulder at the doorknob, and watch it turning. I could see it.
Then, we both heard it... singing. Two children's voices, what sounded like a pair of young girls, started singing a song that I could not make out most of the lyrics to, and the only clear lyrics that I could make out was the very last word at the end of the sentence: "dancing".
So let me clarify what I'm trying to describe: These two young girl's voices were singing an almost nursery rhyme type song outside our bedroom door, while turning our bedroom doorknob back and forth, to match the tempo of what they're singing: the doorknob is going *chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck*, as these little girls' voices are singing:
"Something, something,
something something!
Something, something, *daaaaancing*!
Something, something,
something, something,
something, something, *daaaaaancing*!"
...and the doorknob would turn with each word they sang, keeping perfect rhythm.
I couldn't make out nearly any of the other words of this song they were singing, except for the word "dancing" at the very end of each stanza.
And they were singing it in a way that was kind of playful and taunting... maybe, for instance, kind of like two little girls would do if they were teasing an older sibling, or their mom or dad, by coming up to a room they're in, shaking the doorknob and singing at them, just to tease-- the song almost sounded made up, the way kids sometimes sing little made-up songs to be silly or playful.... Just trying to give you a feel as to how this sounded. It also sounded like they were laughing, or trying not to giggle while doing it.
So, as this is all going on, and I'm watching the doorknob turn as these voices sing at us, and near the end of the song, I turn my head-- in slow motion-- back to my fiancé to see if he's seeing and hearing the same thing I am, and I can now see has finally managed to be able to turn his head and he was watching the doorknob, too, and the look on his face... was just... I'll never forget it. His eyes were as big as dinner plates, I've never see him that shocked or that scared...his face was just white.
And then the song ended. It was short, just two stanzas, then just as soon as it started, the doorknob just stopped turning on the very last word of the song, *"daaaaanciiiing"*, and all at once, that heavy, dizzy weight that had been holding us down and making it so hard to move and breathe just *lifted*. Just went away. Just like that. Suddenly we could move again, and the air and gravity felt normal.
It seriously was all over, from start to finish, in about 10 seconds.
My fiancé sat up and goes "What the hell just happened?", and he jumped over me and out of bed, raced to the door and yanked it open. Nothing was there. We don't have a hallway, it's a small house and our bedroom door opens right up into the living room, and he just looked out into it and goes "Nobody's out there!"
I got up and ran over to him, and looked for myself. No one there. House empty, and our two cats were both backed up against the far wall of the living room, hissing and growling. They'd either heard it, too, or even seen what did it... and from the spot right in front of our bedroom door, all the way through the living room, through the dining room, and out to the kitchen door, there was this trail of heat. I don't know how else to describe it, it was just a trail of heat. The air just felt hot and oily, and you could almost see a haze, like fog, trailing from our bedroom door, through the house, to the kitchen door.
We checked both the front door and the kitchen door. Locked. Both locked.
We both sat back down on the bed, and we were just shaking. We kept asking each-other "Did that really just happen? We both heard the same thing right?" and yeah... we both felt the air pressure holding us down in bed and making us move in slow motion, and we both heard and saw the bedroom doorknob moving back and forth in rhythm, and then both heard the two little girls singing that song. So, I know it wasn't a hallucination or anything.
The only difference was that my fiancé understood a couple more of the lyrics of what they were singing, though not many-- he said it sounded something like "and we come in a'dancing!" or "and we go a'dancing!"
It was just so unsettling and spooky. And to be honest, the way the girls' voices sounded, they didn't sound mean or creepy-- they seriously sounded like two, real little girls who were just having fun and teasing us. It didn't feel or sound malevolent, or anything... it still creeped us out, just that it happened, though. We were both shaken up for the rest of the day, and I BEGGED him not to leave for work that afternoon (but he had to). The whole time he was at work, I kept every light in the house on, along with both the TVs in the living room and our bedroom. It's never happened again, but it still creeps us both out just talking about it.
#25
The forest around my house is haunted by a square.
Me and my sister have several times now over the years seen a white squareish shape quickly moving through the trees from left to right. Very fast, fast enough you don't register it until it's gone.
It's weird as f**k. Other things happen in our house too, but at least the square is outside.
#26
I'm a pretty sheltered kid, so had little terrifying experiences, but one I remember was when I was in 7th grade. It was nighttime at a huge mall in my neighbourhood. We went for our weekly dinner out and was going down the escalator. Usual stuff. Then when we tried to step out of the escalator, I felt something tugging at my left foot, and strong. Insanely strong and quick. I was horrified and screamed immediately. My shoelace was stuck in the escalator, and it tried to suck my foot in. I couldn't let go of my shoes, the shoelace being pulled means the shoe wound impossibly tight around my foot. I struggled on one foot and my parents immediately realised what was wrong. They screamed and ran to me, my mom pulling my body away from the escalator and my dad trying to release me from my shoe but failing. Then they both tugged at my shoelace, but it was so strong and I could still feel it pulling me in bit by bit.
Then my shoelace snapped and I was thrown to the ground.
#27
Me, my sister and my mom heard loud noises upstairs (banging) after we came back from the restaurant. We where all in the kitchen and stopped what we where doing to make no noise to ear what was going on, after a few second my mom told my sister that was playing with her remote control car to continue so that it is less suspect that we are listening. After a few seconds BANG we ear another banging. My mom and sister freaked out and ran at the door, I then began to tie my shoes to get out until my mom dragged me out shoe less to go get to my dad that was working on the farm a few miles away. After that we searched all the house and found nothing... until we realized that my sister's remote has the same frequency than my other remote car... So while she was playing downstairs she was also controlling my car upstairs that banged into doors and walls. We still laugh about it 10 years later.
#28
This church i used to attend was at a very old building. probably built in the 1930's. ironically, the sanctuary was incredibly creepy at night, especially with all the lights turned off. things would randomly tip over, doors would close, or some chilling breeze would randomly go through. sounds tacky and cliche as f**k, but it's hella creepy when you are there witnessing it. always felt uneasy having to be the first one to walk in to turn on the lights, or last one out and having to turn off the lights.
#29
When I was in elementary school we would sometimes go into the bathroom and turn off the lights and do bloody mary to freak ourselves out. It really was scary and sometimes you could swear you would see something.
After one time of doing this during recess we all went back to class and were sitting at our desks listening to the teacher give her lesson, when I SWEAR TO GOD something reached out of my sliding tote tray in my desk, grabbed a hold of my shirt, and pulled hard.
I yelled at the top of my lungs and jumped out of my desk, effectively stopping the lesson and had the entire class looking at me like I was a lunatic. The teacher asked what was wrong, and I couldn't give a straight answer and just sat back down. I had to tell my friends later what the hell happened.
#30
I don't believe in many things that can't be explained by logic or history, but for some odd reason a bump in the night or a series of coincidental events can really freak me out.
I was madly in love. This was the summer of '07. I spent every day at my girlfriend's house. Her bedroom was massive, like tv sitcom big. She had a couch and a big tv. It was the perfect place to waste a summer foolishly wrapped up together. Directly above her room was a converted attic that served as her older brother's room. He hadn't live there for a few years as he has graduated college etc. but that summer I knew he was back and forth, crashing at the house. We were watching a movie in her room and I heard a lot of noise coming from upstairs, like someone was moving things around. Tidying the place. Normal sounds of someone getting settled in. The movie ended and we were going to head downstairs for some food and I told her I wanted to stop upstairs to say hi to Mark (that's what we will call him for the sake of Internet anonymity). She looked at me puzzled and explained that Mark wasn't home. I started explaining the noises, almost certain she was messing with me but shrugged it off and headed downstairs.
After a couple more hours of hanging out I grabbed my stuff to head home for the night. I was barely 18 and I was driving my parents car so I had to have it home in the morning. It was around 2 a.m. and as I kissed her goodnight in the foyer of her house, music abruptly broke the silence. It was loud. Like the type of loud when you have a cheap speaker on high volume. It was upbeat music maybe 40's-50's era. My girlfriends face went white as she panicked. It was coming from upstairs. All the way upstairs.
We navigated the stairs and hallways together, clutching each other close. We tracked the sound into her brothers bathroom and sure enough in the pitch black a radio was playing. I turned on the bathroom light and shut off the radio. Confused, she stared at it. This radio normally stayed on the second floor..
The occurrence was odd, but I was able to calm her enough to head up to bed. I got in the car and began my 20-30 min drive home. As I navigated the neighborhood I felt that the street lights were going off as I traveled beneath them. I paid closer attention and sure enough, they were. I wanted to block it out of my mind so I drive faster. Up ahead was a construction zone and the road narrowed significantly, but I maintained my speed. Before I could react I noticed a small figure dart into the road, perhaps a young by or girl. I slammed the brakes, the car skidded to a stop and just like that, the car sputtered and died. I was frozen in the driver's seat. I didn't see anyone around. No small figure. But my eyes were playing tricks on me adjusting to the dark ahead. I frantically tried to start my car. Nothing. I picked up my cellphone and called my girlfriend. No answer. Then my parents. No answer. One more attempt and the car started again.
> The rest of the ride was mostly uneventful. I tuned into some sports radio to distract my as I pulled into the driveway at home I got a text from my girlfriend asking if I was ok. I responded "yes" and asked why she didn't answer my previous call, she said she never received one. I headed inside and on the counter I saw my mothers cell phone, the one I tied to call. Picked it up. No missed calls. Nothing in the call history.
#31
Me and my cousins were playing in my grandparents basement that was a long room that we could play red light green light in. My grandparents basement was hella creepy though and the only reason we were playing there was because there was like 5 of us and the longest part of it was close to the stairs. There were a couple bed rooms and a laundry/storage room down there too. In one of the bed rooms my grandmother kept this dancing sunflower that was a motion detecter and sung the "you are my sunshine my only sunshine" song. So all of us lined up playing red light green light suddenly hear that twisted little sunflower start singing all the way from the back bed room in the dark where none of us were even near close enough to set off the motion detecter. We all screamed and bolted for the staircase. It was terrifying and made us more afraid of the basement than ever even now years later.
#32
My parents rent a house from my aunt and we've lived there since I was like 2, I'm 28 now and moved out but the house has very strange things go on there that none of my siblings or parents could explain. The house only has one bathroom which consists of a shower and toilet and sometimes one person would shower and the other must use the toilet. When we were younger and getting ready for school my dad was in the shower and me and my sister were in the living room which is right next to the bathroom door no one else was up yet, my mom and brother were asleep. My sister and I have our back against the door and all of a sudden something knocks on the bathroom door, keep in mind my dad is in the shower... My dad even said "Come in" like someone was there. It was not one knock but 3 on the door, my sister and I ran screaming out of the house and my mom come out asking what happened.
The same thing happened several times even on other doors, including the outside door and when it was opened no one was there.
My family had real and fights when I was younger and my mom swore my dad was possessed by something. She even saw black hunched over beings crawling to her at night and got up praying to have them go away.
My bedroom also had glowing orbs that could be seen with the naked eye when the lights were off, even my mom and sister could see them.
Too much goes on in that house that can't be explained. Sometimes I believe certain places have a thin line between our world and the paranormal and that house and land is part of this.
#33
Told this story of my parents old house when I was living with them before college.
I live in a small culdesac in the middle of no where. The next nearest neighborhood is over 4 miles away. One night a few years ago we got over a foot and a half of snow overnight. So far from main roads and on the weekend I knew our roads will be remain unplowed for quite some time. I went to my out back deck door to look at the snow Draped trees and the still heavily falling flurries and take some pictures when I noticed foot prints leading to my door then turning around and leaving.
I looked and saw that they came from my neighbor's side and thought that one of their more delinquent kids played a joke as my sledding tube on the railing was popped. I decided I'd wait till later as it was early to call their parents. I went on facebook and after scrolling for a bit I noticed one of my neighbors closer to the entrance posted "did someone knock for me or something at my back door?"
I immediately called her, talked, and told her I have an idea. I called the first house on the entrance and told him what was going on. He went and checked and sure enough, they were there too. Everyone started calling everyone else. I called the family at the far end and they told me there was none there. Then I got a call from my next door neighbor. She called the women that lives next to the end house. She said that there were footprints that led to her door. But none led away.
We already called the police by this point but now we called them back and said that it's an emergency now. They told us the roads are still all unplowed and they can't send a plow truck to clear the way as they are a privately owned company. The woman was losing it so one of the husbands (huge bear of a man) across the road from her texted her to say he was coming over to "invite her over". He came and she left. We put up one guy's live feed motion recording hunting cameras facing all exits. Nothing came out. Around 7 pm a plow truck came as well as 3 cop cars. The couple she was staying with and her went to her house and stood in the doorway as the police searched. They found nothing. She begged them to keep looking so they did.
Two of the cops went into the basement again. This time only one came up. He took her to the side room and we could hear hysterical crying (by now we are all out there). Me and a few of the other guys started towards the door when several police confronted us. They told us they found someone hiding under a cover opening in the stairwell that she didn't even know existed. A few minutes later a scruffy man screaming and kicking came out in cuffs and was led away.
In his little camp out they found blankets she just cleaned and put away. In the room next to hers... She stayed in other people's houses for a long time before going back. Even then she wouldn't stay alone. She sold the house the next summer.
He turned out to be a thrill-seeking j****e who was on probation for a*****t against a family member. The cops told us that they feel like he didn't want to stay at his apartment after a fight with his roommate and drove off in his roommate's car from the county over and got stuck in our unplowed roads.
And that is why you always make sure you locked your doors.
#34
So.
I was stumbling to my home from school(it was 5kilometers, and i was about 12year old. It was very dark outside because it was winter. Also it was the most worst snowstorm that ive seen here in Finland. Couldn't see sh*t forward..
I was going with my big brother, and he was front of me.
We were going up to a little hill, there was still 2kilometers to my home.
I heard a sound, behind me, that called my name.. 5 TIMES. What the f*ck, it was creepy voice too, didnt feel anything similiar that ive ever heard and couldn't see anything so i was very scared and started going faster towards my brother and told him that.. then we just quickly went home and nothing else happened, Just couldnt get sleep that night
PS. my name is pretty rare one here.
#36
Last year I was dog-sitting for my parents while they were on holiday. They live in a very rural countryside village, in an old barn conversion and I hate staying there by myself.
So about 10 days into house-sitting, I woke up at 4am, and could hear something downstairs. Thinking I had somehow gone to bed and left the tv on, I went down to the lounge, but the TV was off. Very confused at this point, I wandered into the hall looking for the source of the sound. Both the dogs were sat very alertly outside the office door. Then I saw that light was coming from behind the office door.
I have absolutely no explanation for what happened that night. The computer in the office is my brothers, and he had been sailing in Europe for two months at this point, and his computer was always password protected.
However on this night, the computer was on, unlocked, and the noise I could hear was a YouTube video about Soviet experiments of dog head transplants.
I worked from home the next day as I was so scared I'd come home to find my dogs heads had been switched...
EDIT: commenter is correct, it was Soviet experiments not N**i. I was too scared to Google it again!
#37
I was working as a bartender at a hotel that a flight attendant was m******d in room 354 at about a year before the incident. Anyhow it was close to closing time when the MOD a very small woman comes into bar and tells me she needed my help. It seems the fire panel is showing an alarm in room 354 which had been somewhat cleaned and left vacant since the m****r.
So the two of us go up the elevator and start heading down the long l shaped corridor, as we round the corner we can see papers had been shoved under the door from inside the room with “help me” written on them So the manager puts her master key in the lock and opens the door to pitch black in the room and we hear “thank god you have finally come. We both instinctively jump back and then see one of our maintenance workers stroll out the door. It seems maintenance had been using the room for storage and once he went inside the door the k**b was broken off on the inside. There were no lights or phone in the room so he held his lighter up to the fire alarm.
#38
When I was a senior in High School a bunch of my friends and I used to drive into the the hills to drink and get away from our parents. I was the DD one night and drove back 4 of my friends. Two of the girls were really drunk and started puking so we pulled over in a park. Both of the girls started puking outside my car doors and then this pickup rolled up behind us and had its high beams on us.
I thought it was the cops and was just waiting for them to bust us but the person in the car just stayed there. Eventually we closed the doors and drove away. The pickup followed us. I started driving faster and through a neighborhood I knew really well, taking every turn and starting to speed up, but the pickup kept following us. Eventually my friends needed to puke again and we pulled over. The pickup stopped behind us and again just kept its lights on us. I looked through my rear-view mirror and saw an older white guy with a beard. He started reaching for something in his glove compartment. At that point, I freaked out told my friends to pull my other friends in the car and floored it. We took a couple turns and lost the guy. We stayed in a driveway of a random person for like 15 minutes and then decided it was safe. We turned back onto the main street and........THE PICKUP TRUCK WAS WAITING FOR US!!
I drove as fast as I could down the main street and the pickup kept following us. Eventually at the bottom of a hill there was a massive accident and a bunch of police cars and fire trucks. I started to slow down like I was going to pull over towards the police. The pickup overtook us, ran a red light in front of the cops, and I never saw him again.
I have no idea who that guy was or what he wanted but it was terrifying.
#39
I was walking at 10pm at night in a park that had a forest trail with some friends to "ghost hunt." We were a group of about.. 10 people? Anyway, I kept hearing footsteps behind me and near us and nobody was there. I was in the back of the group since no one wanted to be there, you know, human shields and all.
So I was more in the open, trailing behind a bit with a partner, when out of nowhere, I heard a loud blood-curdling scream. Sounded like a girl screaming bloody m****r. It surprised me because I didn't expect it and I jumped on the spot. I glanced at the scaredy-cat of the group - no reaction. I glanced at my partner and the group - all no reactions. So I just shook it off, but then I heard children laughing and more footsteps away from us in the direction I heard the scream. Nobody was there.
After that, we reached a d**d end, turned back, and left the trail. I asked my friends if they heard the scream, and they all gave me a blank look. "What scream?" One of them asked. So I told them and confirmed no one else heard it.
A few years later I decided to look up the park and it turns out a girl was shot and k****d in that park. (My condolences to that girl). Also there have been reports of other people hearing children at night as well, even though there are no children outside past curfew.
#40
I was a police officer who had a talent for talking violent/emotionally disturbed people down and defusing situations.
We had a "bag lady" named Annie, who we would get calls on regularly, shoplifting,disturbing the peace,etc. Depending on her mood she would sometimes fight officers trying to arrest her. No one wanted to hurt her,so taking her I to custody could be an ordeal. Also, Annie didn't bath regularly, but she compensated by applying generous amounts of Stetson aftershave. It would make your eyes water, and would stay in your car for hours.
The first time I had to arrest her, I talked to her in my "Frazier Crane" voice and it went pretty smoothly. On the way to the jail, I asked Annie if she'd eaten. When she said no, I stopped and got her a two piece chicken meal,With biscuit. I then drove slowly to the jail,so she could eat.
From then on, when she'd get in trouble, she'd "request" me to take her to jail. Fast forward, I've been promoted to Sergeant. My marked cruiser #61, was parked in the motorpool lot, to be reissued. I was as a supervisor assigned an unmarked car.
Later that afternoon, I responded to a fatal accident that one of my guys was working. It was Annie, she had been run over by a truck and k****d. I was pretty upset, because I had taken the unofficial title of her protector. And I should have been around to keep this from happening.
Later that night, a deputy from the sheriffs office called in, and said someone was hiding in one of our cruisers,in the back lot. I was heading in to do paperwork and got there first. The deputy told me via radio what car it was,: #61. I went to the car and saw no one in it. Another officer brought a key and we unlocked it to check for any damage, etc.
When I opened it up, the first thing I smelled was Stetson aftershave.
#41
This isn't next level creepy, but it sure freaked me out.
I was walking to the bus stop one morning my first semester at uni. I had started going by my middle name at this point. Some guy that I have never seen before crosses my path for a second, looks me square in the eye, and yells my full name.
I was really stressed out and sleep deprived at the time, and I am still unsure if this actually happened or if it was a hallucination.
#42
Gather 'round boys and ghouls and I will tell you the chilling tale of the 'Twisty Tie Lady'. I have posted this once before, but figured I'd share it again. Apologies in advance for formatting, I'm on mobile.
This happened about 12 years ago, I was still living at home in high school. My parents purchased a condo from a family friend and we moved in. The lady (family friend's mother) we bought the condo from had passed away of natural causes inside the condo. She was an older lady, friendly from what I hear. She also dabbled in sorts of witch craft/black magic. I don't believe she was casting evil spells on anyone, more of hobby, I suppose.
So anyway, we move in. Most of her belongings were left behind, so my parents kept the stuff they needed. Mostly furniture and coffee tables. After months of living there, we had a suspicion that we weren't alone.
Now, this wasn't your typical haunted house scenario. There were no flickering lights, strange noises or lurking shadows that led us to this belief; it was twisty ties. Yes, just like the ones that come with the loaves of bread you buy from the store. Every now and then, we would find these strange twisty ties around the house. These random a*s twisty ties would seemingly appear out of thin air, almost strategically placed so they would be noticed. Like, I'd be hanging out on the couch watching TV, go to the kitchen to fetch a tasty beverage and come back to find a stray twisty tie just chilling on the coffee table. We'd find them wrapped around cords, on counter tops, in desk drawers, even one time wrapped around my toothbrush. Each one unique in the shape, color and placement. It certainly wasn't a s**t your pants moment, but over time living there, you'd start to look for it and anticipate it.
There were three of us that lived there and of course we all blamed each other and of course none of us ever fessed up to it. Over the years, however, there were enough isolated instances each one of us had encountered to deny it. It was kind of fun, actually. We named her the Twisty Tie Lady and I started to collect them in my nightstand drawer just for funsies.
I always wondered "WHY twisty ties?". I tried extensive research on the web about twisty ties and if they had any significance in witch craft and found nothing. A few years later after moving out, I had learned that when the lady was alive, it became a little inside joke between her and daughter (the family friend) to save all her twisty ties for further use.. I guess that was her way of reaching out in the afterlife.
Sadly, the condo complex had been wiped out from a flood. But to this day, every time I see a twisty tie, I smile.
#43
So everybody has that rich neighborhood that you go to, to get the king size candy bars. Well when I was around 13-14 my friends went out to that neighborhood and we stayed out pretty late. Soon there was practically nobody on the streets and people started turning off their outside lights. And as we finish our last street there was this mother f****r in a black cloak dragging a metal snow shovel going from a brisk walk to a straight up sprint. Hearing that metal scrape and a black figure in the night sprinting towards you. I created my own kind of candy bar in my pants that night.
#44
When I was ~12 years old, I was chillin downstairs watching TV on the couch with my dog relaxing across the room. Out of nowhere he stood up completely alert and started growling with his hackles raised, watching the staircase. To my dismay his gaze followed from the staircase, across the room and ended up staring next to me, growling louder than ever, practically snarling which he *never* did (he was a bichon, a fluffy friendly little white dog). I don't know if it was my imagination but at the time I was pretty d**n sure I felt coldness in the air next to me. I noped the f**k out, sprinted across the room, grabbed the dog and ran up the stairs. Never had anything ever happen like that again, my mom still lives in that house.
#45
My ex and I were renting an older small house built in the 1900’s. The back door had a vestibule where you could either enter the basement door or enter the back door to the house entering the dining room. This door was a window long window pane and we had a long stretch-curtain for the window.
My ex had some emotional issues and when we moved to this location things got much worse for her. One night, during one of her fits of screaming at me, we can began to hear a slamming sound coming from the vestibule. We get down on the floor and peer through the uncovered bottom window pane and see the door to the basement swinging open and slamming violently and without pattern. SLAM SLAM SLAM. We then heard and felt a VERY hard slam hit the floor as if someone took a sledgehammer to the ceiling below us. I get up and slowly open the door and the basement door opens once more and then ceases to move. I take a flashlight and head downstairs, which was a very old dirt floor, rock foundation basement.
I was very freaked out as I headed down the flight of stairs and expected someone to pop out. But they never did. No one was down there and it was very quiet. I head back upstairs and lock the doors. Nothing else happened that night and my ex and I split soon after. I stayed at that location for another year and after she left I felt much more comfortable.
I don’t know if I believe in the paranormal, but I can’t explain what happened that night and I can’t help but feel there was an energy reacting to my ex’s negative energy. I also want to add that I stayed at that house through hurricane force winds and that door never budged.
#46
The way my office is set up, there are a bunch of desks you have to pass before you can reach my door. Even if you skip across them, it would take you al least 3 minutes before you are out the door. So I was working in my office one afternoon. Everyone else had left already, it was Friday afternoon. I heard, clear as day, three distinct knocks on my door. I immediately went to see who it was. There was nobody. The hairs on my arm stood up. I thought it was weird, but maybe I was tired, so I moved on. About two weeks later, the same thing happened. It still happens from time to time, I just ignore it and go on. I have been told not to acknowledge spirit activity, so I guess I'm sharing an office with a knocker ghost.
#47
Not quite unexplainable, but definitely scary. I was in bed and my bed was right next to a window which I left open immaturely wide because I loved the breeze. I was facing the open window and I literally saw this black hairy creature with big eyes crawl in through the window but then stopped and made a hissing noise at me, I was terrified. I blinked as few times and it was actually a stray cat that saw the light of my open window and decided to try and get in. I never left my window open again.
#48
I was a caretaker of a small uninhabited island off the coast of Maine and my girlfriend and I started having synchronized nightmares about things that we had never discussed before. They involved very specific themes and after month of this happening we were gifted a history book of the island that had a small chapter in the back that mentioned the exact hauntings.
#49
In highschool, woke up in the middle of the night and opened my eyes to see a guy that I'd never seen before standing over me. I remember he had a flannelette shirt on. He was staring down at me, I threw the covers over my head and had my heart beating as fast as it ever has. After a bit I pulled down the covers and the guy was gone.
I still remember it quite clearly, I don't usually subscribe to paranormal experiences but that s**t was no dream. I saw him clear as possible standing right next to my bed; looking down, not moving or making a sound.
#50
Sleep paralysis has always brought me the most fear in my life. My grandma's house in particular always seemed to cause my episodes. One time when I was younger, I was spending the night at my grandparent's house and my grandma was trying to calm me. I was afraid of sleeping in the living room alone. I always felt a bad energy in that house, and a lot of it had to do with my episodes. She tells me to "fear no one but God", and tucks me into bed.
As I am falling asleep, I feel the familiar wave of paralyzation come over me. I shut my eyes tight, knowing the hallucinations were coming. I could hear a tape recorder noise out loud, almost like a tape rewinding. Suddenly I hear grandma's voice saying "Fear no one but God". As I open my eyes, I see a floating white figure above me. The best I can describe it is it was almost taking the form of a woman. I eventually snapped out of the paralysis and cried.
#51
I was maybe 13. I was staying at my cousin's house during a weekend and one night I had a really vivid dream. In that dream I woke up in the middle of the night and for some reason walked out of our room. I remember it was really vivid like it wasn't a dream but something just felt off. It was way too silent and really eerie. I opened the door, and there was like a hundred white snakes on the floor bunched up together and slithering around. There's a single snake sticking out from the middle of the pile and it has red eyes and it stood there really still staring at me. I froze in front of the door just staring back at it for a few minutes before I woke up for real. It was the feel of the whole thing that creeped me out. But I thought it was a just a stupid nightmare and didn't tell anyone and kinda forgot about it.
Well a few weeks later I was back at my cousin's and we were just talking with her superstitious housekeeper when she told us that she believed a guardian spirit in the shape of a white snake with red eyes is protecting the house and that it has visited her in a dream. My cousin laughed it off but I was spooked. She told us about her dream and it's the exact same dream. I didn't tell anyone about my dream. What are the chances of us having the exact same dream? I don't believe in ghosts or guardian spirits but this still freaks me out when i think about it. I never stayed in that house again.
100% happened.
#52
Does a thing happening every day for 13 years count? If so, my childhood home had some supernatural s**t goin on. You would always hear the conversation of a man and woman, but couldn't figure out their words. My room was where it could be heard the most. My room was also the room where a guy shoved his daughter out of the window about a century ago.
There's sooo many more things about that house that are creepy, but the conversations are what stuck with me most.
#53
I was 13 and just moved to another school. I'm terryfied of new people so talking to them was really hard and all I wanted was a friend.
I had those dreams about a guy older than me, he looked familiar and reminded me of my sister. We were talking and playing together.
In my last dream about him he asked me if I want to be with him forever and I said yes. We started walking through a dark maze, walking was becoming harder and harder with every step.
Finally I saw the light at the end of it and heard whisperes telling me it's not my time yet and I have to go back but I continued to follow him. The whisperes got louder and louder and thousands of hands came out of the walls of the maze and started dragging me away, I tried to fight but I couldn't.
Finally I got so scared I ran out of the maze and when I got out I've heard him screaming "why did you leave me?". I woke up with an asthma attack.
After a few months I learned that my mum had a misscarriage before I was born so I think it was my brother.
#54
I shared this elsewhere already today but it's perfect for here-
My partner and I were driving down a steep hill in my city, myself in the passenger seat. Traffic was fairly busy as usual as it was only ahout 8pm and the road is one of the main routes for commuting out of the city. I'm just kinda enjoying the journey as the car was nice and warm and I was looking forward to dinner when I got home. I noticed out of the front window and to the right that somebody was about to walk in front of oncoming traffic. I panicked and shouted out loud to my partner that someone was about to get hit and potentially thrown into our path. But at the moment they were about to be hit by a small white van, their top half disappeared but their legs were still walking into the road. It is the most bizarre thing I've ever seen in my 32 years alive. The legs took a few steps forward, they weren't solid as I could see the vehicles head lights through them, yet they weren't completely transparent. So strange. I had consumed no alcohol, no d***s, not even a paracetamol and I wasn't tired or stressed either. Still to this day I won't go on that stretch of road!
#55
I will add something here that happened during halloween when I was a teen.
Me and my aunt used to throw a massive halloween party every year. We would rent this building by a cemetery (for creepy factor) near our home. The last year we did it there, we had been up at the building decorating for 2 days and it was about 3 in the morning.
We had set up this owl by the front door that would hoot when someone walked by, so it was motion activated. We locked up the front door and went to close up the back as we were done for the night.
There was a stage in this building that we would put the curtains up and make it a mad scientists lab up there. We were way into halloween if you can't tell.
My aunt and I went up on the stage to turn everything off. All of the sudden, we hear the front door that we just locked open up and the owl makes the hoot sound. We were behind the curtain and couldn't see what it was. We stood there froze in fear and staring wide eyed at each other, not sure who just walked in.
All of the sudden, a massive gust of wind blew the curtains towards us. I have never been so terrified in my life. I was sure we were going to d*e. All of the danger flags were going off.
It got quiet for a while. We finally braved it out and came down the stairs to peak out and see if anyone was there. There was no one. The front door was shut and still locked. Nope! We got out of there so f*****g fast. We didn't book the party there again after that. It was so scary.
#56
For 18 years of my life I stayed in the same childhood home without moving, and slept in the exact same room. Over the years, strange things happened in this room - from your typical “items falling off shelves.” Down to sightings of figures swinging from nooses.
The scariest thing to happen to me, was when I turned 18. I suffered from clinical depression and insomnia which left me in a pretty bad shape for years, so perhaps take this story with a pinch of salt, though now that I’ve left that home - my miraculous recovery from both suggested that my issues stemmed from something outside of my own control.
My bed was small, and had no “underneath.” As it was a wardrobe-bed combo with the drawers you can pull out. A few days after I turned 18, I had gone to bed at about 3am - early for me.
I decided to call my significant other (now fiancé) and sleep on the call for the night, because I had this uneasy feeling. The room was unusually cold and bitter. I had left the window open.
(I can’t sleep when it’s too hot.)
I was just about to fall asleep when something in my head set off, you know that typical “something is seriously wrong.” Kind or feeling? I heard this loud growl. And rustling from the bottom of the bed. However I didn’t have time to react, when these hands had grabbed my right leg and yanked me out of the bed and dragged me half way across the floor. I screamed, freaking out my S/O, who started shouting my name down the phone.
By the time I could fully comprehend what had happened, whatever pulled me out of my bed had vanished. But, what was left behind was a large, deep gash in my stomach.
I was rushed to hospital and admitted into the psych ward for 5 days, for s*******m.
I’m convinced it wasn’t me.
That’s not even the creepiest part.
When I returned to my room, I found several marks around the room.
The most notable, were scratch marks in the curtains, and along the windowsill- leading outside and onto the roof.
I’m far away from that place now. It’s for the better. But the experience drove me into a career focused on psychology, cultism, and supernatural experiences.
TLDR: I was dragged from my own bed and had my stomach slashed. I was accused of s*******m, but the damage to my windows told a different story.
#57
Pretty sure I had people living in the attic AND under the house I rented with some friends. The place was an old house turned into a duplex. The house was about 4 feet off the ground and surrounded by bricks except for a maintenance access door. You could pretty much get in and out without anyone noticing because the door was off to the side of the building.
The time the owner had to do work on the property he had to get under the building and found coolers, shoes, blankets, glass bottles, and so on.
The only reason we found out about the attic is because we didn’t know our outside storage closet ceilings could be pushed up on and lead into the attic.
Many of a strange things happened at that house. I felt like it was the Twilight Zone.
#58
When I was 5/6 I had an invisible friend. Her name was Jen, she had curly brown hair, blue eyes, and I thought of her as my older sister. I thought she was pretty cool because I really wanted an older sister.
One day I mentioned her to my mom, who freaked out and told me never to talk about Jen ever again. It honestly scared me. Jen stayed around for awhile, but sort of faded after a while.
It was a couple years later when I was told that before I was born, my mom had a miscarriage pretty late in pregnancy. The fetus was a girl, and would have been named Jennifer.
It's totally possible I was told/overheard about the miscarriage way earlier and just don't consciously remember, but still.
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