“I clearly heard someone gently knocking on my bedroom door in the middle of the night.
I live alone.”
He tore it down to make more room for the family.
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When she moved out, my aunt moved into the same room.
She would wake up with pictures she hung up laying on her chest in the morning.
I still dont go upstairs at their house because its always cold and I get weird vibes up there.
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Even in my adult life I have scary dreams that take place in their upstairs.
DickRubnuts
2.
The place was built in 1900, so it was just over 100 years old when I moved in.
Those unnerving feelings just became moderately uncomfortable as I settled in.
I felt safe in the bedroom, but only if the door was locked.
One night I was dead asleep when there was a loud BANG on my bedroom door.
For some reason, in my head I would hear gasping noises.
So for that reason, the closet stayed closed.
A month or more after I was woken to the bang on my door, I was dead asleep.
But something woke me up, and it was a pressure on me like being held down.
When I could finally turn on a bedside lamp no one was there.
After then I couldnt sleep in the dark, I had to sleep with a lamp on.
That incident scared the life out of me.
And after that the unnerving feeling of being watched intensified.
Friends would come over, and comment about being uncomfortable in the bathroom like being watched.
I packed up and got out.
After me, several people rented the apartment, and they would move out within months.
I became friendly with the building manager, and I told him that I felt the place was haunted.
He kind of laughed it off.
I went and checked out the apartment, and it looked nicer, it didnt feel as creepy.
He also mentioned that the original designer of the building lived in that apartment, and died in there.
I wasnt mad when I heard that, but felt validated that what I experienced was real.
tightiewhities37
3.
They lived in a two story house by the water, nice area.
The kids were about 3 and 6.
One day I was sitting in their den on my phone when I started to hear a baby crying.
I called for her a couple times with no response.
The baby kept crying.
Then I heard my cousins and aunt playing outside.
All the hairs on my body stood up and I literally felt a chill run down my spine.
I quietly turned around, walked down the stairs, got in my car and drove away.
The baby was still crying when I closed the door behind me.
A few years later I was drunk at a family party and told my uncle the story.
Hes uber Catholic and had a Mass said for the baby.
He said after that it never happened again.
Still gives me the willies when I talk about it though.
urgehal666
4.
We had done it before and nothing remarkable had ever happened.
We usually did it to try and scare each other or are girlfriends.
We all thought it was a joke.
One of the girls there wanted to try it.
She had never done it before.
This time was different.
The board misspelled some of the words the same way every time.
We were all a little freaked out because the board had never been so detailed and consistent.
Finally, my friend asked if the spirit could do something to prove he was there with us.
It went to Yes and then spelled out k-n-o-c-k. Then the planchette stopped moving.
The lights were on outside and there was absolutely no one out there.
We never touched that f-ing board again.
ExcrementCranium
5.
At this point my mum and her friends freaked out and drove off.
judentude
6.
I woke up staring into my reflection.
Including theghostof an old man that was seen three times in my bedroom, once by myself.
This was at the house we lived in for about seven years.
She and I both felt like there was something watching and it wasnt friendly.
It was as though its stare was physically holding me in place.
In a way it felt like the owl came to my defense, as silly as that may sound.
Thats how I like to think of it, anyway.
Come to think of it, I dont think I ever told my brother about the thing.
Kii_at_wo
8.
It needed a lot of work doing but luckily the next door neighbor was a builder.
He came in to do work while my grandmother visited my parents in another city.
On the final day he said Your grandmother is always out working on the garden, it looks great!
It was definitely not my grandmother, she was 100 miles away.
I never told him because hes really superstitious and probably wouldnt have come back!
That scared the hell out of me, particularly as I only looked up because the dogs were whining.
I never went in that corridor again when the lights were off!
Laylelo
9.
Objects in places we didnt leave them, voices, lights, nothing particularly creepy though.
I have 2 brothers and we are all exactly 2 years apart.
When I was young, roughly 9, my brothers about 7 and 5 shared a room.
Across the hall was my room.
Our doorways looked at each other.
I awoke late into the night/early morning as it was still dark to a methodic click sound.
I could see my brothers light turning on.
Periodically and in succession.
He turned, dead eyed, to my mother and I and stared coldly for a few moments.
They keep getting closer.
When I turn the light off, they can almost touch me now.
The next morning I asked my brother what he saw.
Except they were darker than the darkest shadow except for white lines that surrounded the outline of their forms.
They had empty white eyes.
Every time the light was off they inched closer.
When the light was on, they vanished.
It freaked me out.
But from here it only got worse.
My mother obliged so they could finally get some sleep.
I started staying with them at night to help them sleep.
The night the lock was placed on the door, we fell asleep with relaxed fears.
This became almost nightly.
It quickly evolved into whispering comming from the door of the closet.
Coos and coaxes to near the door.
Desperate pleads to just let us out.
My mom thought we had overactive and gruesome imaginations.
Maybe she was right.
This continued for almost a year and as suddenly as it began it just stopped on the year mark.
No sounds no traces.
We carried on with life, other strange things occurred from time to time.
We stayed in that house for 13 years.
We moved and I moved out of my moms house.
You see I work until midnight.
So Im up all night.
My brothers childhood bedroom window faces the backyard of my current home.
I looked up as my dog started staring in that direction to find the light going on and off.
I found it strange.
It became a nightly occurrence on my walk to look up and see the light.
I remembered The children from The closet.
Just like my family.
When the fire broke out The boys became trapped in the bedroom my brothers slept in.
The boys of the original family died of smoke inhalation.
Only 2 of the 3 bodies were recovered.
The mother made it out of alive and later took her own life.
The house laid in ruin for 2 years and was rebuilt in 1989-1990.
In that time several strange deaths occurred.
A husband and wife moved in with an infant daughter who died of sids 5 months after moving in.
In 1991 a single man moved in and hung himself in the basement.
The daughter slit her wrists in the bathtub and died of blood loss.
A year later the oldest son shot himself in the basement.
The house remained empty until 1997 when a widow and her daughter moved in.
No incidents were recorded and the family moved out in 1999, the year my brother was born.
Families were in and out without incident until 2004 when my family moved in.
We moved out in 2012.
RealAbstractSquidII
10. glittercatbear
11.
That morning, shes still half-asleep so I get into the shower.
While showering Im 100% certain I can hear someone calling out my name.
It was really odd, but again I dismissed it entirely.
Finished my shower and went about my day, never mentioning it to anyone.
And then you went to go to the shower?
But this was the one thing Ive personally experienced that feels like it was legit supernatural.
sfinebyme
12.
Next to a full can of Coke.
When I was home alone.
ArcOfRuin
13.
The house was known as the old boys home.
It was used to house boys with behavioral issues but was closed due to allegations of molestation.
Anyway , I was living with my boyfriend and three year old daughter at the time.
My bedroom had a large fireplace that had been boarded up and painted over.
That night, around 1 am I had heard a small voice saying mom , mom , mommy.
I kept feeling around and I was still hearing the voice but I couldnt feel her.
My boyfriend woke up and turned the bedside lamp on asking me What the hell are you doing.
I explained that Amelia was trying to get in our bed and I was reaching for her.
There was nobody there.
My daughter was sound asleep in her room.
Then the next night came.
You know that feeling in a bed when someone lies down next to you?
Where the bed pushes in and there is a warmth in your back?
I felt that, So I assumed my boyfriend had come back to bed.
GoatbustersBM
14.
One day she goes missing.
Family doesnt know where she is and we dont either.
About a week later police find her body in a dumpster, she had been dead for 4-5 days.
She had been mugged and had several stab wounds.
Incredibly tragic, who would mug an old lady?..
Heres the spooky story.
The following day had search going through the area.
ObiMemeKenobi
15.
There was nothing there.
Not just no people or horses, there was no field; just more and more houses.
luckycynic
16.
MMMLG
17.
I nearly shat my track suit.
wonder-maker
18.
I heard footsteps and voices inside of my haunted house
I currently live in a haunted house.
But the strangest/scariest experience I had was the first night I spent in the house.
I said, Good night, turned off my light and tried to sleep.
When I woke up my closet door was ajar, but other than that everything was otherwise untouched.
mrttenor
19.
He looked right at them, smiled and said, Good morning ladies.
And they just smiled and nodded as he passed them.
aural89
20.
We lived in a very creepy very old house when I was little.
Two of them did not have batteries in them.
Up until we moved, that would occasionally happen.
Either one or two toys at a time.
LameGhost
21.
People go there for skiing and hiking.
I was often frightened when I was a girl.
I didnt like the dark, and I was super scared of the possibility of ghosts etc.
I never found it easy to sleep because of this, even at home.
I then felt the bed sink a little next to my feet.
I heard the creak of the old mattress.
Someone was sitting at the foot of my bed.
My heart was honestly pounding.
I hadnt heard my sister or parents get up, so I was terrified.
Whatever was sitting there quickly moved so it was sitting on my feet.
I felt the weight of whatever it was.
I heard the mattress creak again.
My feet were freezing cold.
It then moved off my feet, and settled down next to them again.
The old mattress shifted and creaked again.
The coldness was slowly rising up from my feet, accompanied by a feeling of pressure.
I was too scared to open my eyes.
When the lights were switched on, the feeling vanished.
I have no explanation for this whole situation.
bruciabogtrotter
22.
I thought nothing of it but didnt recognize the chair as being one that we owned.
It was a standard metal folding chair that you would buy for a couple bucks at a retail store.
I folded it up and propped it up against my dads work bench in our garage.
I looked high and low for that metal chair but couldnt find it.
I swore to her that I wasnt on drugs and that I wasnt imagining things.
She thought what I was telling her was strange but didnt pay much attention to it.
I never saw that chair again nor do I know where it came from or where it went.
Interestingly_Boring
23. kmoneyrecords
24.
It was where I asked her to marry me after a lavish meal.
Anyway, the first night we stayed there, we were sleeping in the single king bed.
I believe the alarm clock said it was 2 or 3am.
It was so deliberate and loud that it woke us both up.
The next morning, to my surprise, I found that a.)
there were no pencils in the room and b.)
there was no desk.
Wellthat was not the case.
The only thing I could find to write with were ballpoint pens with their caps on.
They wouldnt make that distinctive, loud noise that a ridged, wooden pencil makes as it rolls.
The whole thing was weird enough for us to talk about it that morning.
I do not believe in ghosts but to be honest, Id love to encounter something unexplained.
But thats not all that happened.
That night we were both in the soaking tub.
The water was up to my chin.
It was greatwe were in the middle of February, a cold and miserable month in Pittsburgh.
We were sloshing around in the tub having a blast, pretending we were rich.
Basically, that sound of feedback that precedes an announcement.
The whole room filled with the buzzing sound of microphone feedback.
Our hearts thumped in our chests yet again.
And then we both practically jumped out of our own skins.
We heard the distinctive sound of someone blowing into a microphone to test it.
You could see it in your head it was so distinctive, just like the pencil.
My heart went from thumping wildly to thrumming like a hummingbirds.
Naked, I lept from the tub and threw a towel around myself.
That was a man blowing into a microphone, I said.
My wife stayed in the tub, scared and quiet.
So that was our story.
We still had one more night.
We were exhilarated by our engagement and the ghosts that haunted the hotel.
A week later I had the thought to email the hotel.
I asked them about their building.
Pittsburgh is an old town.
And downtown Pittsburgh is a very very old town.
I dont know why I found meaning in that explanation or why it made everything click so well.
But my thoughts immediately went to the sounds of a factorythe PA system, the drafting table.
All relics from another time in that buildings life.
GilbertPersian
25.
That morning, I was woken up, and I flung my legs over the side of my bed.
