If you didn’t understand the title, it meant: when did you think you heard or saw something paranormal, even though it wasn't and it was funny. Best of luck, I hope to laugh at some hilarious ones.
One time at my in-laws house, husbands mom was saying how recently she had been hearing this low moaning sound every once and a while coming from somewhere in the living room. We stayed over for a while and sure enough we to heard this odd sound coming from somewhere in the living room. We couldn’t place the sound but it was definitely eerie. Naturally the conversation about the house being haunted started, but we decided it was probably something more realistic. This went on for a few days until one day she called us laughing uncontrollably, we asked what was so funny and she said the grandkids had come over for a visit ,and the youngest Charlie wanted to play with his farm book. Now this book was one of those interactive books where you press the animal and it makes a sound. He had left it in the toy box in the corner of the living room. He pulled it out and pressed the various animals only to discover most of them didn’t work, he pressed the cow and this low moaning sound came from the book. The batteries were so low from it being jammed in the toy box and being pushed up against another toy it would go off occasionally draining it’s battery. This farm book cow was the culprit for making the ghostly sounds! We laughed over it for years.
Have you ever heard a fox at night in the woods? They make ungodly noises. Also, I didn't secure my food properly and Raccoons invaded my campsite. I huddled in my tent, not sleeping, convinced the Blair Witch was going to kill me. I was 34.
I worked at a daycare in the early 2000s. Since I was in grad school, I’d open so I could go to my classes in the evening, which meant getting there at 5 to clean before the kids started arriving at 6.
So, one morning I getting there, it’s dark, I’m alone, I’m turning on every light I can find, and I hear the most terrifying sound I’ve ever heard coming from the toddler room. So, I locked myself in the office until some other people get there (fear my army of 6 year olds!). Then I went to see what it was.
It was a Tickle Me Big Bird whose batteries had been ruined by going through the washing machine.
Just moved into the house. Slept in the main floor bedroom the first few nights so we could paint our room. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Didn't turn on the light because I "knew" where the bathroom was. All of a sudden I'm in a pitch black portal. I can feel the walls on either side but ahead, nothing. I called out my husband's name a couple times and asked "where am I? Help me". Hon, you walked into the cedar closet. Try door number two.
Two words. Coat hangers. I can't count how many times they looked like a person in the dark.
I used to think that fireflies were fairies practicing spells until I caught one
I’ll go first
when I was little , I heard these really realistic door slams around the house and get paranoid there was a ghost . But then I noticed in the summer , the second the door “ slammed “ it began to get humid . So now I’ve realized how stupid I was and that “ slam “ was the AC turning off . 🤦🏻♀️.
My dirty clothes.They pile up and create a person sitting on my chair,waiting for me…
One night I was hanging out on my bed watching TV with my puppy and she all of a sudden gets up very alert and crawls timidly to the corner of my bed and just stares at the corner of my bedroom. It freaked me out! And then she slinks back to me and just kept watching and staring and staring at the corner of my room. A few hours later, this cute little lizard came crawling out behind my bookcase. I returned it back outside. She must’ve smelled it.
Blue illuminated cloud out of the humidifier looked like smoke-like phantom on Supernatural.
Two from when grandpa was young (1920's):
His sisters once became very scared hearing some eerie sounds in one of the bedrooms, like laments. One said it was a penitent soul for sure, who couldn't go to the Other Side. Later they found out that a chicken had sneaked in, hid under a bed and was cooing because it couldn't get out.
The other one was a misunderstanding that scared a lot of people in the village: Person1 was telling a story to Person2, about how a loud noise had made a dog bolt. There's an idiom in Spanish for running away as fast as a bullet, literally meaning "going off shotgunned". Person2 misheard it as something like "... and then the Shotgunnon Dog went off", interpreting it as if some mythical dog was running around the village. Person2 got scared and warned others about the Shotgunnon Dog. When Person1 and a friend heard about it, they found it that amusing that instead of explaining the misunderstanding they added details to the story and would hide to scare pedestrians by barking awkwardly. They had a good laugh before being discovered days later.
PS: Both the chicken and the dog were fine. The actual phrases in Spanish are "y entonces salió el perro escopetado" misheard as "el perro Escopetón"
I was once driving home from my night job and it was the proverbial dreary night. Foggy, and I had to drive through a swampy area, that was reputed to be haunted anyway. This was a classically scary looking place, deep south, Spanish moss, etc. But this short cut took a good ten minutes off my drive. As I was going along, I noticed approaching me, two HUGE glowing yellow eyes about 18 inches from the ground,about 200 yards away. I slowed, thinking to see that it was the reflection of my headlights on the fog, but to my bowel-loosening horror, the eyes sped up, as if now aware of my regard, they were coming in faster. I nailed it, in the intention that I would get past whatever it was, and get home! I don't mind telling you I was absolutely terrified! This THING was coming at me faster and faster, bobbing, but with intent! Every scary story I'd ever heard about all those spook lights, I was about to have my own. Closer.. And closer.. The eyes.. Kept... On... Coming..I came to the bridge just a bit before they did, just in time to see. ....the fog part and a Volkswagen Beetle and it's antique headlamps come into view. The reflections of the swamp had given the lie to where it was located and it looked closer than it was. But no lie, it almost scared me into having to buy new underwear that night!!
Our cupboards close with magnets. They make a loud *click* when they close and open. (Now, we've had a few unexplainable sounds time to time, and some of the sounds I have traced to things that just don't make an noise without someone tapping it. And it's just me and my daughter in this small space.) Sometimes we'll be in the living room or in bed at night and hear the cupboards clicking.
Last night, after years of hearing this, I walk into the kitchen, along the shifty, squeaky floors and heard one of the cupboards. I've now realized our cupboards come off the magnets and close when someone's walking around close by. We live on the top floor apt. and people who walk around below us shake our floors, slightly.
It was way past midnight and I just stopped working on my studies and threw a scrunched up piece of paper in the bin, went to bed and shut of the light.
I heard a soft rustle and a "plop" so I turned the light on to investigate. The scrunched up paper lay beside the bin. So the bin was filled up high I thought I missed the bin the first time.
I got up, through the paper in the bin and got back to sleeping, but again: rustle... rustle... plop.
With something of a "dafuq?"- moment I got up again and the scrunched up paper lay beside the bin again. Now I was fearing I was hallucinating or having a strange form of deja-vu or something.
I got up again, paper back in bin, back to sleep an... rustle... rustle...
Now I really was frightened about what was happening and didn't wait for the "plop". Much more fearful I got up a third and investigated carefully.
A little scarab beetle was shoving my paper back up to the rim of the bin, surely wondering why this scrunched piece of paper turned up again and again in his bin. ^_^'
I was doing laundry in our first home that had a basement--I'd never had a basement before, and I thought it was spooky as all get-out. The laundry room was lit by one lightbulb, and the furnace for our radiant heat (also a new one for me) was down there, as well. Everything I know about basements and attics is what you see on the news or in the movies: these are the places that cautionary tales come from, and they are to be avoided.
The furnace made these crackling/popping/hissing noises, like the aliens in "Signs." One night I was downstairs folding laundry, and the sounds started coming from the furnace. Just as I was getting good and wound up, the one light bulb in the laundry room burned out.
I don't know if I thought it was aliens, ghosts, Big Foot, axe murderer, or all of them lining up to kill me, but I wasn't going to stick around to find out.
I don't think my feet touched a single stair; I practically teleported out of the basement. When I got upstairs, I told my husband he'd just have to start spraying Febreeze on his undies from now on, because I was DONE doing laundry in "Murder Central."
At the Girl Scout Camp I went to as a kid, you could stay in an old barn, creatiely called "The Barn." One night one of the other girls told us she was psychic and described all the ghosts she'd seen. All the sudden she said, "There's something outside. Everyone quiet." There was a knock at the door and a couple girls screamed. Then we heard voices saying "Let us in, the door is locked." It turned out two girls had gone out to the bathroom, without the rest of us noticing. They were locked out and just wanted in.
London, 2008. Came home from a gig, went to bed and genuinely thought I got haunted by a poltergeist as my bed started shaking with me in it. The timing of the whole predicament was so precise that as I sat up trying not to sh*t myself and compute what the hell was happening, the only thing I could think of was to recite a prayer that my grandmother taught me and hit the light only for the bed to stop shaking right at that precise moment.
Panic, tears, parents who were peacefully asleep now wondering if their teenager was high as a kite…only to find out in the morning that UK was hit by the biggest earthquake in nearly 25 years (5.2 magnitude) and the tremor reached London.
I didn’t even realise that earthquakes were a possibility in UK and was fortunate enough to never experience one before, but damn, just the precise timing of the whole predicament made me think there was a portal to hell in my room 😅
I didn't mistake this for paranormal, but I kinda did, too. I didn't realize my mom had come back from the store, so when I heard the bedroom door open, I was terrified, so I grabbed chef(my mom names the knifes) which was my mom's biggest knife and I took one of my metal poles that belonged on my light and practically broke the door down and screamed " COME AND FIGHT ME I DARE YOU" and then my mom showed up and I said "God, mom, I almost ripped your throat out"
I was driving in a remote location to visit my parents. It was dark and I was alone so I was already a little creeped out. There were no streetlights and it was quite literally in the middle of nowhere. No one else around me.
I kept hearing this weird screexhing sound from the back so I turned the music down and listened. The noise came again. I didn't want to look in the rear view mirror (I was afraid of seeing a ghost or something like in the movies)
Eventually I turned the inside lights of the car on and looked back and waited.
Turned out I had accidentally turned on my rear window's wiper at some point and it was screeching on the dusty window.
My daughter was convinced she heard a ghost. I heard it too. An eery almost melodic sound, barely audible. Discovered it was the nextdoor neighbor learning to play the flute.
When i was a kid, lets say around 12 - just starting to watch horror and paranormal type movies, read stephen king books etc.
There was a sound - barely audible voices - that i could hear in a room of the house - but i couldn't work out where from.
Given my age and the movies and books i was watching/reading - i of course jumped to a bunch of completely insane conclusions.
Eventually i found it was a small-ish (it was the 80's - so nothing was actually small) portable radio that had been left on and fallen down under something.
I live in an apartment building. Alone in my study, I had been listening to creepypastas on Youtube and it is 11:00 at night. I cranked open a window and lighted a cigarrete. Then I start hearing whispers coming from my closet. A clear, soft voice: "Don't!" I froze.The voice continued: "Don't! You hear me? Don't! Come here..." I got up. And then realized the voice belonged to the neighbor. He was in the parking lot, just underneath my window, scolding his dog. *facepalm*
Ah, whenever I was home alone when I was 11, I would hear footsteps and the floor creaking on the upper floor.
I didn’t live in an apartment, just a huge house, which had only me in it amongst the furniture.
I would always arm myself with hangers, and try to find the source of the sound.
It took me about 3 months of this before I asked my mom about it, it turned out to be the AC shaking the wooden tiles, and the water from the pipes would go occasionally.
Now, imagine my shock when during those 3 months I was getting a snack from the fridge, and something fell over in the pantry 😅
The eldritch moaning we reported in our hotel room turned out to be a faulty lift motor.
I was 16 and mom worked nighshift. We lived in a small cottage deep in the woods, no neighbours.
Watching TV when I suddenly saw a book dislodge from the shelf and fall.
Another one didbtge same thing.
To terrified to move, wondering if thr police would believe me if I called.
Finally mustered enough courage to actually walk to the shelf and have a closer look, as a third book was about to fall.
The cat was behind the row of book, pusching one out with his ass every time he turned...
He stared strangly at me as I almost fell to the floor, laughing hysterically.
My boyfriend has this rack that hangs on the top of the bathroom door with towels on it. I had a friend over and he moved it to the bedroom door so if my friend wanted to use the bathroom he could fully close the door.
Fast forward to bedtime. I wake up in the middle of the night in darkness, completely forgetting the rack is on the door, as its normally on the bathroom one. The door is half closed and I see this dark shape "peering" around the corner by the door, high up. I f*****g screamed, scaring both boyfriend and the dog. He thought I was an idiot when I figured it out.
When I was about 12/13, I read The Lawnmower Man (a short Stephen King story). Shortly after, I kept hearing a muffled but still quite loud sound of a motor during the night and early hours. I was absolutely terrified, imagining The LM was after me and didn’t tell my parents for about a week as I didn’t want them to think I was going crazy. Turned out there was a massive wasps’ nest in the loft/roof, right over my bed. Dad had ‘fun’ dealing with that!
So I was laying in my bed, half asleep, listening to Hamilton. Then all of the sudden I felt something touch/move on my stomach. I had my hand on my stomach. And moved it. Turns out it was just me being an idiot and literally forgetting where my hand was. I still dunno how I managed that. Freaked me the heck out.
I would swear our house was haunted because I could always hear scratching noises coming from the corner of the basement rec room at night. Sometimes it would get so loud.
I kept telling my Dad we had ghosts, but he didn't believe me. He decided to get to the bottom of it and went outside to investigate. He came to the door laughing and said "Come see your ghosts."
I went out and my dad has disconnected the down spout for the gutters which lead to a drain pipe. Inside the pipe were about 20 frogs that apparently would work their way up and down the pipe at night so they could find something to eat. He relocated them to a nearby pond.
My sister and I each had a room in the basement when we got to be teenagers. Good old wood paneling walls. One night I turned out the lights and saw Red Eyes looking at me from the closet. I freaked and turned on my bedside lamp. I had a piggy bank that was yellow and red sitting on shelf in the closet and the crack in the wall between the wood paneling had a beam of light from the next room over shining right on the red eyes of the piggy bank. I had to sleep with the closet door closed for a few years.
I have one of those lights that you can put letters on. I didnt know it automatically turns on at the time you manually turned it on last. So I walked into my room one night and ran out tarkrified bc the light was on when I had turned it off. I went inside and yelled some religious prayers(in my religion all you need is to pray to protect you against ghosts and evils spirits I dunno is this is the same with all) this happened a couple more nights then I realized it turns on automatically. Although we do blame things on Bob, who we joke around to be a ghost in out house, so whenever it turns on and I'm next to it I say "thanks bob" just to remember the occasion.
I once thought that when I could see my nose, part of my soul was out of my body. I was 5.
Once I heard a scattering sound on my floor while I was sleeping. It was one of our cats.
The tooth fairy.
My dad and older brothers loved horror movies. I do too but when this happened I was probably 7 or 8. They were watching some bad horror movie. I think it was puppet master or something that had puppets in it.
I was laying on the couch with my teddy bear on the floor and my hand was holding my bear. As I watched the movie I become convinced my bear was moving just a little bit. I'm sure it was my hand twitching that caused it to move. But after that night I buried that bear in the pile of stuffed animals.
Years later my aunt told me she kept all my animals and gave me the bag of them. Just curious I looked at them. That damn bear was still in the pile. They definitely went into the trash after that.
On a side note. I actually had a "my buddy" doll too. The makers of the move Chucky used the same one I had.
I had just moved to a village up in the Himalayas working with an organisation there. The accommodation they provided us was an old colonial bungalow which of course was supposed to be haunted! I was sharing a room with two others and one night I woke up with a loud noise and my whole bed shaking. Of course, my first and only thought was ghost! I looked over to the other two and they were peacefully sleeping so all the more convinced it was a ghost. Covered my head with the blanket and closed my eyes. Next morning my mum calls me panicky saying she read reports of an earthquake in my part of the world! They were tremors that my roommates slept through!
For our studies we examined owl pellets and extracted the tiny bones and skulls from the mice and other prey of the owls.
Sadly our Prof forgot to put the owl pellets in the fridge before christmas holidays and now it was January and the owl pellets had started to live thanks to some moths or better their maggots.
It was a bit icky to work the mice-skulls free this way.
I already had lined up two skulls and worked on the next one when out of the corner of my eye I saw a movement. I looked closer and was shocked to see one of the skulls slowly wander of on his own. My fellow student stared also stunned. We weren't sure what we were looking at.
With a long stick I carefully poked the skull and he rolled over to reveal the hard working maggot that still stuck in the underside of the skull and had taken of to eacape with the new found home.
I was a teenager, my whole family was on vacation and I stayed home. I went to sleep in my parents' room, with the window open (but it was safe, because it was like the 4th floor). Anyway, I went to bed quite late and started to hear from outside a sound of chains being dragged on the ground. It was an eerie sound, and everything seems more spooky when it's nighttime and you're alone. So I was convinced it was a man with evil intent. I thought to call someone but whom? My parents were miles and miles away, and calling a relative at 1am seemed a little too much. I was safe inside anyway. So i laid there, terrified, until I fell asleep. The next day I called my parents and told them and they told me I probably had a nightmare. But the next night I heard it again, and again. Every night I heard it, but since I always woke up not-murdered I thought "well, what can I do..." and that's it. But one day, when I was coming home I notice the neighbors' dog and it just clicked in my mind. The dog was chained to some sort of zipline so it was able to roam around the property but without the chance to run away, I guess. I knew there was a dog and I knew it was chained in that way but it never occurred to me that eerie sound could be addressed to that, because I couldn't hear it from my bedroom.
So last year, I was riding my bike through a small way, trees lining up to either side. After the trees a field on the one side and a meadow in front of a pond and forest on the other. In the forest I saw some dark things, as big as buses. I was a bit scared, but not that much. Then, I took the same way back and I looked for those thing but couldn't see them anymore. I think I never went as fast as I went there.
A few days later, I asked my father what those were.
Trees. Fallen, rotten trees.
Drugged up to my eyeballs post C section in hospital with an air show going on overhead. I was convinced it was an alien invasion.
Rented an apartment in Antwerp. It had a small hallway from which one door to the kitchen and one to the main room and rest of the apartment. We always leave doors open but a few times when I got home from work the door to the main room was closed. Also had the feeling some items had been moved. After a while decided to change the lock at the door. Two days later the landlord called to ask why we changed the lock. Moved out asap.
This actually just happened last night. I woke up around midnight and quietly tip toed to the fridge looking for a snack. I’m standing there trying to focus my eyes due to the dark room being lit up by the fridge light and suddenly catch movement out the side of my eye. I knew everyone else was asleep so as soon as I see this movement I ball my fist and swing HARD! Only to realize I had just tried to assault my own shadow. Paranormal or paranoia 😂😂
When I was in 5th grade, I went to a camping trip with the school (this is like a few days before COVID was announced to be a pandemic) and me and my roommates were just chilling , we couldn’t sleep cause the ac in our room was broken and we were in the middle of the desert, so we were talking, when suddenly, about at 3am , the doorbell rung. Obviously, me and my friends were scared as s**t, we thought that it was a ghost or some s**t. Turns out it was an annoying ass ding dong ditcher who decided to be an asshole at 3 am
(When we find her running away I threw my slipper at her face 😎)
So one time I heard a really weird noise coming from downstairs. It was night at the time and like 1 AM. I grabbed some sort of stick i had in my room and went downstairs. It was the dishwasher washing the dishes. (Don’t blame me, it was a new house and I had always had an old dishwasher, but the one in the new house was new.) And i hadn’t heard it before.
My brother kept hearing a strange scuttling noise in the loft but it turned out to be rats
Light flashing on bew phone at night to alert me to a message. New phone = UFO.
There is a beautiful, empty, old small church and cemetery near where I live. Coming home late one night, I rounded the corner to see the entire building filled with a dazzling light from the inside, rays pouring out of the windows in all directions. I slowed in front of it, quite certain the rapture was upon us. As I crept past the other side came into view…along with the large vehicle parked with it’s brights on shining into the church windows.
One time, when I was like, seven, I was sitting in the family room and I felt this really cold wind go by. My sister, who was sitting next to me, didn’t feel it; no one else in the house did. I thought it was a ghost. I still don’t know what it was, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a ghost.
I was in bed one morning and I kept hearing a sound like a door handle being opened. I sat up and listened for a few secs and then lay back down. This happened a few times when I heard what sounded like someone violently kicking inside the wall. It was a tremendous racket. I ran out of there so fast. Later we found that the clips holding up the closet system broke and what I heard was them breaking and finally the entire closet contents fell to the floor. It had scared me near to death.
I was about 6, just moved to the states, in my country where I lived it was all country side, the first time I heard police sirens from a far, I thought they were ghosts screaming
Do aliens count as paranormal? Was asleep in my basement bedroom and woke to find a glowing red light about 3 feet off the ground slowly approaching me. I had plenty of time to wonder what the hell it was and finally came to the conclusion that it was an alien. Nothing else made sense. Eventually discovered that it was a partially-deflated mylar balloon reflecting my alarm clock light and being blown toward me by the heat vent.
As a kid my neighbors loved to have flashing lights on at Christmas, and for the first few nights after they went on I would freak out every time I woke up as the different strands threw shadows in weird places. I HATE flashing Christmas lights to this day!
My brother… to be fair I was 8 and my mum had a resident alien card with his picture in her purse.
A couple of years ago I was up early to get to work. Driving through the empty town in the grey early morning light I stopped at a traffic light. Ahead of me there was something crossing the road, about a yard high. It had a big head, and small thin body, and seemed to be barely moving it's legs as it almost glided across the pavement. My brain did a quick search and said 'nope', and I suddenly felt this shock of 'that's not something in the real world'. The light changed and I slowly drove towards it - turned out to be a mylar balloon that was mostly deflated, with ribbons hanging down from it, moving on the breeze. But for a minute there...
The wind used to shut the door. And not just open and close I mean full on slam. So that was scary.
About a year after I moved into my house ( it's very old) I woke in the middle of the night because my bed was shaking. (Did I have a ghost?) I has no idea what was going on, but soon realized that my cats were not at all bothered, and in fact snoozing happily. Finally I realized a train was passing, as the tracks are in front of my house. I figured it must have been a fully loaded freight train to shake the ground like that. Been here over 30 years now, and a shaking bed has never woken me again. Even when it was caused by an earthquake that occurred about 60 miles away. My neighbor woke up because his water bed was disturbed. Lol
Growing up near an old cemetery.
Ok this isn't as good as the other ones, but I was doing schoolwork outside on a bench and I accidentally dropped the lid of my gluestick through a circular hole in the middle of the bench. I immediately looked under the bench to get it but it was gone. I searched the entire area, and me and my friends were like "omg it's a glitch in the matrix", but turns out it just landed in this cylindrical thing attatched to the bench that was shaped exactly like the gluestick lid.
My workspace is adjacent to my room, and one day, I was sitting at my desk and I saw my door slam shut. I opened it and looked in my room, but didn't see anything, so I went back to my desk. A few minutes later, it happened again. Went in, looked, saw nothing, ran upstairs and refused to go back down until I went to bed. A few days go by before it happens again. This time, I caught it on camera and showed my family, and my uncle says something about it being a breeze or something. Turns out, my uncle was f*****g with me. He hid in my room, slammed the door, then hid somewhere else when I opened the door and looked in. I was so annoyed for days.
A few months ago I was fast asleep in bed and was woken up by what sounded like knocking on a little ‘door’ in my wardrobe that connects to the attic. “Knock knock knock… knock knock… knock knock” Scared the crap out of me and I couldn’t get to sleep for a while after that. I was terrified that it was ghosts or maybe someone was living in the attic and we didn’t know. Turns out it was just the wind shuffling the door panel in its frame
Not sure if this counts as paranormal exactly but I legit thought that reindeer were mythical creatures until I was mid 20s. Worst still, there used to be a reindeer reserve near my house and I just always figured it was a cute nickname my home town came up with for them. I’ll facepalm myself over this from now until the end of days.
I once saw a plastic bag in the dark and thought it was a ghost because it was shaped weirdly
I posted once before on what I thought was a legit UFO. It was bright green, lit up, oval and floating over a populated area. I thought for a split second that the world was being invaded by aliens. After my eyes focused, I realized it was the Fuji blimp.
I've also convinced my wife that we have a ghost in our house. We have some figurines on a table under the TV that I occasionally turn sideways and swear it isn't me.
About 20 years ago I had been watching a ghost film late at night. I don't remember which film it was but it quite creepy. I fell asleep soon afterwards, only to be woken by my bed shaking. Definitely convinced it was a poltergeist until I realised there was rumbling too .....it was just an earthquake lol. (Earthquakes are rare in England, so I think my first thought was of a poltergeist was pretty rational 😄).
I made a full floor to ceiling painting of a tree and when I woke up the next morning I thought it was a ghost
My dog has started to stare off in a corner of the bedroom. Recently one of my other dogs had crossed over. So she just stares, with a expression that I’d never seen before. Then the low, quiet growling starts. Here again, I’ve never heard her make that sound before and she’s been with me for 7 years. She never makes that sound in any other situation. Needless to say I don’t see anything in the corner. I begin to talk to her in a soothing voice and tell her that that’s just Junie, come to say hello. She never hurt you when she was alive, and she’s not going to hurt you now. Of course my husband thinks that I’m nuts since it happens at night when he’s at work. One time it happened in front of him, and now if she just stares off I know Junie is visiting.
My (now ex) fiance and I were asleep after our son's first birthday. We awoke to these awful loud popping and banging noise. I looked at him and his face was full of terror... He said, "What the f**k?!" in the most scared way... It was pitch black. After fumbling for the light switch we saw what made the loud noises: A couple of the balloons from my son's party were caught up in our ceiling fan that was on. I haven't laughed as hard as I did that night since then.
It is no my experience, but I have heard this story from my father.
It took place many years ago, when cars and electricity were not common in my country, or at least in my region. One man had visited market and after that he went back to his home, which was in other village. Road was surrounded by trees, it was late part of the day, and also the storm began. So everything was really dark. And every time lightning struck he saw a human silhouette with a horns and a tail, maybe tens of meters in front of him. He thought it was devil (devils were "popular" in culture and legends of my region, even some places are named literally "the [petty] hell"). When he finally came to his home he was really terrified.
It turned out that another man from his village also was on that market and he bought a calf. He was carrying it somehow like pack-strap, so horns and the tail which the first man saw belonged to that calf.
One of my first times staying home by myself, age 10/11, before internet. I ran the dishwasher using dish soap. After it was dark outside and I had turned out the lights about to go to bed, I went back to the kitchen for something. Due to there being little light in the room, I thought the shape that the suds had taken on the floor was a ghost. Dishes and floor cleaned and learned about dishwasher soap all before anyone came home.
In 2002 I bought my first house. I’m a city boy and my house was in the country 1/4 mile from the nearest neighbor. Not long after moving in one morning before sunrise I swear I heard the faint voices of a man & woman talking in a normal tone from my back yard. I jumped out of bed & looked but there was nothing there. But I heard it again a few days later. It was a brand new house so I didn’t suspect that it was haunted by any previous owners. But it happened again & again over the next several months & I just didn’t worry about it anymore. What was it? I had a clock radio that was set to turn on the radio instead of the alarm at the appointed time & it was tuned to a religious station at a barely audible volume never loud enough to make out the words. Just preaching- no orchestral music or anything that would’ve given me a hint. Was glad to know I wasn’t losing my mind.
When Donald Trump was elected as President
I was on my way to an appointment one evening. When I got to the top of a hill I saw many lights in a row in the sky. It took me a little to understand that the newly built riding arena - on a hill - was illuminated for the first time.
I have a huge backyard with a lot of trees. Many years ago, when I was a kid, our family (or friends of my father, I don't remember correctly, let's assume that they were family) came to visit us. So we organized a campfire in a one glade, amongst the trees. My parents and our guests were talking about some things, which were not interesting to me, so instead of sitting there I was just wandering around, even after dark. And when I was doing that I suddenly saw a completely black silhouette standing in front of a tree. Firstly I thought that it was a ghost and I was little scared.
But after a while I understood that it was my uncle. He had dark hair and a dark leather jacket, so in the dark he looked like a totally black figure. What was he doing there? Probably emptying his bladder.
Scared the h*ll out of myself in the shower, was rinsing my hair and felt something grab my butt. It was my long hair sticking to a check and it felt like a grab when I turned my head.
Another time woke up out a dead sleep because someone grabbed my stomach. It was my own hand that just squeezed myself in my sleep.
The house we rented the owner had just installed a mottled earth-toned linoleum floor in the kitchen. I was walking into the kitchen and saw a portion of the floor MOVE. I froze in place and screamed loud enough to wake the dead, my boyfriend (now my husband) comes tearing in thinking something horrible has or is about to happen, screeches to a stop, and upon not seeing anything, asks me what is wrong. I stutter out that the floor moved and point to where I'd seen it. He looks down and starts howling with laughter then asks if I want to jump up on a chair too. Turns out the "moving floor" was a little field mouse that had gotten into the house which was nearly perfectly camouflaged against the earth-tone mottled flooring. Poor field mouse was as frozen in place as I was - he caught it up in a box and we relocated it to a nearby field. Twenty plus years later and he still brings it up anytime I'm startled...I can't live down that I screamed bloody murder about a little field mouse.
Did a "test of courage" with some friends at our high school. Supposedly, a girl jumped from the the third floor and died a long time ago and rumor was that at night, you can still hear the sound of her hitting the ground. In the middle of it all, we all freaked out and ran when suddenly, we heard a loud thud. We started screaming until we realized the sound was actually my friend who had tripped and face-planted while running away.
I was alone at home when I kept hearing bizarre, deep voiced laughter and buzzing coming from my laundry room. I went to investigate and heard it more clearly: "HAAAAW! HAAAAW! Bzzzzzzt!" Of course I was concerned, being a lone female and it was nighttime too. I occasionally have hallucinations so I was already wondering wtf crazy thing my brain cooked up for me to "enjoy" tonight. I stared looking around and heard it again. I was getting more and more freaked out. Just as I was about to gtfo and lock the door behind me, I heard "HAAAAW! HAAAAW! THAAAAT TIIIIIIICKLEEEEEES!". I realized it was coming from behind the washer. It was my nephew's caterpillar toy with a dying battery that had no off switch. I still noped out of the room, figuring I'd dispose of the hellspawn in the morning. For the rest of the night I kept hearing that cursed toy go "HAAAAW! HAAAAW! THAAAAT TIIIIIIICKLEEEEEES!". In the morning I reluctantly fetched the toy, since it was my nephew's favorite. The battery was truly dead by then thankfully.
It was in the early 90’s. In the middle of the night, I hear the tv volume blasting as loud as it goes so I run downstairs and see my mom in front of it. No lights except for the tv. I shout “turn it off!” She shouts that she is trying. She has the remote. She turns the tv off but it turns right back on again. Then the channels started changing really fast. She turn it off. It turns right back on again and the channels are changing wildly! I shout that I’m going to unplug it. I do and there is sudden silence. I tell her, “If it turns on again, you get [my stepdad] and I’ll get the baby, and we run out of the house.” This was not too long after the movie Poltergeist. We were so scared. We stood there waiting to see what would happen. It didn’t turn on. Turns out the microchip was malfunctioning. My mom said that when she brought the tv into be repaired, everyone in the repair shop laughed at her when she said it turned on and off on its own.
Ummm maybe when I woke up at summer camp but thought I was sleeping (I am a lucid dreamer). Then when I actually knew I was awake my Girl Scout troop asked me if I saw a ghost because I was pale. Look around and THERE IS A RANDOM PERSON WHO LOOKS JUST LIKE A GHOST! I screamed.
Probably at work several years ago.
We do work in a building that has a reputation for being haunted (UK - old Victorian workhouse). One of the managers and I were working late and she came rushing to my office saying she was hearing voices behind the door to a locked seldomly-used office.
I followed her to the room, listened... and, yep, very faint voices. Couldn't make out what they said... but definitely heard men talking.
A bit freaked-out and unable to get into the room to investigate, we skedaddled.
It wasn't until the next day that we found out that one of the IT team had used the room for all of half an hour (unbeknownest to anyone and for the first time in ages) and had left the little radio playing.
Did learn that IT had a key to that room though... and that the IT engineers can be forgetful (but lovely) gits!
When I was a kid my uncle took us all, my cousins and I , to go camping in the forest. We all stayed in one tent and my uncle alone in the other. We all went to sleep and at around 3 am we heard a baby crying. We woke up but did nothing. The baby sounds kept moving around the tent until they stopped. A few minutes later we heard a chain and a female voice crying and again the chain sounds were moving around the tent. We were convinced it was " La Llorona" ( Latin american folk tale about a lady that killed its newborn twins and now spends the nights crying and looking for her babies). We were petrified and started whispering about what we would do. My brother took out a swiss army knife and said he would protect us. He was the only one with the guts to go explore, He opened the tent and found a mother dog that had broken its chains to go look for her puppy. The mother dog was the one crying and the baby we first heard turned out to be the puppy which my uncle grabbed and gave him shelter inside his tent untill the mother arrived.
Mid 90´s , Guatemala, Central America. When I was a kid my uncle took us all, my cousins and I , to go camping in the forest. We all stayed in one tent and my uncle alone in the other. We all went to sleep and at around 3 am we heard a baby crying. We woke up but did nothing. The baby sounds kept moving around the tent until they stopped. A few minutes later we heard a chain and a female voice crying and again the chain sounds were moving around the tent. We were convinced it was " La Llorona" ( Latin american folk tale about a lady that killed its newborn twins and now spends the nights crying and looking for her babies). We were petrified and started whispering about what we would do. My brother took out a swiss army knife and said he would protect us. He was the only one with the guts to go explore, He opened the tent and found a mother dog that had broken its chains to go look for her puppy. The mother dog was the one crying and the baby we first heard turned out to be the puppy which my uncle grabbed and gave him shelter inside his tent untill the mother arrived.
Mid 90´s, I was a kid, I had recently watched Chucky. It really scared me but I loved it so I watched it many times. It was duck, I was playing in the front yard. For some reason I had attached a bell to the back of my pants. I forgot about it. It was getting dark really quickly, there was no one around. I stood up and heard the bell behind me. For some reason I thought it was Chucky so I turned around to see and the bell just kept doing more noise. I started running and the bell sounds started getting louder. The faster I ran the stronger the bell sounds. I was losing it, I found a tree and started climbing it. I reached the top and the bell stopped . I turned around to see and there was nothing in the ground so I started coming down and again the bell sounded so I jumped, landed on my face hurting my neck really badly. I started crying since I couldn't move, My mom came rushing to find me. I told her Chucky was out to get me and then she unhooked the bell from my pants and showed it to me.
I was on a trip with my friend, she had invited me to go with her and grandparents to watch her little cousin while the family was on vacation ... any way, I end up sleeping in the kid's room. He had mirrored closet doors which are already creepy enough. In fact, I find them SO creepy that I opened the closet so there would only be one door. So I'm almost asleep when I distinctly hear a menacing laugh coming from the closet. I have a great imagination so I'm questioning the reality of the situation when I hear it again. This time it laughs and says "scared yet?" in a mocking tone. Now I'm quietly freaking the f**k out because the boogeyman (or IT) is in this kid's closet and I'm going to die. The thing laughs again and I'm like "YOLO" and fly to the light switch. I'm determined to get to the bottom of this because I am a huge skeptic, even if I still thought the boogeyman might turn out to be a bigger problem than I had anticipated but I was gonna fight this thing if it was. There was no boogeyman in the closet, what I *did* find was a talking shark Hotwheels toy where you have to race the cars through the sharks mouth. It had settled in the toy pile and the switch had been triggered to make it talk. I was going to fight a toy car accessory. I went to bed and slept soundly.
I got super scared by my own jacket… It was dark in the room where my clothes is hanging.
This was actually paranormal. At out old house we would always hear an occasional shriek, but we never found out where it came from. It always seemed to come from behind us. We also heard footsteps in our attic.
That attic was locked from the outside and we didn't have the key.
This was getting so scary to the point where we called an exterminator to check it out in case it was just an animal. The exterminator found nothing.
Later, i was getting a drink (around three am) and I catch a glimpse of a tall ghost like creature running down my hallway.
This probably connected to when I was a baby, I was haunted by a demon spirit thing, even my mom told me so. Our entire yard had been vandalized, but not the flowers, we talked about it, and then they went outside to find the flowers had been stepped on, but there were no footprints in the dirt. My mom also saw a tall shadow like figure wandering around their house outside the window. But stop at her front door. My mom opened the door, but none was there. This spirit seemed to have taken a liking towards me, to which he became my imaginary friend. I always had bruises and I would tell my mom "my friend pinched me"
I was two. I had no friends.