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Okay, this is my go-to scary story that happened to me. When I was about 10 or 11 years old, I stayed up sort of late. When I got to bed, i was still feeling restless. I pulled all of my blankets around me and tucked myself against the wall (my twin bed was flush with the wall). I was in bed awake for probably an hour when I started hearing a rather unsettling noise. Muffled crying. I focused on it, hoping it was my imagination or I was asleep.

After a few minutes I needed to see what it was. I turned around in bed to see a woman in a dress standing at the far side of my room, crying into her hands. Her hair was matted and her clothes tattered. Oh and she was about 7 or 8 feet tall, crammed under the ceiling. After a few seconds she looks up at me and screams, but it sounded like it was coming from far away. She made eye contact with me, turned around and walked through the wall. I stayed awake that night.



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.



Was watching tv in my old house when the show cut out and blue screen appeared with text on the bottom that read “help me. Can you help me?” I don’t know if it was the dialog from the show without the picture or whatever but it was creepy and I got right out of there



My mother told me recently that when I was a young child, maybe 3 years old, I would ask about a lady in the basement laundry room. We had a finished basement where all of my toys were stored in a toy bin directly across the room from the (unfinished) laundry room. Apparently I would play down there for hours by myself.

One day my mother came down and sat on the stairs to check up on me. She said that I kept asking “who’s the lady?” (and then I would point into the laundry room). This happened like 2 or 3 times over a few weeks to where my mom actually invited my grandmother down to come ask me about the lady. She thinks that I noticed that she couldn’t see this lady and that I recognized her fear, prompting me to never mention it again or suppress it.

I have no recollection of this at all. I’m 24 now and what floored me about this story is that when I was older, maybe about 8-10 years old, I distinctly remember being terrified of that room to the point where I absolutely couldn’t be in that basement alone. I remember having nightmares of a witch that lived in the laundry room that wanted to take me and had the most horrific, almost smokers cough laugh. Even today when I go and visit, if I’m alone in the basement I always feel sick to my stomach when I look at that damn room.



I turned off the light and got under the covers to go to bed one night. The lights weren’t off for a few minutes when my covers were yanked off me in the direction of the bottom right corner of my bed. Screamed and my parents ran in. Still don’t know what happened.



I used to work at a place which required to be manned 24 hours a day. Reason being is that I handled sensitive documents/files and if somebody needed this information in the middle of the night I would have to fetch it for them (or confirm that I have it).

Anyways, security is kind of tight. Bars on windows, multiple locked doors to get to where I am. They would give me work to do during the night, but underestimated how quickly I could get it done. So like most nights, i finished my work in like 30 to 45 minutes and pulled out my phone and played games / Netflix browse reddit (since nobody else is in the building at night).

So now it is getting to be the last third of my shift when all of the sudden I hear a door close. I look to the security camera and see someone walking down a hall towards my room. At first I thought it was just somebody that came in (ridiculously) early, so I turn around and wait for them to come in. But nobody came in, and the hairs start rising on my back. Now, this isn’t a really big building so I figure I’ll find the guy wherever he is and start checking offices and storage rooms but come up empty handed, however i do see that a fire door had shut. I go to try and rewind the camera, but the digital recording is password protected and i don’t know the password. Anyways the whole thing freaked me out, the way the person was walking down the hallway, like a determined walk right to where I was.

So, I sit with my spine tingling for the last couple hours of my shift and finally people start coming in, my replacement shows up and I tell her what I saw and at this point I figured I must have imagined the whole thing. I’m told to go home and the manager and girl who replaced me would look over the camera. After getting home I call my manager and ask what was on the camera. So they said that the video showed the fire door closing but then the video froze for about an hour, the next thing it records is me reopening the door.



When I was around 5 years old, I woke up and saw a glowing white manlike silhouette pacing back and fourth down the hallway, but kind of gliding. Freaked me the fuck out and I thought I was having a nightmare or something. I told my parents about it the next day, and my mom got a really weird look on her face – my brother had seen and told her about the exact same thing 2 weeks before, and I hadn’t know about it. Still weirds me out.



This isn’t a story about ghostly figures or haunted houses or whatever. It’s about living in a place for 10 years and feeling that place abruptly turn on you. Places have feels to them, the country around you has it’s own feel that you get used to.

I used to live on an old Southern plantation turned horse farm. It was over 1000 acres of mostly woods or pastures. One day I was walking/exploring with my dogs down one of the horse trails in the woods about 20 minutes away from the house and decided to randomly go off trail.

Like, 90 degree turn, climb down into a spring, then up under an ancient barbwire fence and wander along for a while until I found 2 large limestone caves directly across from each other. Both entrances were blocked by a bunch of rocks haphazardly stacked on top of each other. But they weren’t entirely blocked.

I really, really wanted to go inside but common sense told me I didn’t have a phone, nobody knew where the fuck I was, what if a snake bit me or I broke a leg on the rocks, etc. So I just looked around the caves and found this awesome as fuck old knife that looked like someone had carved it from a deer horn.

As soon as I picked up the knife, it was like the woods changed. If you’ve ever lived out in the country for a long time in the same place, you get a feel for it. My dogs got closer and clung to me. I felt distinctly unwelcome. I put down the knife but that horrible feeling kept up until I was totally out of the woods and almost home again.

I never felt comfortable alone in those woods after that. It was like one moment I’m happy and exploring, the next I’m being watched by someone who very much hates my guts. I’m sure it could be explained as nerves or whatever, but I looked for the caves later but never found them, despite knowing exactly where I left the trail.

I know that feeling of connection with a land. I used to be able to wake up and go outside and know immediately if something was wrong– a sick horse, a loose horse, people hunting on our land, etc. Nothing I can explain, just a feeling. Whatever I felt when I picked up that knife, it was really, really hostile. That’s probably my most unexplained experience.



I was 12 years old. My grandmother was sick in the hospital and I was at the mall with my two older cousins, trying to clear our heads and get away from the grief for awhile. An older gentleman walked up to us smiling and handed one of my cousins a piece of paper. It read “why didn’t the family answer the door?” We looked at the man confused and he gave us a second piece of paper, still smiling. It said “because they were already dead.” He then giggled and walked away, and my cousins grabbed me by the hands and basically ran with me all the way back to our car. We were desperate to get back to the hospital where we wouldn’t feel so alone and vulnerable. I still get goosebumps when I think about that weird man and the creepy way he laughed and smiled at us.



My friends and I were visiting a graveyard a couple blocks away from home on Halloween, because why not? There is a building that restaurants have been going in and out of for years and none seem to stay open for long. The graveyard is basically this places ‘backyard’. On that night for some reason the lights were on in the building and there was a lady in a pink dress standing in the window just staring at us. There was no restaurant open in there at that time.

We all kind of booked it and this lady followed us from window to window like she was gliding, not walking, which made us completely book it. We ran as fast as we could down the road and there is a segment without windows for her to follow which direction exactly we went but by the time we got to the next set of windows running full speed she was standing there already, watching in our direction. We never made that trip again.



This is actually my husband’s story. When he was in high school he and some of his friends had a campout at his friend’s aunt and uncle’s house in the country. They did the usual cooking out, putting up a tent, etc.

At some point during the night my husband went for a short walk near a small pond on the property to “take a leak”. As he was doing his business he looked up and saw a man walking around the edge of the pond towards him. He clearly saw this man, who was walking with his head down. He described him as wearing a red flannel shirt, jeans, and work boots. He thought that was very strange that this guy was out walking around a pond in the country in the middle of the night so he “Hey man, what are you doing?” He didn’t get an answer and the guy kept walking past him and was now facing away when suddenly he just wasn’t there anymore.

My husband went and told his friends what happened. The boy whose relatives owned the property was shocked and immediately ran to the house and woke them up. He had my husband describe what he had seen. The boy’s aunt immediately starts to cry. She had been seeing this same guy in the house, sometimes standing at the foot of the bed, and her husband did not believe her. He had been accusing her of insanity and apparently they were at the brink of divorce from this issue. She was so relieved that someone had been able to validate what she had been experiencing.



Me and few friends were playing in the woods about 6 of us around 10 years old. Somehow a piss break came up and suddenly we were all pissing on trees. Well out of nowhere some super sketchy guy appears and asks to join us in pissing on trees. He was so distant and creepy and seemed to creep up from nowhere. I just screamed and all my buddies screamed and we just ran to where our bikes were, near the road sure enough he was there too and just casually getting back into a rusty old van. He seemed so emotionless and cool and the epitome of a sketchy scraggily character.



I was home with only two other people in my house, and all the lights were off except for the living room (where we were). The stairway leads into the living room and the dining room, so you can see into the dining room from where we were. The other people in the room were looking at a book, when suddenly I had a weird feeling that I needed to look into the dining room. Looked up, and there’s this silhouette of a very tall, broad person in the doorway, looking into the living room. This was weird because first of all, there’s no light on in there so how am I seeing this pitch black figure? and also second, wtf there’s someone in my house. This happened over the course of maybe like 8 seconds, me looking up, noticing the thing, staring at it, and then suddenly it turned and abruptly went through the wall. Like it literally just went through the wall. I was so fucking confused. I was a kid then, and one of the other people in the room was my younger sibling, so I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to scare them. Nobody else has seen anything like this in my house, but we’ve all had weird dreams involving a younger girl. Nothing involving anything like what I saw, and it hasn’t happened since. (Which is kind of unfortunate. Pls come back.) The most interesting thing to me is that I wasn’t really scared. It didn’t have a bad vibe to it at all, it just felt like it was observing us. Just seeing what was up. Hmu ghost I’ll chill with you again.

And also once I had a nightmare where at the very end I had been looking into a mirror and saw someone behind me, and then woke up staring straight at a mirror that was in my room in front of me. Yikes. I didn’t die tho.



After my grandmother died, my family performed this ritual (as per tradition). Essentially, you create a shrine for the deceased. For the first 7 days following the death, at 7 p.m., you remain silent for one hour to allow the spirit of the deceased to return and say their goodbyes. During the last day, a glass vase which was right next to the shrine fell and shattered while we were sitting silently in the adjacent room. We were all a little on edge, esp. since the vase had been there for years, seemed secure, and all the windows were closed.

At any rate, after the silent hour had passed we called my aunt who was doing the same ritual at her house. She said that the strangest thing had happened – they were all upstairs in the same room during the silent hour when one the doors downstairs had slammed shut. They checked and the house was closed up (no windows open, exterior doors locked) and they couldn’t figure out what had happened. Also, when they went downstairs all of the doors – except the locked front and garage doors – were still open. They’d had the house for over a decade and nothing like that had happened before.

I’m not saying something supernatural happened that night, but it sure was a creepy coincidence.



When my brother and I were around 4/5 we lived in a house that was about 100yrs old. One day we were walking up the stairs when we saw a tall man in a black coat and top hat walk into the living room which was to the left of the bottom of the stairs. A bit freaked out we thought our dad was pranking us so called out for him. Shit. Both parents came out of the kitchen (opposite side of the stairs and isolated from the living room).

I hadn’t thought about it for a long time and we never spoke about it. Then about a month ago, my daughter asked if I believed in ghosts so I told her the story. Literally seconds later my phone bleeps. It was my brother saying “I was just talking to (partner) about paranormal shit, do you remember the guy in the top hat?.”



My uncle still has no explanation for this one. When he was a student, he shared a flat with a couple of friends. One day they were chillin, having a couple of drinks and intending to make dinner. My uncle got out a glass dish and put it on top of the oven so he could begin preparing food, but got distracted and went back into the living room. Half an hour later he comes back to carry on with dinner.

What he didn’t realise was that the hob had been on the entire time, and the moment he touched the dish it exploded everywhere. Something to do with the temperature change. Pieces of glass had melted the lino floor, were embedded in the walls on the opposite sides of the room, they were even finding bits of it in the hall for several days after. The kitchen was literally like the fuckin chokey from Matilda, but my uncle didn’t have a single scratch on his body.

He was standing right in front of it when it went, and the creepiest part is that there were pieces of glass embedded in the wall directly behind him.



I’ve had other weird things happen, but these two instances came to mind first…

One night two summers ago, I woke up around 2am and was just about to fall asleep again, but didn’t when I saw my brother standing in the doorway of my room (my door was open). He ran towards me at a very high speed and stopped with his face like a foot away from my face. I swatted my arm at his figure and he slowly disappeared right in front of me. It was probably my eyes playing tricks on me, but it was still creepy.

Last winter, I was going to my mom’s house to say good night (I was helping her clean up her house earlier that day because she was going to move… I was at her house, then left to run a couple errands, and then returned to say good night before heading home). I get to her house and walk inside, thinking she was asleep on the couch in the living room.. She wasn’t there. So I decided to go upstairs because maybe she was sleeping up there… nowhere to be found. I was a little weirded out, but then thought she was in the kitchen or the bathroom… I went back downstairs to check things out and when I couldn’t find her, I realized that I was in the house alone. Let me tell you, this house is over 100 years old and there have been creepy things that have happened in there that I can’t explain… Hence why I was scared in the first place.

Man, I was freaking out. I called for my mom to make sure that she wasn’t there and heard a weird cough/choke in the basement. I froze and checked my phone and got a message from my mom’s friend saying that my mom was over with her. I then noped the fuck out of the house and called my boyfriend so I could distract myself while I made sure that all the doors were locked. I was talking to my boyfriend while I walked around the house.

Back door, locked. Front door, locked. Basement door, locked. When I was on the side of the house by one of our windows, something from inside the house slammed against the window, hard. It was such a loud pound that you’d think the window would have broken, but it didn’t. I probably killed my boyfriend’s ear drums with how loud I screamed. I hopped in my truck and got out of there. No one else was in the house with me, so I can’t logically explain what I experienced. Let’s just say that I’m glad that we are not associated with that house anymore… I hope whoever owns it now sees it as a happier place than my family and I ever will.



So, theres this old bridge in my town thats supposedly haunted by a young girl who drowned in the river beneath it. Apparently, if you came at the right time you could hear her scream. When me and my buddies were in high school we had nothing better to do than go ghost hunting. Being from a town of 6000 people in good ol’ southern illinois, half of that being prison inmates and mental health patients, you have to get a bit creative to have any sort of fun.

Anyway, we get to this bridge at about 3 A.M. and we sit there for awhile. Nothing. About 20 minutes go by and were all sceptical. Everyones joking about how dumb this was, or trying to creep eachother out. All of a sudden, Screaming. The most blood curdling, high pitched screaming you’ve ever heard. It wasn’t just one scream either. It never stopped, it kept going even as we were driving away in our cars. But thats not even the worst part.

Me and one of my buddies high tail it back to the cars as soon as we heard the initial scream, because you had to walk a bit downhill to get underneath the bridge. Halfway back, we both go from sprinting to a dead stop at the exact same moment. I never asked him what he saw, because I saw it for myself. It was a girl, running on all fours into the woods.

I dont talk about this much because it gives me chills just thinking about it, and nobody ever takes me seriously. If you knew me in real life, I dont have the ability to lie. Just not there for me. I had always believed in ghosts because i was raised on scary movies and watching ghost adventures or T.A.P.S. In a way, this was one of the best experiences of my life. To experience something like this, its unlike anything else. Just knowing that maybe there IS something after we die is comforting in a way.

Since the incident I in fact HAVE gone back, and actually am planning on going back quite soon with people that have never been. I’ll tell more about my other experiences if there’s any interest. There’s some strange things that go on underneath that bridge.



This one happened just a couple of weeks ago to my mom. She has quite a few unexplained things happen to her. In this instance, she was driving down to Los Angeles with my dad (a route they regularly take), and as they passed the cemetery where my mom’s mom is buried she suddenly had a very persistent urge to get off the freeway and pay a visit – something she hasn’t done in ages. She went to her mom’s site, and then just started walking down the hill to where a funeral was taking place (large cemetery, this was pretty far off in the distance). She is never nosy and always believes in respecting grieving families, but she said she just could not stop walking. Incredibly, as she got closer people started gasping and she recognized some folks. Turns out it was the funeral for her mom’s sister. Not a single person in my mom’s family had talked to her in years (they are somewhat estranged) and there was a little bit of finger pointing – nobody wanted to believe that my mom literally happened upon the funeral but that is exactly what took place.

My mom has literally hundreds of examples of weird things happening to her. Another quick story is when she walked up to a random woman – complete stranger, and told her: I am really sorry to say this but I really think you have breast cancer. However, if you get to the doctor soon, you’ll be fine because I see you telling me that you’re okay. Mind you, my mom has very weird ‘feelings’ that she gets frequently, as she calls them. She can’t force them or predict when it will happen, but she is always 100% correct and has learned to trust them despite her uneasiness with where it comes from. The woman looked just fine, no family history and she felt she had no need for mammograms, and my mom has no medical training. The lady kind of brushed her off as a weirdo but decided to get checked just in case. My mom runs into this woman while she is on vacation in Mexico and the same woman runs up to her bursting in tears and thanking her for saving her life. She kept offering my mom to pay her for a psychic reading but my mom just had to keep explaining that she is not a psychic and doesn’t even believe in psychics. My mom has people all around town that she has helped with her intuition, and people tend to think either she is trying to keep her ‘psychic powers’ under wraps or that she dabbles in witch craft. Nobody wants to believe that it is a purely random feeling or voice she gets on occasion where she has something to tell someone. It is always specifically to help someone in need – never for personal gain or random voices or anything like that.

Just one more that comes to mind: when we were younger we went on a trip to mammoth. As we parked in the driveway of the condo we were staying at, my mom said out loud ‘mom, I am sorry but I don’t know what you’re saying to me. Who is hurt?’ She hadn’t even realized she was speaking out loud and my siblings and I proceeded to make fun of her. But whatever she was hearing put her on edge. Fast forward to the next day, my brother is out biking in the mountains when both my mom and my sister looked at each other and we all just ran for the car and headed to the parking lot for the bike path. My mom kept kept saying ‘mom, please look after him’ over and over. We get there and a woman coming toward us instantly says, ‘oh, you’re his family aren’t you.’ Turns out he had a major accident and had been airlifted to the hospital. Mind you, we were far from the bike path, heard no sirens of any sort, and he did not have a cell back then. There was almost no verbal communication between us the whole time. The only thing that led to us finding out so quickly was my grandmother somehow communicating to my mom that something was wrong.



My patient died on the wing I work on. She was terminal but not expected to go immediately. She was going to a facility with hospice, after a fairly long battle with cancer. She was scheduled to go early the next morning, husband had plans on meeting her there – everything was sat up. She was in good spirits, her assessment was fine. Took her medications and said she was going to watch the news then take a nap.

An hour later I go to check on her, I’m quietly checking her IV, making sure her stuff is in reach, move her table and then notice she was gone. Sitting up, holding on to the side rail. She honestly looked like she was sleeping, but no heart beat and no respirations. Most of the time when people expire their mouth drops open and it’s very obvious. With her? Nope. I had to call a co-worker to confirm. I was expecting a wake up, but she was gone.

Attempted to contact her husband who I couldn’t reach and started the paperwork, in addition to attending to my other patients.

Few minutes later, I’m by the central desk and someone asks, “Where were you?” And I told them I was giving medication down the hall. I see two of the other nurses exchange looks, but nurses are weird and since they didn’t elaborate I continue on my nightly duties.

I’m at the very end of the hall doing some patient education and the charge nurses comes and gets me. I assume the husband is calling back, but that wasn’t the case.

Apparently, has I have been caring for my other patients at the opposite end of the ward there have been phone calls coming out of the deceased patients room to the central station. Several of them, no answer, just breathing.

I mean, this has to be a prank right? Phone rings, I look and see the patients room number on caller ID. I walk in the room. Phone is neatly on the bedside table, TV is off, and deceased patient looks like she is napping. I check the bathroom, it’s empty. “I’m going to leave the door open, half-way,” I say as I leave the room.

No more phone calls. But the next hour, alarms go off in empty rooms, call lights come on for patients that can’t move, an important piece of equipment died, and the dementia patient keeps complaining about the other patient that keeps coming into her room (loosely fitting the description of the deceased).

Husband FINALLY comes to the unit, because he knew why I was calling. He spends a few minutes with her and when he comes out of the room he finds me and says, “She told me this morning she didn’t ever want to go to a nursing home.”

Well, I guess she meant it.

After that, everything returned to normal. Well, normal as far as hospitals go.


21/ 28

On deployment in Afghanistan

So I was pulling watch at our FOB in the middle of the night sitting there looking into a dark valley. Well on this one I managed to fall asleep (Oh nooooo, Happens more than you think). I woke up due to something hitting me right in the face, almost like a hand slapping me, been slapped a few times and it felt exactly the same as that. I look around and there is nothing around that would of caused that. Not 10 seconds later I can see about 20 dudes making their way up from the valley to our FOB. Woke up the other dudes that were sleeping right next to me and fought off the insurgents with our buddies waking up to the firefight.

To this day I have no idea what smacked me in the face to wake me up and saved our lives.



My friend and I time traveled. Or that is the easiest explanation.

We were in high school and he was taking my bus back to my house with me. We get home around 245 and my mother gets home around 3 o’clock. We decided to go hiking before my mother could say no so we left a note on the counter and took off.

We took or usual route up the backyard hill making sure to avoid the crazy people that resided in makeshift homes up there. Climbed some trees for a while, explored a section of the car graveyard we hadn’t checked out before, and other typical teenage exploring type stuff.

We took a break near the top of the mountain. It was unusually beautiful that day. Incredibly green and there were seriously visible light beams shining down through the canopy. Like seriously pretty stuff. So of course I start running around through the light and decide we should probably start getting back cause my mother was probably gonna be pissed if we missed dinner.

On the way back we stumbled on to a pond we had never encountered before. It was small and had a single wooden boat on it. There were also a few teepees around the pond. Not old teepees, they looked ratty and unusable.

We decided someone was probably living there there and took a new path back home. We climbed down and up an old quarry and dropped off on the main road that leads to my house. We were absolutely filthy and over a mile from my place. We just walked the road back to my house.

We arrived home before my mother which seemed strange so I threw out the note so she wouldn’t know we were out gallivanting. She got home like 3 minutes later wondering how we had gotten so dirty at school. She arrived home at her usual time and we had only been gone a grand total of 13 – 15 minutes.

We honestly don’t even talk about that day anymore. It’s too confusing. But yeah, time travel.



When I was maybe 6 or 7, I was staying the night at my grandparents house. I was on the couch trying to sleep when I heard whispering. They had a painting of my aunt hanging on the wall in the living room and it was talking to me. Nothing creepy though. It was talking the way my aunt would talk to me. Asking me if I was behaving and typical aunt talk. She tells me to wake my grandfather up because she needs to talk to him.

I did and when he realized she wasn’t there he began scolding me.

In between threats and insults he noticed someone moving outside the window. He grabbed his pistol and told me to stay in the room with my grandmother. A minute or 2 later we hear a gunshot. Turns out there is a prison for young adults about 20 miles from where they live. 3 of them killed a guard and escaped. They were sizing the house up to take his truck and whatever they could, but he saw them first. Ended up shooting one of them in the shoulder. I have no idea why that fucking picture was talking to me. They’ve never experienced ghosts before or since.



I didn’t believe in ghosts then and I still don’t but I was walking in Washington DC and about to turn a blind corner when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and, for a split second, saw my grandmother, who had died years earlier. I stood, frozen, trying to comprehend what just happened when I heard a crash behind me, (in the direction I had been heading but I turned around when I felt the tap) A car had jumped the curb and crashed into the building right where I would have been. This one experience has turned me from an atheist to agnostic.



One night I was fast asleep in my bed and randomly woke up at some random time in the night/morning. I looked towards my door and I could make out the silhouette of a very tall man in a suit wearing a tophat. I rubbed my eyes and readjusted my eyes to the darkness. Looked again and the silhouette was still there, Top Hat and all! Being all like “wtf?” I rubbed my eyes again looked up and nothing was there. Shrugged it off to just weird shadows or something I went back to sleep.

Got up in the morning and went to the kitchen where my Mum was making breakfast. I turn to her and said “Uhhh I had such a crappy sleep, I wo-” and before I finished my sentence she cut me off and said “Yeah me too, I woke up and thought I saw a Tall man in a Top Hat in the doorway!”



Back in my college days I was walking home with my sisters from a sorority meeting.

We didn’t live on campus, but instead were about a 20 minute walk away.

It was around 2:00 in the morning, and for the first few minutes we were alone on the streets. No cars, no walkers, no body.

Eventually someone else was seen, walking towards us. A tall, older, white man, using crutches, and with a black dog at his side.

We of course step aside as he walks by, letting him use the sidewalk. We say hello, but he doesn’t pay attention to us. However his black dog looks at us, looks scared, and quickly rejoins it’s master.

A few blocks further, we hear the “crink, flop, crink, flop” of crutches again. We’re approaching a corner, and around the bend there is the same man, with the same crutches, coming at us again. We step aside, say it’s a small world, and try to offer directions, but him and his brown dog just keep going. The dog looked at us, looked scared, and returned to its master.

Approaching home we hear the crutches again, but can’t pinpoint the location. We turn on to our street and start walking down it, and about half way down our block the man steps out from a building, our building, and just walks by us again. Yellow dog looks at us, looks scared, and keeps walking with it’s master.

To this day I have no way to explain how a man on crutches caught up to us so many times, how he knew where we lived, or what happened with the color changing dog.


Played with an Ouija board in college. I was not on it when it started spelling out “fuck Mary” over and over. Someone on the board asked “Mary who?”. The board then spelled “virgin”. The person asked, why? It then said “Because she watches him.” The person asked who? The piece then slid off the table toward me and landed at my feet.

I had not told anyone in that room about my religious background, and I was living a life quite contrary to my upbringing. I noped out of there right then. When I went to get in my car long blades of grass were lining all of my windows, wedged in between the weather stripping and glass. I wasn’t in there long enough for someone to have been that precise on all 4 windows.



My house sitting story:

Two months after my brother and his wife bought a new house, they had to go out of town and needed their cats fed. Their house and my office are both a good drive from my apartment, but only a few minutes away from each other. My brother said if I wanted, I could just stay over in the guest room rather than driving among the three places. So I got the keys and instructions. I was staying there three nights: Mon-Wed.

Monday evening was uneventful until about midnight. I was lying on the living room couch, watching Conan, with a cat lying on my chest. I started to drift off to sleep. The next thing I knew, I was standing in pitch black darkness. I completely freaked out, I had no idea where I was. I felt around in the dark and felt nothing. Finally I realized there actually was a faint blue light coming from above. I moved toward it and then understood where I was. I was in the fucking basement! The light was coming through the basement door at the top of the stairs, which leads to the kitchen. Just enough moonlight apparently made it through from a window elsewhere in the kitchen. I bolted up the stairs, turned on the kitchen light, and closed the basement door. I was terrified until I calmed down enough to come to the conclusion you probably already came to: I had sleep walked all the way down the stairs (after opening the basement door, which I know was closed).

A couple things are important to the story. First, the basement. The house was very nice — actually, more than they should have been able to afford. The only exception was the basement. I had only seen the basement once, when I first got the tour. It was totally unfinished and was the one major thing they wanted to fix up. All they had down there was some boxes and the washer/dryer. I had no reason to want to go down there and had kind of forgotten it existed.

The other point is that sleepwalking is kind of a thing in my family, almost an inside joke. My brother talked in his sleep constantly, and would sleepwalk sometimes, and it always scared the hell out of me. The idea of people doing things in their sleep just creeps me out to the core (still does). My brother knew this and would tease me about it, so it was known in my family that I had this phobia. But as far as I know, I had never, ever sleep walked until that night. The image kept playing in my mind, over and over, of me, asleep, getting up from the couch, walking to the kitchen, opening the basement door, and shuffling down the stairs into total darkness. Creepy as all hell.

Anyway, I saw the TV was still on in the living room, playing Wedding Crashers. I watched the rest of the movie, trying to laugh and think of the sleepwalking as a funny story to tell my brother. When I went upstairs to go to sleep in the guest room, I stayed asleep. That was night one.

The next morning, in the light of day, it didn’t seem that scary. I texted my brother about it and joked around. All day I wasn’t bothered one bit. But as I’m walking out of my office to my car, I’m overcome with this sense of dread. All of a sudden, the thought of going to sleep in that house — and maybe sleepwalking again — is scaring me. So I had a plan. I stop at the hardware store and pick up one of those rubber door-stopper wedges. At the house, I jam this into the crack under the basement door, and kick it in until it’s as far as it can go. I test out trying to open the door, and it won’t budge. Perfect.

Later, I go upstairs and fall asleep. When I wake up, I swear to god I think I’m dreaming. I was standing in darkness again, but this time I know exactly where I am. The smell is the same. The concrete floor under my feet is the same. I look around for the light from upstairs, and it take me longer to find it because it’s farther away. Last night I was only a couple of feet from the stairs, this night it was maybe ten feet. I run up and turn on the kitchen lights. I see the rubber wedge on on the floor, a couple of feet away, as if tossed there. Again, I can’t stop picturing myself sleepwalking. Out of the bedroom, down the stairs, trying to open the basement door. Bending down and yanking out the wedge. And then, again, slowly down into the darkness.

I decided I was turning on the basement lights and they were staying on. I opened the door and flipped the switch to the basement stairway. I saw there was a main switch at the bottom of the stairs. To give you a quick sense of the layout, the staircase splits the basement into two parts. To the right is a small area with the washer/dryer, and to the left is the a big open area.

Anyway, I walked down and turned on the lights for the whole basement. That’s when I noticed something I hadn’t noticed when my brother gave me the tour. About 10-15 feet away, in the big area, there was a door to what looked like a small closet. This door was closed, but had no doorknob (just an empty hole), so it looked like it would freely swing open. I realized it was very close to where I had just awoken. Then a fucking freaky thought came to me: it was as if each night I was heading to the door, and getting a little farther each time before I woke up. As soon as that thought popped into my head, I booked it up the stairs again, left the lights on, and closed the door. I went up to the bedroom, but it took me forever to fall asleep. That was night two.

The next morning, Wednesday morning, I woke up late for work. I didn’t think about the basement at all because I was scrambling to get ready. At work though, I was still curious about what was behind the door, so I texted my brother and asked. He replied “wait….why were you in the basement?” I realized that when I texted him the day before, I never actually told him where I woke up. So I tell him I woke up in the basement, actually twice in a row. After a while, he sends this novel-length text. About how the basement is creepy, not to go down there, etc. How they tried putting the litter boxes in the basement and the cats made a mess in the house because they refused to go down. How he volunteers to do every chore other than the laundry so he doesn’t have to go down there. He says all this stuff, and it’s surprising to me, because my brother never believed in the paranormal or superstitions, ever since we were kids. I also realize he never answered my question about the door, but I let it go.

After work, I get the same feeling of dread as I’m walking to my car. I really don’t want to stay there again, and I decide: fuck it, I don’t have to. So I go feed the cats, get my stuff, and drive back to my place. I’m supposed to feed the cats one more time, so I’ll stop over in the morning. As I went to sleep at my apartment, I was thinking of all the steps I would have to take to sleepwalk to the basement again — find my car parked around the block, drive asleep to my brother’s house, etc. But this time, I sleep through the night. That was night three.

Thursday morning, I stop at the house as planned. I’m about to leave when I remember that the basement lights are still on. I don’t even hesitate to go down to turn them off. There was something about being there in the morning that, at the time, made it seem fine. When I go down, again that door without a doorknob catches my eye, and it also doesn’t seem scary anymore. So, what the hell, let’s see. I walk over to it and I distinctly remember not feeling spooked at all. Until — I reach my hand toward the doorknob hole to pull it open. As soon as I do that, and I mean instantly, I feel this electric feeling, like the air before a storm, and I imagine a hand coming through that hole and grabbing mine. It was like 0 to 60, going from no fear to being certain that something horrible would happen if I opened that door. It’s hard to describe it other than that electric feeling. I booked it up the stairs and out of the house.

So, a month later, I meet my brother for happy hour. A few drinks in, we start joking about me sleepwalking and the creepy basement. I say he never answered me about what’s behind the door, and he says I don’t want to know. Joking at first, but then insisting. Finally he tells me, and I don’t believe him. He’s my big brother and has only bullshitted me about a million times in my life.

This was his explanation: the previous (and first) owners of the house had a teen daughter that used the basement as her bedroom. The door was to her closet, where one night she curled up, took some pills and killed herself. The family was going to remodel the basement, but after tearing it apart realized they couldn’t do it and had to move. That was why only the basement was unfinished, and why my brother was able to afford the place — the seller had to disclose a suicide happened in the residence. He said if I didn’t believe him, to look up the market values of the identical houses in his track (I know how much they paid for their house and it was way lower). He and his wife considered themselves rational people and figured it was a bargain, but didn’t want to tell anyone. After they moved in, his wife was fine with the basement, but he grew to hate it. He apologized for not saying anything to me before I stayed there, but he never thought I’d have any reason to go down there.

Now here’s what that convinced me. I said “Okay, the only thing that makes me kind of believe you is that the last morning I was there, I went over to the closet door” — and at this point, I see my brother’s face change — and I continued: “when I went to open it, the air felt like–” and at the same instant, I say “electricity” and my brother says “electric.” At the same exact time. I saw his face and knew he was telling the truth.

I’ve never stepped foot again in that basement, and I haven’t sleepwalked since.


Source: What is the creepiest, most unexplained thing you have ever experienced? by dragons5