I was about 13 and multiple bloody scratches manifested on my body.
My neck, my back, and my wrist were scratched and bleeding.
I remember they tickled then burned.
Yuris Alhumaydy
1.I was driving across country with my mom and sister.
I was 16, my sister 20, my mom in her 50s.
It was late, but we were well rested still and alert.
Two men about 17-20 were standing outside the Honda in hoodies, statue fucking still.
The teenagers were to our left.
My mom and sister went inside and I stayed in the car.
I was mostly watching the car in front and the two men who had still not moved at all.
They werent on phones.
There was no light anywhere but the dim overhead lights on the gas station awning.
They were just fucking standing there, still as stone.
Not black, not reflecting any light at all, just a fucking void.
And you know the worst fucking thing about it?
It was the fact that we couldnt find the place on any map.
Wed traveled on that interstate since and there was.
It was in an old house that had been converted into offices.
When the new owners of the building took over, they left the stone where it was.
That was a mistake.
I heard stories from some people who worked there back then.
Shadowy figures seen in unoccupied rooms.
Lights going on and off for no apparent reason.
Supposedly, all the activity died down when the stone was moved out of there.
Well, most of it.
Then one night, I went out into the offices and turned off all the lights.
You know…save electricity and what not.
I went back into the studio to keep doing my show.
A little while later, I walked out and saw that all the lights were back on.
There was nobody else in the building.
We pulled out the album and looked for the track that was indicated as playing.
It was a song called Ill Sleep When Im Dead.
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 blinked and she was gone.
5.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.
6.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.
7.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.
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.
9.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.
10.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.
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.
12.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.
I was watchingGhost Hunterswith my family and my Mom asked if I remember the old man in the tux.
13.I worked in a fine dining restaurant in a beautiful heritage house from the early 1900s.
Think national historic site.
They were the huge carved oak kind, very heavy.
I put a note in the back room for the morning staff.
14.Lawrence Hotel downtown Dallas.
10th floor last door on the right.
My buddies came in town and happened to book a room there.
Short story around 3 the fire alarm went off, multiple times.
Afterward we kept hearing a small child cry.
Specifically a small girl.
Loud enough I kept opening the door and it would just stop.
I finally call down stairs only to find out WE WERE THE ONLY ONES ON THAT FLOOR!!!
Come to find out a small girl fell out of the window back in the day.
She cries to get you to leave, which I did.
A little more research and murders and a suicide have also happened on that floor.
15.I was about 13 and multiple bloody scratches manifested on my body.
My neck, my back, and my wrist were scratched and bleeding.
I remember they tickled then burned.
16.In high school, I had a group of friends that loved to explore a haunted field.
Some nights we would go, and nothing happened.
It felt fine, we saw nothing, and wed leave.
The most memorable visit, however, we came with a larger-than usual group.
It was black, much darker than the shadows around it.
He had broad shoulders, a hat, and red eyes.
And strangely, the figure had no legs below the knees.
In the next wash of headlightsnothing.
I started freaking out, and so did the two people standing next to me.
They confirmed they had seen the figure, but the rest of the group hadnt seen anything.
I believe that was a running-to-our-cars-in-terror kind of night.
17.Ten years ago, I was visiting old Aunt Mabel in her house in Minneapolis for the first time.
I had heard through another family member that Aunt Mabel believed there was a ghost.
I dont believe in ghosts, and I didnt engage Aunt Mabel about it.
No one was sleeping in there.
The white doily parts of his vintage clothing were slightly lit up in the moonlight.
It appeared that he was looking right at me.
I rubbed my eyes and opened them again to see the scene differently.
I had mistaken the nightstand covered in a white lace cloth as a little boy.
I went back to sleep.
Downstairs at breakfast the next morning, Aunt Mabel asked me how my night went.
She hinted that I should share any dreams or stories with her.
So I told her about the little boy that was actually a night stand.
Her face lit up and she said, Oh, so you saw little Walter!
The house had been home in the early 1900s to a family with a little boy named Walter.
One day, the boy had been found dead in the basement at the bottom of the coal chute.
It had been a mystery, but foul play had been suspected.
(So says Aunt Mabel.)
Unfortunately, I have not been in touch with Aunt Mabel for a very long time.
I am still curious as to what the full story was about Walters family.
19.I saw my elderly next door neighbor gardening in her back garden.
When I told my mum she said shed seen her too.
Maybe we saw a residual ghost or maybe we were mistaken.
20.My moms dad can sense when a ghost is around.
Her spirit or ghost was around and things kept falling off shelves.
My moms dad kept shivering.
(It was the middle of summer).
People who move into that apartment usually move out within 6 months 1 year.
And not ten seconds later I felt something grab my ankle and hold on tightly.
It had me freaked out enough to sleep with the lamp on that night.
22.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.
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.
One day I was under my blanket and I heard the footsteps again.
(About 2 feet).
I couldnt sleep in the dark and I developed Nyctophobia from it.
25.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 until morning (dont blame her…).
Still get chills thinking about this shit.
There were so many more than just this.
26.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.
27.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.
28.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.
29.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.
We can do it again tomorrow.
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.
