These are creepy scary stories.
These ghosts stories are from Reddit and many of them are reported to be real life ghost stories.
One day a girl was walking home late night after work or something.
It was dark and around midnight.
She lived an apartment where they had an elevator.
He apologized for scaring her and asked which floor she is heading to, without making eye contact.
She told him out of fear and the man casually press the button and the one below.
2.Something was wearing her skin.Daddy, I had a bad dream.
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows.
Your clock glows red in the darknessits 3:23.
Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully.
it’s possible for you to barely make out your daughters pale form in the darkness of your room.
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you cant take your eyes off of your daughter.
The covers behind you begin to shift.
When the guard came in, he shouted: Thats the old man!!
pointing at a picture of my grandfather.
My entire family froze for a minute.
We didnt think anything of it and shouted for whoever was outside our door to come in.
I opened the door and stared into an empty hallway.
So here I am, a young boy who awoke in the middle of the night.
I am currently sharing a bunk bed with my brother, and I am on the top bunk.
The woman was slender, which threw me off guard because my mom is obese.
I yelled out mom?
To the person dusting the counter, and the person turned around.
It was not my mom, but some older woman.
Suddenly, she shrieks, and her face becomes severely deformed.
It said: Do not be afraid.
The text slowly faded, and no one else saw it.
As a young boy, this was, and still is, extremely terrifying to me.
6.Playing hide and seek with Alli.I still have fresh memories of this.
When I was very young, about three or four, I remember having a friend named Alli.
Alli lived with me and I would play hide and seek with her in the back yard.
Alli was a year older than me.
Alli loved my mom but wouldnt stay long enough to meet her.
Well one night Alli told me she had to leave, so she did.
Never heard from her again.
But I still remember everything about Alli, and I refuse to believe it was all pretend.
One morning, they ran downstairs for breakfast as they usually do.
As my uncle was getting their food ready, one pointed to the fridge and said thats him!
My uncle, not thinking much of it, said who?
They were pointing at a picture of my grandfather that they never got to meet.
My cousin responded The man that comes and talks to us at night until we fall asleep sometimes!
This old rose garden was apparently under a newer wing of the home.
Fuck that, I would never do my rounds alone when it happened, it was terrifying!
I was not the only person this happened to, either.
It was a regular occurrence.
My sister and my mom were painting the upstairs walls as we got the house to get ready.
I was downstairs packing up things into boxes.
She asks me to come upstairs.
On the wall in between them, for no apparent reason, this writing appeared.
Problem is, the handprint is too big for any of us three to make it.
I still have no explanation to this day of what it means.
He would answer and it was this hellish sounding noise.
Like static mixed with screams.
He changed his cell number after a month of this and it stopped.
Then after a week or so it began again.
The exact same noise.
Finally one day he decided to back dial the call.
It was an old man that had no clue what he was talking about.
Still, the calls persisted.
If he didnt answer, it would call a few more times.
No messages were left.
He decided to say screw it.
Ended his contract with his phone company, switched to a new one and then got another new number.
You guessed it, the screaming static calls continued after a short delay.
By this time he was terrified every night.
Unsure why this was happening.
He back dialed the number again and got a different person.
Around this time he lost his job and his phone.
The calls stopped of course.
His phone was disconnected now.
So one day my mom asks me to listen to this weird message she got on our home phone.
It was the static screaming.
We showed my brother and he was freaking out.
He back dialed the number again and it said the number was disconnected this time.
Never heard from it again after that.
Anyway, every night at 3am her phone would ring.
Eventually she just got rid of the phone.
In any case, I recall this stopping.
A man knocked on her door and she opened her main door but kept her screen door locked.
He said he was from the gas company and wanted to talk to her parents.
My teacher ran to hide in a clothes hamper in her parents closet.
She said she sat there for about 10 minutes before the police arrived.
Thank god a neighbor saw everything and called the police or she probably would be dead.
Also to put the cherry on the freaking creepy sundae, they found the intruder hiding in the attic.
Shethenwoke up and said she thought she saw someone at the end of the bed.
My girlfriend then woke me up.
I had been dreaming the exact same thing that she did, and said the exact same thing.
When my friend and his little brother were younger they shared a bedroom.
So, to keep an eye on him overnight when his parents couldnt, they shared a bedroom.
Its all still pretty unsettling to me.
He attributed this to bad memory at the time.
The group drove home, laughing and talking like normal.
After he had dropped all the others off at their homes, he went back to his own house.
What he saw was tiny, baby sized handprints all over the windows.
16.My friend called me after she passed away.True story.
I immediately became alert and awake and answered the phone very curious.
I said hello a few times but all I could hear was very loud static for about 30 seconds.
Eventually, the call ended.
Come to find out the remaining family was away in Miami.
17.A ghost haunted the hotel room.A man goes to a bed and breakfast.
The man goes to his room, drops off his things, but then is bored.
He tries the door and its locked.
He wonders why the owner would even bother warning him about this room since its locked anyway.
He peeks through the keyhole, and the room beyond isnt actually being repaired.
The man stands up again, creeped out.
Just to ensure he wasnt imagining things, he bends down and looks through the keyhole again.
Weirded out, the man goes to bed.
The owner sighs and says, Truthfully?
After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing.
Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night.
He approached, and found the door ajar.
The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning.
Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred.
Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable.
Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.
19.He saw a shadowy figure he couldnt explain.My house was built in 1904.
It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation.
I have been living here for about 12 years.
This happened to my brother.
His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons.
Everyone was outside sitting in my brothers truck waiting for him.
He made the decision to go back.
My brother answered, What do you mean?
He went to work early tonight he is already gone, do you see his car anywhere?
The next question they asked, So then who was walking behind you when you were leaving the house?
Periodically, at random times.
The screen would flicker and my Ipods volume would adjust either up or down.
I never thought anything of this, until it continued to do so only in that house.
Eventually I just said whatever, if it likes the song it likes the song.
However, inside this house I had constant issues.
Feeling fear strike my heart and listening to the beat of my now panicked state…
I would try and move, to wake up and see what is happening.
Not even my finger tips would move…
Completely conscious and able to see silhouettes… Real tall and slender this guy.
After which, I immediately fall back asleep with a thud.
Anyways, to this day.
I swear that thing was an ET.
Because I saw it multiple times throughout my life.
Once standing in the kitchen window, which was 8 ft off the ground.
That particular night, and in the first house I ever lived.
I used to see him in my bedroom window and he would talk to me.
Scariest shit I have experience.
Ended when I moved out of the last house.
I am now 21.
At the same time, there was an entire nursing homes worth of old people staying in the church.
My friend, his family, and myself all shared one room together.
One night during the storm, my friend and I made a trip to the bathroom.
The lights had since gone out (middle of a hurricane and all).
The church had a musty, eerie feel to it.
Kind of like when you turn out the ac in a house for a few days.
The area surrounding the church was also dead quiet, since there was no electricity in the area.
The bathroom was several halls over from our room.
So, we grabbed our flashlights and set out.
Now, this hall was incredibly long.
So we could make him out, but we couldnt really see all his facial features, etc.
Once we grasped what we saw, we turned and looked at each other, semi-freaked out.
Then, we shined our flashlights back to where he was, and there was nothing there.
It was as if he vanished.
No signs, no sound…. nothing.
Needless to say, we hauled ass back to the room.
22.I heard phantom footsteps running toward me.Okay.
This happened to me when I was a junior in high school.
It was December and it had just started snowing, that evening.
We were writing our cases and as usual, at each others throats over the details of the cases.
It was a stressful, tense evening.
We finally finished our cases at about 3am.
Then, we went to my room for the night.
No big deal, probably my parents, I think.
Then, we hear the front door open.
I told her, I bet mom woke up and wanted some fresh air.
I really thought thats what it was.
Until we heard incredibly heavy foot steps in my living room, headed for my room.
They were NOT anyone in my familys foot steps.
We grabbed each others hands, out of fear, and my bedroom door flew open.
We both looked at the door.
We ran to the bathroom thats connected to my room.
I closed/ locked the door and stood against it.
We obviously startled my parents awake.
They said neither of them had gotten up.
My dad grabbed his gun and looked outside.
No tracks in the snow, anywhere around our house.
23.She had marks across her neck.My brother once lived in a flat in down town Mt.
Nowadays it has some run-down parts, this is where my brother rented his flat.
It was a giant old raggedy house which was now separated into multiple odd apartments.
He admitted that he thought his house was haunted and that the ghost had a crush on him.
Never anything violent or disturbing, just odd things.
Later on he starts dating his future ex-wife.
She starts coming around and he notices that the oddities begin to increase.
Now, hes freaked out but doesnt want to scare his girlfriend from coming over his place.
A few nights later, theyre both sleeping and he wakes up to his girlfriend screaming.
He looks over and shes sleeping but thrashing around holding onto her neck.
Still, kinda fucked up though.
25.My dead grandfather played with my baby.My daughter was born with mild tracheomalacia (soft wind pipe).
Fast forward to when she was about 4 months old and fast asleep in her crib one evening.
Her older brother had the stomach flu that day and had been throwing up.
We thought the baby hadnt caught it.
By the time we got to her, she had fallen earily quiet again.
Even after we picked her up and cleared her mouth, she continued to gasp.
She turned blue, then grey as I drove with her quickly to the ER.
She had partially recovered by the time we got there.
They gave her o2, chest xray, then a clean bill and we left.
My husband and I talked briefly about what would have happened had the baby not cried out so loudly.
Would we have reacted so quickly?
Would she have recovered?
Im in and out of sleep myself because I kept checking her.
When he was alive, he was not the most involved grand dad.
But, when he met my husband (my boyfriend at the time) they had an instant connection.
He loved my husband dearly.
Anyway, I see him out in the hall this night.
He is just standing there in khakis and a polo with his hands in his pockets.
26.The television turned off when he entered the room.My friend told me a story his Dad told him.
One day he walked in the front door and the TV was on and instantly turned off.
He stood in the doorway for a second, turned around and walked away.
He didnt go back into the house until his parents came home.
27.I heard whispering all throughout the house.This is a story I do not often tell.
When I was a child, I was scared of the dark.
I swore to my mother I heard voices in it.
They were not evil, but they were not familiar and so they scared me.
She figured they were just bumps in the night and typical kids nightmare material.
It was an added bonus that the bathroom was directly outside of her bedroom door for my late-night tinkles.
On one such night, around Christmas, I awoke and felt the need to relieve myself.
The light had no other source, it was by itself, and I was transfixed by it.
IT WAS SANTA!!!
How else could he get into my house to know I was being a good boy.
Thats when I heard him.
A very strong, masculine voice.
Different from the first.
Go back up those stairs.
The dry sink in my living room had fallen from the wall.
My mother could not explain it!
My father was worried we had been the victims of a home invasion.
My sister was crying.
Something down there had GRABBED IT AND THREW IT DOWN.
That was what the bang was.
After that day I never heard a single voice again.
After this, I had never heard another whisper again.
that had stopped me from going down those stairs.
This happened when I was 7 (or 7 and a half!
as I liked to say at the time).
I am 20 years old now, and because of this incident I am still afraid of the dark.
Everything seemed normal until he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.
It went away after a few minutes and my dad went back to sleep.
The floors which had the greatest reputation for being haunted were the 2nd and 5th floors.
My room was on the 5th.
My suitemate was from Cairo.
Really fun ladies, it was a great year.
She hears me walk in and says, Oh, $MYNAME, Im so glad youre here!
While I was in the bathroom, the door opened by itself!
I walk into the bathroom.
The curtain over the bathroom is drawn closed, so I peek under it.
Sure enough, the window is open about an inch.
I figure it mustve been a draft.
My roommate is greatly relieved and says something to the effect of, Whew!
Im so glad to hear that!
Total time transpired: about 20 seconds.
The curtain, which had previously been closed, was now open.
Just as if someone had been sitting in the window.
I looked at that for about 30 seconds.
Turned out the light.
Went to bed, contacts and all.
The city we where in had this special place called the Ghost Trestle.
He was pumped and rushed through the rest of the college ghost hunt.
Also on fire was the horse stables.
Well we show up and of course to our luck there is a train coming.
We all freaked out and got pumped while the Medium Chris Fleming attempted to communicate.
We were all taking pictures and began to experience weird technological failures.
My camera which was my own began flashing and taking multiple pictures.
same thing was occurring with our disposable camera Chris Flemings assistant had.
He (Chris) believed it to be the spirit of the little boy.
It seemed like it was playing hide and seek.
Until this night when we had a real professional experience the same thing we all did.
Fast forward to a year or two after this event.
I came to this same place for the first time since the night we went with Chris Flemming.
This time it was just me and my then GF.
I parked under the bridge turned off the car and lights and took the key out of the ignition.
We were joking together about how we were getting to old for this stuff.
The fire just went out, completely extinguished, as in no more flame.
The embers were still there emitting heat, but the flame was gone.
My brother and I looked at each other then back at the fire pit.
A few seconds go by then the fire re-ignites to level it was at before it went out.
We are totally confused and we just start screaming for the guys to come check out what happened.
32.The time Grandma came to say goodbye.My paternal grandmother died when I was six.
I lived in NY.
She lived in PA.
I met her maybe twice.
My father had an easy chair in one corner for reading.
I sat in the chair.
On the opposite wall was my fathers closet.
It opened, and Grandma came out and stood about six feet away.
I went back to my room.
About two hours later, about 6am, the phone rings.
It was a call from PA that Gramma Catherine had died in her sleep.
My mother came to wake me up to tell me, and I said, I know.
What do you mean?
She came to say goodbye last night.
And I never did.
33.You didnt hear that little girl singing?This happened my senior year of college, Christmas break 2006.
He was gone for three days and had a huge piece of land in the middle of nowhere.
I invited my GF at the time.
He had horses and fishing and a gator to ride around on, etc., etc.
She keeps barking at the back door.
After a while we start to get a little creeped out.
I keep saying its probably an animal and well be fine.
So, just an animal, no worries.
but by this time, were pretty spooked.
I dont say anything, hoping that my mind is playing tricks on me.
My GF says, Lets get the fuck outta here.
I say, Why?
she says, You didnt hear that little girl singing?
OK, lets get the fuck out.
We got the fuck out.
I even called someone to talk to me while we walked out to my car.
Next morning, went to clean up the house and such.
Most scared Ive ever been.
34.Get out.So, this happened last summer (2 summers ago now).
We have an old Mercury Grand Marquis that my dad had wanted to buy for years.
The owner would never sell it, even though it was just left sitting there.
So, this cars radio didnt work, and it would only be static if it was on.
I know it wasnt my friend, because he was talking to me.
So, we continued conversation and I got to his house about 5 minutes later.
He said he heard the exact same thing I did, and I was freaked the fuck out.
This sounds like such a made-up story, but I really wish it was.
Safe to say I havent driven that car since.
35.I forgot to tell you about George.I worked the graveyard shift in a hospital kitchen about five years ago.
Every time I went into the dish room, something would be moved, turned over, or missing.
Assuming it was my coworker, I didnt think anything of it.
About a week later, my coworker leaves, and Im left on my own.
Every night, I would hear carts being moved around, dishes being put away, and silverware rattling.
It got to the point where I was terrified to come to work every night.
Apparently, George was a nurse/medical examiner who had a stroke and died while at work.
He was in his 50s, I was told.
From then on, everything actually went quite well.
When I left the job a year later, I made sure I told the girl that replaced me.
36.Lets sing Happy Birthday to the ghost.We moved into a new house a few months ago.
He died right in the middle of the living room.
Now lets be real hereshe is 2 and 2-year-olds are VERY impressionable.
If hes a nice and helpful ghost, it could certainly be a lot worse.
It was still dark out and rainy.
So we sang and wished the ghost a happy birthday and went on with our lives.
And wouldnt you know it?It was his fucking birthday.
Except I cant move.
I see at the foot of my bed this almost demon-like lady in a white dress walking toward me.
Then I could move and it was over.
No one Ive told has believed me, but perhaps you all will.
I work in a warehouse that my father purchased.
It is in the middle of Mennonite country, with no neighbors for a half-mile around.
Look out the window…you see cornfields and scraggly trees.
I work here alone, painting and preparing the front office portion for eventual functionality.
Whoever installed those locks didnt intend to keep people out, they intended to keep something in.
I was in the front office when I began to hear the thudding.
I ignored it and continued to apply masking tape to the door I was working on.
But this time, it was accompanied by a screeching sound.
Not loud, but audible.
I continued working, until I heard the slam.
The door to the secondary office had been open; it sounded like it had violently slammed shut.
I peaked around the corner and saw that I was right… the secondary door was now closed.
The thudding began again.
I froze, unsure of what was happening.
My eyes locked on the door handle, which began to turn.
The door disengaged its latch and slowly swung open.
Wider…wider…nothing there.
Nothing visible, no air movement, just quiet.
A quiet that seemed to overwhelm me with its presence; a quiet so thick I couldnt breathe.
The quiet was shattered when the screech came again.
This time, it was clearly human.
Pained, angered, and emanating from the main warehouse.
That entirely broke my frozen fearful state…
I got into my car and drove until I was in cell range to call my father.
He didnt believe anything about the doors closing, but agreed that the building had something weird about it.
He told me hed be right out.
Fast forward half an hour.
My dad and I met up and drove back to the warehouse.
I told him about the thuds, the screeching, and the sudden quiet that overcame the building.
He decided that we should check the main warehouse.
Emboldened by his presence, I led the way.
They made handmade chairs, tables, etc.
Because of all the cutting that went on, the floor is thickly coated with dust.
We walked into the warehouse and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
The dust was untouched, the doors were closed, windows were locked.
The only thing out of the ordinary was one of the hanging fluorescent light fixtures.
It was hanging askew, and swaying slightly.
He supported it while I climbed up and grabbed the swinging light.
I looked on top of the light…. and saw a hand-print.
A single, fresh, inhumanly large hand-print.
No footprints in the dust around the light, no signs of a presence.
I climbed down and switched places with my father.
He saw it and said, what the hell?
Theres been no one in here for years!
He couldnt believe me that this wasnt human… that something wasnt right here.
The last thing he said was nothing is here.
Next time, just go back to work.
And then, as if to show its presence, the thud returned.
This time it wasnt just a thud, but more of an earthquake.
The entire building felt like it moved.
The heartbeat-like thud was then overlaid by the screech.
The awful, awful screech.
It felt it like was coming from the walls themselves.
We ran and I havent returned.
My father hired someone to finish my job and has since moved into the office.
Hes heard the thudding, but thus far nothing has happened further.
Nor do I ever care to know.
Ill never forget the sound of that lock turning by itself or the feeling of the deafening silence.
40.The ghost in grandmas house.My grandma lives in a very beautiful old house in New Jersey.
Its pre-Civil Warand was built around 1820, if my memory serves correctly.
Now, my dad is a former marine of 12 years.
Theres not much that scares him, hes been to some pretty bad places and done some dangerous things.
But he refuses to be in the house alone.
I have never seen the ghost myself, but of course this gives me the creeps.
The ghost seemed startled too, and ran away.
When my cousins were born, my aunt took them over to my grandmas house.
My grandma was holding one of them, just a little baby, when the ghost appeared.
She said that it was a woman, and it was holding a baby.
He said he was absolutely positive something weird was going to happen, and he barely slept.
I dont really know if he saw anything, but I wouldve been spooked out of my mind.
My aunt forgot her keys or something one time and had to run back to the house alone.
She saw a face peering out of the window, even though nobody was home.
It was that of a woman, just like what my grandma had seen.
Well call her Minji.
Minji is in her late 20s, and works as an English tutor in South Korea.
One evening, a few years ago, she was tutoring a high school boy.
They were up studying pretty late, and the buses stopped running.
A few hours later, at maybe 2am, the boy wakes Minji up.
Im really hungry, he says, lets go get some food.
Minji opens her eyes and looks up at him in disbelief.
Its 2am, go back to bed.
But the student insists, no, Im so hungry, lets eat something now.
She tells him that theres some ramen in the kitchen, and he can fix himself some.
Eventually, after several minutes of persuasion, the boy gets Minji to come with him to the restaurant.
They leave the apartment and head out.
As soon as theyre on the street, the boy turns to Minji, and says Im not hungry.
I woke up in the middle of the night, and looked under your bed.
Theres a man sleeping there.
I decided to shut it for security.
Party was great, we got back to the house around 12:30, and the gate was open.
We went inside, and decided to make a snack.
As we reversed out the driveway we saw somebody running up the side of the house towards us.
It was mostly going around to significant sights in south Louisiana.
As Im standing there I start to hear what sounds like someone hitting a piano key.
After I heard it a couple of times I started to look around for the source of the noise.
I didnt see a piano, but I kept hearing it.
So I asked my friends who were standing near me if they heard it, they said no.
When I heard it again I said there is it again and that they must have heard it.
They thought I was crazy.
So I went back to looking around the room.
Everyones eyes were on the tour guide except for one woman.
She caught my eye and pointed at me and then at her ear with a questioning look.
I realized she was asking if I heard it too and I nodded.
I honestly didnt know what to think, I guess I still dont.
It was something innocent like Peter or Patrick but I can still see him going white in the face.
We thought it was pretty cute.
After a few months my son said he wasnt friends with her anymore.
Then he started not wanting to go to bed and having really bad dreams.
At some point we ended up asking a lot of questions about her.
We had assumed she was a little girl, but apparently she was 47.
She wanted him to come and live in the wall with her.
He had told her he didnt want to talk to her anymore and she wouldnt go away.
We eventually moved house, and he stopped talking about her.
46.Jim Reaches Out.About a couple weeks after I was born my dads best friend, Jim, died.
His wish was filled, and some short time after that he was gone.
Fast forward 7 years.
Im now a happy 7-year-old with a 5-year-old brother and recently born sister.
But my brother broke the rules and answered.
He ignores him and keeps listening to whoever is speaking.
The look of shock my dad had is what I remember most about this.
I remember he didnt sound menacing when he said it, just matter-of-fact.
Of course my parents freaked when I told them that and they changed numbers and called the police.
Also, keep in mind Mitchell somehow had our mailing address and knew exactly where we lived.
We had plans on moving soon anyway though.
Fast forward 10 years to about 2001.
We live in a new house, a new state, everything unlisted.
What did we get in the mail?
Yes, you guessed it, a fucking ALF coloring book.
48.Johnny Says Goodbye.Hard to say what qualifies as creepy.
It could maybe be seen as heartwarming.
My mom had three kids.
Wholesome kid, great in school, active outside.
He got up and said he felt fine.
She got him air-lifted to the nearest hospital.
During this time, Jonathans best friend Nick was sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal.
Nick suddenly gets up from the table and goes to the door.
When his mom asks him whats up, Nick says that Johnny was calling for him.
Nicks mom can hardly handle this news and is now wondering where her son went.
When his mom asks Nick what Johnny was saying, Nick says he had come to say, Goodbye.
My mom told me this story when I was young but its stuck with me.
I wish I could have met him.
Im thankful for the chance I was given to live, and feel like he died FOR me sometimes.
Im not religious, but I do feel spiritual when I think of Johnny.
49.The Cat Lady.Weird one that happened to my sister a couple years ago.
Background info: she and her (now) husband are house sitting for my brother in laws uncle.
The uncle is old and starting to lose it.
He rents out a basement suite and a nice lady lives downstairs.
In all rooms under the beds and everything.
Even check with the lady downstairs, she hasnt seen it.
So my sister opens up the closet in the spare bedroom and is looking around stuff on the floor.
The feet have nicely painted toenails and look human, but she assumes it is a doll or something.
So they lock the deadbolt and leave.
He decides that its probably a doll but he offers to go back and check anyway.
They go to get in the door, but the deadbolt is now unlocked and the handle is locked.
Now he thinks there must be someone in there.
He opens the closet and sees the same set of feet with painted toenails on the floor.
He pokes it lightly with the fire stick and the toes scrunch up.
Out comes a lady in her mid-30s, holding the cat and a can of coke.
Turns out she was friends with the basement tenant.
Started leaving drugs around the house and had shady people coming into the house so she kicked her out.
Somehow she got a key to upstairs and had been staying there while the uncle was gone.
Police were called and she was arrested.
50.A Ted Bundy Encounter.It was near Halloween time when my friends and I were telling ghost stories.
My friend said she was going to tell a story about her parents first date.
He apparently knew the place, since he had done a fair amount of rock climbing in the area.
He ignores the feeling and presses on.
A minute later, the feeling came back to my friends dad.
His room was the last room at the end of the hallway on the top floor.
We are calling to double-check you lock your door and are safe.
My father replies that he is fine and hangs up.
He decides to go double check that he locked the door.
As he sits up in bed he notices that the door to his room is ajar.
He creeps to the door and peaks out.
Sitting right outside his room on the window sill of the hallway window is his shaving kit.
Creeped out of his mind, he quickly grabs it and locks the door.
52.A Little Boy Sees The Light.My wifes mother passed away in 2003 from cancer.
After the funeral, family and friends gathered at her house for a final celebration of her life.
The gathering went late into the evening.
My son, 3 at the time, needed to go to bed at that point.
I walked with him up the stairs to where he would sleep.
My son and I walked upstairs together, with me holding his hand.
He was staring straight down the hall.
I looked at him, then down the hall to an open doorway to a completely dark bedroom.
He just stared, and would not move any further.
I asked him Buddy, are you OK?
His response was…Daddy.
The light scares me.
I looked again down the hallway where he was staring into darkness.
Buddy, you see a light?
I promptly picked him up and went back downstairs.
To this day, the hairs still stand on the back of my neck when I think of it.
53.Tanya.When I was a child we would frequently get calls for a woman named Tanya.
Those days seemed to have ended and we carried on, forgetting about the mysterious Tanya.
It was about 4 years ago that she popped up in our lives again.
Several days later we get a call from the police.
They asked if Tanya was at this residence.
Havent heard anything about her since.
I cant get out.
The demons are chasing me and your house is the only safe one.
If I leave theyll get me!
Theyve been chasing me all night.
If they catch me Im dead.
I believe it was her anger that finally scared him off.
He drove around for about an hour.
He finally brought it back and was arrested and taken to jail.
He was deemed crazy and ended up locked in a mental institution.
We always thought it was him sending us a message.
The calls stopped when I was about 12.
He said there was one inmate that reminded him a lot of a young Hannibal Lecter.
He wasnt strong but he was smart and very persuasive.
Everybody in the block was going crazy, banging on the bars, howling and yelling at each other.
Everybody except young Hannibal Lecter.
My dad tried to focus on what he was saying, and after a couple seconds he understood.
The inmate was reciting my dads home phone number.
EDIT: I dont know how he got it.
The guy never called my dad, in fact he never really got any strange phone calls ever.
56.The Object Of A Ghosts Affections.This happened about two years ago to me, but it was pretty unsettling.
One day, Im at the shop when the phone rings.
A man is on the other line asking me for something or other and is being really spacey.
because I think he has hung up on me.
Instead he replies with, Oh, Im sorry.
Okay, thats interesting, but then it gets more-so.
So, that was weird, but his next comment really bothered me.
The psychic says, And he is very glad you broke up with that army dude.
He really hated him.
Then, it dawned on me.
57.An Impossible Voicemail.Ill attempt to get through this without breaking down.
Its still kind of chilling to think about.
Around the time I was 19 I was deployed to Iraq.
My unit worked with bombs, and honestly, I didnt know I would make it home intact.
About halfway through my tour the red cross notified my unit that my father was terminally ill.
Within a week I was on a plane back to the states.
Now my dad being ill was something I had grown used to.
He was strong though, and I never expected to actually lose him.
I lost my mother when I was 7, and my fathers lungs had collapsed shortly before then.
He was on oxygen and needed a wheelchair to go anywhere.
Medication by the handfuls were needed every few hours.
He gained weight from limited movement, developed diabetes, and had already beaten cancer once.
I never expected to lose him and he wasnt the punch in to ever give up.
I arrive home, head to the hospital, and he assures me hes fine and theyre overreacting.
I reluctantly go back overseas.
I call his hospital whenever I have a few minutes of free time and were near a call center.
My deployment finishes, and he kept his promise.
He comes home from the hospital, because he says he doesnt want to die there.
He gets worse, and goes back.
The family all visits, but we know he isnt improving.
One day Im at home and the phone rings.
Its an unknown number, so I dont answer.
It goes to the answering machine, and a very raspy voice mumbles Call the hospital.
I grab the phone, but he already hung up.
They tell me hes been intubated for the past couple hours and he just started going into cardiac arrest.
Hes non responsive, and we need to come say our goodbyes.
I argue that he just called me, and she says thats not possible.
Theyve been working on him for some time now.
I hung up and told my family the news.
My sister and I stared at the answering machine.
We played the tape again, and again.
That was the last time I heard my fathers voice.
I dont believe in the paranormal or ghosts, and I cannot come up with any logical explanation.
I still get watery eyed thinking about it.
58.The Christmas Party Guest.A few years ago I went to a Christmas party.
I ended up getting pretty hammered and got home around 3am.
I give him a sideways look and reply no-one dude, I was out there alone.
Gives me the willies every time I think about it.
59.A Sacred Moment Becomes Terrifying.I used to work at Philips, up near Sleepy Hollow in New York.
At my lunch breaks, I liked to wander through the forest on the work property.
Theres a word, numinous, for feeling in the presence of something spiritual, something unworldly.
Thats how I felt.
I quietly and carefully stepped closer to get a better view.
I was able to approach quite close: almost close enough to touch him.
The deers eyes were red and dripping with blood.
It must have had some disease that had blinded it and its blindness allowed me to get so close.
In the moment, though, it was terrifying and uncanny.
Where the side door came into the house from the carport, there was a utility closet.
I remember the crawlspace always had a dirty water smell to it.
The floor of the crawlspace wasnt poured concrete, but was composed of loose gravel.
My mom would hear me carrying on long conversations in the den with my toys.
It used to annoy my mother because I never put it back down.
The light hurts your toys eyes?
The two little black boys who come out to play with me.
I told them I had two friends named Poomie and Punkie.
They were two little black boys that lived under the heater in the utility closet.
At night, since my dad was home, they were too afraid to come out.
So they would fall down into the crawlspace and crawl until they were under my bedroom.
It ended when my mom found me sitting in the utility closet with the door shut.
They saw him in our backyard trying to peek through the screen door.
So they crawled into the furnace and turned to cinders and flew out through the chimney.
The security desk received a frantic call during one of his night shifts.
A guy was calling, all freaked out that his wife was in the bath and was not breathing.
My brother and another security guard rushed upstairs to the room.
Sure enough, they found a woman in the tub, and she was unresponsive.
My brother and the other guard got her out of the tub and attempted CPR.
In the interim, during resuscitation attempts, the NYPD arrived.
The husband was questioned extensively.
He told law enforcement that he and his wife had a fight earlier in the evening.
He went out on his own and when he came back, his wife was in the bath.
She was the first person to stay in the room since the incident.
She said that she did not sleep the entire night and that the room was haunted.
No one at the hotel had mentioned to her what had previously transpired in the room.
People reported they heard the sound of water…like spilling over.
I didnt think anything of it at the time, I figured it was maintenance if some key in.
I grab binoculars and look through the windows.
No people, no movement, nothing.
He looks over at me and says Thats the third time this week.
The first time I went over with my .357 expecting someone to have broken in.
But when I got to the house, the door was locked just like Id left it.
I went inside and nothing was out of order except a barstool was pulled out.
Sure enough, we went over and nothing was out of order except the barstool.
I quickly wised up and got the fuck outta there.
63.Curt Says Hello.Spring break of 2010.
My buddies and I decided to camp out on an island at a local lake.
He asks how were doing and we invite him to our island for grilled meat and beers.
Being in South Arkansas, we naturally assume that everyone is friendly and wants to hang out.
His name was Curt and he was super friendly but really seemed to be sad.
He looked at me and winked.
theyll find out soon enough.
That still haunts to this day.
Curt ignored the question and said you boys dont know how lucky you are.
He hopped in his canoe and left.
We didnt think much about it.The next morning we woke up early to do some fishing.
As were fishing, a police boat pulls up.
The officer asks if were part of the search party that found the body.
Apparently divers found his body at the bottom of the lake two days before.
The young mans name was Curt Clark.
This was so freaky for us that we all packed up and left camp that day.
Heres alink to the story.
64.A Shadow Visits After Hours.I worked in a nursing home as an aide in a hospice unit.
One night I had three patients trying to die and my job was to ensure that they were comfortable.
The girls that worked the floor with me at night were awesome.
I was known for scaring girls.
I decided to check it out since there wasnt suppose to be anyone on our floor.
I just stared at it and said, oh for heavens sake is that the best youve got?
And walked back to the nursing station.
A while later I had to do rounds.
When she and I returned to the door he was gone.
Blood everywhere and the patient is on the floor bleeding.
The nurse lifted him back into the bed and we cleaned him up.
There was nothing else we could do as he was DNR besides check that he was comfortable.
I went to my next patients room and bam…dead.
He had stopped breathing.
I rushed to get the nurse and pulled his file.
We call the morgue and his family while I clean his body with an aide.
Her eyes still staring directly at me.
For some reason I remember her window being open and how odd it was.
The nurse had followed me and saw exactly what I saw and heard the voice whisper as I did.
65.Nice Guy Poltergeist.I was stuck in a bathroom in a creepy house my family was staying at.
I was home alone.
I heard the side door slam shut downstairs.
I thought my dad was home.
I called to him.
Im stuck in the bathroom!
I heard him walking on the hardwood.
Stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
I immediately heard him run up the stairs and stop at the top.
Once more I exclaimed Im locked in the bathroom!
4 more steps to the other side of the door.
BOOOOOOOOOOM
The door swung open and slammed into the wall.
I stepped into the hall.
I politely said Thank you!
and went straight to bed.
66.The Boy Who Lived.When I was 2 years old my uncle committed a double murder and suicide.
That just happened to be the day I was at their house.
He went to his room and brought out a shotgun.
He shot my grandfather in his face.
My grandmother ran and grabbed me.
He shot her in the back.
She dropped me and rolled over.
He pulled out a big knife and hit her in the neck with it.
He the turned his attention to me.
I remember this vividly.
I was crying and he picked me up.
Rocked me for a minute and sat me in my swing.
He thing pointed the shotgun right at my face.
Then all of the sudden he just stopped.
Like something was fighting with him.
Like physically prevented him from blowing me into a million parts.
Next thing I know the gun is in his mouth and bang.
That is all I remember.
I had forgotten about it until I was like 13 and all the sudden I remembered.
It fucked with my head for a while.
67.My Brothers Friend Friya.I have a younger brother who had an imaginary friend when he was younger.
He was also an avid sleep walker.
When he was around three or four, he started talking to someone he called Friya (Fry-uh).
He described Friya as a dark skinned man with little clothes who loved to hunt in the wilderness.
Then one day he told me that Friya used to live nearby the house a long time ago.
And then some white people came and burned him alive and killed his village.
Not exactly something you expect to hear from a four year old.
Hes going to scare him.
We ran upstairs and found the middle brother swearing that someone was shaking his bed violently.
It was a bunk bed.
My youngest brother was sound asleep.
A month later, my youngest brother took a bad fall and cracked his skull.
He was fine, but never talked to Friya again after that.
He would also sleep walk constantly.
One night I heard my front door open and close.
Since it was 4am, I went to check it out.
Then he slowly waved.
Those shivers werent from the cold.
We opened this to let some fresh air in.
At some point during our talk, another vehicle pulled up along the cul-de-sac.
Seemed like they probably were doing some drinking but maybe not.
But we ignore them for a while, figuring theyre probably just being idiots and will eventually leave.
I dont know if he was hurt; I dont care.
I scream, she jumps up.
I think anyway (never really came up).
She was arrested and he kept trying to tell them to let me stay with him.
I was still locked in the bedroom.
I get about three steps across the room and it just stopped.
It keeps going so I got up too and started looking around with him.
We walked all the way down the shelves.
He shoved his stuff in his bag, looked at me, said, Fuck this and took off.
I was out of there maybe five seconds behind him.
I still wont go back in the Stacks at night, even when theres other people down there.
No essays worth getting murdered by a weird book ghost.
71.My grandfather.Grandpa revealed this story during the wake for my uncle.
My grandfather was an engineer.
When he was young he worked for this big cement company.
My grandfather recalled living in an old wooden hut practicing the Filipino country life.
There was no electricity and they had to light a fire with wood if they wanted to cook.
After two weeks their little project was done.
Grandfather said they were lined up standing in two rows in front of the house.
Five people in front, five people in the back standing on the porch.
Remember this was the 70s, an era before selfie sticks were invented.
They used one of those old film cameras that you have to get developed at a Kodak store.
Everyone went back home.
At work a few days later the guy who owned the camera had the photos developed.
Everyone crowded to admire the photos.
When they reached the last photo they took as a group, my grandpa did a double take.
There were eleven people in the photo.
Five in the front like they had posed initially, but six in the back.
He had a grim expression and was looking straight at the camera.
Both were surprised and said no.
Nobody knew who the man was.
This was at the front of the house.
My grandparents house is situated in a big compound with the rest of our relatives.
Basically our neighbors are our family.
Confusing, I know, but bear with me.
My uncle lived at grandpas sisters house.
Since their house is behind my grandparents, his room happened to be directly behind the staff bathroom.
Like literally back-to-back with only a couple of feet between one house and the other.
My uncle passed away in his room in the early hours of the morning from a long-term illness.
You know where this is heading, right?
It was already a couple of hours since my uncles body was transferred to the mortician.
Grandpas secretary went to pee.
Just as she shrugged this off, she heard a mans voice call out,Help.
Help me.She said the voice was unmistakably my uncles.
She pulled up her pants and hurried out of the bathroom.
He denied playing the prank and said nobody was even home during that time.
This friend was such a big part of our lives that I called him Uncle Eddie*.
Before that though he had a pretty traumatizing ordeal that I can only describe as horror-movie level fucked up.
Like legit you could drive to the farm from his house in 10 minutes.
It was nothing big just a little yet spacious wooden cottage with a bed, bathroom, and porch.
There was a modest handmade stall in the corner that housed some chickens and occasionally pig or goat.
Im pretty sure he also claimed to have talked to a dwarf.
Apparently uncle had already come across some eerie stuff before, but none as sinister as this particular night.
Uncle Eddie decided to sleep at the farm again, probably after tiring farm work.
The clock struck 3AM and the knocking began.
Since he was used to this he ignored it.
Then he started to hear someone call his name.
As time went on, the voice became louder.
It seemed to come from right outside the door.
Uncle Eddie said he was too afraid to initiate the door, but that the young woman sounded enticing.
She wanted Uncle Eddie to go back to the other world with her and become her prince.
All he had to do was launch the door.
Uncle Eddie told the voice he didnt want to do that.
He firmly told it to go away and leave him alone.
After this, objects in the cottage began to move which obviously freaked out my uncle even more.
The mysterious voice still kept asking him to launch the door and come with her.
He waited until daybreak to leave because there was no way in hell he was opening that door.
By then the voice had stopped.
The next day my grandfather found a local medicine man and invited him to the farm.
They didnt say anything about my uncles experience.
121.Moms ex-boyfriend.My mom dated her high-school sweetheart for more than 10 years.
I grew up with him as a father figure of sorts.
I had gone on a weekend vacation with my grandfather in another city.
When I came back home they told me their apartment was haunted.
Theirs is a very small apartment.
When you bring up the front door youre immediately in the living room-slash-kitchen.
The 60sqm room is separated by a countertop with barstools, which serves as the dining table.
Right beside the fridge is the door to the bathroom.
you’re able to basically see everything in the room if you stand in any one corner.
Meanwhile, theres a smallspiral staircase like thisleading to the bedroom.
The staircase is directly beside their living room couch.
She made Ken sleep on the couch while she slept in their bedroom on the second floor.
All the lights were turned off except for the front porch light outside.
Ken said he reckons it was around midnight when he began to doze off on the couch.
Suddenly he saw my mom descend the spiral staircase precisely in front of him.
It was somewhat dark so all he could see was her long hair and plain white night gown.
He saw my mom pass him on the couch and walk to the bathroom door.
He closed his eyes and heard the bathroom light switch being flicked on.
He called her name to ensure she was okay,Em?No answer.Emma?Still no answer.
Ken began thinking maybe my mother was sick and had fainted so he stood up and crossed the room.
Em?he called again.
He yanked the door open and switched on the light.
The bathroom was empty.
He felt goose bumps rise on his skin and he ran!
He hurriedly climbed on the bed and yanked the blankets over his head, which woke up my mom.
My mom, annoyed, asked him,What are you doing here?
Go back to the couch!
There were a lot of mosquitoes,Ken lied without looking at her.
Mom let it go and went back to sleep.
Next morning when I arrived from my vacation, he told her the truth.
One night a couple days later my mom was at work when I was cleaning the living room.
I lifted the cushions on the couch and saw there was a gun hidden there.
74.My uncle.Do you know why my mom and I didnt question Kens story?
Well the year before, her brother had come home to visit.
My uncle had moved to New Zealand and was visiting family for the holidays.
It was my uncles second night at the hotel.
He was staying at a room close to the reception desk.
It was just after dinner and he was relaxing on the bed watching TV when suddenly the channel changed.
He saw the remote was untouched on the coffee table beside the bed.
The TV screen turned to static.
Scared, my uncle grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his head.
Thats when he felt someone forcefully yanking the blanket from his body.
The blanket fell on the floor.
There was nobody else in the room.
My uncle ran outside and yelled for help.
The hotel staff came and asked what was wrong.
When he told them what happened, they laughed and said this was normal.
Do you know what they said she looked like?
Long black hair, plain white night gown.
One of the hotel employees recounted he was using one of the stalls when he heard someone come in.
He was on the toilet doing his business when he happened to look up.
The ghost lady was peeking from the door, looking right at him.
In the Philippines, its typical for a household to have live-in help or housemaids.
My grandparents have a huge two-story four-bedroom house.
During this time they employed three female housemaids and one male house driver.
Is that madame lighting candles at the altar?
The driver froze and said,Thats not madame.
They all attest they saw a lady ghost walking in the backyard.
The maids once told me they could hear disembodied voices in my grandparents big house.
Like sometimes they would hear someone talking in the dining room and go there only to see its empty.
A couple of times they would hear my grandma yell their names from the office or the master bedroom.
Lets call our three female maids Anne (pregnant), Jessica, and Norma.
It sounded like something with long claws or nails was scratching at the windows.
Anne, are you awake?
Do you hear that?
Kind of like the cackling sound of a witch in the movies, but just not quite?
The sounds were also coming from the window beside the pregnant Annes bed.
124.Me in my old bedroom.It was a typical Friday night and I was in my bedroom watching TV.
I was probably 12-years-old at the time.
Lately, however, it had stopped.
I had completely forgotten about it until it happened again.Pssst!I heard it again.
This time it happened earlier around 7PM instead of the usual 10-12PM annoyance.
On the other side of the wall I could hear the maids were still eating.
A minute later when I got there, they were talking to each other and clearing the table.
All right, who did it?
!I asked in an angry tone and they looked at me like WTF?
Did what?Jessica asked.
Dont lie to me.
I know one of you keeps pssst-ing me in the middle of the night and its really annoying!
They became quiet and looked at each other.
I could see the genuine confusion on their faces.
They lived in my stepdads grandmothers house that my stepdad inherited along with his siblings.
The house was old and dim.
He ignored it until he saw the figure move and felt a presence walk directly behind him.
His siblings also claim to have similar experiences and sightings of a ghostly figure.
When my mom got pregnant and moved in with him, the sightings became more frequent.
Again, it was an apparition of a woman with long hair and a white dress.
He told his sister who went to a local medicine man (shaman) to ask for help.
My stepdad said it apparently helped.
During this time I was already attending University in a different city.
A few months after my parents moved back I visited them.
I dont know, anything strange?
Why?I asked him, surprised.
A few years later my grandmother hired a feng-shui expert to inspect and bless the house.
Yep, my old bedroom.
77.My half-brother.My parents and even my brothers nanny told me this.
Theres a big public elementary school in the middle of the city.
This also occurred when my brother was still young.
Same specific road, same specific part of the school.
My parents, however, had another baby.
Hes turning two-years-old next month.
They say hes beginning to do the exact same things…
126.Chula Means Fox.My mom is Native American.
She named my sister Chula which means fox.
She said it seemed like five minutes they stared at each other.
Suddenly the fox got up turned around and slowly walked into the woods.
my mom said her first thought was to call Chula tell her about the fox.
My sister never answered she died in a head on collision that day due to some asshole drunk driver.
My mom keeps looking for the fox.
It has never come back.
78.Copper Queen Hotel ghost.I stayed in the Copper Queen Hotel in Bisbee, AZ.
It has a number of fairly infamous hauntings.
Obviously, it was a random word generator.
The Copper Queen was GORGEOUS.
Really well-maintained and antiquated.
I took our bags upstairs and began unpacking.
Okay, heres the weirdness.
I stopped and listened.
My heart was racing like crazy and I was frozen in place.
I finally gathered up the nerve to ask whatever it was, Are you there?.
I shit you not, guys.
I heard a giggle.
Something was giggling right in front of me.
It was clear as day and sounded so close I thought I could touch the source.
I immediately ran out of the room into the hallway to look around and find a kid somewhere.
But it was empty.
My parents were just arriving to the room, as well.
I asked them if they saw any kids running around by the elevators or stairs.
I barely slept that night.
She always wanted to stay in a haunted hotel so I obliged.
Got up, opened the door to have a word with the prankster/jackass.
However, no one in the hallway at all.
Forced myself back asleep and then woke up about 3 AM for an unknown reason.
Just felt like someone was in the room, in the dark, standing and watching me/us.
I just laid there, eyes open, refused to roll over and look.
Laid there for what seemed to be an eternity until the feeling went away.
Next thing you know it was dawn.
Girlfriend experienced none of it.
She slept through the whole thing.
Oddest experience of my life so far.
Many years ago, when I met my ex her and her family live in a mobile home.
My ex and her younger sister shared a room in the mobile home.
The man always had a suitcase, and wore a brimmed hat.
My ex and her family always dismissed them as, well the younger sister is a bit nuts.
Flash forward a few years.
My ex and I have a son together.
Our sons room was the exact same room my ex and her sister slept in.
We figured he would come out of his room and ask to use the potty.
Instead he started talking to someone.
Curious, I called back and asked who he was talking to.
At the time he was about 2 1/2, and never heard about his aunt seeing the same guy.
Hes not afraid of anything, well, except for the entire country of japan.
This is his story.
My brother joined the marines when he was 18 and was stationed in Japan.
He really enjoyed his time there for a while.
The girls, specifically.
He made friends with some of the Japanese guys his age who worked around the base.
My brother accepted the invite and they played video games for a few hours.
He was worried about her and wanted to be home in case she had an episode.
At this point in the story, I should explain how this guys house was shaped.
The house was built in the shape of a horseshoe, with a garden in the middle.
So they are essentially across the garden from each other.
If he looks out of his window, he can see into hers and vice versa.
My brother then goes to look and he stops him.
He tells him that he saw a dark cloud with red eyes hovering over his sisters sleeping body.
My brother, naturally, does not believe him and decides to look for himself.
82.Shaped Like A Person, But Not A Person.This occurrence didnt happen to me, but to my grandmother.
It would have taken place in the 1930s.
The area was the Ozark Mountains in southern Missouri.
My grandmother had got into a fight with her mother.
She took off into the woods all day to get away from her for a while.
When it got dark she decided to come home.
When she got home, the doors were locked and everyone was in bed.
In the morning when she woke up, there was some creature sitting at the end of the cot.
I remember she said it was really ugly and had a full set of sharp teeth.
It was shaped like a person but didnt look like a person.
She said that it just sat there and smiled at her with its abnormally large mouth of sharp teeth.
When she would sit back down, it would sit back down.
She sat there staring at it for a few seconds and it continued to sit and smile at her.
The creature was sitting between her and the front door.
She finally jumped up and made a run for the back door.
When she got to the back door it was locked but her mother was in the kitchen making biscuits.
My grandmother screamed she couldnt and was frantic enough that her mother ran to let her in.
She told her mother what she had seen.
We were in high school and went with our school ROTC instructor.
This guy was in his 50s but still a damn ox.
He was a Sergeant Major while in the Army and was the definition of badass.
So, the first night camping it was really cold so we decided to sleep around the fire.
We decided it might just be the damp leaves and we sleep through the rest of the night.
Well, we wake up the next morning and there were paw prints all over the place.
We were all pretty creeped out so we decided to head into town to get some lunch.
We stayed in town the rest of the day and headed back to the site around dusk.
We all jumped up and looked over the cab to see what it was.
It darted into the woods and left us all frozen in fear.
Then we smelt it.
It was the same terrible smell from the night before.
We got into the cab and I saw Sargent Major like I had never seen him.
I was absolutely terrified.
The animal/creature we saw shook him to his core.
We drove in silence for the rest of the ride back to the site.
When we got there he told us that we were leaving and too pack everything up.
None of us have been back since and Sargent Major wont let ROTC camp there anymore.
We named it the Cateyote.
After I told them the story, it sealed the deal that none of us will be going back.
After school one day I accidentally hit the ball to the yellow house side of the fence.
Thinking we could play, I hit it back over and he returned it.
The kid wouldnt respond to any questions I had so I assumed he was just shy.
She Was never outside with me, so she always thought I was playing alone I guess.
We only got the house because my mom was friends with the landlord and the houses were recently built.
She told me that no-one had ever lived there, they were still trying to sell it.
We moved not long after, but I still have no idea who was returning that ball to me.
85.The bunker.I live in the north of Switzerland.
We have a lot of old military bunkers from the Second World War.
The main door was jammed, so we had to break it up.
We found a big log nearby and used it as a battering ram.
After many tries the door wont budge.
But there was a peephole.
It was about 10 cm (4 inch) in diameter.
We opened it and illuminated the dark inside.
There was a long, ruined and dark hallway with rooms on the left and right side.
We couldnt see the end of the hallway.
It was just too long.
This light was not there when I watched trough the peephole.
So I pushed him away and took a second look.
What I saw gave me a shiver.
I walked a few steps back and said: There is someone in there!
At the same moment someone (or something) knocked on the door from the inside of the bunker.
This was the moment we got into panic, start screaming and run away.
I was so scared I run straight home and locked the door.
On the next day in school, my friends and I talked about the event.
We came to the explanation that probably some older Kids have played a prank on us.
One week later we went to the same bunker again.
It was impossible someone opened this door before us, and this was the only entrance.
I still live in the same region.
Standing in front of this door again was not very comfortable.
The story happened 20 years ago.
But it still looks the same.
86.On the sofa.Years ago I fell asleep on my mothers living room sofa.
She was already in bed but my brother was out somewhere.
It looked like a man wearing a bandana.
I assumed it was my brother but thought it was strange for him to be wearing that.
87.The farmer.My mother in law was a very funny and cool woman.
Flash forward a few years.
We live in an old 1930s era craftsman house in Pasadena, CA.
Our son is about 3.
A moment passes and he asks me why Grandma calls Mommy a funny name.
I asked him what he meant thinking he was talking about MY mom.
I was really set back by this.
I asked him where he heard that.
We both know there is no way for him to know this and we just kinda marvel at it.
Flash forward to the next weekend and my son is playing in his room.
My wife is at work (retail) and Im home (I worked M-F).
I hear him start talking like hes having a conversation.
Hes saying things likeyes noI dont know thatthen some laughing.
I go into his room and ask him what hes doing and he says playing.
I ask with who.
He says The Farmer.
At this point Im already thinking about the fucking Exorcist movie and Captain Howdy.
Its a little unsettling.
I ask him where the Farmer is.
He says he left when I came in.
We have no idea what do and figure if it happens again well do something.
Wife and I go check on him, both of us a little freaked.
Hes just sitting up in bed.
I ask if hes ok and he says yea, Grandma says i cant play with the Farmer anymore.
He never once mentioned the Farmer again.
Hes 13 now and doesnt remember any of it.
88.The boy who hung himself.Was at a friends house when I passed out on the couch.
Woke up a bit later and realized it was time for me to go.
Got up and noticed my buddies light on in his room but the door was shut.
Walked by the door and told him I was leaving because I had to work in the am.
He saidYUP, SEE YA!Went to fridge to grab my drink.
Walked back by his room and said later dude.
Went outside and his truck was gone.
I freaked the fuck out.
Called his cell an he had left to go to McDonalds 15 minutes prior.
I bolted outside and waited for him to get home.
This was confirmed by the neighbor…
The kids older brother!
After that just about anyone who goes over there has a weird experience.
My buddy has dealt with it for years.
When it gets weird he yells out loudLEAVE ME ALONEand he says the weird vibes stop for a bit.
But they always come back.
Paramedics were able to get her breathing again, and loaded her into an ambulance.
This was very early in the morning, like 4:30 am.
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.
At this point I didnt know my mother was going to die.
My father was at the hospital with her, and didnt know she was going to die yet.
The doctors didnt know she was brain dead yet.
But somehow my grandmother knew and contacted me.
I worked 2nd shift, so I was up late watching TV after everyone else was in bed.
Annie comes walking into the living room, half asleep.
I say,Whats going on, Annie?and she says,My grandmother just called.
Im like,Nooooo, no one has called.
Nonsense,I say.It was just a dream.
Dont bother your family in the middle of the night.
Go back to bed and call them in the morning.And she goes back to bed.
About an hour later, Im just getting into bed when the phone rings.
And its her family calling to tell her that her grandmother died about an hour ago.
The grandmother was old, but not sick or on deaths bed or anything.
Annie did not remember any of this the next day and we never spoke of it.
I thought about this for years and struggled with labeling it a ghost story or just an eerie coincidence.
My skeptical and logical tendencies decided to label it a coincidence.
THEN
About a decade later, Annie died unexpectedly.
I went to her funeral and her brother delivered a eulogy.
In it, he tells this story.
When Annie was about 4, her great-grandmother died.
All the 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.
What on earth are you laughing about, Annie?and little Annie replies,
Great-grandma was tickling me.
She came to tell me goodbye.
Naturally, we all freak the fuck out.
Are you in the room?
Are you a man?
Do you need help?
Pointer spells out S-A-R-A-H. Tell us a secret, we ask… pointer spells out FLIPACOIN.
Someone leaves the table and gets a 10p piece from out of the loose change jar in the kitchen.
This was in the days when 10p coins were big and chunky.
Seemingly random letters, we soon realize theyre initials, including middle names.
Somehow, every person present, had their initials correctly spelled out to them.
Pointer pauses, and then spells out 3 last words.
Took me many many weeks to be able to sleep properly.
No one told their parents, and over the years it became our collective shared secret.
Couldnt rationalize it then, still cant rationalize it today.
92.The ghost hunter.Im super skeptical but my friend does all kinds of ghost hunt things.
I go along with him sometimes because its very different and always a silly experience.
Except once, when we were going over the evidence.
It fades in slowly, and fades out slowly; its clear as day.
We also didnt hear it during the time it was playing, so only the equipment picked it up.
Goddamn it gave me chills with zero explanation.
There were several other unexplainable pictures/noises that we picked up but NOTHING to that magnitude.
I think I still have it on my computer.
Not a creepy clip at all, but the context makes it so I think.
Those noises could easily be explained as pigeons or bats so we were not too fazed.
So we continued to our destination.
As we slowly crept towards our goal I kept hearing a small tapping noise.
The whole time we hear the softtink tink tinkbehind us.
Little too creepy for us with no lights to find our way in or out.
Instead we decided to head around back and this is were things get interesting.
Not to mention that tink tink tink is starting to get annoying.
Frustrated with the joint and getting annoyed with the sound I turned around and stared in its direction.
That booming noise is them running down metal stairs in one of these dark towers.
They saw my face when the lighters fire illuminated it and are now on the way.
We decide to wait.
Whatever is making that noise is in-between us and the exit.
Thats when things got weirder.
Things start to move.
There was athudnoise and then a slow scraping noise as something was dragged across the gravel.
Then again from somewhere else, quiet but very close.
We can walk freely between them with no chance of being spotted from a distance.
I guess that was a mistake.
I have never in my life, nor will I ever, Im sure, move so swiftly again.
We make it to the road and head back to town.
94.The balcony.I lived in some really unsettling places.
One of the events that stuck with me the most is probably this.
When I arrive at the mirror the first thing I notice are all these pen markings on my face.
My heart stops and theres goosebumps everywhere.
I cleaned up and fled the room.
When I came back the door to the balcony was open.
Needless to say, I didnt enjoy being there for quite some while after.
95.The boarding school.Im gonna preface this by saying I went to boarding school for 6 years.
The school used to be an old monastery.
It was hundreds of years old and huge.
4 stories including a basement where there was a boiler room and long hallways.
The first one happened to me.
I used to be in charge of cleaning the gymnasium at night.
Taught you some practical things and all.
Anywho, I was there by myself that night getting ready to start sweeping the gym.
The gym had 2 floors to it.
As I stepped into the gym, one of the basketballs starts rolling a bit.
I look around to see if any doors are open, none are.
I chalk it up to randomness, but see that it is continuing to roll.
At this point, Im a bit scared, but figured it was nothing.
I heard a creaking coming from the second floor and look up.
There is a girl there, just staring right at me.
She let out a scream that I can not describe.
I was terrified and froze in place.
They didnt open, she just went right through them.
I noped the hell out of there.
There was a Chapel that was in the middle of the school really.
There was stained glass on all of the windows and such.
Every time you walked in there, it always felt as if someone was watching you.
It wasnt only me, but there were multiple people who felt that way.
People would go in there at night, and practice on it or just play for fun.
She jokingly said,Hey, stop.
That doesnt go with what I am doing.
She immediately felt as if someone has boxed her ears and she became really dizzy.
She freaked out and bolted out of there.
She came crying down to the area where all of the students hung out on their free time.
Many people have seen a girl in a white dress constantly roaming that area.
Another was that the high school of the school was on the highest floor of the building.
One night one of the seniors was studying late trying to graduate.
He was working on something at about 3AM and one of the window blinds started flickering.
You know that noise blinds make when winds goes through them quickly.
He thinks nothing of it until it starts happening on the other side of the room.
This is a huge room, it fits over 200 students in it.
He goes over to the window to close it.
He finds that it isnt open.
He laughs and thinks he must just be really tired.
There are about 30+ windows on the top floor.
He left his stuff out and ran to his dorm room.
His roommate said he looked like he had seen a ghost.
Another job I had around the school was preparing the salad bar we had for lunch and dinner.
I would then have to wash it and cut / peel everything.
I was one of the first people up every morning to do this job.
I would get up at about 6:00AM to do this everyday.
It was one of the few things I never liked doing.
The reason for this is this story.
I got up at about 6:00.
As soon as I woke up, I was feeling uneasy.
I quickly took my shower and got dressed so I could get to the lunchroom at about 6:30.
The person in charge of the kitchen was already up and getting everything warmed up.
I said hello and checked out what we would need.
I made a list and headed down.
Now, that feeling of uneasiness was there the whole time.
I opened the freezer and felt the cold blast of air.
Needless to say, I could have cut diamonds with how cold it was.
I stepped inside and started getting vegetables.
As I was reaching for one I heard a giggle.
This wasnt a normal one, but like a small childs giggle.
I instantly froze and whipped around.
I brushed it off and continued, another giggle.
I was like, no fucking way.
This is not happening to me, flick, lights go off in the freezer.
I still had a bit of light because I left the door open.
I start seeing the door close, and it locks from the outside.
I caught it RIGHT before it closed.
Again, I hear the giggle, this time, it was right behind me.
I screamed, I was 17 and screamed like a girl.
96.The baby monitor.Four years ago, I woke up in the middle of the night.
We had a 2-month newborn sleeping in the room next door.
My baby boy was gone.
Now, I know that instincts should have made me run right into the babys room.
Instead, I froze.
I looked over, and my wife was sleeping next to me.
Finally, I moved.
But not to run into the other room, like I should have done.
Instead, I turned up the volume on the baby monitor.
I heard another womans voice singing a lullaby.
Another woman was singing to my baby in a very soft, gentle and melodic voice.
I jumped up, ran through the hallway and burst into my boys room.
He was sound asleep in his crib.
Turns out, the monitor was picking up my next-door neighbors monitor.
They had just bought the video monitor for their own newborn (on our recommendation).
Nothing supernatural here, but I dont know if Ive ever experienced something scarier.
97.The church.When I was in high school I was a horrible student.
It just so happened to be a church.
Due to the church keeping odd hours, I would usually start cleaning around 10 or 11pm.
The first night, my dad helped me out by showing me what to do/helping me.
We arrived a little early (8pm?)
so he could meet with the pastor and get the keys.
I feel somebody watching me so my head shoots around.
To my relief if was my dad.
He had asked what I needed and I didnt respond.
He turned and nobody was there.
I started cleaning the church weekly and nothing else happened.
WHERE ARE YOU?I run out to see whats going on and ask what hes talking about.
He had been standing about 30 feet from where I was, and I heard absolutely nothing.
To this day, I dont know if he was joking with me, but he swears he wasnt.
Finally, I was there cleaning the community part of the church by myself one night.
The layout was a set of double doors in the front which followed by an open area.
The last two doors on the left, before you reached the backdoor were the mens and womens bathrooms.
The front double doors were always locked with a chain and padlock wrapped around the outside door handles.
It was mainly just to keep the wind from blowing the doors open.
I stop what Im doing and go see whats going on.
I get there and see the toilet filling up, like it had just been flushed.
I watch for a moment, and see the water fill to the line and stop.
Ok, faulty plumbing I assume.
I dont see anything, so I head back to the original bathroom.
Steam is rising from the sinks and I realize its the hot water.
I gather my composure and turn all the sinks off.
The two doors are thrashing back and forth.
If there was somebody there, the would be the worst door opener ever.
I dont know what to do, so I just stand in the bathroom doorway.
Im praying and chanting and doing whatever else I can think to do.
Suddenly the door stops moving.
And INSTANTLY the back door, which is about a foot to my left starts doing the same thing.
Finally, just as quickly as it started, everything stops.
I immediately turn and get in my car and go…
I didnt even dust the pulpit, you guys.
THATS how scary this was.
He takes one look at me, and says, we are canceling the church account.
Nothing more needed to be said.
When my parents divorced when I was a young teenager my mother and I moved into this house.
Now, at first it seemed great!
There was plenty of space and it had a very cozy feel to it.
However, as time went on strange things became 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, oh shit, my house is haunted!
Now here is where things got really weird.
Considering she had been away on a business trip we figured this would be awesome.
My friend and I could go drink or do whatever mischievous actives we wanted to.
We walked inside and headed straight for the basement where it was cooler than the rest of the house.
No bother I figured, it must have gotten bumped by me or something.
I fixed it and we walked into the main room.
Mind you, we had pictures and posters hanging everywhere in the basement.
What my friend and I saw instantly creeped us out.
All 10-15 pictures on the walls were each tilted slightly to the left.
Just as the Beatles one had been.
But the weirdness of the situation didnt stop there.
So I walk over and see a golden glow emanating out.
There is a pull chord light located about 10 feet from the door that is turned on.
Hoping that all of this had a natural explanation I call my mom up and ask her about it.
Shivers shoot down my spine.
I look back into the storage room, and in the dirt theres a footprint.
The most distorted and mangled footprint imaginable.
Im frozen in fear.
My friend is too.
Without words we look at one another each feeling a sickening, gut wrenching feeling.
99.The boy and the old man.My house is definitely haunted.
They say emotionally disturbed children attract them, so that could be it too.
Anyway, my house was built in 1889.
Its inevitable that someone would have died here.
There are two that we know of for sure.
The other was an older gentleman, he died of undetermined causes in 1979.
Both in the house.
The little boy is mean, not evil, but mean.
I have pictures of him, in silhouette, standing in my bedroom.
I will dig them out and scan them if I can find them.
The only thing hes ever done that was potentially harmful was push a dresser down the stairs.
The old man doesnt do much, just hangs around in our entryway.
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.
He let me throw them away for good after that.
The guys hear her more than I do.
Ive only heard her once.
I thought you wanted to be my daddy.
That freaked me right the fuck out.
I blessed the house, with holy water, even though I am not religious.
(In fact, Im leaning towards a belief in no god, but I was fucking scared.)
No one slept that night.
By dawn the screaming had faded out to crying and by 8 a.m. it was completely gone.
My husband and roommate think that whatever it was is gone.
I think it was a ruse and she is still here.
Just a gut feeling.
Like, batshit crazy people.
They did lobotomies there and what not.
Now that was fucking creepy.
101.The stranger thing.I was a graphic designer at an agency shortly after I left college.
Every project was an emergency.
Finally my (then girlfriend, now wife) suggested that I try meditation.
I could hear my breathing and my gfs breathing and, distinctly, the breathing of someone else.
My eyes snapped open and I turned around expecting Tina to be standing there.
I turned back around and was facing the door way that leads out into a short hallway.
We have a wireless switch for our fan/light, I hit the light.
The next day I tossed it off to it being late and a weird breathing exercise.
It was just my brain playing games on my overactive and tired mind.
I went to work and came home.
I went into the kitchen to strain the pasta.
I freaked out and thought it was an intruder and turned quickly with a knife from the counter.
With all of the survival skills I have…
I still dropped the knife when I saw it.
Weeks passed and my hesitation to walk into a dark room passed with them.
I would cook dinner and be all-a-round relaxed when Tina got home.
I sat up with a short scream.
There were three deep impressions in the carpet in the hallway.
Seeing them made (and thinking of them still makes) my skin crawl.
They were larger than my feet and definitely larger than Tinas.
I have seen, what I like to call, the stranger thing about ten times.
The sightings have not always been at night or inside the house.
In between is an old cemetery and a dirt road connecting the two roads.
The car was never taken from the spot it crashed and the angry spirits never left.
About four years ago, I went down there with some friends to investigate.
A woman got out, I thought I was going to die, technically we were trespassing.
She walked to my window and said,you be careful.She got back in her truck and drove off.
I tried to walk forward and again felt a press on my chest.
We caught some quality pictures and EMF readings, but no audio.
The Roman Numeral XII was also fingered into the dust.
Its still left me thinking about things like the supernatural until today.
He moved into this house in Portland Oregon, and it was always a little off.
Then sometimes he could swear he heard footsteps, or doors creaking open or closed.
As some of the noises increased in frequency, so did some strange things.
In particularly the basement.
The basement had some stairs leading down and from what he described there were two rooms.
He was a drummer and had his drums set up in the main basement room to practice drums.
The first of the strange things to happen would be in his bedroom.
Just a blank face.
The craziest thing of all that happened is whats next.
From one side to the other.
It would happen rarely but one time he decided to go into the room.
(Im seriously getting shivers in my spine writing this.)
There was a stairway that had been cemented off, but in one of the most creepy ways possible.
The man met him at his house and brought with him a most peculiar bell.
Eventually he asked my friend where the most activity happens, and my friend told him the basement.
The man goes into the basement and instantly went into the extra room.
He asked my friend,This door, does this door have something.
My friend told him yes, and how he had opened it only once because it was terrifying.
My friend quickly followed him and met him on the sidewalk.
No joke, from that day on, all the strange noises, footsteps, doors creaking, stopped.
The darkness that always seemed to loom inside the house even with the windows open, vanished.
Finishing this story I have such crazy goosebumps….
I hope you liked it.
I promise you its not BS.
She had no shoes on and I could see the faintest outline of the open door behind her.
I assumed it was my roomate Daphna.
When I ran through her, it was if I had jumped into a frozen pond.
i can still feel that cold to this day.
On it, there were three, black, horizontal lines on the side closest to the top.
It also had an octagon shaped mirror in the center of it.
I was asleep in bed and a man in a suit woke me.
It was a black suit and he was wearing a fashionable hat like men would wear in the 40s.
I awoke (in the dream) to the man shaking me.
I gasped, startled by the foreign figure in my bedroom and looked at the man with no face.
He leaned in close enough to feel his cold breath.
his clothes, his hat, his entire body.
I awoke in a panic.
It was some strange turning point in my life.
When we first moved into the house, it had thick metal gating over every window and door.
Not like regular metal bars, this was the kind that you could barely squeeze a finger through.
We took them all down, but even still, the house always remained dark.
The house was incredibly old, a 3 story house with a full basement.
Six bedrooms in all and everything was the original wood that came with the house.
Dark, polished, but covered under years of dust.
My thought was that the cemented off steps was a way of getting coal down to the basement.
There were things in that house that were unexplained.
One night, well before i met my wife, I was dating this woman named Elizabeth.
If you have any doubt as to how creepy that note is… press it on your piano.
In that cavernous room, with that key being pressed, both of us started screaming.
To this day, that note creeps me the fuck out.
Imagine an old basement, rough foundation setting on crumbly cement made up of pebbles.
When you touched the walls in the basement, it just crumbled in your hands.
The door itself was made of 4 or 5 planks of incredibly old wood.
Imagine the wood ill fitting, splintery, and upwards of 1 inch gaps between the planks.
The handle of the door was hewn from an old piece of wood, again splintery to the touch.
When you dragged the door back towards you, its rusty hinges screeched back to life.
Since it was such an old door, it dragged across the basement floor as you opened it.
I only looked into that room/stairwell for a few seconds before I slammed it shut.
Heres what I remember.
It was dark, and incredibly dirty.
As if that door hadnt been opened in 50 years.
The stairs went from ground level straight into the ceiling.
There was a handrail which looked like it had been cemented into the ceiling as well.
Inside there were a few objects, a lamp, boxes and paint cams.
Those looked like they had been there for just as long.
It was basically like someone poured a huge cement slab over the top of the stairway.
The stairs just went up… into nothing.
I used to practice drums in the adjoining room.
Out of the corner of my eye, Id always see someone walk by the doorway.
creeped out Id go upstairs.
The thing is, that whole basement was creepy.
It was the creepiest basement WITHOUT the ghosts.
You know those basements that your grandmother might have had?
the turn of the century Farmhouse basements that looked theyve at least flooded a few times in their lives?
It was like that.
104.Housekeeping.I worked housekeeping in a chain hotel.
Not full blast or anything, but turned on enough to be running steadily.
A half turn of the knob Id say.
Id be in the other room and suddenly hear water gurgling down the drain.
Sometimes Id be working on the tub and hear it on behind me.
Whoever/whatever would also turn on the tv.
Im getting chills thinking back on those moments.
Whatever part of the room your back was to, it felt like someone was there.
We all felt overwhelmingly like it was someone trying to reach out.
And had limited ways.
I realize I sound crazy but it happened super regularly and was witnessed by a lot of people.
I thought about whoever it could be, a lot.
The hotel has since been bought by a college and was turned into dorms.
Maybe they felt less lonely with students actually living there than a revolving door of hotel guests.
105.Staying in Downtown Chicago.Not me but a friend who is a pilot.
While at the desk, deep in thought, she heard people talking and laughing.
When she looked up, it got quiet.
She said it sounded like it was in the room with her and went back to studying.
The noise started off softly and then again sounded like a party was going on in her room.
She got up and looked around and there was silence.
She jumped up and turned on the light and there was no one there.
She didnt get back to sleep and bid around that overnight so she wouldnt be in that hotel again.
106.Attacked by men in armor.A friends grandfather either worked in or owned a hotel at some point.
The building was hundreds of years old, dated back to the English Civil War.
107.Waiting tables at a haunted hotel.I was a server at a restaurant thatusedto be ahotel.
It was said to be haunted by all kinds of things.
Dropping a glass in a restaurant happens daily; no one reacts like that.
I aint seen that shit, so idk personally.
But I trust those two and theyre great friends, so I believe them.
Nobody else had a room key, so I know it wasnt any of my other siblings doing anything.
The room we were staying in had one bed, so he slept on a travel cot.
He woke up not too long after I did one morning and started freaking out.
To this day we joke around about his ghost girlfriend.
109.Lizzie Borden B&B.I stayed at the Lizzie Borden Bed and Breakfast in April 2016. and the door immediately stops shaking.
110.Wallowa Lake Lodge.I worked at the Wallowa LakeLodgein the early 90s.
I was front desk clerk for graveyard shift so work consisted of me mostly just doing lots of laundry.
This happened dozens of times.
So Id just ignore it.
Well, so one night I heard the front door ringer go off.
Less common but still common and probably just the friends.
Same ol same ol no big deal.
But then the footsteps turned the corner.
They approached the door to the basement.
The creaky cellar door slowly opened.
I approached the stairwell slowly.
Peered around the corner.
I saw a face.
I said AAAAHHHHHH!!
and the guest who arrived late said AAAAAAHHHHH!!
so I said AAAAAAHHHHH!!
Then as shes panting I collected myself and said Im sorry, maam.
Are you checking in?
Do you have a reservation?
I said hi sweety do you need something?
She ran up the stairs to the rooms.
I dont know why but I took off after her.
The guest doors were all loud.
No door closing noise.
111.A loud knocking.I work in a haunted hotel.
Have plenty of co-workers share stories of stuff theyve seen but Ive personally only had one incident.
I was working late, just past midnight, when I had to go to the bathroom.
This bathroom Im using is in a public area, and is fairly large.
Standard mens bathroom in that it has both stand up and sit down stalls.
So I go in and Im the only one present.
Its quiet, and I walk to the stand-up stalls and start to go.
Im still pissing, mind you, and I get overcome with chills.
But I finish up and it still is making that noise.
So I walk over expecting the door to be locked with a coworker inside, so I knock.
And the door swings wide open with no one inside.
I get overcome with chills again and just ran out.
There was no way the door couldve made that noise without being locked.
Anyways, I still use that particular bathroom, but never late at night.
Freaked me out good and proper.
112.Ghosts in North Carolina.Didnt work or stay at a haunted hotel, but my uncle did unintentionally.
Shed disappear when hed turn around.
113.Ghosts in a new building.I worked briefly at a hotel that everyone claimed was haunted.
Oh but that doesnt mean she doesnt still have her fun here and there.
No way, never again.
Me: Maam Im sorry was there something wrong with your room last time?
TeacherLady: No but she dont like me at all.
You know who I mean.
Me: Wait… what room were you in?
TeacherLady gives me a room number that is not exactly the Ghost Room.
TeacherLady then says I know its not the room but SHE was in there and never again.
Me: Actually I do know what youre talking about.
Shes generally harmless, a little annoying but harmless usually.
TeacherLady: Last time she jumps on my chest and tries to strangle me.
Ill never stay back there again.
Later the TeacherLady comes back down and says You must think Im crazy.
But that girl she can not rest.
This is what I felt in that room.
You must think Im crazy.
Me: Actually maam I believe you.
I dont think youre crazy, I dont really like going up there either.
TeacherLady: Someone needs to find who killed that poor girl.
Man mother eff the top floor.
My grandfather was holding my son and crying while I talked to my grandmother… Had he not stopped the car hed have hit them.
117.My grandmother had gotten my mother a phone for her room when she was a girl.
The lady across the street had died a few days before.
She immediately hung up the phone and told me that there was no mistaking whose voice it was.
It was the lady who just died.
119.All my life Ive seen people on the side of the road when I drive at night.
I always thought they were ghosts of people who died in car accidents.
The scariest part is that it turns out I have schizophrenia.
I was perhaps 4 years old, no older.
My dad died when I was 2.
121.When I was about 14 I was sleeping over at a friends house in the finished basement.
122.My great-grandmother watched my great-grandfather die.
They were truly in love forever.
After he died, she woke up every morning and said damn it!
because she was ready to pass away.
Finally one afternoon, they heard her go John, finally!
Why are you always late?
They were frozen as John was my great-grandfathers name.
They walked in 10 minutes later and she passed away.
She was just waiting for her husband to come get her.
123.So I spent six months living in my familys cottage in the far north of Michigan.
124.My parents have both passed away.
This wine rack has three shelves, and I was instructed to keep one shelf between the boxes.
Well, my dad passed in 2011 and my mother in 2015.
It took me a few weeks to find a box for my mom.
Apparently someone wasnt happy about this.
Outside we had a doorbell.
Every single night at 3AM it would begin ringing and wake me up.
I took the button portion inside so nobody could push it.
Still would ring at 3AM.
Took the batteries out, still rang at the same time.
Broke the whole thing apart, still rang.
Our phone began to call itself and displayed my moms name on the caller ID.
Even though the bill was in my name.
My dads guitars hung on the wall next to this wine rack.
The strings started breaking, one every few days.
None of it has happened since.
125.As a kid, I grew up in a wildlife refuge in Long Island (Wertheim).
The Barteau Family (also spelled Bartow or Barto) was the other major landowner at the time.
Between the two, they owned most of the county.
While exploring the preserve, we found an additional Barteau family graveyard.
Fence was knocked down, trees down all over the place, no path, no markings, nothing.
While looking around and reading the stones, we noticed something strange.
This is awildlife refuge.
Birds are chirping, deer are running, squirrels are scurrying.
Not even a mosquito.
It was so quiet you could hear the blood pumping through your head.
Theres no trees inside the fence.
Its covered in leaves, its clearly untouched, but theres nothing growing.
Everything around it looks like its dying too.
That put the creepy level over the top, and we made a run for it.
126.This is one my grandma used to tell about one of her aunts.
They lived in Laos during the Secret War.
Her aunt started talking with one of the American soldiers and he started learning basic Hmong.
After some time, though, he stopped showing up.
The basic consensus was that he was dead, but she kept waiting for him.
When things got really bad and the bombs started dropping, they fled to the caves for shelter.
One night, as everyone is sleeping, she hears a familiar voice.
Hes mumbling in a very broken Hmong, Im back for you over and over again.
She briefly opened her eyes to see a dark figure, clearly not human though, standing over her.
Then, she heard her aunt get up.
Something was said but she couldnt make what it was.
The figure then left and the aunt followed.
This was still in the middle of the night, mind you.
The aunt was never seen again.
The story is that the dead soldier came back to take her with him.
Or something else imitated him to get to take her.
I knew I was the only one there at the time, so I decided to investigate.
Im starting to get a bit freaked out so I yell out hello?
Holy shit, was I freaked.
Called my boss and she casually brushes it off like meh thats regular here.
My youngest at the time was about three and fearless.
She went to different rooms with my brother, exploring and having a jolly old time.
Until she got to the kitchen.
she swears she did.
I dont believe in ghosts or what have you, but her reaction made us question that.
I run into her, but then she appears in the seat beside me.
She forces my head toward her abdomen.
Where her stomach would be theres a large mouth.
The teeth are made of broken glass and sharp metal.
She keeps saying sssshhhhh shhhhh.
I wake up from the dream and Im still hearing sssshhhhh.
I look at the foot of my bed and shes standing in my room.
She walks through my door and into the hallway.
She walks down the hallway and vanishes through the front door of the house.
I didnt realize at the time, but my dad was on the couch.
He asked me if I was okay and asked if the flickering lights are what woke me up.
He didnt see her and I never noticed the lights flickering.
130.I went on aTinder date a couple of years ago.
Everything started out relatively normal.
We met at a nice downtown restaurant for dinner.
She was even prettier in person and the conversation was flowing.
However, it didnt take long for me to realize she was a super private person.
She made it clear that she was protecting herself, and honestly I dont blame her.
I shrugged it off and the date continued.
She took great interest in the fact that I was in seminary studying to be a pastor.
That was nice because usually thats a deal-breaker for most women, at least in my experience.
Toward the end of our meal, she confessed something to me.
I have something to tell you, she said, but kindly dont think Im crazy.
I braced myself for whatever she was about to say.
She explained that she recently moved into a new apartment.
She lived alone, which was also a new thing.
She had hardly slept since she moved in because she was plagued with constant nightmares and strange occurrences.
I could see the fear and exhaustion in her eyes.
She seemed quite sincere.
I can tell youre a good guy, she said.
She elaborated that I seemed trustworthy and had a calming presence.
I know how this sounds, but would you yo come home with me tonight?
Honestly, Im just scared to go back there alone.
I am NOT looking for sex.
I was really taken aback by this.
Its not every day I get asked to spend the night with a beautiful woman whom I just met.
I figured she was either telling the truth or she picked a really odd way to initiate sex.
Either way, the night would be interesting.
We talked for a bit longer and I agreed to spend the night with her.
I followed her home, and when I walked into her apartment I was immediately struck with bad vibes.
There was just something ominous about that place.
I didnt want to freak her out, so I kept these feelings to myself.
I said a quick prayer and followed her to the bedroom.
She wasnt kidding about the sex.
I tried my luck but was met with swift rejection.
We kissed and cuddled for a bit, nothing too crazy, and then she fell asleep.
I just laid there for a while in the silent darkness, lost in thought.
Some time later, I 100% heard someone walking down the hallway outside the bedroom.
The door was closed, however, so I couldnt see anything.
I was definitely frightened, but my curiosity got the better of me, so I went to investigate.
Slowly I opened the door.
I looked to my left, then to my right.
I walked downstairs to check out out the rest of the apartment.
I went back upstairs to check the bathroom and the guest bedroom.
At the end of the hallway, I saw a black, humanoid body standing there perfectly still.
It was almost like a shadow, but I could discern that it was a three-dimensional figure.
This figure was large in stature; theres no way it couldve been my date.
She was maybe 51 at best.
I hauled ass back into my dates room.
To my horror, she wasnt in bed where I left her.
I called out her name, but there was no response.
The bed was low to the ground, so she couldnt be under it.
The window was shut tight, plus it was the second story.
It was as if she vanished.
The shadowy figure was gone.
I jumped in my car and sped away.
I never heard from her again.
Her Tinder profile was deleted the next day, and she never responded to any of my texts.
Till this day, I have no idea WTF happened that night.
I checked the news and stuff like that, but never found anything.
Easily one of the most terrifying, unexplainable things Ive ever experienced.
131.I had a shadowy figure go across my wall once as a child.
We lived in an old funeral home that was turned into an apartment.
In fifth grade, my class went to the Belle Grove plantation, which was at Cedar Creek Battlefield.
Cool house, still has damage to her columns from gunfire from the battle.
There are these big double doors on each side of the room, and they are open.
And then we hear humming coming from outside.
But thats the thing; it wasnt any of us, and it was coming from outside.
Doesnt sound like much, right?
Well fast forward a few years, and Im reading a Ghosts of Virginia book.
Theres a story about Belle Grove in it.
She dies just a few days later.
A slave girl was accused of the beating and murder and was hanged for it.
And the lady of the house liked to walk in the garden and was always humming.
That just thoroughly freaked me out when I realized I got to witness it, too.
133.There is a place called Meadowbrook Manor in Rochester Hills, MI (my home town).
The house is both beautiful with stuff like secret staircases through book shelves but its also very creepy.
There are a few known ghosts including caramel apple girl.
He asked her are you okay?
and she said she was lost.
My buddy said hold on, well find your parents so come on down.
He turned to grab a phone for a moment and turned around and she wasnt there.
He checked the stairs and the peanuts were there.
He and a few others roamed the house looking for the girl.
He called me and I drove over real quick because I thought this was awesome.
After another 30 minutes of searching we finally called the police and the employees locked the place up.
134.Theres abridgenear where I grew up in Bumfuck, Tennessee that is notorious for screaming at people at night.
Well some friends and myself had heard this story for years all growing up but never tested it.
So one night after a few beers we get up the notion were going to go test the thing.
So five drunk guys pile into a beat-up car and we drive down and park on the bridge.
This is 1:30 AM or and its dead silent out.
We sat there for a good 45 minutes and nothing happened.
Now Ive heard bobcats in heat while hunting and they do like a scream-scream-scream kind of thing.
Its hard to describe but they do it in little repeating bursts.
This was a good 3-4 second extended scream at incredible volume.
We tore out of there like a demon was chasing us.
A couple of miles down the road we finally stopped and actually processed what happened.
My adrenaline was going so badly and I was so scared I was just shaking uncontrollably.
One of my friends had actually pissed himself, which Id never seen anyone actually do.
One friend immediately left the car and vomited.
To this day I have no explanation for it.
135.My BFF once mentioned to me that her BF could see/feel ghosts/spirits.
Hes kind of a one upper, so I brushed it aside and never thought more of it.
We werent drinking, just hanging out and chatting.
Suddenly he went very still and silent, my BFF asked him what was wrong.
He said he felt a presence in the house and it was very strong.
He told us to keep chatting like we were and he was going to feel for it.
BFF and I return to our gossiping.
He says it doesnt feel like other spirits though, more like a good presence/guardian angel key in deal.
I still dont really believe him, so I start asking question.
He says the entity is definitely related to my family and that he is young.
Then suddenly, he turns to me and asks, Did your mom have a miscarriage?
The blood drained from my face and I got goose bumps everywhere.
My mother miscarried a child before me, it would have been a boy, my older brother.
Then he said Had she named him?
He assumed he was there at that time to watch over her.
I never doubted his ability after that.
I still get chills to this day just thinking about it.
136.My brother saw my father floating up the stairs and to his room.
he started screaming when he entered his room.
He disappeared when we went to his room to see why my brother was screaming.
My father died in 2005.
The night went on and the noises came and went.
Struggling to sleep, I went downstairs to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.
The figure was all black with bright, white eyes.
I still dont know what I saw or if it was even real.
That was one of the last times I spent the night there.
No thank you…
138.The hallway on the second story of my house is quite narrow.
Not even two people wide.
I was home alone, and walking through the hall.
With no warning, I hear an EXTREMELY loud pop from my right side.
But there was only a wall on that side.
And it sounded as if it came from RIGHT above my shoulder.
Like someone fired a gun next to my ear.
I was so startled, I leaped down a flight of stairs accidentally slammed my face on the wall.
Hasnt happened since, so maybe the spirits feel bad.
139.This happened about 8 or so years ago around Thanksgiving at my grandmas house.
Everyone was asleep except for me.
The only people in the house were my grandparents, my mom, brother and I.
(This is key.)
I was on the computer because I couldnt sleep.
I turned on a small TV to watch Adult Swim while I browsed the Internet.
At around 4:30, I started getting a chill up my spine, and I heard some children laugh.
Distinctly the voices of a little girl and boy.
I figured maybe the radio in the kitchen was on.
It was digital, so maybe it just came on for some reason or it had a timer.
From giggling to guffaws to hard laughter.
Once the guffaws started, I started to hear a baby cry as well.
Whats going through my mind now is what the fuck kind of radio show is this?
And I just took three steps.
Nowhere near the door.
I took a few more steps and the laughter turned hysterical, if not maniacal.
The babys cries turned to screams and wails, as if it were in pain.
The last couple of steps increased the laughter and crying to an almost deafening level.
It was like I was at a concert and the speakers were directly in my ears, blasting noise.
It was painful and scared the shit out of me.
I started to run but then something shoved me.
The crying and laughter stopped as soon as I was back in the room.
This all happened within 20-30 seconds, but it felt like 10 minutes.
140.I was 13 and living in a small farming town.
It was close toHalloween, so the change in seasons was in the air.
We walked far enough down the road that the streetlight behind us was a distant oasis of light.
It provided just barely enough illumination to remind us it wasnt all empty fields along the road.
There was also the cemetery that ran for a short section beside this part of the road.
My friend tried to jokingly say scary things, but their words echoed hollowly in the silence.
There was something in the trees and it was BIG.
It was making a lot of noise but it wasnt thrashing wildly.
It seemed to be moving toward us slowly but purposefully.
The sound of the dead tree limbs breaking as it pushed past them sounded like explosions in the darkness.
That was the first time in my life I understood a deer in the headlights.
It wasnt until a blur of movement crossed in front of me that my full mental faculties engaged.
I decided that was a valid option and took off after my friend as fast as I could.
We reached my friends house safe.
We spent the rest of the night theorizing what that was in the trees.
In the morning I walked back down the road to town and past the cemetery.
During the day the eerie atmosphere was gone.
141.First of November this year.
I looked down the end of the bed and there was a figure of light standing there.
It wasnt a normal light though as it didnt illuminate the room or anything around it.
The figure then moved around my bed and went out the bedroom door.
Last thing I remember before falling back to sleep was my heart thumping like crazy.
142.This happened when I was around 5 or 6 ish.
I lived in this isolated house so there was pretty much no one around for miles.
We had a car garage and me, my sister, and cousin were playing at night around 10pm.
At this point, I felt like someone was watching me, so I turned.
I froze and stared back to see what I was seeing was real.
We eye locked for at least four seconds, which felt like eternity.
But at this point I couldnt hear my sister laughing or my cousin, it was super quiet.
I kept on calling my cousins name but I didnt hear back.
At this point I thought they were dead.
I freaked out, lost my eye contact with the ghost, turned and screamed my cousins name again.
All of a sudden I could hear them laughing; I quickly turned back and he was gone.
I cried, telling my cousin to go back in the house and it isnt safe outside.
All he did was giggle.
Idk still to this day I am afraid of ghosts.
And thank God I left that house.
I had so many weird dreams and experiences in that place.
143.I was visiting a friend of mine who lives in Virginia.
He has a nice little cabin in the mountains that holds a mere four people max.
The highlight of his little home is his massive basement.
This thing has to be 4x the size of the house itself.
The perks of being a bachelor know no bounds.
I went to use the bathroom but the door was locked.
I could hear water running so I figured one of his buddies was using the bathroom.
Well, shit, I thought to myself.
Ill just wait until his friend gets out of the bathroom so I can go next.
I turned to walk back down the stairs when one of the steps below my feet collapsed.
I fell through the step and caught onto the low board adjacent to the one that fell.
The staircase is pretty high up so I was kind of dangling there in a daze.
My friend and his buddies all wake up and ask what Im doing.
I tell them the board broke underneath my feet.
We all look at the door and theres no one inside.
The lights turn off, the sink stops running, then the door slowly starts closing again.
I let go of the step in fear and crash to the ground.
All the others in the room stand up and cautiously start backing up toward the stairs.
We hear the toilet flush from behind the closed door and all start screaming.
I had ripped the doorknob off so we couldnt get the door open.
My buddy was jiggling the knob stump and slamming the door with his shoulder but it wouldnt budge.
We all rushed into the living room, closed the basement door, and slept on the couches.
