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You have a truly personalized experience. This happened when I was 7 or 7 and a half! I am 20 years old now, and because of this incident I am still afraid of the dark.
He felt a ghost in his bed. When my dad was younger and still living in Poland, he and a few friends took a trip and one night decided to stay at a bed and breakfast type place.
Everything seemed normal until he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. He told me he felt some sort of presence behind him, so he slowly turned around but there was no one there. He swears he could feel someone there on the bed with him though, along with a slight shift in pressure on the bed. It went away after a few minutes and my dad went back to sleep. The next morning he found out that a man had died in that bed about a week or so prior.
The window opened on its own. I was a junior in college and was living in a dorm which had a reputation for being haunted. Of course the RAs spread this around and we had a fun time scaring ourselves for the first month or so of school. The floors which had the greatest reputation for being haunted were the 2nd and 5th floors. My room was on the 5th. In this dorm, each floor alternated a single, a bathroom and a double, so three people would share a bathroom.
My suitemate was from Cairo. Really fun ladies, it was a great year. So I come home at about midnight after a long night of chatting online, and my roommate has the curtain shut between our halves of the room. While I was in the bathroom, the door opened by itself!
I walk into the bathroom. The curtain over the bathroom is drawn closed, so I peek under it. Sure enough, the window is open about an inch.
I turn around and go back into the bathroom so I can take out my contacts and brush my teeth…and stop dead in my tracks. The curtain, which had previously been closed, was now open.
Just as if someone had been sitting in the window. I looked at that for about 30 seconds. Turned out the light. Walked back out. Went to bed, contacts and all. The next morning, it took me a few minutes to unroll each curtain and flatten it out so it would lay flat again.
I saw a black shadow from my car. I was on a college ghost hunt with a guy name Chris Fleming. Cool dude, we did all the normal college ghost hunt stuff walking to supposedly haunted dorms and experiencing some cool stuff, but nothing crazy.
The city we where in had this special place called the Ghost Trestle. It was basically a Railroad bridge in the middle of a corn field that had a dirt road underneath it. Anyways during the ghost hunt with this guy who was actually featured on Ghost Adventures, we told him about this place. He was pumped and rushed through the rest of the college ghost hunt. Him and his assistant and a few of my friends took two cars with all his equipment to this ghost trestle.
When we got there a train was coming so he interviewed us on camera to tell the story about this place. Back a long time ago there was a farm house still there but rebuilt and a farmer, his wife, and son escaped a fire in the house. Also on fire was the horse stables. The farmer ran in to try and rescue the horsed before they succumbed to the fire while the wife and son went to wave down a train that was passing by.
The story ends with the farmer dying in the stable fire and as the wife and child were waving down the train they were struck and killed. To this day if you park your car under the bridge while a train crossed you above its suppose to open up another dimensional world to be able to communicate. Well we show up and of course to our luck there is a train coming. We all freaked out and got pumped while the Medium Chris Fleming attempted to communicate. We were all taking pictures and began to experience weird technological failures.
My camera which was my own began flashing and taking multiple pictures. At one point we began to see stuff mostly out of the corner of our eyes, and Chris Attempted to communicate, but what ever spirit was there seemed more intimidated. He Chris believed it to be the spirit of the little boy.
We would every now and then see a figure poking its head out from behind a concrete wall under the tracks. It seemed like it was playing hide and seek. I can honestly say that I was young and thought this stuff was hoax and just fun for college kids to pretend.
Until this night when we had a real professional experience the same thing we all did. Fast forward to a year or two after this event. I came to this same place for the first time since the night we went with Chris Flemming.
This time it was just me and my then GF. I parked under the bridge turned off the car and lights and took the key out of the ignition. We were joking together about how we were getting to old for this stuff. And when I looked in the rear view mirror I saw a black shadow flash by the rear window of my car follow by some noises that sounds like someone running towards my car.
My heart never raced so fast to put my key into the ignition and peel out and get out of there. Lake Havasu ghost. A few years back I was camping in Lake Havasu with my brother and a few friends; my brother and I were working on building a fire while the other guys were on the boat mooring it to the shore. We had a hole we dug where we had our previous fires that trip, so my brother and got the fire going and sat down around the pit. The fire was burning for a good 10 minutes and was at a decent size before the most bizarre thing happened.
The fire just went out, completely extinguished, as in no more flame. The embers were still there emitting heat, but the flame was gone. My brother and I looked at each other then back at the fire pit. The time Grandma came to say goodbye. My paternal grandmother died when I was six. I lived in NY. She lived in PA. I met her maybe twice. My father had an easy chair in one corner for reading.
I sat in the chair. It opened, and Grandma came out and stood about six feet away. I went back to my room.
About two hours later, about 6am, the phone rings. It was a call from PA that Gramma Catherine had died in her sleep. She made me repeat the story three times, and then told me never, ever to tell my father that story. And I never did. This happened my senior year of college, Christmas break He was gone for three days and had a huge piece of land in the middle of nowhere.
I invited my GF at the time. He had horses and fishing and a gator to ride around on, etc. So the first two nights went down with no incident, but the last night, his little foofy dog is having a fit.
She keeps barking at the back door. At first we blow it off but decide to lock the dog inside in case of a coyote or something. After a while we start to get a little creeped out. She goes outside and says she saw something small and grey probably a coyote and it ran off.
So, just an animal, no worries. We decide to get into bed…awkward silence…then I hear it…it sounds like a young girl singing a soft, eerie lullaby.
I even called someone to talk to me while we walked out to my car. Next morning, went to clean up the house and such. We have an old Mercury Grand Marquis that my dad had wanted to download for years. The owner would never sell it, even though it was just left sitting there. After he died, his daughter sold it to us for pretty cheap, because she knew how bad my dad wanted it. I left at 10 that night, and it had stopped raining, and I had to drive my friend home.
So, we continued conversation and I got to his house about 5 minutes later. When we got there, I asked him if him if he heard something weird when we turned onto the road. He said he heard the exact same thing I did, and I was freaked the fuck out. This sounds like such a made-up story, but I really wish it was. Before the kitchen was renovated a few years prior, our dish room used to be part of the morgue.
Every time I went into the dish room, something would be moved, turned over, or missing. Every night, I would hear carts being moved around, dishes being put away, and silverware rattling.
It got to the point where I was terrified to come to work every night. From then on, everything actually went quite well. It took us a little while to find a radio station we could agree on, but we worked harmoniously after that.
We moved into a new house a few months ago. As we were in the process of downloading the house, the renter who was living in it died unexpectedly of natural causes in his mids. He died right in the middle of the living room. Shortly after, we move into the house, and almost immediately our 2-year-old daughter starts talking about the ghost that lives in our house. Still, she was always telling me that the ghost was in her playhouse in the basement, or that the ghost was on the stairs, or that the ghost was standing in the corner.
I would often tell the ghost that he was welcome to stay if he wanted to, but he was also welcome to go if that would make him happier.
It was still dark out and rainy. Once again, I mostly disregarded what she was saying, as she is birthday obsessed and has in the past made us sing Happy Birthday to Mickey Mouse, a bowl of fruit snacks, and the bathroom. So we sang and wished the ghost a happy birthday and went on with our lives.
Later that day, out of pure curiosity, I looked up the obituary of the man who had died in our house. This demon lady literally got inches from my face. I see at the foot of my bed this almost demon-like lady in a white dress walking toward me. Then I could move and it was over. The disembodied head of a woman floating above my bed at night.
Lived in this dark, creepyish rental house from 4th-7th grade. Anyways, my sister who was a little bit younger than me would tell me about how she saw the disembodied head of a woman floating above my bed at night looking at me sleep.
Nothing really happened for months and I even forgot what my sister said about the disembodied head, until one night I was in a particularly deep sleep when I suddenly heard the blood-curdling scream of a woman right outside my ear. This is a brief account of an experience I had almost a year ago in the warehouse where I work alone. I work in a warehouse that my father downloadd. It is in the middle of Mennonite country, with no neighbors for a half-mile around.
Look out the window…you see cornfields and scraggly trees. Cell service? Forget about it. I work here alone, painting and preparing the front office portion for eventual functionality.
To get to the front office, you must go through a hallway from the main warehouse, into a secondary office, and then through another door into the front. The only thing that has ever made me uneasy about the building is the fact that all of the door locks are reversed.
I was in the front office when I began to hear the thudding. I ignored it and continued to apply masking tape to the door I was working on. But this time, it was accompanied by a screeching sound. Not loud, but audible. I was freaked out, but convinced myself that it was just a pissed off raccoon or squirrel that had found its way inside.
I continued working, until I heard the slam. The door to the secondary office had been open; it sounded like it had violently slammed shut. I peaked around the corner and saw that I was right… the secondary door was now closed.
I tried to logic it through in my head that a strong draft had sucked it closed, although I knew there was no such draft. The thudding began again. Close this time. I froze, unsure of what was happening. My eyes locked on the door handle, which began to turn. The door disengaged its latch and slowly swung open. Wider…wider…nothing there. Nothing visible, no air movement, just quiet. So quiet. The quiet was shattered when the screech came again. This time, it was clearly human.
Pained, angered, and emanating from the main warehouse. The door slammed. That entirely broke my frozen fearful state… I ran. I got into my car and drove until I was in cell range to call my father. Fast forward half an hour. My dad and I met up and drove back to the warehouse.
I showed him the door that slammed, showing him that it was separated from both the front office and the main warehouse, so no draft could have closed it.
I told him about the thuds, the screeching, and the sudden quiet that overcame the building. He decided that we should check the main warehouse. Emboldened by his presence, I led the way. Something you should know about this warehouse: It was formerly a furniture manufacturing place owned by a Mennonite farmer. They made handmade chairs, tables, etc. Because of all the cutting that went on, the floor is thickly coated with dust. We walked into the warehouse and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
The dust was untouched, the doors were closed, windows were locked. The only thing out of the ordinary was one of the hanging fluorescent light fixtures. It was hanging askew, and swaying slightly. He supported it while I climbed up and grabbed the swinging light. I looked on top of the light….
A single, fresh, inhumanly large hand-print. No footprints in the dust around the light, no signs of a presence. I climbed down and switched places with my father. Next time, just go back to work. And then, as if to show its presence, the thud returned. The entire building felt like it moved. The heartbeat-like thud was then overlaid by the screech. The awful, awful screech. It felt it like was coming from the walls themselves. We ran. My father hired someone to finish my job and has since moved into the office.
What actually happened? Nor do I ever care to know. What I do know is that there is something paranormal in that building and the man who sold it to us knew. My grandma lives in a very beautiful old house in New Jersey. Now, my dad is a former marine of 12 years. But he refuses to be in the house alone. I have never seen the ghost myself, but of course this gives me the creeps. He said he was startled by something and he realized he was actually INSIDE the ghost, as in he had walked straight through her.
The ghost seemed startled too, and ran away. My grandma was holding one of them, just a little baby, when the ghost appeared. She said that it was a woman, and it was holding a baby. He said he was absolutely positive something weird was going to happen, and he barely slept. She saw a face peering out of the window, even though nobody was home. It was that of a woman, just like what my grandma had seen.
This happened to a friend of mine — she told me about it a year or so ago. Minji is in her late 20s, and works as an English tutor in South Korea. One evening, a few years ago, she was tutoring a high school boy.
They were up studying pretty late, and the buses stopped running. Being a long way from his house, the boy asked if he could crash on her floor overnight and get the first bus the next morning. They went back to her one room apartment, and she got into the bed, while he laid a blanket out on the floor, and they both fell asleep.
A few hours later, at maybe 2am, the boy wakes Minji up. Minji opens her eyes and looks up at him in disbelief. Eventually, after several minutes of persuasion, the boy gets Minji to come with him to the restaurant. They leave the apartment and head out.
I woke up in the middle of the night, and looked under your bed. The boy only saw him because he was lying on her floor, so had a clear view under the bed.
We arrived around mid afternoon, and it was winter in a holiday town, so the area was completely empty — no other cars on the street. When we left for the party I spent a moment deciding whether to pull the gate all the way closed.
I decided to shut it for security. Party was great, we got back to the house around We went inside, and decided to make a snack. We tried to calm ourselves down, but we had no cell reception and there was no one else around. Over the next half hour or so, as we sat in the hallway paralysed with fear, we heard footsteps outside, and the back door being jimmied. We decided we had to leave, so we gathered everything up and got ready to make a break for the car. Just as we were at the front door ready to leave, there was a huge bang in the back yard, and suddenly what sounded like hundreds of birds started screaming.
As we reversed out the driveway we saw somebody running up the side of the house towards us. Music At Myrtles Plantation. When I was in eighth grade I went on a school trip that was called the Louisiana Tour. It was mostly going around to significant sights in south Louisiana.
One of the places we went was Myrtles Plantation, which is considered to be one of the most haunted places in the country. After I heard it a couple of times I started to look around for the source of the noise. So I asked my friends who were standing near me if they heard it, they said no. When I heard it again I said there is it again and that they must have heard it. They thought I was crazy. So I went back to looking around the room. She caught my eye and pointed at me and then at her ear with a questioning look.
I realized she was asking if I heard it too and I nodded. At this point the tour guide starts telling a story about a soldier who had died there and that he played the piano and multiple guests had reported hearing him playing in the night. I talked to the woman as we were all leaving the room and she had heard the exact same thing as me, but her husband and son had not heard it.
Something In The Dresser. When I was younger, I had an imaginary friend who lived in this massive antique dresser. It was something innocent like Peter or Patrick but I can still see him going white in the face. It got so bad that they had to move him out of his room before he managed to get back to normal. Margaret Tries To Adopt. When my son was about 3, he had an imaginary friend in his room who he used to talk to all the time. We thought it was pretty cute. Then he started not wanting to go to bed and having really bad dreams.
At some point we ended up asking a lot of questions about her. We had assumed she was a little girl, but apparently she was She lived in the wall and he stopped being friends with her because she wanted him to call her mummy her name was something like Margaret. She wanted him to come and live in the wall with her. We eventually moved house, and he stopped talking about her. Funny thing is, when I was pregnant with him living in the same house I used to have dreams about a lady sitting at a dining table in our bedroom, except it was obviously a different era, and the room was not a bedroom at the time.
The lady used to knit and make me listen to her giving me parenting advice, while her two 20ish year old sons sat at the table quietly.
Jim Reaches Out. They were really close, and one of the last things he wanted was to hold little me before he passed. His wish was filled, and some short time after that he was gone. Fast forward 7 years. But my brother broke the rules and answered. At this point my dad is out of the washroom and is asking my brother to hand him the phone. He ignores him and keeps listening to whoever is speaking. The look of shock my dad had is what I remember most about this.
Pen Pals. The newsletter went out across the country and apparently into Canada. There was this guy named Mitchell that called my family up out of the blue because he had read my cancer survival story.
He lived somewhere in Canada and claimed to be this big-time Christian and wanted to talk to me God and prayer. My mom let him talk to me for whatever reason and the guy actually just wanted to talk to me about ALF. For some reason, my parents let him talk to me whenever he would call because they bought into his God stuff and liked how he sent me ALF crap.
This went on and off for about a year until he asked me if I had ever heard of John Wayne Gacy. He told me who he was and that he had escaped him when Gacy tried kidnapping him when he was a kid. Of course my parents freaked when I told them that and they changed numbers and called the police. Also, keep in mind Mitchell somehow had our mailing address and knew exactly where we lived. We had plans on moving soon anyway though. Fast forward 10 years to about We live in a new house, a new state, everything unlisted.
What did we get in the mail? Yes, you guessed it, a fucking ALF coloring book. Johnny Says Goodbye. Hard to say what qualifies as creepy. It could maybe be seen as heartwarming.
My mom had three kids. Wholesome kid, great in school, active outside. When he was almost six, he was riding his bike and fell and hit his head on a rock. He got up and said he felt fine.
My mom found him the next morning in his bed when she tried to wake him up to get to kindergarten, one pupil dilated and the other not.
She got him air-lifted to the nearest hospital. Nick suddenly gets up from the table and goes to the door. But they lived close enough to call to one another to come out to talk at their respective street corners.
So Nick goes out to the street corner while his mother receives a call from mine that Johnny was just declared dead in the hospital idle brain aneurism that was triggered by the fall. I wish I could have met him. The Cat Lady. Weird one that happened to my sister a couple years ago.
Background info: The uncle is old and starting to lose it. He rents out a basement suite and a nice lady lives downstairs.
She cleans the house when she is there but he wanted my brother in law to come check on things and feed his old cat once in a while. My sister has cats and know they like to hide when they are dying so they are all worried and are looking everywhere for this cat.
In all rooms under the beds and everything. So my sister opens up the closet in the spare bedroom and is looking around stuff on the floor. Moves a couple of things and sees a set of feet on the ground in the closet, with clothes blocking anything above the feet. The feet have nicely painted toenails and look human, but she assumes it is a doll or something. They look in a few more places and all of the sudden the cat is in the middle of the living room just hanging out.
So they lock the deadbolt and leave. When they arrive my sister will only stay on the patio because she is scared, which makes him realize that this must be something serious. They go to get in the door, but the deadbolt is now unlocked and the handle is locked. Now he thinks there must be someone in there. At the door there is a fireplace so once he is in there he grabs the sharp poker stick from the fireplace tools and starts to sneak towards the closet.
He opens the closet and sees the same set of feet with painted toenails on the floor. He pokes it lightly with the fire stick and the toes scrunch up. Turns out she was friends with the basement tenant. When she became homeless the friend let her stay with her until she found out she was addicted to crack.
Started leaving drugs around the house and had shady people coming into the house so she kicked her out. Somehow she got a key to upstairs and had been staying there while the uncle was gone.
Police were called and she was arrested. A Ted Bundy Encounter. It was near Halloween time when my friends and I were telling ghost stories.
He apparently knew the place, since he had done a fair amount of rock climbing in the area. So the two drove up the mouth of the canyon, got out of their cars and started hiking under just the light of the stars, since it was a new moon. He ignores the feeling and presses on. Under the trees, it was too dark to see just what this soft thing was, and the feeling came back stronger than ever. Years later, after being married for some time, they were watching an interview with the serial killer, Ted Bundy.
In response to a question asking him to describe the time that he felt the closest to being caught, he explained about the night that he lured a girl into Provo Canyon, and had just killed her when he heard some people coming up the trail. He explained how he hid in the trees just in time, only to watch some guy walk right into the body, and for some reason, just turn around and walk away.
Before my family and I moved to another state, my father went and visited the area to check on the progress of our new house which was being built. My father was there for a few days and was staying at some crappy Motel 6 in a shady area of town.
His room was the last room at the end of the hallway on the top floor.
In the middle of the night on the last night he was in town he is woken by the phone ringing in his room. He groggily answers. We are calling to make sure you lock your door and are safe.
He decides to go double check that he locked the door. As he sits up in bed he notices that the door to his room is ajar.
Being spooked, he cautiously checks the room and finds that nothing is missing and no one else is in the room. He creeps to the door and peaks out. Sitting right outside his room on the window sill of the hallway window is his shaving kit. Creeped out of his mind, he quickly grabs it and locks the door. After the funeral, family and friends gathered at her house for a final celebration of her life.
The gathering went late into the evening. My son, 3 at the time, needed to go to bed at that point. I walked with him up the stairs to where he would sleep. It is now a ruin, covered in wild Atlantic ivy, visited occasionally by those interested in its paranormal history. It is said that a vampire is contained within it. In 5th Century Derry a chieftain known as Abhartach was notorious for his vindictiveness and cruelty towards his own tribe.
He had a strange deformed appearance and rumours abounded that he was an evil wizard. When he died his relieved people had him buried in a manner befitting a man of his rank. However, the day after his burial his corpse, seemingly alive, reappeared in his village, demanding a bowl of fresh human blood or else terrible retribution. His terrified former subjects turned to another local chieftain, Cathain, and asked that he kill Abhartach.
Finally, Cathain consulted a holy Christian hermit for guidance. He directed that Abhartach be killed using a wooden sword made of yew; he then had to be buried head downwards, weighted with a heavy stone. Finally, thorn bushes should be planted tightly in a circle around the burial site. On following these instructions Cathain at last confined Abhartach to his grave.
To this day, the locals there avoid the mound, especially after dark. It is said that in the seventeenth century Margaret Hodnett lived there. Mirrors were a status symbol with the wealthy at that time and Margaret was known for her love of these to remind her of her renowned beauty. She had an on-off relationship with a local lord called Clon Rockenby who asked for her hand in marriage many times but was refused. Eventually, Rockenby decided that the humiliation was enough and raised a small army and go to the castle to take her by force.
He thought the Hodnetts, used to a luxurious life, would not withstand a siege. However, they surprised him by holding out for a full year before surrendering. When he entered the castle Rockenby was shocked to see the state of Margaret, skeletal and starved, a shadow of her former self, her beauty gone.
Out of rage, Rockenby smashed her favourite mirror to pieces, as he did so one of the Hodnetts killed him with a sword.