Bone-Chilling Supernatural Encounters

There are some things in life that just can’t be explained. From unexplainable glitches in the matrix to real-life ghost stories, these supernatural encounters are downright bone-chilling. Buckle up, because it’s going to be one scary ride. By the end of it, you might just have to keep the lights on.


1. Out Of The Attic

I was at a friend’s house when I passed out on the couch. I woke up a bit later and realized it was time for me to go. I got up and noticed my buddy’s light on in his room, but the door was shut. I walked by the door and told him I was leaving, and he said, “YUP, SEE YA!” I went to the fridge to grab my drink, walked back by his room, and said, “Later, dude”.

He replied, “YUP” again. But something didn’t seem right. It didn’t sound quite like him, so I opened the door. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was no one there. In fact, there was no one in the house. I went outside, and his truck was gone. I freaked out. I called his cell, and he had left to go to McDonald’s 15 minutes prior. I bolted outside and waited for him to get home.

He told me the kid that used to live there years ago hung himself in the attic, and ever since he lived there, he has noticed strange things and voices. After that, just about anyone who would go over there had a weird experience. My buddy dealt with it for years. When it gets weird, he just yells out, “LEAVE ME ALONE,” and the weird vibes stop for a bit. But they always come back.

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2. Double Vision

When I was around seven years old, I woke up in the middle of the night because I thought I heard a loud noise in the house. I walked out of my room and glanced down the long hallway, where I could see the street light shining through the window onto the kitchen floor. I rubbed my eyes and I saw what appeared to be my younger brother standing just beyond the beam of light in the shadow.

I walked toward him to see what was going on, and as I got closer and closer, it became more and more clear that this small boy was not my brother at all. It was standing there super still, head tilted. But that wasn’t the worst part. He was just staring at me with these piercing dark eyes that I’ll never, ever forget. I ran straight into my parents’ room as fast as I could and slept in their bed that night.

I never brought it up to them and I did my best to try and forget it. I think I almost convinced myself that I made it up in my head. Fast forward several years later and I’m a senior in high school hanging with my then-girlfriend, my brother, and a few of his friends at our house. It was dark and stormy outside and our power had just gone out.

I decided to light a candle, put it in the middle of us, and we were all just lying there talking on the floor. Someone randomly suggested that we tell ghost stories and I immediately thought about my encounter 10 years prior. I said, “Guys, I’m going to tell you all something that I’ve never told a single soul—I saw something many years ago right here in this very house and I don’t care if you believe me or not. I 100% saw something paranormal right over there actually”.

I then pointed over to the kitchen. Before I could even start my story, my brother’s face went white. He goes, “Wait a second…are you serious? I glanced over at him, confused as to why he interrupted me. He then looked me in the eyes, his face distressed. “Did…did you happen to see a little boy?” My jaw dropped and I was at a complete loss for words.

Everyone around us immediately started freaking out too because they instantly grasped that we had both seen the same “thing”. I still get goosebumps thinking about it.

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3. I Couldn’t Tucking Believe It

Years ago, I fell asleep on my mother’s living room sofa. She was already in bed, but my brother was out somewhere. Some time in the middle of the night, I woke up to see someone standing over me and covering me with a blanket. It looked like a man wearing a bandana. I assumed it was my brother, but thought it was strange that he would be wearing that.

The next morning, I asked him about it, and he said he didn’t even come into the living room when he came home, and it wasn’t him who covered me up. My mother also denied doing it, and no one else was in the house that night. I didn’t find it creepy until a while later when one of my aunts stayed at my mom’s house. Incredibly, she reported the same thing had happened to her.

Apparently, a ghost in that house wanted to make sure people were tucked in when they fell asleep on the sofa.

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4. Little Boy Lost

So in high school, I worked kids’ birthday parties. The place was basically a giant gym, and gymnastics and dance classes were also held there. One day, I came in and one of the girls I worked with (who was very spiritual and very religious) was totally freaked out. I asked her what was wrong, but I wasn’t prepared for the answer. During the gymnastics class she taught that morning, one of the kids was staring up at the ceiling.

When she asked the kid what he was doing, he said “There’s a little boy up there” and pointed at the ceiling. Strange enough, but whatever. Kids are weird. Later, two girls who were working a birthday party before mine came out of the gym and looked visibly shaken. A pair of five-year-old twins went down a slide and then, wouldn’t you know it, stared at the ceiling.

They both said that there was a little boy “up there,” in the same spot on the ceiling where that kid from the morning gymnastics class had seen him. We all went in and inspected the ceiling at that point. Of course, it was just a regular, gray, warehouse-y ceiling. But we were all super freaked out. During my party, I was pushing a little boy on the giant swing we had in the gym. He, too, began to stare at the ceiling. He said DIRECTLY TO MY FACE, without me asking, “Hey, there’s a little boy up there!”

We told all of our co-workers and managers about the three separate experiences we had today with children from different parties and classes having seen a little boy on the ceiling. The next day, we had downtime between parties, and nobody was in the gym. There are cameras in the gym that allow parents to see their children playing from the lobby.

My manager called us out of the break room: “Guys, check this out”. We come out and see the screen (which is streaming from the gym) showing that giant swing going back and forth. Nobody’s in there. It’s just the swing going. I like to think that the ghost was truly a little boy who just wanted to play, and he finally got to go on the swing.

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5. What The Hay Is Going On?

My mother-in-law was a very funny and cool woman. She and my wife were close, and sadly, she passed when our son was about four months old. A few years later, I was bathing my son when he started looking over my shoulder, not at random stuff, but at something. A moment passed, and then he asked me a question that sent a chill through me.

He asked why Grandma calls Mommy a funny name. I took a long pause. I asked him what he meant, thinking he was talking about MY mom. He asked, “Why does Grandma call Mommy,” and then referenced my mother-in-law’s nickname for my wife. I was taken aback. My wife and I never used the nickname. It was just what her mom had called her since she was a baby.

I asked him where he had heard that. He replied, “The farmer told me”. I asked him who the farmer was, and he replied, “His friend”. I told my wife this story later, and she was reduced to tears over the whole nickname thing. We both know there was no way for him to know this, and we marveled at it. The following weekend, my son was playing in his room.

My wife was at work, and I was home. I heard him start talking like he was having a conversation. Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I went into his room and asked him what he was doing, and he said playing. I asked with who, and he said “the farmer”. At that point, I was already thinking about The Exorcist and “Captain Howdy”.

It was unsettling. I asked him where the farmer was. He said he left when I came in. I told my wife when she got home, and she was just as weirded out as I was. We had no idea what to do and figured if it happened again, we would do something. A few days later, in the middle of the night, we both overheard our son say, “Grandma says you and I can’t be friends anymore”.

My wife and I went to check on him. He was just sitting up in bed. I asked if he was OK, and he said, “Yeah. Grandma says I can’t play with the farmer anymore”. He never once mentioned the farmer again—not ever.

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6. Casting A Long Shadow

My younger kids are ages two and five. Their dad Bill passed last month after a year-long battle with brain cancer. The kids co-sleep with me in my bed. Ever since Bill passed, at random times during the night while the kids are asleep and I’m still awake, I’ll see a large shadow moving across the room out of the corner of my eye. I tend to dismiss that as my mind playing tricks on me.

But last night my two-year-old son woke up in the middle of the night. I heard him laughing and looked over at him and he was pointing up at the ceiling and then he waved. Then he smiled and whispered, “Dada!” and reached his arm upward. Then my son made a series of sounds that his daddy taught him to do. He never does those sounds on his own, and he only ever did them with his dad.

It was like their little game. Then I really did see a large shadow move slowly across the ceiling over to the window and then it was gone—and I was looking directly at it this time.

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7. A Sibling’s Spooky Story

When my son was about six months old, I dreamed that I was at my grandparents’ house with him. My grandfather held my son and cried while I talked to my grandmother. I told her that I wished she and my grandfather were still alive to see my son, and she said, “Don’t worry, we see him”. I didn’t think anything else of it until about five years later.

I was talking to my sister and mentioned that I’d had a dream about our grandparents. She said, “Was Papa Joe holding your son while he rocked in his chair, and did Grandma tell you they were watching you?” I said yes, and asked how she knew. She said, “I had the same dream when my son was six months old”. Still creeps me out to this day, but it also makes me happy.

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8. Scottish Tales

When I was in high school, a group of friends and I did an archeological dig of a Roman fort in South Shields, UK. I had never been out of the US, so we took the train up to Edinburgh for some sightseeing. We were really enjoying ourselves until the evening when we went out for drinks. As we were walking back to our hotel, a group of two women and one man approached us.

For whatever reason, I was overcome with anxiety. As they got closer, a small, dark feeling formed in my stomach. I saw that they were three of the most beautiful and arrogant-looking people I had ever seen. They had bright blue eyes, perfect hair, and perfectly fitted, all-black clothing. Everyone in my group noticed. They came up to us and inquired as to what we were doing.

We stood there awkwardly. Someone mentioned that we were heading to London the following day. One of the women looked at us and said that we must avoid the tube and buses and that it would be best to get out of the country ASAP. We were all extremely creeped out by that point but made it to our hotel. The following morning, we took an early flight back to London.

We took a cab to our hotel. That was the day of the London tube bombings. Six years later, I was visiting my girlfriend, who was getting her degree at the University of Edinburgh. We were at some pub, and I saw the woman and man who had talked to me half a decade before. Even though I looked completely different, she approached me and said that I was right to have taken her advice.

It was the single most spine-chilling event of my life, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.

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9. Touched By An Angel

One night, my grandmother was driving and she came upon an intersection. She had the right of way so she was going to just keep driving, but suddenly a bright white figure darted in front of her, causing her to slam on the brakes. She was shocked and took a moment to look around for whatever had appeared, but nothing was there. Seconds later, an 18-wheeler came barreling through the intersection.

If whatever figure did not dart in front of my grandmother’s car, that truck would have hit her dead on.

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10. A Mother Knows

My mom was epileptic and had a seizure in her sleep. It ended horrifically. She got wrapped up in her blankets and suffocated herself. The paramedics were able to get her breathing again and loaded her into an ambulance. I was tasked with calling family to tell them my mother was in the hospital. The first and most important phone call I had to make was to my grandmother, her mother.

Before I had a chance to grab the phone and call, the phone rang. It was my grandmother calling. This would have been about 5:30 in the morning but about 2:30 in the morning in her time zone. She wanted to tell us that she had seen my mother bathed in golden light and claimed they had talked. She told me that she was gone but headed to a better place now.

At that point, I didn’t know my mother was going to pass from the injuries her brain had sustained that night. My father was at the hospital with her, and he didn’t know she wasn’t going to make it, either. The doctors didn’t even yet know she was brain dead, but somehow my grandmother knew and contacted me. It was incredibly spooky.

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11. Young And Restless

The night my grandfather passed, I dreamt that a more youthful version of him came into my bedroom smiling and laughing in a kind and friendly way. I remember going up to him and asking about his hair. I’ve never seen him in pictures or in real life with a full head of hair, but there he was! I thought it odd, but I also thought it was my mind doing weird brain things thinking about him.

Fast forward to 10 months later, and I shared my dream with my family at Christmas. My sister looked stunned. She explained that she too was visited by him in a dream that very night, also in a younger body and a full head of hair. This experience changed my views of spirituality.

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12. The Music Of The Night

It was back when I was in middle school and I received violin lessons from one of my teacher’s old students. My teacher always told us to be careful and be respectful in the “practice” room, which was a soundproof room we had in the orchestra/band building, because that was the most haunted room. My teacher said you don’t want to anger anything or anyone in there.

While I was waiting for my violin teacher to come into the practice room, I set up a chair for me and a chair for my violin teacher and placed them side by side. I ended up practicing for a couple of minutes by myself in the room. And that’s when it happened. As I was playing music, the chair next to me looked like it was being grabbed by someone. It spun around and faced me.

The chair even slid back a bit as if someone had just sat on it. I freaked out and was screaming internally, but I decided to keep on playing because whatever it was, it wanted to watch me play. As I continued to play, my violin teacher walked in, saw my freaked-out face, and saw the chair facing me. He kind of just smiled at me and said, “Oh, so it happened to you too huh?” He just shrugged it off and grabbed a different chair and sat next to me. We proceeded with the lesson with that chair still facing me. Never been so freaked out in my entire life if I’m being honest.

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13. A Fruitful Dream

I had a dream one night that a former co-worker who I rarely interact with was pregnant. In the dream, I was back at my old office and they were explaining to me that I was going to fill in for her. I was very alarmed and like “Oh heck no, I left y’all last year and went to a new place”. She came up and was very pregnant and was like, “Oh come on, it’s just while I’m on leave”.

I told my husband about it because it was weird and we joked about how awful it would be for me to have gotten out of that workplace just to have to go back. Maybe a week later, though, I dreamed about a different friend who I also rarely speak with being pregnant as well. The next week, I run into my old co-worker somewhere and joke about the funny dream I had where she was pregnant. Her face changed completely.

Suddenly, she was like “Oh my god!” and tells me she is and that they haven’t told ANYONE yet, that she’s waiting. I laugh it off and later tell my husband about it. He jokes and is like, “Didn’t you dream that other friend was pregnant too? You should give her a call”. It’s even funnier because this friend is my age and like me has older children; we’re waaaay too old to be starting over.

I laugh it off again. The next day, as an afterthought, I’m bored and driving a long distance, so I call this older friend about the funny dream and my husband’s joke that I should call her. Turns out she IS ALSO PREGNANT and they haven’t told anyone because they’re having ultrasounds first due to her age and all. Completely crazy!

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14.  Little Oracle Annie

For a few months after college, I lived with my mom’s friend Annie. I was up late watching TV after everyone else was in bed, and Annie walked into the living room, half asleep. I said, “What’s going on, Annie?” and she said, “My grandmother just called”. No one had called.  She insisted, however, that she had just talked to her grandmother.

She said that her grandmother called to tell her goodbye, and now she wanted to call her family to check on her. I told her, “It was just a dream. Don’t bother your family in the middle of the night. Go back to bed and call them in the morning”. She went back to bed. I was just getting into bed about an hour later when the phone rang, “for real” this time.

It was her family calling to tell her that her grandmother had passed about an hour before. The next day, Annie didn’t remember any of it, and we never spoke of it. THEN about a decade later, Annie died unexpectedly. I went to her funeral, and her brother delivered a eulogy. In it, he told a story about when Annie was four years old and her great-grandmother had passed.

The entire family was gathered in the house, and someone noticed that little Annie had disappeared. After a brief search, they found her in a bedroom, rolling on the floor, laughing. They asked her, “What on earth are you laughing about, Annie?” Little Annie replied, “Great-grandma was tickling me. She came to tell me goodbye”. This girl, man.

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15. The Ouija Board Flipped Us Out

When I was 14, I stayed overnight at a friend’s house along with three others. We had all grown up together, except for one, who was a cousin of the kid who lived there. We had never met him before. His older sister, who was 16 at the time, was the babysitter while the parents were out for the evening. She decided to unearth an Ouija board from a cupboard.

So, we all gathered around and she started off with a kind of yes/no lie detector, directing questions to each of us in turn. We were giggling at first, but then things started to get strange. When the sister asked, “If anybody is here, please show yourself,” a framed picture fell off the wall. Naturally, we all freaked out. She calmed us down and insisted we go back to the board.

We started asking questions like, “Are you in the room?” The pointer said yes. “Are you a man?” The pointer said no. We asked its name and the pointer spelled out “S-A-R-A-H”. We said, “Tell us a secret”. The pointer spelled out, “FLIPACOIN,” so we did. As we watched it descend, it stopped spinning and serenely fell edge down to land on the table, perfectly balanced on its edge, as if someone had reached out and gently placed it there.

Breaking the silence, the pointer started moving again. What seemed like random letters turned out to be the initials, including middle names, of all of us there. Somehow, every person present had their initials correctly spelled out to them. The pointer paused and then spelled out three last words, “CHILDREN. STOP. NOW”. It took me many, many weeks to be able to sleep properly.

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16. Ghost Dog

I was staying over at my sister’s in-laws’ house. Their dog Baby had passed a week previously. Baby had a very distinctive walk across the kitchen floors. Her paws would drag and make scratching noises as she slowly would go to her bed in the other room. The night I stayed there, I was on the couch sleeping and woke up randomly in the middle of the night.

Everyone in the house is asleep and it’s dark. All of a sudden, I heard the sound of dragging paws scratching the kitchen floor and walking to the other side. I immediately got goosebumps. I threw the blanket over my head and tried to “nope this is not happening” myself back to sleep. It eventually worked, but I will never get that sound out of my head.

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17. Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

Back when I was nine years old, I lived in a house up on a mountain. This house was built on an ancient Native American burial ground so it was pretty haunted. My parents bred, raised, and sold English mastiffs. These dogs were big and strong enough to scare off and tree a bear. But past this one point of the house just beyond the laundry room, they wouldn’t dare go to after the sun went down.

One night the power went out at our house for some reason, even though all the other neighbors had the lights on. I remembered I had to pull my laundry out of the dryer for tomorrow so I went ahead and grabbed a flashlight and my laundry basket. I went to go into the laundry room and something felt off. I looked behind me and saw that all three of the dogs were at the doorway and were refusing to go any further when I called them.

Being young and not really caring, I went ahead without them. I then turned the corner to face the washer and dryer and shined the flashlight towards them. When I could see clearly, I wanted to drop everything and run. Between the appliances and me was a solid black mass hanging from the ceiling. At the point closest to the floor I saw nothing but a grin that was only a couple shades brighter than the rest of its form.

A little closer to the floor I saw two bright red eyes. Needless to say, my laundry remained there with the flashlight on the floor until the next morning. As we were moving out of that house eventually and were wrapping up the packing, we only had a few boxes, cleaning supplies, and the last rites crucifix still hanging in the entryway. One day, I was coming down the hall as my mom was walking underneath the cross.

She got halfway across the room and I saw the cross fly off the wall and hit her in the back of the head. Shocked, we hurried up and finished. I went back in for the last box and as I grabbed it, I saw the broom that was in the corner of the kitchen fly from the kitchen to the dining room. I grabbed the box and forgot the broom. I figured the entity and next tenants or the landlord can keep it.

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18. Seeing Double

My dad used to get up around 3 AM every morning for work. Starting at a very early age, I would wake up on my own and wander downstairs to see him before he left. One morning when I was about four years old, I made it to the bottom of the stairs and noticed that the front door was ajar. I opened it up and saw my father in his favorite work shirt making his way down the driveway to his truck in his typical work outfit, a plaid shirt and Dickies.

I swung the door open wide and yelled for him to come back for a hug before he left. I’ll never forget what happened next. He slowly turned around and just STARED at me and started walking back towards the house. He was looking so strangely at me that it started to scare me and I began crying and asking what was wrong.

Just as he had almost reached me, a pair of arms encircled me from behind in a bear hug. I turned my head to see my understandably freaked-out father staring at his doppelganger in the SAME outfit—and that’s not even the creepiest part. The double took one look at my dad and ran down the driveway. Meanwhile, my dad yanked me in the house and locked the door.

Weirdest morning EVER. Never did quite figure that one out. I would not trust my four-year-old memory of the event if it wasn’t also witnessed by my father. He won’t really talk about it these days but my mom has since told me that he called out of work and she spent the day reassuring him he wasn’t a nutcase.

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19. Piano Man

I did the sound work for a friend of mine who did all kinds of ghost things. I was going through the audio with him, and he heard something that sounded like a piano playing. I stuck it into the app GoldWave to clean it up. You could hear the piano fade in and out slowly, clear as day. But here’s the thing: There was no piano in the house, no power in the house, and no access to radio.

Not only that, but the closest neighbor was about a mile away. We also didn’t hear it during the time it was playing, so only the equipment picked it up. It gave me chills with zero explanation. There were several other unexplainable pictures and noises that we picked up, but NOTHING to that magnitude.

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20. Grandma Was Deerly Missed

My grandmother had a giant window in her family room that looked out into the backyard. It was a good-sized yard that backed up to fields and a wooded area. The deer would make daily trips to her yard to hit the provided salt-lick and take pears off the trees. My grandmother would sit in her chair and watch the deer. It would be uncommon to visit her and not see several deer walking through the yard.

My grandmother got very old and developed cancer that couldn’t be treated. She went from her chair to lying on the couch, still able to enjoy the deer outside. Eventually, the decision was made to move her to hospice. My father, uncle, and sister were there that day. It was a very emotional process to take someone from their home of 60 years for the last time.

As they were making a final trip through the house, they saw a magical sight. They went through the family room and saw 15-20 deer in the backyard. The deer were all sitting and all looking at the house. They usually just wandered around for a few minutes and moved on. But they were all sitting there and stayed that way while my family stared back. I like to think that they came to say goodbye to a longtime friend.

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21. Axis Of Evil

My family moved to a different state right as I started high school. Our new house was only a couple of years old, on a beautiful lot with a golf course nearby, and it was the biggest house we’d ever lived in. I had my own bedroom and bathroom. Needless to say, I was super excited to live there. Well, the first night in my new room, I was visited by the sleep paralysis demon.

It was horrifying, because I’d never had a sleep paralysis episode before living there, but after moving in, and throughout the entire time I lived there, I suffered from sleep paralysis episodes like, every single night I slept in that room. Just that room, though. If I fell asleep on the couch, I was fine. I also would see a particularly vicious shadow figure pretty much every time I turned off the lights in my room at night.

I wish I could adequately describe the terror of this thing; you could just feel how it absolutely hated you and wished you harm. Even when the lights were on, it was like it was always there, just hiding in the deepest shadows, just waiting for its chance to come out. So when there wasn’t any light, I could see the shadow figure clearly standing in the corner, or in front of the window, or in the doorway.

I had a mirror in my room and that was the most unnerving place to see it in. I always kept a light on in my room, and that kept most of the nastiness away. But my little brother wasn’t so lucky. Unlike me, who really only got spooked at night, my brother’s bedroom was legit haunted. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, or if the lights were on or off, it was always frightening to go into that room.

Even passing by the door was uncomfortable. Once you stepped inside, an unwelcoming chill enveloped you, and you felt like you were being watched by something evil. Like, honestly, truly, evil. Something so wretched and malicious that you just somehow knew it caught you, something terrible would happen. Like, if your soul had instincts, then they’d be screaming at you to run.

And that’s just how it felt to drop off laundry in the middle of the day to his room. It was so, so much worse at night. Unlike me, who had a measly shadow figure to contend with, my brother had something actually manifest at night. I’m not really sure how to describe this entity: terrifying, vicious, mean, evil. It both had a form, but also didn’t.

It was like an embodiment of hatred and ill intention. Everyone in my family had encounters with this entity. My parents saw it right after we moved in when they went into my brother’s room to set up his bed. I would often catch glances of it when I passed his bedroom, and the door was ajar. My sister saw it when she went inside to help with chores. It was suffocating to be in my brother’s room.

My brother spent only a couple of nights in his room before moving in with my youngest brother. He only kept some clothes in there, otherwise he never went inside. From then on, we just never went in my brother’s room, and I kept the lights on in my room. It was scary, but it was our house, so…We just dealt with it, I guess? We moved out a couple of years later, and whatever it was that was haunting my brother’s room luckily stayed in that room.

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22. Crossing Over

When I was about 12, my sister who is five years older than me was out with friends after work. We shared a bedroom. I was up late, doodling in a notebook in bed. I had an older, glass TV next to my bed that was turned off. At one point I looked up and saw, in the reflection of the TV screen, my sister walk out of our bedroom doorway and into the stairwell.

When I turned around to greet her, she wasn’t there. I get up and walk into the stairwell and all of the lights are still off downstairs and in the bathroom next to our bedroom. So I think to myself that she must have run downstairs really fast. I head down myself. That’s when a truly eerie feeling hit me. I find no one again. At this point, I’m getting a little spooked.

I wanted to prove myself wrong, though, so I went outside and my sister’s car was still gone. I SPRINT back inside and run back upstairs to my parents’ room. I wake my mom up to tell her I was pretty sure I had just seen a ghost. She was too tired to do much for it and so I went back in my bedroom, petrified. When I thought back on it, I realized the girl was in a long-sleeved dress that looked somewhat vintage and my sister was very much a tomboy in those days.

But she had blonde hair like my sister and was looking toward me while walking out of the room. I stayed awake with my light on until my actual sister got home and I felt safe to sleep. It still creeps me out a bit to think about it to this day. I don’t really believe much in an afterlife but I know I saw a young girl walking out of the door. I wasn’t really tired, and I hadn’t been watching anything earlier in the evening to scare me.

I can’t explain it though. Never saw her or anything like it again.

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23. Skeletons In The Closet

I’m the kind of guy who believes in what he sees/experiences. I don’t believe in the paranormal, but I can remember a few things that were unexplainable in my life. When I was young, around 2-3 years old, I was always sick and very quiet. My parents moved us from Alaska to Oregon so they could be closer to family to help raise me.

We moved around a few times, renting old houses. There was one house we lived in that was old and had an insane landlord. The place had a bad vibe. My parents could feel it, my grandparents could feel it, and I could too. I told my parents there were skeletons in my closet watching me. When my grandma was alone with me, I told her, “Man with gun”.

That was all I said. We were close to the city, so it would not have been anything normal to see such a thing around the house. I never said anything about monsters, skeletons, or ghosts before or after that house. The weirdest part was about a month before we moved out, someone broke into our house but didn’t take or touch anything. There was human excrement smeared in weird patterns around the house and walls. Needless to say, we moved to a different house after that.

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24. Advice From Beyond

I had bad pneumonia that was not responding well to antibiotics the doctors were giving me, so I was being transported to a bigger hospital. In the ambulance, I was choking, unable to breathe. The ambulance was jolting, I was short of breath, and the next thing I remembered was feeling a SEVERE jolt that sent me out of my body.

I had read stories by others in similar situations who reported seeing a tunnel and a light, but this was not what I experienced. It was just a jolt, a kick that threw me out of my body. I was looking at my body from the side and saw a medic trying to put a breathing mask on my face. At first, I thought that something had happened with my vision, and I panicked.

I saw everything in 2D, like on a movie screen, and nearly black and white. I was 14 years old and in a state of panic. I thought of my mother, and in an instant, I was looking at her. She was traveling together with my father and my uncle in a car, following the ambulance on the road to the city. I started talking to my mother, telling her that my eyes were not OK, and I couldn’t see well. She did not hear me.

They continued to talk, cursing and lambasting the incompetent doctors at the local hospital, discussing how those doctors tried to coax them to sign some papers after the ambulance left, how they refused to sign, and how they arranged for me to be admitted in the department led by an experienced and very competent doctor with a strange name. At that point, the gravity of the situation hit me.

I finally realized that something weird had happened, that I shouldn’t be in the car, and I panicked even more. I began to think of my friends at school and of the girl I liked, and as soon as the thought of someone was really “sharp enough” in my mind, I instantly saw them as if I was standing next to that person at that very moment. Then the panic hit me even harder.

I started jumping from place to place, from memory to memory, at an ever-increasing pace, and everything became a kaleidoscope of people and places. This jumping from place to place abruptly stopped when an old lady came. She was very old, with snow-white hair. She took me by the hand, insisted that I look at her, and repeated several times that I should calm my mind so that the random jumping from place to place stops.

Then she proceeded to explain that I was going to fall asleep, and when I wake up, I would be at the hospital. She told me that doctors would start giving me injections, that some of them would be painful, but I shall be brave like a man and endure the pain, and that my condition was going to improve. She told me after two months, doctors will propose surgery.

She then insisted—several times—that when I wake up, I MUST immediately tell my mother to refuse to sign the papers for the surgery and to refuse to let them do the surgery. She told me that if they did the surgery, I wouldn’t make it. She insisted again that I should explain this to my mother as soon as I woke up. She also told me that if I was a good boy and did as she told me to do, my uncle was going to bring me a lot of delicious chocolates to the hospital.

I woke up in the ER and told everything to my mother. When I saw her face, I knew. She was shocked by my detailed description of what they talked about in the car, which was completely accurate. I distinctly remember her eyes grew WIDE OPEN when I told her the strange name of the doctor. She listened to my frenetic demands from her to refuse to sign the papers for the surgery.

She did not understand what I was talking about since, at that moment, no one was talking about any surgery. My mother told me that everything was going to be ok, that there wasn’t not going to be any surgery, and generally tried to calm me down. I finally recovered. 45 days later, X-Rays showed one particular spot on my left lung that was refusing to heal.

Two months later, it was still there. Wouldn’t you know it, the doctors proposed surgery to remove this spot. My mother resisted them initially, but as time passed, there were so many doctors insisting that surgery must be done. My mother finally gave in to their pressure and signed the papers. However, this delayed the surgery for many weeks.

When they did a final X-Ray before the surgery to see how big the spot was, it was gone, and the planned surgery was canceled. My mother also told me how she watched, in disbelief, how my extremely stingy uncle was bringing me chocolate after chocolate in the hospital. That particular piece of my story was what convinced my mother to refuse to sign the surgery papers for so long, despite such intense pressure from the doctors.

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25. Stranger To Enemy

My own story is on the scarier side of paranormal things. I was about 10 years old and I had just moved into a new room in my house. I was super happy to have a bigger room, but I had always avoided sleeping in it when it was a playroom for some reason. On the first night, I found out why. As I lay in bed that first night, unable to fall asleep, I began to see some sort of figure standing in the corner of the room right near the light switch.

It was a very vaguely humanoid shape, but that’s all I could make out. I stared at it all night until I was finally exhausted enough to fall asleep. Over time I kept seeing the figure, always standing in the same spot, unmoving. As time would go on, the figure became more defined. After about three years of seeing this figure almost nightly in my room, I was able to see it clearly.

She had a feminine figure, but was very tall. She had shoulder-length hair that was straight and fell over her face. She had abnormally long arms that reached down to her knees. Her fingers were long and sharp, almost as if they were blades, and they reached down to the floor. She had no color to her, just a mass of pure darkness. Most nights she would be staring into the corner.

These nights I felt fine, and I felt no bad emotions coming from her at all. Some nights she would be looking at me, but I could not see her eyes. These nights I would feel uneasy and struggle to sleep, but nothing really scary ever happened. When I was about 16, things got truly terrifying. One night when she was facing me, I caught a glimpse of her eyes.

I froze up completely. Her eyes were piercing and pure blood red. What I felt that night was pure hatred and malice towards me. This was the first time since she started appearing where I couldn’t sleep, at least until I passed out from exhaustion. She didn’t move at all, thankfully. After that night, things changed. The shelf in her corner would always have things moved around.

Sometimes she would wake me by throwing things from that shelf on the ground. Eventually she even tried throwing things directly at me, but she never left her corner. One night when I was 17, I saw her move for the first time. It was one of the bad nights where she would throw things at me. I woke up to a book hitting the wall dangerously close to me.

I immediately looked to where she would stand and I saw her slowly but surely lifting her spindly arm to point at me with her blade-like fingers. The emotions I felt in that moment were all over the place. Fear, anger, sadness, malice, and all sorts of negativity. They overwhelmed me to the point of passing out. When I woke up after that it was still dark, and the negativity was just as intense. Then I noticed the bone-chilling truth.

I noticed she had moved from the corner entirely. She was standing above me at the side of my bed. I tried everything from screaming to running away to punching at her, but I could not move. All I could manage to do was cry. I don’t remember how I got out of that situation. The next week, I slept on the couch in the living room. I tried to go back to sleep in my room after a week, and she was still there.

She never got that intense again after that night. Eventually I went away to college, but when I came back home for breaks she was no longer there. I have not seen her since I turned 18.

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26. Girl Meets Ghosts

My wife and I swear that our daughter used to talk to ghosts when she was a toddler. She was an only child at the time. The first instance I remember, she was telling me that she was talking to “Nana”. That’s what I called my grandmother, who passed about 15 years before my daughter was born. My daughter was young and so I hadn’t even talked about Nana to her yet.

I showed her a picture and asked if she had spoken to anyone in it. There were four women (three of whom I didn’t even know), but without hesitation she pointed to my Nana. Ok, no biggie. Some months later, my wife and I are trying for baby #2. After my wife gets pregnant, my daughter is sitting next to her on the couch and puts her head on her belly and says, “Mommy, there’s a baby in there”.

Ok, maybe that’s a coincidence. She overheard us saying something. A few weeks later, my wife miscarries. Maybe my daughter picked up on our sadness, who knows, but she again puts her head on her stomach and says, “Mommy, there’s no baby in there anymore”. Then, several months and one more (very early) miscarriage later, my daughter tells us yet another spooky thing.

“I was talking to my brother last night and he said that my sister is coming to live with me soon”. Again, she’s an only child and had no (living?) brother. We were still trying at this point, but had not taken any tests. We picked one up that night and sure enough, pregnant. When the time came to reveal the gender, I wasn’t even interested. My daughter had already said it was a girl. Sure enough, I have two daughters.

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27. Pennies From Heaven

Every now and then, pennies are being thrown on the same spot in my living room. I’ve always been alone in the room when they’re thrown. I’ll be watching TV and hear them scatter on the ground, turn my gaze to see them spinning and rolling in the spot they fell. I have no pets. There are no tables, holes in ceilings, or pennies around where this happens. I can’t explain it. They somehow materialize. I’ve been saving them ever since it started.

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28. Blowing In The Wind

I lived in some really unsettling places, but there was one event that stuck with me the most. I woke up and, as usual, I walked to the mirror to brush my teeth and fix my hair. I was in a relatively small place with a balcony and sink in the same room without any windows that could open. I looked in the mirror and saw one of my plants moving. There was no wind blowing against it.

I turned around and walked over to the plant to check if the balcony door was closed. It was. While walking back to the mirror, my eye fell on one of the pens lying on my desk. When I arrived at the mirror, I noticed all these pen markings on my face. My heart stopped. I cleaned up and fled the room. When I came back, the door to the balcony was open. Needless to say, I didn’t enjoy being there for quite some while after.

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29. A Guardian At The Gate

Once when I was in university, I went to go see my therapist whom I had been seeing twice a week for about five months. On this day, he was uncharacteristically quiet and I asked him if he was all right. He said he was fine, and we continued through what would be one of our most breakthrough sessions. A lot of repressed memories came up through it that have helped me to heal.

At the end of the session, I asked him why he was acting differently today than other days. His reply shook me. He said when I walked in, I was accompanied by a warrior-like person. He said he had the overwhelming feeling to perform as best as he professionally could that day, and that he got the sense this “warrior” had fought a lot of battles to protect me.

This would seem coincidental, except for 10 years later I was living on the other side of the world. I had a Puerto Rican neighbor I would see occasionally and I eventually got pretty close with him and his family. One day as I was walking by, he kind of gets quiet and weird and then says in broken English, “So you know there is a soldier who follows you around?”

I knew instantly who he was talking about. In both instances, the warrior was described the same. Just over six feet, blonde curly hair, wearing primitive warrior clothing, and strangely “a white guy”. Neither of these people could have known that my closest brother who passed was over six feet tall with blond curly hair, and always was my protector.

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30. I’m A Believer

My girlfriend’s grandfather’s ashes were on a little shelf in the living room, right next to a very solid and heavy angel statue. Well, one weekend she and I are fooling around on the living room couch and out of the corner of my eye, I see the angel statue fly off the wall, accompanied by a deep grunt. Now when I say this thing FLEW off the wall, I’m talking 7-8 feet of air before landing on the hardwood and leaving a dent where the wing hit.

Even if this thing had just fallen off the wall, it would’ve dropped straight down, not soared with force. We were both stood there in shock, and I asked in a whisper if she had heard the grunt as well. She said she had, so we both booked it for the day. That night at dinner, we told her parents what happened (leaving out the naughty bit). Suddenly, her younger sister burst into tears.

She said she had seen a dark figure at the foot of her bed the last couple of nights but didn’t want anyone to think she was crazy. The grandfather who passed had mental health issues that caused a lot of pain. Welp, after that day I was a believer.

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31. Powers Unite!

When I was four or five years old, I had a room full of toys. One day, my mom said we had to go out, so, as usual, I went looking for my favorite toy, a blue Power Ranger. I looked and looked for it in my toys room but couldn’t find it. After a few minutes, I said out loud, “Whoever took my toy, give it back,” and my Power Ranger fell from the ceiling, right in front of me. It still creeps me out when I think about it.

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32. Frozen In Fear

It was my second year at university, and I was living in a creepy townhouse. It overlooked a giant ravine filled with trees. One night, I was watching television in our living room. The TV was set up in front of the living room windows. I was cooking pasta, and it fogged up our windows completely, as it was -20C (-4F) outside. As I was coming back from the kitchen, I sat down and continued watching television.

Halfway through my pasta, my eyes looked at the windows. There was a fresh handprint that had been streaked across the window from INSIDE of the house with moisture dripping down. I walked closer since I was skeptical. My fears were realized. Someone or something had just put its hand across the window. I ran out of there in my shorts and T-shirt in the freezing cold to my friend’s house.

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33. Can’t Let Go

My grandmother came to me in a dream to tell me she was gone. I was in China at the time. When I called home, though, my family and girlfriend lied about it. The next night, I had the same dream and called home to check-in, but they lied again. I finally got my girlfriend to admit it. Then it turned truly strange. The dream stopped after that, and when I got home, I was told that the last thing my grandmother said was to ask for me by name.

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34. Get Out Of My House

We started hearing knocks as if someone was at the door. This was followed by a loud banging in the basement every night. I decided to record through the night to see what was going on, and this snowflake ornament started spinning long after we all had gone to bed. There was no draft as the other ornaments didn’t move. When I played it back, I heard a man’s voice repeatedly calling me names. I still live there.

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35. Testing, Testing

My parents split up when I was a kid and I went to my father’s new home when I was something like 15 (I’m 30 now). This house had quite a story, and my father as well. He was a kind of healer. To be honest, I grew up with a lot of doubts about his “gift,” but he actually helped a lot of people so I went along with it. He claimed several times that he had the capacity to sense the souls around him.

He would also talk about his “guides”. He was a believer, a lot more than me. Anyway, he bought a house that was almost in ruins. He bought it from a friend who was an eccentric potter. Like, this guy had made an entire wall on this house with clay pots mounted on it. I heard he was bullied in his village and he eventually took his own life in this very house.

His spouse didn’t want to sell the house to the other potters in the village where they’d come from because she held them responsible for his death, so that’s why she sold it to my father. When I walked into the house for the first time, it just kind of felt like an old country house. Not anything special. The stone floor was cold, there was a big wood stove, and my father made a mezzanine in front of his bedroom.

It was a house for one person, with a living room blending into the kitchen, a bathroom on the east, his consultation room (for his healing sessions) on the west, and just the bedroom upstairs with the mezzanine I would sleep in. We spent a few hours in the living room first. While there, at some point I realized I had been seeing something by the window.

Like, I literally thought my dad had a visitor. It was just in the corner of my eye but I was sure of it. So when I went to look at what was really going on, my father said, “Oh, so you saw him too?” He told me about several other experiences. Things falling, voices, or generally the feeling that he wasn’t alone. So, a few weeks later I went and slept on his mezzanine.

Actually, I couldn’t sleep at all because my father snores like a bear and I could hear him, so it was like 2 am and I was wide awake. Then I heard something downstairs. The next moments are etched in my memory forever. The front door opened, even though I knew it was locked. At first, I felt scared, but mostly because I thought someone was breaking in.

But what I heard after scared me a LOT more. I heard steps. I could tell someone was walking downstairs, dragging his feet. So at some point, I had to verify. I slowly walked to the stairs, just sticking out my head to see if there was anyone. And then I saw a foot coming out of the shadow. A pale, bare foot, just in front of the first step. I was completely petrified.

I don’t know how long I saw it for, but at some point it turned back and I quickly went back to bed. I heard the steps again. A few hours later, I managed to have to courage to dress and go downstairs. The door was closed, the wood stove was off, and the living room was extremely cold. And just when I went to verify if the door was locked (it was), I heard new steps, so I ran again upstairs.

The next morning I told my father about it, and this guy just laughed. He just said “Yeah he visits sometimes. He’s probably just testing you”. My father thinks I also have gifts just like him, but I honestly don’t believe much in it. However, I know I was completely up and sober when I experienced it that night, so it made me think a lot about it and the paranormal.

My father still lives in the house, but apparently, he doesn’t have too many paranormal activities like that anymore. He says that the previous owner probably got bored.

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36. A Series Of Unsettling Events

There was a series of occurrences at my parents’ house a couple of years ago when I was home for Christmas break, and then it stopped. First, I was drying my hair upstairs in the bathroom. When I finished, I shut off the dryer. There’s no way I could have accidentally left it on because the sound is not subtle. The only other person in the house was my mom, who was downstairs waiting for me to finish getting ready.

I went downstairs, and we heard a weird sound coming from upstairs. It was the hairdryer. This happened again later in the same week. Then, I was given an iHome for Christmas. Two nights after I got it, I still hadn’t opened it up from its packaging. Suddenly, at around 3 AM, there was static blaring throughout the house. We didn’t know where it was coming from.

Then, I realized it was the iHome. It hadn’t gone off the previous night and wasn’t even plugged in or anything. The final incident was my jewelry box. It was one of those that wind up and play music. I hadn’t opened it in some time, which was evident from the dust outline of a candle I had on top of it. I was sleeping, and the box started blaring music in the middle of the night.

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37. I Can See The Light

My friend and I were walking home from another friend’s house who lived on a country road a few kilometers away. As we walked, we both noticed an orange light in a field a few hundred meters to our left. We both glanced at it but ignored it, putting it off as a tractor or farm vehicle of some sort. We kept walking when we both got a strong whiff of ozone.

We turned and looked at the field. We were just in time to see an image that will haunt me forever. An orange ball of light a few meters round rose and then rocketed into the air without any sound. We both stood still for a few seconds, then bolted down the road, sprinting until we both nearly collapsed. We ran most of the way back to his place and told his parents what we’d seen.

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38. A Message From Beyond

My great-grandma passed in 1992. My auntie got the phone call that night. The next morning, my then-three-year-old cousin came out of her room and sleepily mentioned, “Mama, Gramma Rose visited me last night. She said to tell you that her hip doesn’t hurt anymore”.

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39. Come Play With Me

My biological dad lives in a creepy old farmhouse that he renovated. Late one night, I was helping him build out the office. He went to the bathroom, and I kept plunking away. I was on the floor and set my hammer down. I felt something—a presence—and looked to where I thought someone would be. Nothing. I reach back down for my hammer…and it’s out of arms reach.

It’s maybe five feet further than where I had set it down. I hadn’t moved, at all. My dad comes back after he’s finished and I tell him what had just happened. His reply sent a huge chill down my spine. He laughed and said, “The little girl must be playing with you”. Um, little girl, what? He then tells me that every now and then, he hears a little girl laughing, and has even seen her.

She’s always wearing the same pair of overalls and she just kind of wanders around upstairs. I’m not one to believe in paranormal experiences, but I have no explanation other than a little girl ghost just wanted to play.

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40.  A Kiss From A Rose

My parents used to talk about the afterlife a lot. They once even talked about, “If I pass first, I will send you a sign so you know I’m okay”. They even agreed on the sign and specified that said sign would have to occur at the same time every day to confirm and rule out randomness. My dad’s sign to my mom was to be a single red rose.

Years later, my dad passed. After the wake, my mom was sitting on a bench outside, and a strong wind blew up, and a rose rolled across the lot and stopped at her feet. It was 4:30 PM. The next day, after the funeral, we were carrying the flower arrangements into my uncle’s house and found a red rose in the driveway. None of the arrangements had roses. It was again 4:30 PM.

The next day, my mom went to the bank to make a deposit, and the cashier’s name was Rose. She stamped the deposit slip, and it was 4:30 PM. Nothing happened for a few more days, but that next weekend, we went to a dance event, and some close friends of ours performed a tribute dance to my father. They presented my mother with a bouquet of assorted flowers but with one single red rose.

They did not know the story. The video was time-stamped again at 4:30 PM. Years later, my mother would still get the same random reminders, such as a license plate on a car with the reference “rose” or a photo she has of a rose will fall off the wall—all usually occurring at 4:30 PM.

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41. Shared Delusion, Or Just Reality?

I use to work in a bar that temporarily held people awaiting court hearings and sentencing. Everyone had stories about the residential ghost, who we called Sebastian. The first time I saw Sebastian, I looked down the stairs while I was opening and saw some legs in black pants and smart shoes. When I went downstairs to ask how he got in, he ran down the hallway and vanished.

A few other staff members mentioned seeing a man in a black suit who would be in the bar after hours while you’d be cleaning, but when you’d approach or speak to him, he’d turn a corner and disappear. Sometimes after closing, you’d hear someone ringing the bells on staff members’ bikes downstairs, or you’d hear a crash and the bikes would be moved to a different place.

Other times, you’d see a man in black duck into the office, and by the time you’d enter he’d be gone. The clincher that convinced us all was the day the new chefs came. They didn’t speak much English and would leave once dinner service was over, so they never engaged in the Sebastian stories. One day, one of them asked about a man in black who kept leaning on the ordering window while they were cleaning.

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42. Shutting Him Out

I was once visiting a friend in Chicago. She told me under no uncertain terms that the ghost of a woman who lived there wasn’t really fond of men staying there. I was told that I needed to make sure I closed any door behind me, lest “she” slam the door behind me. Sure as heck, first night I’m there, I get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

I didn’t close the bedroom door when I came back from the bathroom. Door slammed so hard it knocked a piece of art off the darn wall.

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43. Sad Grandma

My mom passed when I was a pretty young adult. The way I found out was unimaginable. I couldn’t get her to answer her phone so I went to her house to check on her and found her body. Now, my mom’s sister and I have always been very close. When she came in town for the funeral, we decided to spend the night at my mother’s for a few nights to feel closer to her and be amongst her things.

We were sitting in the living room with her cat. When I found her, her cat was curled around her head. She loved that cat. We were talking about her life and it got a little bit deep. We were both crying and hoping she was at peace. Suddenly the cat, who was sitting between us, jumped up and started hissing at the fireplace. But that was just the beginning.

Then the flue to the fireplace slammed shut really loudly. We then heard footsteps above us in her bedroom where she passed. It was scary and not comforting for us or the cat. My mom had taken her own life and had been really despondent after my dad passed. She was also the kind of person who never wanted anyone to feel sorry for her. Honestly, I think we got too personal about her life between us and made her angry.

I had several other uncomfortable moments in her house while cleaning it out. My then eight-year-old son and I were packing boxes and her bedroom door slammed shut. It was a nice day, no windows or doors open. My son looked at me and asked, “Why is granny so sad?”

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44. To Greener Pastures

When my dad became somewhat of a believer, he was in his 50s. My grandmother was in hospice and we received the news she had passed. My dad and I were on the back porch hanging out talking about everything. He seemed off, though. Yes I know his mother had just passed, but this was different. Like I said: He seemed…off. I asked him about it and he said he had the strangest dream the night my grandmother went.

He was in the room with her where she lived in Michigan, and my grandmother stood up, hugged and kissed him, and told him everything would be ok. She proceeded to somehow walk out of some new door in the room that led to a green pasture with other relatives who had passed. He could only recognize his grandparents in the crowd. The others he didn’t know, but something in his gut said they were other relatives my grandmother knew.

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45. It Was Written In The Stars

One night, I was stargazing. I was looking at Orion and noticed a very bright “star” about 20 degrees up, due south. I thought it was Sirius, except that night, Sirius was more southwest and about 40 degrees up in the sky. So I was wondering what it was.  It wasn’t moving, so it wasn’t the space station. It was WAY too late to be Venus, Jupiter was high in the sky, and Saturn was not in view.

Then I heard a noise and noticed a pure white coyote/wolf walking along the water’s edge. It was odd to see a coyote in the city, but not beyond expectations. Since I was only about 20 feet from it, I decided that it was better if this animal knew I was there, so I made a bit of noise. Its response was chilling. It didn’t react at all. The thing didn’t even look at me.

It continued along, and I noticed the “star” I had been watching go bright suddenly fade to black. There were no clouds in the sky. Perplexed, I turned my attention to the wolf, but it was gone. The time was 12:30 AM. The next morning I was awakened by a phone call. It was my best friend’s dad. He was crying. My best friend, who lived in Norway, had passed from a heart condition in his sleep at 6:30 AM Oslo time. A

fter I hung up, I realized that he had passed at 12:30 AM my time—the exact time I had seen my star/wolf weirdness.

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46. Help!

The area where I lived was once open prairie, and we had found Native American artifacts lying around the area. As time went on, strange things began to happen. The more I noticed them, the more frequent they would become. Footsteps began to be a very common sound in my house, especially at night. So, after some time, I came to the realization that my house was haunted.

One day my good friend and I were out in the sun and decided to retreat to my mom’s house while she was away. We walked inside and headed straight for the basement, which was cooler.  While walking down the stairs, I noticed that The Beatles’ “Yellow Submarine” poster was tilted slightly to the left. I figured I must have bumped it. I fixed it, and we walked into the main room, where we had posters hanging everywhere.

All 10–15 pictures on the walls were each tilted slightly to the left, just as The Beatles one had been. Then, we noticed the storage room had its door cracked open. I walked over and saw a golden glow emanating out from it. There was a pull light located about 10 feet from the door that was turned on. So I turned it off. I called my mom and asked her about it.

She said she had no idea what I was talking about and hadn’t been in the basement for weeks before she left on her trip. I looked back into the storage room, which had a dirt floor, and there was a footprint. It was the most distorted and mangled footprint imaginable. My friend and I looked at one another, slammed the storage space door shut, locked it, and bolted out of the house as fast as we could.

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47. No Clean Answer

When I was seven, my great-grandpa passed from natural causes. Now keep in mind, I was a total slob as a child, never cleaning up after myself. I wake up one day in a half-asleep daze a few weeks after the funeral. What I witnessed made me scream. I see my great-grandpa putting away all my clean clothes that were on the floor the night before. He’s there clear as day.

He says to me, “Hey sweetie, go back to bed, I’m just cleaning”. I wake up a second time a few hours later, walk over to where he was standing, and see all my clothes that were on the floor neatly put away in my dresser. I asked my mom if she put away my clothes. She said no and her jaw dropped after I told her what I saw.

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48. Just Letting You Know I’m There

My dad passed when I was 19 and his ashes were separated between me, my sister, and my brother. Maybe a week into having his ashes, the lights in my apartment start to flicker non-stop. We tried changing the bulbs, calling maintenance to fix it, etc., but nothing worked. I texted my sister and asked her if she had anything weird happen since receiving his ashes.

She had the same problem with her lights that she’d never experienced in her house. In any case, the flickering light was annoying me to no end. I said out loud, “If you’re here Dad, could you please give me any other sign that doesn’t involve messing with my stuff?” I got a knock on my bedroom door at 2 am. I was home alone, and the security footage showed no sign of a break-in.

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49. We Got Our Lines Crossed

When I was walking to work, I was talking on the phone to my friend using headphones. Suddenly, there was a clattering sound on the other end, like she had dropped her phone. I was expecting her to apologize for dropping the phone. But instead, I began living in a nightmare. First, there was this really deep guttural laugh.

Then howls and squeals and what sounded like a car crashing, tires squealing, then a man yelling, “Burn, burn, burn!” I freaked out and hung up. I called her back, and she was angry at me for not responding to her for about a minute. She could hear me, but I was hearing that awful sound.

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50. When The Band Began To Play

My dad passed unexpectedly at about 1:30 AM. We left the hospital, went home, slept, and got up the next morning to make funeral arrangements. His co-workers brought his things from his office, including a digital picture frame, but they had forgotten the cord. My mom wanted it at the service, so I went to Best Buy to find one.

I went to checkout, and they asked if I wanted to use my rewards card. I said sure. When they scanned the card, the cashier asked if I was my dad because his name was on the account. Being a girl, I clearly didn’t have a dude’s name. I IMMEDIATELY burst into tears at the sound of my father’s name. The overhead music system was playing some terrible song, and when I started crying, the song stopped.

There was silence. Then it started playing a song by my favorite band, not from the beginning, but in the middle of the chorus. The week before my father passed, I had just introduced him to that same band. He had loved them and wanted more, but he got sick, and we never had a chance. It was the only thing that made me stop crying so I could get out of there. I felt like he reached out and comforted me.

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51. Blame It On The Weatherman

My Uncle Bill passed when I was four. He and I were incredibly close. He was my favorite and I was his. I lived in Colorado but we went down to Alabama for his funeral. I’m 31 now so I don’t remember him actually “visiting” me, but I do remember telling my mom, “Mom, Uncle Bill says it’s going to snow!” My mom calmly reminded me that Uncle Bill was gone, and we were in Alabama in 1995. It doesn’t snow here.

Uncle Bill and I got the last laugh when we all woke up the next day and it was snowing in Alabama! Very lightly, but it was there.

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52. A Dark Premonition

When I was a kid, must have been like 10-12 or something, I had this guy in my neighborhood who was four years older than me. We used to play together, and he would tell us these stories about how he used to see fire in certain areas of his house. Apparently, the visuals stopped when his grandfather got some holy rituals done in the house. But back then I never believed him.

A few years later, we are all grown up and adults. And this guy’s mom accidentally caught fire in the kitchen. His elder brother tried to save her and got his hands burned in the process. No one knows how it happened. After being in hospital for days, she succumbed to her injuries. Later that year, a bunch of our friends were just having a late-night walk and talking about ghost stories.

We were just joking around trying to scare each other. This guy was all quiet and listening. And all of a sudden he says, “Do you remember I told you I used to see fire in my house?” He was horrified.

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53. I Got Targeted By A Bunch Of Elmos

I used to work a warehouse job at a Target. My store was a stone’s throw from a couple of cemeteries, so superstitions were a big part of the culture there. The main warehouse was a series of narrow aisles with motion-activated lights, so if no one was working, most of them were dark. It was an after-school job, so I worked alone between 4 PM and 8 PM when the night crew showed up.

One night it was business as usual when out the corner of my eye, I saw the lights come on in the toy aisle. I went to investigate, and sitting on the ground was a Tickle-Me Elmo doll. I picked it up by the cardboard backing, and without touching the doll, it said, “Elmo wants to play! Do you want to play with me?” Suddenly, all the other Elmo dolls on the shelves in their cartons started laughing simultaneously. I calmly put it down and bolted for the door.

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54. Some Extra Inhabitants

My house was built in 1889. It’s inevitable that someone would have passed there. There were two that we knew of—one was a child that had an illness in 1944, the other was an older gentleman who passed of undetermined causes in 1979. The boy passed in my bedroom, the older man in the area that was once the enclosed front porch and was now my daughter’s room. And everything was most certainly not ok.

Both their spirits inhabited the house. The little boy was mean. One day when my roommate was about three-quarters of the way down the stairs, a dresser that was sitting about a foot back from the top of the stairs came flying down the steps, almost hitting him. The old man hung around in our entryway. He would cover my daughter up when she was cold, and she claimed to have talked to him, but I have never actually seen him myself.

When we moved in, there was a satchel full of dried red peppers hanging in the entryway. I took it down and threw it away—it was put back up. This went on for literally months before I asked him to please stop putting them back up because they had a potpourri smell to them, and it was making my roommate really sick. He let me throw them away for good after that.

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55. Knocking On Heaven’s Door

My friend Tyler’s dad was an alcoholic. They were extremely poor, and then his dad got diagnosed with tuberculosis. He was hospitalized and things were bad. In the apartment below Tyler’s, there was a family who had this mentally-challenged man, in his late 40s or early 50s. He’s not married and he rarely steps out of the house.

So one morning around 5:00 am, while Tyler’s father was hospitalized, this old man knocked on his door. Tyler opened the door and the man said, “Why aren’t you ready yet? Go get ready and visit your dad for the last time”. That was the day his father passed in the hospital.

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56. Up, Up, And Away

When I was 17, I was at my friend’s apartment building, which his parents owned. It was a pretty old building in the Pilsen neighborhood of Chicago. It also had a dark secret. According to my friend’s dad, the building used to be owned by Al Capone. In any case, my friend and I had an apartment on the top floor that they let us use to just hang out. This also allowed us easy access to the attic, so we could go out to the roof.

One night, we were about to go up, but I had to pee, so I told him I’d meet him up there. After I was done, I went up the stairs to the attic portion that was connected to the roof. There were no lights, so we always used our phones to guide us. We had those old flip phones without lights, so you only had the light from the screen to help navigate the cluttered mess that was up there.

As I made my way to the roof door, I saw a shadow pass by me. Now this wasn’t like the shadow of something moving with the light of my phone. It was much creepier than that. This shadow felt solid, like a person. I followed the direction it went, thinking it was my friend. I kept saying that I knew it was him and to stop playing around. It passed me a few more times, before heading to the other side of the attic.

That’s when I heard my friend’s voice from downstairs. Apparently, he’d gotten a call from his girlfriend and was in another room talking to her the whole time. It really freaked me out, since I know I was following something. I basically jumped down the stairs. I told my friend what happened and that I did not want to go back up there. He agreed, so we decided to go for a walk instead.

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57. We Thought We Were Going Crazy

When I was a student, the campus was located in what had been an old insane asylum. I was the student/professor team leader, and we usually had our meetings after hours. One time, we were sitting in what used to be the old employee cafeteria.  A little while into the meeting, suddenly, all of us—8 people in total—turned simultaneously.

Everyone heard what seemed like a woman’s scream coming from an open window towards the old women’s wing. We all knew we were the only ones on the campus at the time. It was creepy.

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58. Ghost Tours

A few years back, my wife and I were taking a tour of the Waverly Hills Sanitorium in Louisville, Kentucky. As we started into the building, my wife kept swatting at the back of her head, saying, “Stop it,” and giving me dirty looks. This happened twice in a row, but I ignored it, trying to listen to the tour guide tell us about the history of the place, the paranormal happenings, etc.

A few seconds later, the guide said, “By the way, girls, if you have long hair, don’t be surprised if it gets tugged on. That seems to happen a lot, especially in the area that we’re in”. My wife turned to me pale as a sheet and said, “That really wasn’t you pulling on my ponytail, was it?”

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59. Constant Companion

My Chow-Chow passed in December 1999; she was almost 14 years old. One evening in the late spring of 2000, I got an unusual urge to go out onto the front porch. The porch and front of the house were brightly lit by a streetlight across the street. While standing outside, I hear a chuff-chuff-chuff noise coming from the left and getting closer. This sounded exactly like the sounds my Chow-Chow would make when doing a fast walk.

The chuff-chuff-chuff continued approaching from the left. By now, I am looking up and down the street, in the yard, over the railings, trying to ascertain where the noise was coming from; there was no one on the street, no one in my yard, no one else outside. I looked and looked but could find no source. And the noise kept coming. When the sound was right in front of me, it stopped as I felt the sudden presence of my Chow-Chow.

I broke into happy tears and enjoyed her presence and thought how much I loved her and missed her. I thought how it would be to have her with me all the time again. Something inside me said having a ghost, albeit a dog-ghost, with me all the time, may not be the best thing. So I told her I loved her but she needed to go on with her journey and that we’d be together again later.

The chuff-chuff-chuff started again, moving to the right, away from the porch. It continued for a short while, getting fainter and fainter. I never heard the chuff-chuff-chuff again, but I believe we will be reunited one day.

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60. Just Came To Say Hello

This occurred when I was around two years old, so I personally have no memory of the experience. This is mostly based on what people have told me. I was staying with my paternal grandparents, and I described to my grandmother how a lady with a dog sat down and read to me in her backyard. My grandma asked me what the name of the dog was, and I told her that its name was Bo.

My grandmother called my mom and told her what I had said. As she listened, my grandmother’s jaw dropped. My mom said that my maternal grandmother, who passed a few years before I was born, had a dog named Bo for a while. There was absolutely no way that I could’ve known about that prior to telling my other grandma, so I 100% believe that the ghost of my maternal grandmother decided to pay me a visit that day.

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61. It Was The Drive Of His Life

My childhood friend and his dad were really close, and whenever his dad was home, they would play Gran Turismo on PlayStation. When we were five or six, his dad was killed in a car accident. After a few months of grieving, Michael and his mom went home and found that his TV had been turned on. But it only got creepier from there.

His PlayStation was also on, and Gran Turismo was running. However, he had left a different game in the PlayStation.

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62. Beam Me Out!

My dad bought a large old house. It was run-down, but his plan was to renovate it. His first job was to remove the chimney stack in the attic. One day, he was working up there alone, routing around in the roof beams, when he came across a piece of paper. He reached over to pick it up, but it was jammed behind one of the beams.

As he reached over, right in his ear, he heard the most horrific scream he had ever heard. Not in the room but right by his ear. He got out of there fast.  Later on, he opened the paper. It was a “last wishes” note dated from the 1940s, from someone who took their own life.

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63. Don’t Look Away

I had just moved into my current apartment a few years ago, and I was home alone one day. It was mid-day on the weekend. I’m walking through my living room and out of the corner of my eye I see a shadowy humanoid figure standing on my balcony. Startled, I stare right where it was, but it was suddenly gone. I laugh at myself and look away…but as soon as I do I see it in the corner of my vision again.

I look, and it is gone. Thinking it’s a trick of the light, I then take a few steps forward and then look away. Once again, it is in the corner of my vision.

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64. Not Just Another Day At The Beach

I was working private security about eight years ago and was contracted out to a bicycle race event. I was on the night shift, meaning I was just sitting for 12 hours a night watching where they stored many of the bicycles and other event gear. Specifically, everything was stored on a little lakeside beach that the hotel owned. The beach was far from a scary or secluded place.

The hotel was right up to the beach and the whole place was dimly lit. There were signs up saying that the beach was off-limits after event hours, and people mostly respected this. It was near the start of my shift and it was after event hours at the time this took place. The sun was nearly fully set, so it was getting pretty dark. That’s when I saw her.

I see a woman with black hair, a white blouse, and a long skirt sitting on a boulder next to the water. I start walking up to her to inform her the place is off-limits, but about 15 feet away I stop. I never understood the phrase “frozen in fear” until this next moment. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, my stomach churned, and everything in my body told me not to get any closer.

I couldn’t do anything but stare at the back of this woman. I don’t know how long I was standing there before one of the event coordinators came up behind me and said a brief goodbye. They also said that all the staff/volunteers were gone for the night. I briefly looked to him and said “okay” and looked back. The woman was gone. I had a pretty clear view of both directions so unless she hopped in the water, I have no idea where she went.

For the rest of the night I kept trying to walk over to the area the woman was sitting at, but every time panic and fear would build up inside me and I couldn’t do it. The next night, I had zero issues going over to that area and there was nothing out of the ordinary. It was just that one night. To this day whenever I think of the event, I get a bit shaky and fearful. I keep telling myself that my memory must be false and I looked away much longer.

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65. It Was Almost The End Of The Road

Years ago, some friends and I went to investigate an area called “Demon Road” where there had been an accident and shootout that left two people dead. The car was never taken from the spot it crashed, and the angry spirits never left. We parked on the dirt road, and a truck pulled in from the other side. A woman got out.

She walked to my window and said, “You be careful”. She got back in her truck and drove off. I got out, rubbed some dirt on my car in an attempt to reveal her fingerprints, and headed down Demon Road. About a quarter-mile down the road, things went from eerie to bone-chilling instantly. First, I felt a cold punch on my chest and froze in my tracks.

I tried to walk forward but again felt a press on my chest. I turned back to my car with a friend while everyone else continued to their vehicles. About 30 minutes later, the group came back and we started comparing pictures, audio, and EMF readings. One of the girls asked the guy next to her, “Why did you pull my hair?” He said he didn’t.

About 10 seconds later, she screamed, “Something jerked my ponytail”. We scrambled back to our cars and sped back to the city. When we got back to civilization, I got out and saw handprints and finger drawings all over my car. The most compelling were the two smeared handprints on my trunk, as if someone was hanging on, lost grip, and slid down the trunk.

The Roman numeral XII was also fingered into the dust. It was the scariest encounter of my life.

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66. The Cat Was Out Of The Bag

When I was young and living in Salem, MA, my mom was reading me a bedtime story and trying to get me to fall asleep. Suddenly, I said to her, “He says you shouldn’t be sad”. My mom asked, “Who said that?” I replied, “The man with the cat on his arm”. The reason my mom was sad was that my dad’s brother had passed right before I was born.

My parents hadn’t talked to me about it when I was young. My uncle had a large traditional-style panther tattooed on his arm. I had never seen or heard of him before and hadn’t seen any pictures of his tattoo.

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67. Not A Moment Too Soon

When I was younger, my dad inherited his father’s car. One day a year or so later, we were in the car with my father getting me and my sister to school. Near a crossroads, we all had the feeling that my grandpa was with us in the car for a short time. We could all smell the scent of his cologne. Right after this feeling, my father stopped the car as fast as he could.

An out-of-control truck was crossing an intersection illegally. If we hadn’t stopped, it would have ended all three of us in an instant.

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68. A Picture’s Worth A Thousand Chills

My sister’s best friend lost her father on Christmas Day in a car crash. I want to say it was in 1994. Her dad was a great guy, and a creature of habit. He’d get home from work, sit in his recliner to watch TV, and their little terrier Kayla would sit between his leg and the arm rest of the chair. Left side, every time. Any time you came over and he was home, he was in that chair, Kayla right next to him.

A few days after his passing, they had the funeral service and a reception at the house. My sister’s friend took a Polaroid picture of the living room during the reception, with the recliner almost perfectly centered in the frame and Kayla sitting in her usual spot, sans dad. After waiting a few moments for the photo to develop, we took a look. Everyone was shocked at what they saw.

Her dad sitting in the chair. Like, you could see a translucent image of him in the chair, almost like when film would have a superimposed image. The right side of him was pretty well defined. You could see his glasses, shirt, hand, leg, and foot. The left side of him was not well defined and mostly not visible. The weird thing is, the left side of his body was severely injured in the accident.

They thought it must have been an issue with the film or camera, so they sent it off to Polaroid to check it out. They sent everything back with an evaluation stating there was no issue with the camera or the remaining film in the cartridge.

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69. A Hair Raising Experience

One day, my mom called me at work, saying, “Grandma’s fallen in the bathtub. We’re taking her to the hospital. We think she broke her hip”. She went into seizures in the ambulance. It turns out she’d had a pulmonary embolism. I was in the waiting room with the rest of my family waiting for news when it felt like someone ran their hand across my face and hair from behind.

My bangs were physically pushed into my face from the force. Then it got much weirder. Not a minute later, a doctor came in to tell us she had passed. A couple of days later, nickels and dimes were turning up in random places. One nickel, one dime. Then it stopped for a few years. I had been going through some rough times, and again, I was finding nickels and dimes.

I would wake up with them in my bed, on the seat of my car, and in my jean pockets. My granddad got rid of all of my grandma’s belongings. Everything was either donated or thrown out. I was disappointed because I had been obsessed with one of her rings, and she had promised it to me when I got older. I was at my boyfriend’s house and put my coat on to go home.

I put my hand in my pocket to get my lip balm and felt something hard. When I pulled it out, it was my grandmother’s ring. I went home and asked my mom if she had put it in my pocket, and she said she hadn’t seen the ring in years. She contacted my aunt, who has also been finding nickels and dimes, and said that her young son had just found her nana’s opal ring.

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70. Arachnophobia

Once, I was in bed playing Pokémon. A huge spider crawled out from under my bed and just sat in the middle of my room. I tried to catch it under a cup, failed miserably, and it ran. After hiding in various places, it eventually went under my wardrobe. My wardrobe had three sides that it stood on, and the front bit on the bottom had come off.

This meant that the spider could only come in and out of that one section. Being clever, I plugged the hole with a towel and went back to playing Pokémon. About 20 minutes later, a couple of small spiders crawled out from my bed and, with no hesitation, went directly towards the wardrobe. They went underneath the towel to the same place the big spider was trapped. I slept in the lounge that night.

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71. Getting Cross

My grandma, great-grandma, and their dog moved into an old cabin. There were many stories she had about strange things that happened in the house. Sinks turning on in the middle of the night, noises of footsteps in the attic, motion-sensing night lights turning on when my great-grandma was asleep with the dog in another room, etc. Also, there were crosses carved above many of the doorways.

When they moved in, my aunt helped with some painting and covered the crosses in the process. As they covered them, though, they heard noises coming from another part of the house. The next day, the crosses were all back. Coincidentally, my mom’s boss’s son just recently moved into the same house, 15 years later, and the boss was telling my mom about her son’s haunted house.

This was before she was ever told that my grandma and great-grandma had once lived there.

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72.  Peepshow

I lived in north Switzerland. We had a lot of old military bunkers dating back from WWII. When I was seven or eight years old, three friends and I went out to explore one of these bunkers, which was built on a hill inside a small forest. The main door was jammed, so we had to break it open. We found a big log nearby and used it as a battering ram.

After many tries, the door wouldn’t budge, but there was a peephole, so we took a look inside. There was a long, dark hallway with rooms on both the left and right sides. We couldn’t see the end of the hallway because it was far too long. We all took turns taking a look. Then, one of my friends said, “There is a small light at the end of the hallway”.

This light was not there when I took a look through the peephole, so I pushed him away and took a second look. What I saw gave me a shiver. It was not a small light, but rather, it looked like a flashlight pointing directly toward me. Behind it was a silhouette of a person. I walked a few steps back and said, “There is someone in there!”  At that moment, someone, or something, knocked on the door from the inside, and we all panicked. I ran straight home and locked the door.

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73. A True Haunting

My mother opened a clothing store downtown, and the building she and her partner rented was at one time a popular, er, spot to pay for women. It’s a beautiful building, but very haunted. One night, she had closed up for the night, locked the doors, set the alarms, and went home for the evening. Around 3 or 4 am, the authorities called her and told her someone was in her store.

Apparently, they had turned all the lights on and it looked like items were all over the floor. The officers told her that they didn’t suspect anyone was in the building anymore but that the doors were still locked. They also said by the looks of things, it was extremely unnerving and that it’d be better if she went to check on things. So, she did. When she got to the store, she went into the basement where handbags and merchandise were kept in storage.

She said the door was wide open, the handbags were thrown around, and clothes were scattered all over the place. Fast forward a few months. Both my parents decided to open up a restaurant. Suddenly, things get even weirder. No one who owned the building prior ever mentioned any paranormal activity, but after working in the kitchen there for almost three years now, I’ve got a few stories that are unexplainable.

On a busy Friday night in the summer last year, a stack of pizza trays flew off a rack and almost hit me in the face. I think that same week, the fridge door opened up and a box of pork flew out maybe four or five feet onto the ground. My head chef saw this and we freaked out together. More recently, this ghost has become a fan of turning on mixing bowls and moving plates around.

It hasn’t thrown anything at me recently, but the one time it threw a pitcher at me and it did hit my hand. My head chef said he’s seen the ghost and it’s a woman wearing a red dress who looks like she’s from the early 1900s. Sometimes at night, we will hear someone walking around after everything and everyone has left the building. The ghost doesn’t like women and has actually pushed my general manager up against a window and held her face against it.

That manager no longer goes into the kitchen at night, understandably. We believe this ghost is connected to the clothing store ghost and that my mother carries her spirit around. It’s very odd and sometimes scary because the ghost is not always peaceful. Sometimes new hires get excited and agitate the ghost, in which case I get very serious and tell them to knock that out, it’s not funny.

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74. Just Say No

When my son was younger, we went to a Boy Scouts meeting to try and get him signed up. He really wanted to join. We paid the fee, filled out the paperwork, and went home. I then fell into a deep and profound funk. I could not figure out what was wrong with me. The whole time I would not let my son go to the Boy Scout meetings, nor could I give a good reason. I just said no.

Finally, when asked for the umpteenth time about my son going to Boy Scouts, I said, “NO! Never, he can’t join, forget the money, he just can’t be a Boy Scout”. The feelings went away right after that, and I was my old self again. I never forgot how I felt during those three days. One year later, we found out the horrific truth.

The leader of what would have been his unit was arrested for harming kids in it.

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75. Something Was Not Hospitable

I headed out with my mom and aunt to go look at colleges. We stayed on the second floor of a brand new hotel. I stayed up late the night we arrived, watching television and reading. I was slowly drifting off to sleep when I heard a light tap on the wall by my head. I rolled over, ignoring it. I heard it again. I switched the lamp on and looked around. There was nothing there.

I was by the wall to the outside of the building. I heard sporadic taps all over that one wall over the course of an hour. I managed to convince myself it was a plumbing or electrical issue of some sort and finally fell asleep. Around 2:30 AM, an especially loud tap woke me. Then, I began to hear rustling. It sounded like clothes lightly brushing against each other as somebody walks by at a distance.

The sound had no determinate source and was coupled with what sounded like feet brushing against the carpet and quiet breathing. I was wide-awake at that point. I covered my head with my pillow, wrapped myself tightly in my blanket, and hoped to make it to the morning. When I woke up, my mom and aunt asked me how I slept. I told them, “Meh”.

When my mom heard I didn’t sleep well, her face went pale as a ghost’s. “I know,” she said. “That room was so haunted”. When I asked what she meant, she told me she heard all of the same noises I did, including the tapping. My mom also heard a loud crackling noise, like somebody cracking his knuckles over her bed. The next day, I found out what actually happened.

She didn’t want to scare me, so she didn’t tell me the entire story until after we left. She heard everything I did, but she woke up around 4 AM. She saw someone standing in the corner. She asked, “Is that you? What’s wrong, honey?” I didn’t answer. I sleep-walked as a child, so she thought that might be the issue. She climbed out of bed and began walking toward me to see what was wrong.

She glanced towards the sofa I was sleeping on and saw me sound asleep, wrapped up in blankets, pillow pulled over my head. When she looked back to the corner, the dark figure was gone.

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76. Animal Familiar

When I was younger, I used to see a “black cat” that would follow me around. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but sometimes I would see it and once I got a real good look at it. It was a black cat with bright green eyes. Anyway, I never really talked about the cat following me around and don’t remember mentioning it to anyone at any point in my childhood.

As I got older, I noticed it less, until one day my brother asked me out of the blue: “What happened to the black cat that used to follow you?” That freaked me out a little. I tried to convince myself I was imagining things, but how did he know about the cat and that they were missing?

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77. I Love You Forever

My mom passed in early November of 2005. I had gotten married at the end of May of that year and she waited to tell the family that she was sick until the end of June. She didn’t want to take away from the joy of the “baby” of the family getting married. It was way too fast and none of us were ready to let her go. She always said she wanted to go at home (no hospital or hospice)

She’d said this for years, especially after my dad passed when I was 16. He passed at home, surrounded by all of us up until the end. That was what she wanted too. In the house he built with his bare hands and the house they raised the family in. So, that’s what we did. Basically, her six children moved back home and stayed with her for the final two months.

We took shifts to see our family during that time, but at any given point, there were four of us there 24 hours a day, making sure she was surrounded by love and never alone. Now, I didn’t take her passing well. I mean, I did everything that needed to be done and kept myself together, but we were close and this was so fast and I didn’t want to believe it.

I can’t tell you the number of times I caught myself calling her to then just stare at the phone mid-dial and realize she wouldn’t pick up. Well, a month after she had passed, I was alone at my own home watching TV. It was only about 7:00 pm, so dark at that time of year in New England, when movement caught my eye from my eye on the left. I seriously couldn’t believe my eyes. 12 feet from me, my mom walked through my kitchen stirring something in a bowl. She paused in the doorway, gave a little wave with her fingers (from the hand wrapped around the bowl) as her head tilted with a smile, and moved past the doorway.

I was frozen to where I was sitting, so I called out “Mom?” and heard her laugh. It was her healthy laugh, from before she got sick and couldn’t even smile anymore, let alone laugh. I went to the kitchen, but there was nothing. I swear on my life that this was real. She was there. Thing is, my mom was a great baker. She passed a lot of her recipes onto me and while not as often as I would have liked, we baked together.

It was the time together that made both of us happy. We laughed, chatted, gossiped, and drank tea while we waited for some delicious concoction to come from the oven. To this day, whenever I make her cheesecake, cookies, cream puffs, or meringues, I’m happy. I dance around the kitchen as I stir the bowl and I think of her and the time she visited me that night.

She has only visited me in my dreams since. It’s always to warn me or help me with a problem that I’m having. I like to think that she was able to muster the energy to come see me in person, just this once, so that I knew that she was OK. That I didn’t have to be sad and that she would always be there.

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78. I Was Free Fallin’

When I was a kid, my parents took me to a Christian “family camp” every August. It was sort of a middle-class resort in the mountains, with Bible classes and hymn singing for the adults and more standard activities for the kids like crafts, swimming, and sports. My favorite thing to do there was always to lie in the grass of the sports field at night and watch the Leonids.

When I was 11 or 12, I was heading out to the field at around 11 PM.  It was pitch black, just a faint glow of a distant streetlight to see by. I didn’t have a flashlight, but I’d been there many times, so I didn’t feel the need to have one. Instead of going around to the main entrance to the field, I decided to take a little shortcut by stepping between some bushes.

Suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath my feet, and I had the sensation of free-falling. My legs instinctively made a very rapid scissor motion, and my whole body sailed about six feet away. I felt a light splash of water across my face as I effortlessly landed on solid ground. I looked back and could see a rectangular pool of water.

I poked a tree branch in and found that the water was about 10 feet deep and covered in green moss. I had only a few drops of water on me anywhere. I can’t explain how my instinctive muscle twitch propelled my whole body to such a distance without a solid surface to push off of. I briefly considered the possibility that an angel had pulled me out or that I had some kind of extraordinary ability that I hadn’t been aware of previously.

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79. My Eternal Roommate

My grandmother passed when I was in high school. In the weeks following, I would have recurring dreams of visiting her house and seeing her there. I would know she was gone in the dreams, but she would be moving about the house regardless as normal. When my grandfather moved to assisted living, he left the same house to me.

The week before I moved in, I had dreams every night of walking through the house and knowing someone was in it with me but not being able to find them. As soon as I moved in, one of my cats started acting really weird. I noticed that he would be doing his regular cat stuff when suddenly something would catch his attention.

He would move to a random spot and would start going through all these behaviors as if a person was standing there. One night, not long after I moved in, I was sitting in the living room watching a movie. The house was empty except for me, but I started to have a  feeling as if someone was there watching the film with me. This happened multiple times that evening.

It got so unnerving that I stopped the movie and called my mom to chat. It ended up making it even worse. During the conversation, she was in the middle of telling me something when she paused. There was silence on her end for a couple of moments, and then she asked, “Are you with a friend?” I said, “No, why?” She said, “Oh, my mistake. It sounded like someone was there talking to you”. I have no doubt I live with my deceased grandmother.

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80. Hush-Hush

My best friend and I volunteered to help clean up a cemetery after a big storm my senior year. We were walking along, talking, picking up branches from the storm, tidying up stuff left on graves, just making an afternoon of it. And suddenly, at the exact same time, we both froze, and turned to look at the same spot behind us. After asking what each other heard, we confirmed that we both heard a woman’s voice go “SHHH!!” right behind us.

It wasn’t like the wind in the trees; it was like when the librarian catches you talking louder than five decibels. And we both looked at the exact same spot where it came from. There was no one there. The closest person to us was a good 50 feet away. They’d have had to yell just for us to hear them. Curious, my friend took a look at the headstone right there, then looked at the one next to it.

Y’all, it was a mother buried next to her infant. We were disturbing the baby.

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81. An Unwelcome Visitor

One night, I woke to something settling over my face. Initially, I thought it was my bed covers, but then I realized it all felt wrong and reached up and grabbed the cloth and threw it. I then reached over to turn on my bedside light. I froze because of what I saw. All of my clothes, which previously had been folded neatly in a basket, were now stacked atop of me, neck to toe.

The piece of cloth that was settling over my face was a pair of my son’s shorts. So, of course, I listened for whoever was in my home. I stayed that way for about 10 minutes and heard nothing. At that point, I got up and started to search my house. The only other person that lived with me was my eight-year-old son, and I found him fast asleep in his top bunk.

I know he didn’t stack those clothes because the bunk he was in was metal and very squeaky and he would have definitely made noise getting in or out. He’s also a pretty serious kid and I’ve never known him to play tricks. In any case, I felt that last piece go over my face, so he wasn’t there for that. I searched the entire house and no one was there but us.

I believe it was poltergeist activity. Apparently, stacking is typically what poltergeists do. I also found a random puddle of water once in the middle of the living room when no one had been home. There was no place that could have come from either. Strange stuff.

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82. The Night House

When I was five and I would go to sleep, I would have this one recurring dream. It happened every night while we stayed in that house and lasted until we moved. I would dream that I would wake up in the middle of the night and be in my living room with my dad and mom beside me. I would try to wake them up, but they wouldn’t budge.

I would get thirsty, so I would go to the kitchen to grab a drink, but I’d hear a loud bang in our washroom. At this point, it got terrifying. I would go to investigate, and as I would walk down the narrow hallway which led to the washroom, a dark figure would jump out and grab me by my shoulders and would say, “Hello Aaron, you’ll be coming with me tonight”.

He was jet black with white teeth in contrast and red eyes. I could never make out his body. I got so scared as I’d have this dream every night and would wake up sweating profusely, so I told my parents. My dad agreed to sleep with me in the living room on the floor to prove to me it was just a nightmare. This backfired in an utterly horrible way. 

I felt more at ease, but when my dad slept with me, I noticed that he was sweating badly. I would try to wake him up but to no avail. When my dad woke up, he said he had the most frightful dreams with that black thing. I never dreamt about him again after we left that house.

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83. The Ghost Of The House

My dad passed this past December. We were close and I was (and still am) devastated. Dad was an Air Force officer, avid bird watcher, practical joker, and amazing cook. He also put black pepper on darn near everything. After he passed, I went to his farm to hold things down there and take care of his dogs and chickens until they could be rehomed.

While I was there, my stepbrother came by to visit and keep me company for a day. While he was there, we lit a fire in the backyard fire pit and cracked a few drinks. 30 minutes into our conversation, a bald eagle buzzed us. This thing was literally less than five feet over our heads. It wasn’t going after prey and had no reason to swing that low other than to get a look at us and let us know it was there.

There’s no doubt in my mind, that was dad. After my stepbrother left, I go walking into the house. There’s a back door that leads straight into the kitchen with a spice rack next to it. As I’m opening the door, a single container of black pepper flies off the shelf and lands about four feet away. There were a bunch of other spices on that shelf that didn’t get moved.

Just the black pepper. I’m convinced that was also dad. I immediately pour a double bourbon. And another. And another. That night, I cried my eyes out, howled at the moon, and screamed into the heavens everything I ever wanted to say to my dad but didn’t get a chance to. I walked into the kitchen the next morning to find one of the mousetraps up on one edge. There’s no way that could have happened naturally. Dad heard me.

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84. A Menagerie Of Ghosts

My mother was involved in union affairs, so I often had to accompany her on business trips. One time we both stayed in an old tuberculosis hospital that had been converted into cheap motel/hotel suites. As I soon learned, the place was awash in horrifying ghost stories. Let me paint a picture: This hotel was extremely conservative in its interior design.

Everything seemed to be utilitarian, from the rooms having exactly two beds, a table, chair, a desk, and nothing else, to the bleach-able plastic linoleum covering the floors, to the exposed white pipes that came through the ceiling that still had its original plaster crown molding. Along both sides of the very wide hall that composed the main building, there were rooms beside each other that clearly were patient rooms once.

But running down the very center of this hall were its own rooms, with windowed walls and doors leading into these little “courtyard” rooms, usually with some couches and a TV or other things like that. The doors could be slid open, so you could easily pass through to the other side. You could see through the large window walls to the other rooms lining the other side of the hall, so this center “boulevard” of lounge areas barely felt like rooms at all.

The various tales surrounding this infamous long building of rooms went like this: The flute-playing girl. A girl with long hair would be seen in windows, on top of roofs, in mirrors, or too far away to properly make out, and she would play a flute in a strange disjointed manner, if at all.  The nurse. A woman who worked at the hospital couldn’t handle seeing so many deaths and hung herself.

Apparently, nobody had any idea she had been so badly traumatized and didn’t see it coming so it was a shock. People report leaving their beds at night for some reason—the bathroom, getting a snack, etc.—and returning to see their beds made up. One woman I spoke to had this happen literally every night, and had assumed that some sort of janitor or hospitality worker had just popped in to do it quickly at, uh, like 3 am for some reason.

The yelling group. People reported hearing loud, heated-sounding arguments between several men, coming from down the hall. It was too far to make out the words but definitely angry and violent-sounding. People would call the front desk about it and get “Oh, yeah, that. Just ignore that, it’s nobody”. This was because they’d grown so used to getting reports of fighting noises.

The odd thing is that one room would hear it, but no other rooms on the floor ever would. Then the most famous one: The “where are you?” ghost. The hospital used to be located near a river that was used frequently by First Nations communities before it was settled by immigrants. A man was returning home by canoe when he heard someone screaming in fear, begging for help.

He began shouting, “Where are you?! who’s calling?!” etc., trying to find them and help them, but it just ended slowly in screams until it was gone. Unnerved, he hurried back to his village, only to find it entirely razed to the ground. Those who stand on the bank of that river will hear the sounds of people crying or begging for help.

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85. Lights Out!

I grew up in a house that was built in 1880. There was SOMETHING going on in that house. I once walked up to the front door and saw the silhouette of a person walking through the front room into the bay window. I went in and started talking to who I THOUGHT was my mother. No one was there. This happened often.

When I was about 16 and at home by myself, I went upstairs to get something out of my room and saw the light on in one of the bedrooms. I shut it off on my way back down. An hour or so later, I came up, and it was on again. Irritated, I shut it off. The switch was again in the “up” position. At that point, I was annoyed. I knew the house was odd.

I slammed the door open, slammed the light switch down, and said into the empty room, “Quit turning the light on!” It didn’t come on again.

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86. It Was A Wild One

A few years ago, I started to find green #4 Uno cards everywhere—in the silverware drawer, under folded laundry, in a storage box in the closet, tucked in my shoes—just everywhere. Knowing the pranks my husband would pull, I just assumed it was him being silly. I would just take them and throw them away. I would find at least one a day.

I finally broke down and asked my husband about the Uno cards. His reply stunned me. He looked at me confused and said, “I thought you were doing it. I keep finding them everywhere”. So we collected them. They were never a different color or different number. This went on for nearly a year, and then, suddenly, it stopped.

We never got the feeling the house was haunted or anything, but to this day we cannot explain what was with the cards. To make matters even more confusing, it started right when I found out I was pregnant and ended right after I gave birth.

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87. The Man In The Window

When I was 15, my dad was driving me to a friend’s house to practice some roller hockey. My buddy lived in a two-storey log cabin with a long winding driveway. It was the first time I had been to his house and I had been told his parents wouldn’t be home until later in the evening. As we drove up, my dad says he thought my friend’s parents weren’t home and I told him they weren’t.

He then points to a second storey window and says, “Well, someone is here”. I look up and see an older male dressed in western clothing and wearing a big cowboy hat. This was Texas so that isn’t unusual. I said I guess they got home early and shrugged it off. A while later, I mention something about asking my friend’s parents something, and he says they won’t be home until later.

I point out that both my dad and I saw someone in his house, and he freaks out because no one was supposed to be there. We then go in the house to check it out and don’t find anyone…After his parents got home, we were in a back room of the house and I see a picture of the guy who had been upstairs. I point it out to my buddy and he turns white as a sheet.

He says that was his grandad…who passed six years earlier. Turns out my buddy’s parents believed the house to be haunted by multiple spirits.

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88. The Woman In White

My girlfriend and I were driving back to her parents’ house when I was probably 17 or 18. We went down this one road and she suddenly screamed for me to swerve. I figured she had seen a deer. When I turned my head, though what I actually saw was a woman dressed in white and pushing a white bassinet. When I looked again, they weren’t in my rearview mirror.

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89. This Left Everyone Wired

Over Christmas, my entire extended family was watching old home movies my brother converted to DVD. There was footage of three family members who had passed in the videos. During a part that had my deceased grandmother in it, a speaker that had the wire clamped on the back of my brother’s entertainment stand became unplugged and fell to the floor. Everyone started yelling and running around the house while our grandfather prayed.

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90. Coming Home

One day, I took a nap while waiting for my fiancé to get home. I heard him come in the door and say, “I’m home, sweetie!” However, I couldn’t find him when I got up. That wasn’t even the strangest part. I noticed that both dogs were hiding under the futon, super upset and shaking. I sent him texts and called him but got no answer.

Later that night, I found out he was in an accident and drowned in his car at 1:42 PM. I had sent him the text asking if he was home at 1:46 PM, which means I dreamt of him coming home at almost the exact minute he passed.

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91. The Door Was Always Open

When I was about five, my mother had put a bit of rope around the knob of my room’s door and tied it to the wall with the door open. The door was faulty and could get stuck if closed, so she feared I would shut it and get trapped in my room. During a family dinner, the entire family was interrupted by loud Vivaldi music and a soft slam from upstairs.

It was Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons”. My dad walked upstairs and came back down immediately with a pale face. The rope had been ripped off, and my door had been shut, as my CD player was playing the Vivaldi from a disc. To this day, I hear that song and start to get uncomfortable.

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92. Watch Your Back

When I was four years old, I barely remember a guy living next door who was named Steve. I don’t remember what he looked like or how he talked, but I remembered that he passed at some point. Cut to about nine years later and I randomly remember that guy dying. I wondered about it so I asked my mom how he had passed. She said that he had the flu, and that no one knew he had passed for a good long while.

She then admitted there was something about his passing she hadn’t told me when I was young. She apparently didn’t want me frightened. When she finally confessed the truth, a chill went through my whole body. A few days after Steve’s passing, my mom, my older brother, and my younger brother were in a room together. My mom and my older brother were talking about his passing as my younger brother, who was two, sat in front of them.

At some point, my younger brother asked something along the lines of what had happened to Steve. My mom replied that he had passed and that we wouldn’t see him again. Then my younger brother said, “Mommy, who’s the man behind you?” Mom and my older brother turned to see no one. Freaked out, mom grabbed my younger brother and ran out of the house with my older brother.

They returned a couple of hours later to see no evidence of any person being in there. Nowadays my younger brother doesn’t even remember the event.

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93. An Invisible Presence

A couple of years ago, I moved into a four-bedroom home with my family. One of the bedrooms always had a vibe to it. Nothing bad, but definitely a sad place. The rest of the house is fine but my daughter and I stayed out of that room whenever possible. When my daughter was about eight, out of the blue she asked me who died in that room. I told her it felt like a dog.

She said, “I was thinking that. Somebody loved him”.

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94. Boulderama

When I was 20, I was camping with a friend in a little valley in the hills behind Santa Barbara. It was a nice evening in March, and technically we weren’t supposed to be there because the campground wasn’t open until May, but there we were. We had dinner and had a nice campfire going, and all was quiet.  Then, out of nowhere, we heard a commotion on the top of a ridge.

It was like someone running around through the dried leaves and brush. We didn’t think anything of it at first, but then the noise stopped. It was starting to get a little creepy. But we hadn’t seen anything yet. Then, this thing started running down the ridge, not straight down, but in long zigzags, toward our spot in the little valley.

Then it stopped again for about another half hour. Suddenly, we heard something coming straight toward us FAST and out of the dark came a giant BOULDER rolling into our camp. It went straight into the fire, sending burning wood and hot coals everywhere! We got out of there as fast as possible and never looked back.

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95. The Revenge Of The Devil

So I went to a boarding school called Gordonstoun in Scotland. The school is built in what used to be the residence of the Gordon family, who were lesser Scottish nobles. Most famously there was a man named Sir Robert Gordon, a third Baronet, who was referred to as “the wizard of Gordonstoun”. He had an interest in alchemy and the occult.

He built a round building known as “Roundsquare” where local folk from Elgin and Duffus believed he conducted his magical experiments. They say he sold his soul to the devil and built a round building so that the devil couldn’t hide around the corners. One night, a demon came to claim his soul, and he trapped it in stone at the center of the square.

Eventually, one Hallow’s Eve, the devil came and took his soul, and the wizard was no more. I thought this was just a myth until one chilling day. When I was at Gordonstoun, my house was in Roundsquare, and we lived in the literal round house where Robert Gordon supposedly trapped the demon in the stone at the center of it. On Halloween night, me and my floormates went to this school dance, and on our way back we were talking about the legend of the wizard.

So legend had it that if you took the rock that sat atop the stone in the center of the square and knocked three times, the demon trapped in it would come out. So we tried to see who was brave enough to do it, not because we thought the demon would come out but because if you walked in the grass at the center of the square, the seniors would beat the heck out of you (weird tradition).

Anyway, I was the idiot who decided to knock on the stone. Nothing happened. So I ran back before any seniors could see me and we all hung out and chatted, had some sweets, and went to bed. Around 3 in the morning, though, I woke up and was completely paralyzed. I could only move my eyes and saw on the floor of my room something crawling up to me, moving ever so slowly towards me.

I could feel its weight on my legs, then my chest blowing all the air out of my lungs. Creeping all the way to my face where I could smell its breath and see only that it was a mouth without a face. I could see its teeth. I wanted to yell and couldn’t. I couldn’t even breathe. I was suffocating. Then suddenly I felt a rush of air sweep my lungs and I yelled to wake up my roommate.

As soon as I let out a sound, the thing was gone.

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96. Go Crying To Mommy

One night in like 2005, I was lying in my bed reading a book or playing on my laptop, I can’t remember. My younger sister was asleep a few feet away. My mom was downstairs, drinking, and playing tapes on the stereo in the living room. I heard what sounded like a girl say, “Mom! Mom!” My mom turned the stereo off and went to the bottom of the steps.

She shouted, “What’s up?” I stepped out onto the landing and said, “She’s asleep, mom. What was that, though? It sounded like a little girl said, ‘Mom.'” My mom replied, “I heard it, too”. To this day I don’t know what it was, but there was a story about our property. They said that a little girl was autistic and was kept in a shack with her grandmother on the back part of the property.

I don’t know how true the story was, but it fit the weird ghost girl calling for her mother that absolutely did happen.

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97. Same Time Next Year

When I was 12, my grandfather passed on February 5th, 2016, at 4:14 AM. On that very day, I woke up at 4:14 AM. I remember looking at the time on my phone and thinking, what am I doing up this early? I then found out later he had passed then. The following year on February 5th, I woke up again for no reason at 4:14 AM. It has been a thing that has happened ever since. Every February 5th, I wake up at 4:14 AM.

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98. The Sound Of Music

When I was a teen, there was a house down a local secluded road that we called the “Amy House”. As the story went, the girl was adopted by a family that harmed her and locked her up in a cage. Then she lost her life due to severe neglect. The home had been abandoned as long as I had lived there and wasn’t in great condition.

It was rumored that she haunted the house. So, one night, my sister and I decided to go up there and check it out in the middle of the night. The road was in the middle of a wooded area.  We parked about a quarter-mile from where the house was. We got to the house, and it was eerie. There was old furniture still inside, eaten by bugs.

After a while of nothing creepy happening, we decided to make our way back to the car. As we were walking on the road with no street lights and just a phone flashlight, we started to hear what sounded like music. It almost sounded like a lullaby song. We both looked at each other. Then it got louder. It was coming from the trees across the street from the house. This house was the only one for a mile on that road. We got so freaked out and booked it to the car.

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99.  I Alley-Ooped Outta There

I went to boarding school for six years. It was in the middle of a one-stoplight town and on a hill 800 feet up. The school used to be an old monastery that was hundreds of years old and huge. Every student had a job that they had to do either at night or in the morning to help take care of the school. I used to be in charge of cleaning the gymnasium at night.

One night, I was there by myself, getting ready to start sweeping the gym. The gym had two floors to it. The upstairs part was the weight lifting area, and you could see it fully from the bottom part of the gym where the basketball court was. As I stepped into the gym, one of the basketballs started rolling a bit. I looked around to see if any doors were open, and none were.

I chalked it up to randomness, but then I saw that it was continuing to roll. As I watched it, it made a full circle around the entire gym and stopped right next to my feet. I was a bit scared at that point but figured it was nothing. I heard a creaking coming from the second floor and looked up. There was a girl there, just staring right at me.

As soon as I made direct eye contact with her, she bolted to the stairs that would take her to me. She let out a scream that I can’t describe. I was terrified and frozen in place. Thankfully, she didn’t come to me but took a left and bolted through the main doors of the gym instead. They didn’t open; she just went right through them. I got out of there.

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100. Blink And You’ll Miss It

When I was eight, my cousin passed from a collision with a semi after her car lost control on black ice. About a month or so passes, and I’m put in grief counseling because my young brain couldn’t process such an early, violent end. One morning at my grandma’s, I wake up and my cousin is on her knees on the floor, smiling at me. She said, “When you’re ready, I have the kids’ table set up for some tea, okay?”

I don’t remember if or how I reacted, but I blinked and she was gone.

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101.  Mixed Signals

We had a two-month-old newborn sleeping in the room next door. I had a video monitor on my bedside table so that my wife and I could easily check on him. One day, I woke up in the middle of the night and clicked the button that turned on the video image. When I registered what I was seeing, my heart stopped. My baby boy was gone.

I froze and looked over. My wife was sleeping next to me. I turned up the volume on the baby monitor and heard another woman’s voice singing a lullaby in a very soft, gentle, and melodic voice. I finally jumped up, ran through the hallway, and burst into my boy’s room. He was sound asleep in his crib. There was no woman and no singing.

It turned out the monitor was picking up my next-door neighbors’ monitor. They had just bought the video monitor for their newborn on our recommendation. I’ve never experienced anything scarier.

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102. What’s Cooking?

We lived about a hundred yards from the local church, which had a bell tower. Every year in winter, the church bells would chime six single times at 6 PM. When this happened, a smell would take over my home for around 30 seconds. I can’t quite describe it, but it was a mixture of sweet and sour, dark and cold, wet and dry. Eventually, I had to find out what it was about.

We did a lot of research on the house but couldn’t find anything interesting. We spoke to our landlord, who said he’d never noticed anything, although he never actually lived in the house. We let it drop when we couldn’t find anything out. It became part of our daily routine. Sometime later, our neighbor passed. His daughter was clearing his house, and I got chatting with her. That was when it all came out. 

She explained that the past tenant in MY house was a widower, the same as her father. He lived away with his son in the summer but would spend winters at home. Every day at 6 PM, when the church bell rang, the two of them would cook dinner together. They were a bit crazy with their recipes and ended up making all sorts of concoctions, and you could smell them cooking up the street.

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103. Doom From Above

When I was seven years old, my mom gave birth to my little sister. My dad and I went to visit her in the hospital to check out the new family member. As seven-year-olds often do, I got bored, so my parents sent me to the kiosk right outside the main building to get an ice cream. As I was walking towards the kiosk, I cut over the lawn as it was a shorter walk.

Suddenly I feel and hear a really heavy thud right behind me. I turn around to see an image that will haunt me for the rest of my life. It was the warped, mangled body of a man in a hospital gown maybe 40-50 cm from where I was standing. The man had jumped off the hospital roof after receiving the news he had terminal cancer.

My mom and a lot of the others in the birth ward even saw the guy flying past the windows. The guy basically just fell short of taking me with him. A group of doctors and psychiatrists asked me to get emergency therapy, but I insisted on getting my ice cream and going home. To this day, I can still recall the thud of the body hitting the ground and his body lying next to me, clear as crystal.

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104. Getting Dumped

At the restaurant where I worked, we had a garbage corral behind the building. One night, one of the staff came running back and said “I heard something in the corral. It sounded like an animal!” So, being the manager on shift at the time, I made the decision that I would go out and investigate with a big guy on staff.

When we opened the corral door, we couldn’t see anything. So, we shone the flashlight around. Still nothing. But suddenly, we heard a weird echoed grunt, which I then realized was coming from inside the cardboard dumpster. I immediately thought it must be a bear or some other large animal, so we called for help inside.

Officers came with a ladder to take a look. When the officer was done, he asked if any cameras were out there. We said yes, and he asked to see the footage and said that we were going to want to see it too. Two people with no clothes ran into frame. The man falls off the fence and lands face-first on the corral’s side.

He then falls into the dumpster which was right against the wall. The woman climbs the wall somehow, and she tries reaching down to help him climb out but then ends up falling inside too. The officer told us that when he shone his flashlight down there, he saw them huddling together for warmth and sobbing hysterically.

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105. I Can See It in Your Eyes

My boyfriend’s younger brother and I were taking a bike ride down the street to the shops late one afternoon. As we get onto the main road, we notice a dude across the street heading in the opposite direction. He is walking with a limp, his head is bowed, and he’s got a plastic bag in his hand. We’re only a few metres away from him when he crosses the street onto our side.

As the bro rides past him, this stranger lifts his head up and smiles in his direction as they pass each other. I’m a little while behind, so I don’t pay too much attention to this—that is, until the bro stops, turns around, and gives me a funny look, just as this guy is passing him by. I still don’t think too much of it at this point, assuming that he had just stopped to let me catch up.

As soon as I myself passed the stranger and made eye contact with him, I realized that this was not the case. When the stranger looked over and nodded at me, I saw nothing in his eyes. When I say nothing, I mean like black pits where his eyes should have been, or just an eyeball that looked entirely black. I don’t know how else to describe it.

When I finally catch up to the bro, we stop around the corner and he says to me “Did you see that???” “You mean his eyes?!” I asked. “Yeah, it looked like they weren’t even there!” he replied. We then kind of sat there for a while processing what we had both just seen. Had the bro not related the same feeling and experience to me as I had felt when the stranger looked at me, I doubt I would have ever thought anything of it.

I probably would have just assumed it was the light angles playing tricks on me or some such thing. It was a sunny afternoon, so glare certainly could have played a part. He could’ve been wearing contacts, I don’t know. But none of those explanations feel like they fit. We got home later on and told everybody what had happened, but no one believed us. They still don’t to this day.

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106. The Others

My mom and older sister describe how I used to randomly start crying and asking where my mom was, even when she was right in front of me. When my mother would try to comfort me by saying she was right there, I would shout for my other mom. I would then describe this person, who apparently always held a bloody hammer. They said it scared them out of their wits, but one day when I was two years old, they tried to ask me about it and I couldn’t remember anything.

spcecdt

Creepy experiencesPxfuel

107. Howdy, Stranger

I was driving away from a gas station. Out of nowhere, a guy in a suit comes running up to my minivan and starts yanking the door. As if he knew me, he began pleading, “C’mon, LET ME IN”. Luckily my doors were locked, and I asked him who the heck he was through my window. He looked genuinely surprised that I wouldn’t let him in.

After I refused again, his facial expression inverted; as if he just realized something horrible. He let go of my car, said something to the effect of “You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Then he ran away behind the gas station and into the woods. Full suit and tie, nice shoes, extremely frantic in nature, zero explanation. The look in that man’s eyes was pure terror when I didn’t let him in.

grammarGuy69

108. Never The Right Time

While I was living in Denver, I had a friend fly into town to visit. The Denver National Airport was about 30 minutes away and her flight was scheduled to get in around 11:15 pm. At exactly 10:30 pm, I got a text message from her. She said: “I just landed. Are you here?” Assuming her flight arrived early, we immediately started rushing to the airport while I kept trying to call her, only to have her phone go to voicemail.

I thought maybe her phone had kicked the bucket or something, so I continued to refresh the flight information page on our way there. It just kept saying the plane was still in transit. We ended up getting to the airport before 11:15. With no word from my friend or new information about the flight, we circled the airport and waited…then I got a text that sent a shiver down my spine.

At 11:15 pm or so, I got the exact same text message she had sent me at 10:30 pm. I called her and I asked if she texted me while she was on the plane. She said there was no way she could have since she had her phone turned off the entire time. When I finally met up with her, I asked to compare our text conversations on our phones. 

I had two of the same texts from her, one at 10:30 pm and one at 11:15 pm, while her conversation only read 11:15 pm. She confirmed that she hadn’t typed it out prior either. Her phone was completely off. This glitch in the matrix made me waste 15 minutes circling an airport.

idkmangoo

109. Home (Almost) Alone

Once, my brother and I were sleeping, and my dad had just left for work. A little while after, someone entered the house and told the dog to be quiet. I didn’t recognize the voice. I was 100% sure it was a burglar who thought the house was empty as my dad had just left. I sneaked into my brother’s room, shaking with fear, woke him up, and told him that a stranger had just entered the house. He called the authorities on the spot.

Two tiny minutes later (we were impressed!) two official cars and four law officials were at the door of our house. Oh, how uneasy was my dad when they called him and he had to tell them he had come back because he had forgotten something and pretended to have a “funny voice” or something for no reason whatsoever. It was about 15 years ago and my brother and I still (jokingly) blame each other for it.

NyxVivendi

110. The Doppelganger

It happened in early 2000, when I was working at a juvenile detention center in a small town in Oklahoma as a corrections officer. I was working nights at the time and went to work at 9 PM. This one night when I arrived for work my supervisor looked confused and asked me what I was doing there. I said, “I work tonight”. And he said, “But they said you called in a few hours ago saying that you were sick”.

I was a bit confused and said, “It must have been someone else and they got the message wrong”. After everyone else showed up for work that night it was a bit weirder, but we carried on as usual and assigned everyone their places for the night; I went to work in the control room where I usually work. The control room is the center of the place, and it has direct control over the cameras, doors, phones, pretty much everything.

After I relieved the guard on duty and settled in for the night, I looked at the message that said I called in. It said that I had called at 6:50 and said that I had gotten sick while out cleaning up after the storm. There had been a storm the night before and it was a bit bad, but not anything that I had to go out to clean up. It was truly weird—and it was about to get weirder.

The supervisor came into the control about that time. He was also a friend of mine outside work and we started talking about it, and how odd it was. I decided to call my wife at home and tell her about it while he was still sitting there. I picked up the phone and dialed. After two rings a man picked up the phone and with a raspy voice said, “Hello?”

I didn’t know what to say for a few seconds. I looked at the phone to make sure I dialed the right number, and I had. After a few seconds, the person said, “Hello?” again in the same raspy voice. I said, “Hello. Who is this?” They replied, “This is Taylor, who is this?” My head started spinning. My name is Taylor. In almost a scream I said: “Where’s Ann?”

He said, “Ann’s in bed. Who is this?” I dropped the phone and told my supervisor to ring me out, I had to get home, and I took off towards the door. I could hear Dave pick up the phone behind me and say, “Hello?” followed soon after by “What the heck!” rather loudly. I ran to my car and drove home faster than I should have, my mind racing the entire time.

I busted through the door and my wife was sitting watching TV and was shocked at me being home. I asked her who was there and she said no one has been over. After a rather long talk with my wife, I went to call the center to tell them what was going on, but the phone was dead. I went back to work and when I came in, Dave was acting weird and asked me, “How are you doing this?”

He told me that when I left, he picked up the phone and the person on the other end sounded like me. He kind of freaked out and hung up the phone. A minute later, as he could see my car leaving the parking lot, the phone rang. What he heard made his blood run cold. He said that I had called back from home and asked what the heck was going on.

He said that I was a bit irate and said I was sick and did not feel like playing these games and was telling him to stop prank calling me and hung up. After convincing him I had no idea what was going on, we went back to work. Later, I find out that the phone line for my area had been knocked down the night before by the storm.

This is absolutely the strangest thing that has ever happened to me.

crowhorse

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