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[Rhaknar]

Do tell?

I'm on my phone so I cba (that sounds harsh, it's just it's past 6am and check outs start to happen around this time), I can bookmark the thread and do it home tho I guess. You want strange noises, shadows out of the corner of my eye, shit falling with just me in the room stories, or the occasional loonbin that walks in /stays here (like a guy that said he was God for example lol)?

 

[vikki]

Seen a ball light UFO twice outside my window in the middle of the night. I was petrified from where I saw it and by the time I worked up the courage to check where it had gone, it was gone. No one believed me, but that shit was real.

I also saw those things as a child, I just assumes it was an illusion caused by light.

 

[ChubbyHuggs]

Woke up in the middle of the night to see a dark figure in the corner of my room. Later on it was hovering over me in my sleep and when I woke up in the morning I had sleep paralysis.

 

[Ozzy Onya A2Z]

Ghost poop.

Spooky shit indeed.

 

[Murrah]

I've never actually told this to anyone before and it's not very interesting or anything, but these are my favorite threads on gaf and I'd like to contribute a lil bit

When I was 9 I was home alone at around, I dunno, 7 PM in our upstairs hallway playing Pokemon Blue. I had spent like half an hour in the safari zone trying to find surf, and when I finally got it I let out a triumphant "Yes, HM03!" And right after I said that I heard from what sounded like the bottom of the stairs "H20 is water." in a male voice I'd never heard, sort of a fatherly tone. I remember yelling out a "What?" and then a "What did you say?" Didn't get a response either time, no TVs on in the house or anything, and I even went downstairs and looked around a bit. Which is actually pretty impressive because I was normally terrified of everything as a kid hahaha.

I'm sure you could chalk it up to imagination or whatever especially considering my age at the time, not to mention how mundane of a scientific fact that is for a disembodied voice to be passing on to me. I don't believe in ghosts at all, nor have I heard any other voices in my life, but it's all so clear and vivid, and it really sounded like it was coming from downstairs and not immediately next to me, so I never really knew what to think about it.

I had a seriously weird thing with de ja vu for about 3 weeks when I started college. I don't share details much because most don't believe it and it still sorta freaks me out.

Do tell, I love reading everything you write in the anonymous confessions threads, I'm sure it'll be a great story at the very least regardless

 

[Bsigg12]

A few years ago I got really sick and over the course of 4 days I had at least 5 out of body experiences. All of them were me being in a ceiling corner looking down at my pale ass struggling to sleep. It got really weird.

 

[matrix-cat]

I love these threads, but unfortunately I never have anything to contribute. All the heartstopping noises I hear in the middle of the night end up having perfectly mundane explanations

 

[Volimar]

There used to be an old, two story crumbling house on the outskirts of the small country town I grew up in. Of course, there was a local legend that it was haunted, and most of us kids gave the place a wide berth growing up. My friend, however, lived near the place. One night while I was staying over at his house (we were about 12 or 13 years old), we decided we'd be brave and walk over and check it out.

The walk was short, which was good because there was hardly any moonlight and we didn't want to use our flashlights for fear of someone seeing us and calling the cops, so we were stumbling blind through the woods. When we got there, we risked turning on our lights and headed inside.

The house was very old, built from almost all wood and had been abandoned for years, so it was really falling apart. We poked around, but the floors were so rotted that we couldn't explore much. We wanted to check out the second floor, but the staircase had pretty much disintegrated, making it impossible to get up there. We quickly figured out that there wasn't much else we could do and started to walk back to his house.

As we were walking away from the house, my friend glanced back and froze, staring wide-eyed and openmouthed. I turned and saw a light moving around the second floor rooms... The second floor that was impossible to reach.

Suddenly, the light stopped moving, then disappeared. We set world-record times running back to my friend's. The old house was turn down a couple of years later. Good riddance.

Welp. No sleep tonight. I'll go ahead and repost something I posted in the old unexplained stories thread.

I love creepy stories. Here's something that actually happened to me.

I graduated high school in the last half of the nineties. For our graduation celebration my friends and I wanted to do something special besides getting plastered. So we decided that we would check out a local famous house called Mudhouse Mansion. I personally didn't know much about the house's history, but I had heard it was supposedly haunted and had something to do with former slaves. We thought that was BS though since Ohio was in the north during the civil war. We had also heard that the current owner was pain about prosecuting people that went to the abandoned property. We'd even heard of her slashing people's tires so they couldn't drive off before the sheriff's officers got there.

Me and two of my friends were avid abandoned house "explorers". Basically when we found some old place that looked abandoned, we'd break in (we never broke windows or anything like that) and explore the place. Then we'd take something, like a small strip of peeling wallpaper, a piece of tile or a piece cut from the curtains. We usually tried to pick places that looked like they had been abandoned for decades. Sometimes the places were pretty bare looking, and sometimes they were furnished. One place had been used for storage or something because there were a lot of barrels with grain (maybe wheat) in them (we couldn't budge them) and boxes and laundry baskets full of baseball bats, gloves, bases, half flat basket and soccer balls, etc. At that place I took a wooden keepsake box out of the walk up attic that had old pins and a few pieces of costume jewelry, and my friends took a glove and a bat. That was the only time I really felt like I was doing something wrong, like I was breaking the law, because it was the only time i had taken something other than trash, but at the time i reasoned that no one had been there in years, so what was the harm. After that I started keeping my "souvenirs" in the box. None of that has anything to do with our trip to Mudhouse Mansion, but I wanted to give a little backstory because I know people will say I made up the story.

So we decide to go, 4 friends and I. More had said they wanted to go, but they either chickened out or had some other thing to do that night so the number went from about a dozen to five. It was fine by me since we were already risking some serious trouble if we got caught by the owner or sheriff's department. It was me, my two explorer friends Tommy and Don, Megan and Beth (names changed because it makes me feel better than giving their real names out on the internet). Beth was kind of a dark personality and not from our school but she was Don's friend and she was eager so we brought her, but I never could figure out why Megan wanted to go. She was pretty straight laced. Maybe one last wild thing before being bogged down by four more years of school.

So we pack some flashlights despite the fact that I expressed my fear of getting caught several times. We agreed to use them when we needed them but to try to keep the light covered when possible. We also took some disposable cameras....with flashes. I was certain we were gonna get caught. I thought for sure that if the owner was as vicious about people going there as I'd heard that they would certainly step up surveillance of the house during times like Halloween and Graduation when people might more likely visit.

I figured we'd go in, take some pictures, try to scare each other a bit, get unnerved and leave. That was kind of my schedule. So we drive out there, and try to find a place to pull off the road that wouldn't get us caught. But the only place was a slightly wooded spot nearly a quarter of a mile away (and I mean slightly. The area was nice houses and farms, there wasn't a lot of foliage). We agree to be pretty quiet. No one even closes their doors loud. We're all wearing dark clothes except for Don who has white socks on for some reason. I point it out and he pulls the bottom of his dark sweat down to try to cover them. And then we're off. Pretending I'm a ninja while simultaneously thinking about the mission impossible theme song we ran along the road a bit and then cut into the yard. It was hard to try to keep an eye out for any sign that we were being watched while also trying to make sure I could see the girls. Beth tripped and fell hard, but she swore she was ok to keep gong. The house itself looks so creepy. Even more so in the dead of night. For one thing it has this quality that makes you believe it's sinking.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mudhouse_Mansion

I kind of panicked when we reached the house because i had no idea how we were going to get in. The windows had boards nailed to them, and Tommy tried a few, and with my help yanking them, we got some off. Tommy and I went in first, then the girls, and then Don. I didn't get the feeling of a haunted house but it did feel creepy. For one thing, on the first floor there was water on part of the floor that caved in. I didn't know if there was a basement below or not, but with the water there we weren't going to look for one. Instead we went upstairs.

To be honest, I was feeling a little disappointed. Most of the places I had explored before had been pretty much untouched for years. But this place looked like Animal House. There was trash and beer cans and books and wet moldy blankets around. Either people had squatted here, or it was a big makeout spot. Or both. The furniture was ripped apart, either by animals or by idiots that just like to wreck things. We couldn't see much in the main room and I was very scared to use much light because there were large windows that would basically transmit our location to anyone watching. I was surprised to see that in spite of all the furniture being torn up, the bedrooms didn't look that bad.

At this point it was me, Megan and Don on the second floor and Beth and Tommy on the first floor. Beth was taking loads of pictures. As we started up to the third floor, Beth ran u to us and said that the water pooled on the first floor had gurgled and bubbled. I thought, "Here we go with the scaring each other part," but when Tommy came up soon after with a disturbed look on his face, I was kind of weirded out. We whispered in the dark for a while about what it might be and we decided that it had probably been because we were disturbing the floorboards as we walked on them and we shifted something. Tommy appeared to accept our answer and quickly perked back up, ready to explore some more. Beth didn't quite look like she bought it. Afterward she told us, "If you had heard it....if you had seen it, you wouldn't have believed that either."

We all went to the top floor which was just bedrooms. We started taking pictures and eventually worked our way back down to the second floor. Me and Tommy were using up the last of our film while Megan and Beth decided they wanted to wait and get some exterior shots to finish up their rolls. So at that point it was me and Tommy on the second floor and Don and the girls on the first floor working their way out. That's when it happened. I jumped when I heard the most bloodcurdling scream I've ever heard coming below us. It sounded like a man screaming in agony, like I imagine men scream when they get tortured with the wood shavings getting pushed under their fingernails, or worse. It was like a scream of mindless pain, as if there was no attempt to not scream or to muffle the sound. My first thought was that maybe Don had impaled himself on a large old nail or some other horrible accident.

We ran downstairs where we saw Don, Megan and Beth all wide eyed and pointing down. Not to the water but right beneath them. We scrambled to get out. Beth was first to the window, but before she was through it we heard the other thing. It's what it must have sounded like on the ground floor of the trade center towers as the building collapsed over them. I really thought the house was falling in on us. The noise was deafening, but I saw no debris and I wasn't hit by anything. We all finally got out of the house, Tommy maybe the bravest of us being the last. As we ran back to the road I looked back expecting....what? I dunno, maybe the house falling over or collapsing in on itself like in Poltergeist. But I didn't see anything. Not even a floating apparition glaring down watching us leave.

We got in the car and took off. For a couple minutes no one said anything. Once we saw the city limits sign all of a sudden we felt safe again and everyone started talking at once. Then and there we all admitted there was something wrong in that house. But a few weeks into the summer it was like people began to forget the terror of the night. Megan said that maybe the scream was an animal that we scared when we went into the house and it had tried to run away and got caught or impaled on something and was screaming in its efforts to get loose. Don thought that the whole thing was done to scare people away, maybe by the owner herself with speakers hidden in the rubble or by pranksters who apparently would have nothing better to do than rig up a very realistic sounding system to fool people that entered the house. Tommy even wanted to get a video camera and go back and check every inch of the place. If he ever did, I never knew about it. I lost touch with him when I went to college. Only Beth shared my sentiments about the house being very wrong and that people should not go in there. I've never seen abandoned properties the same way and I certainly never explored them again, though perhaps I may in the future, with several people along....in broad daylight...

There's a kicker to the story of sorts. When we first got to the house, Beth and Tommy both took a few exterior shots of the house before I whisper yelled telling them to wait till we were finished because we didn't want to flash to give us away till we were leaving. The thing is we had 6 disposable cameras. We had all kicked in a few bucks and each got one but Don who wasn't interested in taking pictures. When Beth and Megan ran out of their first camera they used the two spares. In our haste to depart we never did take more exterior shots of the house. Of all six cameras, none of the interior shots developed anything beyond a bright smudgey blur in the middle surrounded by a dark periphery. Of all those pictures, only the first few exterior shots had turned out. They showed nothing spooky, and I don't have them or I'd put them up for you. I can't explain why none of the other pictures turned out. It can't just be because they were in the house because I have seen interior pictures since then.

That scream and that night was easily the most terrifying thing I've ever been witness to. The fact that three of the people that were involved seem to downplay what we encountered simply baffles me. Maybe they really believe it, or maybe it's just their way of coping. Anyway, that's my tale. If you don't believe it, that's ok. I really don't have evidence so I can understand skepticism.

Oh, and here's the place, from the wikipedia page.

 

[McNei1y]

When I was about 8, my friend and I were sitting on a playground waiting for our parents to stop talking to eachother. It was about 7-8pm in the fall so it was pretty dark out. We were sitting on the chips, facing eachother just talking bullshit. Out of nowhere some beam of light traveled between us. We both saw it and we both had no idea what just happened. We saw it appear 5 feet away from us and then quickly shot between us and disappeared. We both ran immediately to our parents. I still have no explanation or idea what that could have been.

 

[OatmealMu]

is that undertakers evil twin

The Overgiver.

 

[Volimar]

The Overgiver.

 

[Razgriz-Specter]

A neighbor across the street used to sing at night all the time(like 8-9pm) you could clearly hear her.
We continued to hear it and not notice anything unusual, one day a family member of that neighbor went to visit and discovered she had been dead for a long while(It was like a week or two)
(someone else told us it was suicide).

After that they cleared the house out and everything but we continued to hear that singing every once in a while along with a few random things that started happining at are house the day after she supposedly died.
It couldn't have come from a different house because ours were alone at the end of the street in a pretty remote area, also nobody else ever moved in.

 

[PSYGN]

I had trouble sleeping one night for no reason I could remember. And right as I was about to sleep I heard a deafeningly loud crunching sound, as if a giant tree snapped in half right next to me, but was as if the crunch was "wrapped" in the sound and time length of a shot from shotgun.

But later I read it was just an auditory hallucination.

 

[PadWarrior]

Here's one my dad me about when he was a kid;

So one afternoon he's walking in the woods (think he was taking a shortcut from someplace and saw a man who ran a candy shop in his neighborhood. He said hi and the man nodded back in approval. He gets home and tells his mom that he saw him in the woods. His mom goes, that's not possible, he died this morning.

 

[Lionel Mandrake]

Earlier this year...

I was on a road trip with three friends down through Florida to visit a mutual friend that had moved there recently. We got mildly off-course and ended up getting off the interstate. The GPS redirected us to a road in the middle of nowhere. We debated turning back, but we scanned ahead and we would eventually wind up at the right destination at roughly the same time. We were sick of looking at interstate anyway.

The driver swaps out with me, because he's getting pretty tired and I just keep following the GPS. We end up in the country, near a prison well-after midnight. And there's just a guy standing there at the stop sign. He's wearing a white jumpsuit and he's just looking at us like "What the fuck are you guys doing here?" We take off, joking about how the guy was an escaped inmate, but ultimately assuming he was just someone who worked at the prison and was waiting for someone to pick him up. Whatever, it was something to break up the monotony, since by now we had been driving for about 8 hours.

We go past the prison, through a few more country roads and then we find ourselves on a long stretch of highway through a wide grove of trees. This road goes on for miles. It's like 2:00 AM now, and the guys in the back are passed out asleep. We're listening to Coast to Coast AM, because it was the only station we could get with any consistency and it was good for a few laughs. I just keep driving down this stretch of road. It's completely straight and flat. The straightest/flattest road I've ever driven on, and there are no other cars. So after a few minutes, I notice this red light up ahead. At first I think I must be catching up on a car, which was something of a relief after not seeing anyone for a long stretch of time.

But it doesn't get any closer or farther away. It seems to drift back and forth over the road. I'm watching it, but I don't mention what I'm seeing. Finally my friend in the passenger seat asks, "What the hell is that thing?" I'm glad I'm not the only one confused by it.

"Fuck it, I'm finding out," I say. I hit the gas and I'm going well over 80 mph. We can't seem to make any difference. The red light stays precisely where it is. We become obsessed. Maybe it's a stoplight, we discuss. And since the road is so flat, straight, and empty we could see it for miles. But we can't really reason it out, because I was driving so fast for so long, and the light didn't look any different. At one point I just stopped the car in the middle of the road, and the light just bobbed around above the road, back and forth before settling in the middle of the road. Still the same distance.

I keep going, and after about fifteen minutes of driving, the light disappears. Having never gotten any farther or closer to our car. But as we drive past this one spot, we find what looks like metal shrapnel all over the road. I have to slow down and navigate around it. It most likely had nothing to do with the light. At that point we started saying we were on the road to Hell and that we were certainly going to die. After another ten minutes or so we finally see signs of civilization.

So yeah. No idea what that shit was about. Fucking Florida, man.

 

[Volimar]

I had trouble sleeping one night for no reason I could remember. And right as I was about to sleep I heard a deafeningly loud crunching sound, as if a giant tree snapped in half right next to me, but was as if the crunch was "wrapped" in the sound and time length of a shot from shotgun.

But later I read it was just an auditory hallucination.

What if the sound was real, and what you read was just a visual hallucination?

 

[Ozzy Onya A2Z]

This felt spooky as hell...

When I was a kid we were holidaying in Bora Bora and took a boat out to a diving reef/underwater sandbar type snorkelling adventure, you duck dive about 10-15 feet down to the floor seeing starfish etc. The sort you take a boat out for 30 mins off shore. Anyhow after some time dad and I are taking a rest just floating, mouth pieces out and having a quick chat...drifting without realising because we're way out in the ocean.

Finally we decide to put our mouth pieces back in and go back to snorkelling only to be over complete blackness! I mean zero, just total black underfoot. It felt like you were being sucked underwater with no escape and simultaneously feeling like something was rising up at you. I have never swam so fast back to a boat.

Something like this but we were up at the surface and unaware of drifting off the sandbar over the deep black:

Not a spooky story as such but I certainly felt something otherworldly down there. Still gives me chills thinking about it to this day.

 

[Natiko]

When I was a young child I lived with my mom, grandma, and great grandpa. My great grandpa died in his sleep in his room one day, but for a long time after I would go in his room and still talk to him - holding full conversations. My family would come and ask what I was doing and I'd just tell them I was talking to pawpaw. I was young enough to where I don't have a clear memory of this all, only vague bits and pieces, but my family has recounted it to me several times.

 

[Anteater]

I always thought I was an alien as a kid since I ALWAYS saw these bad boys:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater

I remember asking what they are when I was little and my parents never did answer me and they thought I was making shit up so I never really care to continue asking them, I never knew there are people who don't see those

 

[Kenai]

I'm not sure if it's really spooky but it's something I've always tried to look for an answer to and never found.

Back in middle school I was waiting at the bus stop. It was still pretty dark out since it was January and 5 something in the morning (yay first stop on the bus route). The two other kids who had the same bus stop lived much closer to it, and were leaving their house to walk over. I waved to them , then looked a little further up into the sky like I still kind of do. I saw a shooting star streak down. I was like "neat!" cause I'd never seen one before. But then my eyes went wide when the shooting star proceeded to curve back up into the sky, like a cross between a checkmark and a u, then disappear. All of this happened in 3-4 seconds.

It was too wide of a curve to be from "hitting" something and ricocheting back up (and there was really nothing there to hit, clear winter sky and it did not fall far enough to hit anything near the ground), and because the other two kids had their backs to it they didn't see it.

Still have no clue what it could have been,

 

[OatmealMu]

Ooh, I've got one.

Every once in a while a loud, hollow popping sound emanates from the bedroom closet. It sounds like the lid of a Rubbermaid container adjusting to... I dunno, air pressure changes? That's one theory, anyway. What I really think is happening is that the house was built over an ancient Rubbermaid burial ground. The angry spirits are telling me to stop using plastic wrap to cover food when other, better alternatives exist.

 

[akira28]

Hahah that guy who saw the flaming man and was chased across the warehouse by him should show up and share that story. That was some serious MFW?! territory.

 

[Foghorn Leghorn]

Welp. No sleep tonight. I'll go ahead and repost something I posted in the old unexplained stories thread.



Oh, and here's the place, from the wikipedia page.

Omg. I just lost my whole post. I'll have to retype it some other time. The scream part reminded me of a funny story.

 

[profit]

As a kid I used to see shit at night without any sort of sleep paralysis. I slept with my head under the blankets in pools of my own sweat just because I didn't want to see the man outside of the window.

Kids imaginations are crazy.

I used to do this, but only with my blanket covering my neck, you know so the vampires couldn't bite my neck.

Now as an adult I still sleep like this out of habit.

 

[Chabbles]

I was awoken about 4am today after a hand grabbed my left ankle and viciously tried to yank me out of bed (seriously).. i was obviously dreaming... right ?

Do you share a bed?

EXcellent imagery!

 

[drugstore_cowboy]

I had a dream about visiting a dusty old shop with small boxes piled high at the windows, it felt like a toy shop but not one I'd ever remembered visiting. Quiet, eerie and had a yellow glow inside.

Next morning my cousin and his girlfriend dropped by to see if I wanted to come out for a drive as he'd got something in the boot of the car we could fuck about with over the weekend, said yeah and we drove out to Luton, a good 25 miles away. Driving down a back street I said to him this all looks familiar and reminds me of the dream and I described the shop. Both he and his gf looked at me like I'd gone crackers until we turned a corner and there it was. A model shop with yellow cellophane over the windows and the boxes. We were stunned.

Turned out he needed a part for a helicopter. I had to go into the shop out of curiosity, was almost exactly how I expected but it made me feel giddy, nervous and sick.

Why couldn't it have been the fucking lottery numbers?

 

[vort3x]

My dad has seen ghosts, I haven't yet. I do have a few weird experiences.

About 10 years ago I was seeing this girl for awhile. Her grandma had gone on vacation and wanted us to house sit for her and watch her dog. Her grandfather had passed away a long long time ago and I had only seen what he looked like when he was in his 30's. So one night I'm sleeping over at the house and have a dream about some man yelling at me really loud asking where his cane was. It was scary enough that I jumped out of bed with a yell covered in sweat. My ex wakes up and I tell her exactly what happened, after I described the man I saw she says that it sounds like her grandpa but he never had a cane. So we finally go back to sleep and next morning oddly enough is when her grandma is coming back. Later during the day my ex tells her about the dream and grandma turns white as a ghost and just gets really depressed. We both look at each other like wtf? Grandma then proceeds to tell us that she actually gave away Grandpa's cane to her friend that needed it, right before going on vacation. He only used it during the last year of his life. I just about shit myself. Told her apparently he wants it back so yeah...

So after a few months I'm sleeping over same house again house sitting with my ex, I don't know why. I had a dream about a little blonde boy with piercing baby blue eyes just staring at me like looking into my soul staring. Freaked me out. Guess what? Yup that was her Grandpa when he was a little boy. She pulled out a family album and there he was just as I saw him. I had never seen his pictures before. Never went back there again.

 

[GameAddict411]

three days ago i felt someone blowing at the back of my neck when i was sleeping in the middle of the night(no light), no one shares my bed and the windows were closed. i couldn't sleep until dawn.

 

[neorej]

I've had strong senses of deja-vu. They come and go, but one time I managed to realize it was a deja vu and I said the words my dad was about to say. Scared the shit out of me and my dad.

 

[bengraven]

I've talked about it before:

I woke up the next morning covered from head to toe in tiny, bloody scratches. I analyzed it from every angle. Did I do it myself? I tried to cut myself with my fingernails and couldn't do it (I had just cut my nails the day before), plus there were scratches in places I couldn't reach. Did something sharp in the bed like a tack from my wall roll around under me during the night? There was nothing in my my bed or on my floor that would have caused that deep of scratches. Plus, they looked kind of like patterns.

 

[rasberryjam]

My fiance sometimes thinks she hears/sees things and I'm always that guy who goes to check it out and say, "See? Nothing."

Needless to say, I'll be the first to die.

 

[moggio]

My dad has seen ghosts, I haven't yet. I do have a few weird experiences.

Hate to break it to you, but ghosts don't exist.

He's probably just having a psychotic episode.

 

[Kingbrave]

One of the plot points involves a woman waking up with large bruises around her body. Though not as dramatic, I've also been waking up to unusual scratches, scrapes, and bruises in various locations since watching the film. "

I have seizures sometimes when I'm asleep. I wake up with bruises and scratches.Not that I'm saying that;s whats happening, but it's herpes...
Anyone experience something weird (similar or otherwise) and found no way to rationalize it?

 

[AlteredForms]

Most of the stories in this thread involve ghosts not knowing they had departed this world. Not that I am mocking of course, I too am a superstitious man. What things lurk in the dark corners of the Earth?

 

[raindoc]

couple of years ago I was lying in my bed late at night. had to get up at 5am, but at 2am I was still rolling in my sheets, half-awake. although dead-tired, I could not sleep for no good reason, which is rather unusual for me.
Then I heard something crackling.
Then I heard my neighbour moaning.

Motherfucker had set fire to his apartment in the middle of the night. He didn't make it, but thankfully noone else was hurt and the building itself wasn't damaged.
Last week something similiar happened in vienna. noone noticed, a wall collapsed, a neighbour died.
I'm not superstituous, but whatever kept me from falling asleep that night potentially saved lives.

 

[hospitaldriver]

I moved in with my other half last year and a few weird things have happened since.

Probably a week or so after moving, we were both in bed just nodding off and there is this massive bang on the bedroom door as though something had jumped into it. Waking us both up I was cursing what I thought was one of our cats who we didn't allow to run riot in the house over night. I head downstairs, all the doors were shut, cats are both sleeping, and no windows in the house are open.
I head back to bed, double check the house is secure again, and joke with my gf that we've bought a haunted house. We both laugh it off and go back to sleep.

An hour or so later, bang! The exact same thing happens. Again I go do my checks, nothing amiss.

9 months or so pass without incident until 6 weeks ago when we have both been out for the day together. I head upstairs to change and the loft hatch is open. To open this requires effort and neither of us have been up there since we moved in. Heading up there to check I find nothing out of the ordinary. This has happened another couple of times since.

I've also noticed the guest bedroom light seems to be on at times when no one has had cause to go in there for days.
Not really sure what to chalk it down to. Wouldn't say the house has an odd atmosphere either

 

[Exotoro]

couple of years ago I was lying in my bed late at night. had to get up at 5am, but at 2am I was still rolling in my sheets, half-awake. although dead-tired, I could not sleep for no good reason, which is rather unusual for me.
Then I heard something crackling.
Then I heard my neighbour moaning.

Motherfucker had set fire to his apartment in the middle of the night. He didn't make it, but thankfully noone else was hurt and the building itself wasn't damaged.
Last week something similiar happened in vienna. noone noticed, a wall collapsed, a neighbour died.
I'm not superstituous, but whatever kept me from falling asleep that night potentially saved lives.

how many dead neighbors have you had?

 

[SyaraSystem]

About once or twice a year, I'll wake up with a giagantic welt or scabbed-over wound that spans the length of my left forearm. There's never been any trace of blood or stain on my sheets. Just a long freaking scar. No clue what's going on.

 

[Guru-Guru]

Sleep paralysis was the scariest thing I have ever experienced. Of course it does not fit under unexplainable, but I didn't even know such a thing existed before it happened to me and I eventually googled it. The experience was something I will never forget...I woke up one night, looked at my alarm (which I keep near the foot of my bed) and saw it was only 4:00am. I try to move, then realize I am unable to. Out of the corner I see a shadowy creature that is smiling at me, and is slowly approaching my bed. I can't see the figure completely, as my eyes are open, but I can just move my eyes a little.This part literally felt like 30 minutes, although it would only take 5 seconds for someone to cover the distance between the door and my bed. I want to run away, of course, but my body will not move, no matter how hard I try. Finally the creature gets in my bed and lies beside me. Then it starts squeezing me, while giving out an eerie laugh, and I start to feel like I am choking to death.

At last I actually "wake up." I couldn't sleep the rest of that night, needless to say. It was the weirdest sensation both being awake, but hallucinating some shadowy figure messing with me. Seems pretty common with sleep paralysis though.

 

[vikki]

I guess this one is a little weird, but nothing tops my UFO story for me.

Me and an Ex had moved into an apartment in an old house in the historical district of the city I grew up in (420 Pleasant St. what what?)

Spoiler

I don't smoke

. One night as both of us are dozing off around 11:30 at night we hear this shriek that came from the corridor near the bathroom and the entrance to the apartment. We both get out of bed to see wtf it was and see one of our cats just sitting near a window, where the moonlight was coming through so he was illuminated, staring up at absolutely nothing. It was like he was looking down the short hallway, but up at something, just staring. We checked and nothing was there. Before anyone suggests that it was the cat moaning, it sounded like a loud human shriek/scream. That's the only strange thing that happened in that apartment, but it never really affected me living there.

 

[raindoc]

how many dead neighbors have you had?

Just the one.

 

[stilgar]

Hate to break it to you, but ghosts don't exist.

He's probably just having a psychotic episode.

Did you even read the thread title?



My turn :

Cousins of mine were living in a XIXth century castle, in the North of France. It wasn't a charming house, more like a creepy mansion. They witnessed a few crazy things. And it wasn't just the children : the father, who was the most down-to-earth, I'-don't-buy-your-bullshit man you can imagine, and his wife had their share of very disturbing experiences. Here are a few I can clearly remember:

The daughter was woken up by a stepping sound in the middle of the night. She went to the corridor. There she found her grandmother, calmly waiting for her. She rushed to her room and locked the door : the old lady was dead for a couple of years.

The dad used to explain us how, very regularly, he stayed alone late to read books or watch TV in the big, old living-room. And very regularly, the shadows of very mundane objects, like lamps, would start to move to circle, to flick...

In the same livign room, the mother was sitting in on a chair, and looked at the garden through the window. She saw somebody do the gardening...which was odd, because neither of her two daughters, nor her husband were home. She looked closely. It was her. She was looking at herself, in the garden.

Again, they didn't told these stories while we were in the dark with a few torches, in an attempt to spook us: they told these more than once, very casually. It was part of their life.

 

[BraXzy]

I always thought I was an alien as a kid since I ALWAYS saw these bad boys:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater

I got one of them as a kid, but that's because whilst playing with an elastic luggage strap

Spoiler

as you do

, it pinged back at me from full stretch and the metal hook hit me square in the eye.

 

[crimsonheadGCN]

When I was 7, my neighbors kicked me out of their house (even though they were suppose to be watching me) and I was forced to wait outside my parents house for most of the night till they came home. During that time, I saw a red light in the basement and it seemed to be constantly moving around from room to room.

 

[suplex]

When I was 12, spending the day at my grandparents house, I was bored as shit just staring out the window at the tree in the front yard, when I heard the loudest noise I've ever heard in my life. I go outside and it turns out lightning struck the huge tree, splitting it in half about two thirds of the way down. Thing is, there wasn't a storm, it wasn't raining, there was barely even a cloud in the sky. It was a beautiful sunny day.

 

[J-Rod]

I guess it was an unusual case of sleepwalking, but I'll never forget what I saw.

I used to live in a two story house. My bedroom was in a corner on the 2nd floor. In the opposite corner on the bottom floor there was a den where I would watch tv with my aunt (usually mash 4077 reruns). I often fell asleep on the couch there, and would either sleep there until morning or get up in the middle of the night and go to my bed.

One night I woke up, so I wrapped myself in the blanket I was using and started towards my own bed. I walked through the den, through the living room, and through the foyer until I reached the stairs. My aunts bedroom was beneath the staircase and my mother's was at the top, so I always made sure to be quiet when going up them at night. I walked up carefully, stepping on the far edges because that made them creak less. When I got to the top, I peaked into my mother's room to make sure I didn't wake her. What I saw, at the foot of her bed, looked like some demonic creature.

It was small, about 3 feet. Skin was a burnt orange color. Eye were buggy. Had a face like a canine, but it had no hair. It's forearms were pressed against its chest, palms open and facing upward. It's head and gaze was tilted upward as well, and it moved in a circle. It wasn't a shadowy figure I saw in the corner of my eye. It looked as real and as solid as my hand in front of my face.

Probably the most afraid I've ever been in my life. I screamed like a girl and ran to my brothers room, waking the whole house. Didn't sleep for a long time afterwards. I assume it was sleepwalking, although I felt conscious the whole time, but it scared the shit out of me none the less.

 

[lordfuzzybutt]

When my ex and I went on a winter trip to this town, we booked a room in an old French mansion. There was no other guest in the mansion except for a housekeeper, but she sleeps outside, in a small hut near the gate.

Late that first night, at 3 am, the light suddenly turned on while we were in bed and then there was this water dripping sound coming from the next room. ( this next room is the guest room and it connects to my room with a door, which is locked from both sides )

Early that morning, I asked the housekeeper about it ( light turning on and the sound ), she just denied everything and said I was saying nonsense.

We moved to another hotel and asked around. One of them said that mansion was kinda famous, and that was just the ghost of its previous owner. They call it the "early waker" ghost, and that he just wakes up at 3 am everyday and then makes tea.

I don't believed it though, but my ex was scared out of her mind.

 

[PadWarrior]

I guess it was an unusual case of sleepwalking, but I'll never forget what I saw.

I used to live in a two story house. My bedroom was in a corner on the 2nd floor. In the opposite corner on the bottom floor there was a den where I would watch tv with my aunt (usually mash 4077 reruns). I often fell asleep on the couch there, and would either sleep there until morning or get up in the middle of the night and go to my bed.

One night I woke up, so I wrapped myself in the blanket I was using and started towards my own bed. I walked through the den, through the living room, and through the foyer until I reached the stairs. My aunts bedroom was beneath the staircase and my mother's was at the top, so I always made sure to be quiet when going up them at night. I walked up carefully, stepping on the far edges because that made them creak less. When I got to the top, I peaked into my mother's room to make sure I didn't wake her. What I saw, at the foot of her bed, looked like some demonic creature.

It was small, about 3 feet. Skin was a burnt orange color. Eye were buggy. Had a face like a canine, but it had no hair. It's forearms were pressed against its chest, palms open and facing upward. It's head and gaze was tilted upward as well, and it moved in a circle. It wasn't a shadowy figure I saw in the corner of my eye. It looked as real and as solid as my hand in front of my face.

Probably the most afraid I've ever been in my life. I screamed like a girl and ran to my brothers room, waking the whole house. Didn't sleep for a long time afterwards. I assume it was sleepwalking, although I felt conscious the whole time, but it scared the shit out of me none the less.

Geez, did you ever tell them what you saw? How did they respond?

 

[AkuMifune]

Nothing. Ever. Even when I've locked myself in haunted houses and spent nights alone in weird places.

I think I just want it too much, so I get ignored.

 

[J-Rod]

Geez, did you ever tell them what you saw? How did they respond?

Yeah, I had to tell them because everyone was in a panic wondering what the fuck was going on. They thought someone had broke in and was murdering me or something. I didn't go into detail, just said I saw a demon. They thought I had dreamed it or imagined it. I probably would too if a 12-13 year old woke me up yelling in the night.