My dad passed away when I was just 8 months old.
When I started talking, I would tell everyone that I see daddy.
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I was around 10 years old and living in San Antonio.
I got back to the apartment first after school.
I flipped out and ran to my room and grabbed a bat.
I waited 10ish minutes before coming out.
I locked the door when I got home and never heard the door open for someone to leave.
I didnt tell anyone about it Fast forward 6 years.
My Dads story, not mine.
Early 1980s he is working a summer job at Yellowstone National Park (Wyoming).
One day he and his friend Mark hiked up to the top of one of the mountains.
Late in the night my Dad wakes up and has to use the bathroom (#1).
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder pull him backwards.
My Dad calls out, Hey Mark, what are you doing?.
He turns around, turns on his flashlight, and there is nobody there.
He did his business and hurried back to the tent.
So its a typical afternoon, I was online on my laptop in my room and I got hungry.
It was hard to make out at first because Im nearsighted and this thing was kinda transparent.
It was making motions as if it was eating some of the fruit offerings.
Im startled, the monkeys startled, and Im just standing there and not believing my eyes.
In American horror movies and scary stories, theres hardly anything about ghost monkeys.
I dont consume that kind of content… and ghost monkey??
Whod have thunk it.
Anyway later on I told my mom about what I saw and she didnt even blink.
I might as well have told her that the sky is blue, Im her daughter, etc.
She really believes in spirits that much and didnt doubt my story at all.
He said that theres a lot of monkeys in Cambodia.
I didnt know this at all and have never seen a monkey irl.
My mom doesnt talk about monkeys and owns nothing related to monkeys.
So thats my story.
Neither me nor a ghost monkey expected to be spooked that day lol.
I stayed at my grandmothers house that my father spent a large amount of time in as a kid.
My father drove us there in one go and was understandably tired after a 17-hour drive.
We all started to lay down and my father checked in on us before going to bed himself.
I asked my Dad about it before he left and he said ghosts use it as an entryway.
My grandmother then changed her expression and said, OH, the mirror?
Apparently, that mirror came from her grandmother.
So, she made her home into a hospice.
Those who stayed in the room with the mirror, saw things.
A lovely old lady saw and heard a young lady come into her room and played a harp.
A young boy found an older boy who played games with him and really knew his games.
It stared down at him and simply asked, slowly, WHY.
I kept that mirror covered.
I blinked and she was gone.
From the time I was about 12-17 years old I lived in what I believe was a haunted house.
Ive never had experiences like I had in that house since moving out.
A few specific memories come to mind.
Once I was hanging up laundry in my closet.
I heard someone whisper my name in my ear, clear as day.
Id never sprinted out of a room so fast.
We were sitting near a small closet in the basement.
My parents eventually decided to sell the house.
We moved into a new place before selling this place.
She went to turn off the lights in the basement which had multiple light switches.
One was at the far end of the basement away from the stairs.
She turned off the light and swears she heard heavy footfalls of someone running towards her.
She ran out of the house without turning out the rest of the lights and locked the door.
Nothing happened then but they did ask us if we wanted to babysit their kids.
Some of the things that happened at that house;
1.
Crying baby ghost in a bedroom (heard by many but never seen)3.
Shadow of a lady in a nightgown whisking past the landing.5.
Ghost of a lady in a nightgown in the garden in the early hours.6.
Strange lights in the cellar.7.
Got pushed down the cellar stairs by nobody.8.
General gripping sense of unexplainable dread and terror sometimes as you enter some rooms.10.
Dogs apparently seeing ghosts and getting very upset by them (growling, barking and then shaking).11.
Unexplained smells (room suddenly flooded with the scent of strong perfume which then disappears without trace).12.
Chairs and other furniture sometimes being moved around at night.13.
This is my moms story, but she is completely sane and I believe it.
My parents went to South Carolina for a wedding.
They stayed at some old plantation bed and breakfast spot.
She was sleeping when she woke up all of a sudden.
She had her cellphone plugged into the wall and was on her nightstand.
There was a notification on the phone so it was blinking.
My mom said its ok, its just a phone.
The ghost turned and made eye contact with my mom, then disappeared.
I used to sell HVAC in Michigan, during college.
As Im putting together the quote, we get to talking about the home and its history.
But one thing that made my ears perk up was the people that lived with him.
Then the one across the room.
Then the one in the kitchen.
Then the one in the hallway.
I just kinda got quiet and sunk a little in the seat.
Then the old dude raised his voice and said something like okay, thats enough for today, sweetheart.
We can do it again tomorrow.
TL,DR: did an HVAC quote for an old historical home.
Turned out to have a light loving specter.
It was a silent and still night with fog developing in the moist PNW woods.
I heard someone keep asking Hello?
Can you hear me?
My friend asks Are you hearing that?
At once we all sit up and start shuffling around in the tent looking for the phone.
There is no phone in the tent.
I look to my friend on the other side of the tent and ask what they heard.
It sounded like someone saying Hello?
Can you hear me?'
Still sends shivers up my spine.
I am suddenly jolted awake by this roar that sounded like it was going directly into my right ear.
He looked sad and I remember feeling bad for him.
However, it wasnt near the house.
He came to me because I was the new boy of the house.
I used to work at a museum that was once a functional prison.
A split second later, he vanished into thin air.
I have dozens of stories about that place.
I dont believe in the supernatural today, but I used to.
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah.
I was staying the night at my grandparents house on Main Street.
I didnt want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement.
I took my matchbox cars and played night city with my glowing Better Blocks.
I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2?
Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played night city for a good hour.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car.
Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldnt miss his train.
He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again.
My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up.
They hadnt seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him.
He was the black sheep of the family.
I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city.
They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle.
Again, he died when I was 2.
He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.
Whenever I get sick, I get the same nightmare over and over.
Background story: My room has a bed with a metal bed frame and Im a very messy person.
I cant move and shes just sitting and watching me for hours!!
She never moves, just sits there.
It walked closer and closer to me until I woke up screaming.
I told my dad about this days later and he said he had the same dream years ago.
The only difference was that in his dream the demon tried to drag him underground.
My dad passed away when I was just 8 months old.
When I started talking, I would tell everyone that I see daddy.
My mom would even walk in on me talking to my daddy in the crib.
Strange thing is, my mom never taught me the word daddy since I wouldnt be needing it.
I told her that he was coming to get Grandma and take her with him.
Not even an hour later my mom gets a call that my grandma passed away.
My bio dad passed when I was 4.
After he passed I still continued going there on the weekends.
He comes and visits me!
My Dad died a month ago very suddenly.
Were Native people so we believe in the spirit world.
Little weird things happened throughout the week of his funeral.
After we buried my Mothers and his ashes together as they wished… we saw three rainbows.
Remember the double rainbow guy?
I was three times full of joy as he was .
We went back to my uncles to relax.
The door to their lower patio blew open.
We all looked at each other.
We woke up the next morning and fresh snow had fallen.
It was very early and no one would have been walking around.
We saw two sets of footprints in the snow in a circle.
This is way up north so people arent just walking by.
What made me happy was it was two footprints.
My Dad had lost a leg in 2013.
I was glad to know he had gotten it back.
I was in Yukon on a winter camping trip a couple years after my mom died.
Ive seen the lights a few times before but Id never seen them like this.
By the time the others were dressed and outside, the lights had faded.
Immediately after their tent zipper closed the lights came back even bright than before.
It completely changed my life.
Still brings tears to my eyes to think about it.
I was really young.
I would guess 8-10 years old, but thats just a ballpark guess.
I shared a room with my younger brother.
I had top bunk.
Every morning, our mom would come into our room to wake us up for school.
It was the worst feeling.
This morning, I had already been awake for some time, just laying in bed.
It was still dark outside.
So Im sitting there, laying in bed, and the door to our room opens.
It doesnt take much effort to turn my gaze to the door.
She takes a step in, closes the door behind her, and slowly starts approaching our beds.
I finally open my eyes.
The door is still closed.
Im super confused at this point so I lean over the railing to see what shes up to.
And there was no one there.
I dont believe in ghosts.
Im sure theres a completely rational explanation for this.
Maybe there was no one there at all and I imagined the whole thing.
Its not a super interesting ghost story, but its all Ive got.
Its the only weird story I have from my childhood that I cant explain today.
My family moved into a somewhat older house on a lot of land when I was 7.
We had the most wonderful Akita at the time (a breed known for protecting its family).
One day we get home from wherever, and Pluto is at the top of the stairs growling.
Refuses to go down there.
She ventured back into the house with a knife.
Came back out a few minutes later, and hadnt found anything.
So we went on with our lives.
My poor brothers room was in that basement.
Im fairly convinced that house was haunted.
Here is one of my experiences that has stuck with me since I was a kid.
It wasnt a trick of the light, it wasnt my imagination and it was real.
One night I saw it looking at me.
I was coming in from the movies and my parents were asleep.
It fucking blinked and its mouth goddamned moved…I froze and I couldnt move and I couldnt scream.
Ive never felt such malice and evil intend radiate off of anything in my entire life.
This happened to me when I was 9 (2010).
My friend in the neighborhood found a ouija board in his brothers stuff while he was away at college.
He told me what it was and asked me if I wanted to play it with him.
Trying to impress him I said yes and we went into his room and we tried it out.
Nothing happened and we were left disappointed.
I agreed as I was more confident that nothing would happen.
We asked the board if anyone was there and it of course went to Yes.
We asked the ghost what its name was and it spelled out Owen.
My friend asked if it was a person and it went to No.
We asked what it was and it spelled out Demon.
I then asked to prove it.
You know that call in the intro to Finding Bigfoot?
Well, thats the closest thing to what we heard from the garage.
Keep in mind, it was only us in the house.
It scared the shit out of us and we ran out of the house.
We checked the garage, nothing.
Anyway a few weeks go by and he tells me how he is having paranormal experiences.
He feels like he is being watched whenever he is downstairs in the kitchen and living room.
He feels someone sitting on the end of his bed every night.
Every time he walks past the garage he feels someone grab his wrist and pull it towards the garage.
Whenever I went over I always got the feeling that someone was looking at me from the ceiling.
It was defiantly unnatural.
Then, came the scariest part of all.
Sounded a full grown horse was walking around downstairs.
Then we heard someone begin to laugh and cough at the same time.
My friend ran over and slammed the door shut and we hid.
He hid under his bed while I hid in his closet.
He started crying and I was on the verge of tears.
My friend yelled Leave us alone, Owen!
It began to stop and then we heard it run down the stairs.
He flicked the fireplace on and the board began to burn.
His parents came home and saw that he burned his brothers ouija board.
They grounded him and threw the burnt board away.
That was the end of the paranormal experiences in my friends house.
And thats why I will never take part in one of those games again.
Ok guess its time for my long story time post.
I was 5 at the time.
Just moved to FL from NJ.
Lived in the back of an apartment complex and on the third floor.
Only my mother and I.
Out of nowhere, the door slammed shut HARD.
Of course my mother runs to my room to check on me.
We took a week vacation after that.
She called out my name and apparently I answered in a deep male voice.
She then ran out of the house and didnt return till morning(dont blame her…).
Still get chills thinking about this shit.
There were so many more than just this.
I have a few but here is one.
When I completed the trail I saw a women wearing a white gown standing in front of a tree.
I stopped my bike because I saw that she had no face.
I rode my bike towards her until I was about 10 feet away very close and still no face.
Then her head turned toward my direction.
I jetted and went home and didnt bring it up to anyone for years.
Ten years later my childhood friend saw the same woman with no face.
One year after that our mutual friend shot himself in the head a few feet from that very spot.
Plus, some of my classmates lived close by too.
After about 20 minutes, I decided to go home.
As I was walking, I suddenly stopped and looked over at a tree.
My grandma had told me that it was there her best friend was buried.
There wasnt a grave stone, but over time had a tree grown on her.
Was all I asked, not expecting a response.
A ghost of an old lady, in her 50.
I assumed that was my grandmas best friend.
I dont remember exactly what she said, but I think she said she was doing good.
I stayed an extra 20 minutes, and talked to her.
I cant really remember what, but possibly my grandma.
The only reason why I left, was because my mom called me.
I said my goodbyes to her, as she disappeared.
So not really a scary story, but still a ghost story.
