Go ahead and call into work because you aren’t sleeping tonight.
I was playing poker on a late Sunday night when suddenly I got a very bad feeling.
Chills ran through me, but I didnt feel sick.
fredrik Andreasson
I wasnt drunk, tired, or even remotely feeling physically bad.
I just had a sudden need to get home and check that that my mom was safe.
So I cashed out my chips and left.
fredrik Andreasson
Disquiet followed me all the way home, but I never considered anything out of the ordinary.
I figured I was just thrown off by being out so late on a Sunday.
The night was cold and quiet, but no stranger than usual.
I called out to her that I was home, and she was very relieved.
I went to hang up my winter gear by my window and then I saw it.
It was blacker than the surrounding night and seemed to warp the space around it.
It moved fluidly and with clear agency, floating like a squid through water.
Ive never felt terror like that.
I knew I was seeing something I had no business seeing.
It wasnt thrilling, or exciting; it was just awful.
The truth is, I wouldnt want it.
I felt…awareness from this thing, and it wasnt friendly.
I felt that if it knew I saw it, something horrible would follow.
So, I closed my shades and hid under my blanket like a little kid.
He told me cops were all over the place downstairs.
He saw the look on my face, and I told him what happened.
He laughed it off.
We came back and found a young guy wandering my hallway.
He was a reporter and asked us if we knew where a woman in the building lived.
We asked if he knew what was going on…
There had been a murder-suicide.
A man shot his girlfriend and then killed himself.
The murderers mother lived on the other side of the building.
No, I didnt hear the shots and then filled in the blanks with an imaginary specter.
Ive fired guns since I was a kid, and I know what they sound like.
No, I didnt watch a horror movie or have anything supernatural on the brain.
Ive never seen anything remotely similar since.
Im open to the idea of things we do not understand, but understand the importance of healthy skepticism.
But I know what I saw.
More, even, I know what I felt.
It was like peering behind a door that was never meant to be opened.
People think they want to see supernatural occurrences, and perhaps theres a good aspect to them.
Things like what I saw go against everything we consider to be right, in a very profound way.
I remember an old house I lived in as a child.
We discovered a hidden hole in the wall, big enough to crawl through.
It led to a small peephole in the bathroom.
I always wanted to play in the tunnel but mom wouldnt let me.
In that same house, we never saw a single mouse.
Until one night they came flooding out of every inch of the house.
Talking thousands of them.
I remember my mom freaking out and rushing outside.
Carrying us in her arms as she ran over thousands of mice everywhere!
When we came back the next day after staying at a relatives.
There was not a mouse in sight.
None dead or any traces of them.
We still talk about it at family events as the most fucked up thing we have ever saw.
When I was little I loved recording my own voice on the family tape recorder.
Basically making me sound like a smurf or chipmunk speaking at normal tempo.
I ended a sentence with saying Och alla de andra barnen!
(And all the other children!).
It scared the shit out of all of us and no one can to this day explain it.
Being older now, I realize its probably a very strange artifact of overdubbing, magnetic tapes and such.
But there are qualities that I still dont quite understand and cant explain.
Then the Van stops right in front of my house and 3 people pop out.
2 goes to my neighbors house to my right and the other comes to my house.
Theyre all dressed in black and theyre going pretty quickly.
Literally nothing the van drove away without anyone hoping back in.
I never saw the guy leave my doorstep.
The footprints stopped at my door.
There were no tracks leaving my front door nor where there any anywhere else.
When I was a student, I worked at a theme park, probably the oldest in UK.
Obviously, I was nominated to turn the lights off.
My immediate thoughts are, someone is playing a prank.
So a casually walk to the exit chuckling to myself about the pathetic attempt to scare me.
But no, all were there comforting my female colleague who was now slumped in a chair crying.
She went back telling everyone the ghost had got me.
This night I was closing up on my own, still unafraid cos science right?
Science or not, I ran to the door slamming it closed behind me.
I scrambled to get the keys in the lock and turn them before running back to the office.
I never went in that shop again.
Not only had I witnessed something I couldnt explain, I had felt it too.
Now I keep an open mind, just because science cant explain it, doesnt mean it isnt real.
I have a few times that I find interesting if not creepy.
When I was a kid I spent a lot of time at my grandmas home.
It was an old farm house built on 1906.
Anyway… lots of people were there.
I was playing with my dolls on my grandmas bed when I heard someone run down the stairs.
The foot of the stairs was at the edge of the door to my grandmas room.
No one ever passed by the door after running down the stairs…which was odd.
Being as young as I was I was like meh and went back to playing with my dolls.
Another time was when I was 16.
My best friend had dropped me off at home after hanging out.
The house was empty.
My parents were at church and wouldnt be back for at least an hour.
It was dark but I knew how to get around without the lights.
I went straight for the bathroom to get ready for bed.
It was completely silent and then I heard whispering coming from the hallway.
It sounded like two women shooting the shit in whispers.
It freaked me out but I figured it was my imagination.
Then I noticed my dog heard it too.
Her little head was cocked to the side like most dogs do when they hear something.
Thats when I got creeped out.
I ran to my room and stayed there until my parents got home.
The last time I am going to list here happened about 8 years ago.
It was during daylight hours.
I was getting dinner ready for my 3 kids and husband who would be home soon.
After 3 kids I developed a bit of a big ole butt.
On occasion, my shirt would ride up and just rest on it.
I said thank you and looked to see which kid did it and no one was there.
I looked in the den and they were all there watching the movie.
So the ghost in my house also cared about my silly insecurities.
My hometown is a mid-size California city with a large data pipe of bike trails throughout.
He was in front of me, and we were going at a pretty easy pace.
As I went through, I felt something like a hand grab at my right ankle.
I looked down, thinking something was caught on me, but there was nothing.
Without mentioning what I felt, I asked him what it was.
He said he felt something like a hand pull on his right ankle.
I told him something like, what the fuck yes I felt that too, and we were stunned.
We fucking hustled out of that trail.
Ive been back through that way a few times since, but Ive never felt it again.
Thinking back now, it was unusually cold in that part of the trail, too.
Were talking a noticeable temperature difference in Southern California in the summer.
Ya know, this wont be as elaborate or otherworldly as some of these…
In fact, thats the point.
Anything big or ghostly, Im immediately going to think Im being pranked and get angry.
I was at my parents house, around age 18, and was up late in my room.
I got a little hungry around 2 am, and decided to go rummage through the kitchen.
I was quiet and moved in the dark so as not to wake anyone.
When I took two steps into the kitchen, the light turned on.
I was completely alone.
As I said before, I get angry when Im being punked.
I went through that whole house, and everyone was asleep.
I come back, the light is off.
Freaked me right out.
Not creepy in the sense that its harmless but really unexplainable.
Must be grandpa playing with his beloved possessions.
I always had some explanation as to what it could be, and never told anyone about it.
I still remember every detail, and I still get chills from it.
The creepiest experience that I remember was when I worked at a haunted PepBoys store.
I remember working with my friend the Asst.
Manager well past closing time.
My friend followed me with a flashlight so we could see back into the store.
I have other stories about that store as well if you want to hear them.
So back in 2015, I found myself in Iquitos, a small city in the Peruvian Amazon.
I was seeking ayahuasca, the religious sacrament of the natives and a powerful hallucinogen.
The medicine calls you so they say and for better or worse I heard the call.
The shaman told my little group that if you meet something you MUST ask for its name.
Dont tell it anything about yourself until you know its name.
The guy next to me was screaming and crying.
It was taller than I am so Ill guess maybe just under 2 metres in height.
Its skin was black and shimmery, like oil on water.
I fucking screamed bloody murder like a normal person.
It regarded me for a few seconds and then melted into the darkness of the jungle.
The scariest thing about my ayahuasca experience is that my hallucinations were not strictly my own.
Anyway, demonic contact or not, I sleep fine now.
It would make me scream and cry.
I dont know if it was a dream or something I imagined while awake?
But I am pretty old now and still remember it.
Having a large metal ladder thrown at me when I was alone, full story below.
When I was really young, I used to spend the night at my cousins house.
Weve grown apart since but I still remember that there was always something really creepy about that place.
We lived in Florida and they lived in backwoods areas, always in some old run down trailer.
Which means total darkness at night and quite frankly it was ALWAYS unsettling.
Now imaginary friends are pretty common at our ages but hers always seemed… unusually serious.
There was no way she could have thrown anything at it and no one had entered the room.
Something appeared to havekickedthat balloon across the room.
Oh, and I hope Hopper learned to fucking chill.
The front door of my parents house opens itself.
Its something that has happened many times and everyone in the house has seen it do this.
The creepiest was one night, around 3 am, Id gotten up to use the bathroom.
We always lock the door at night, which is directly in across from the bathroom.
The door was closed and locked when I went pee.
And then one night 5 years ago, I saw a thing for the first time.
It casually glided across the room and disappeared.
I have no idea what lives in their house.
My best friend died when I was 17 and it devastated me.
I woke up panicking but eventually gathered myself and got up and started going about my day.
Im not a religious person by any means, but I have no answer for this.
I lost my shit and it still blows my mind to this day.
I woke up sobbing and then the phone rang next to the bed.
It was my best friend calling to verify I was okay.
Everything seemed like it had already happened.
I cant describe the feeling accurately but damn was it strange.
I was 19, working in fast food at the time.
No drugs, so this wasnt some hallucination or something.
Every customer was familiar.
I even guessed what the next person would order.
I got it right about 40% of my guesses.
I also knew for whatever reason that our coffee machine would stop working and it did.
I was put on drive thru half-way into my shift and all those people were familiar too.
I just cant say how that happened…
I was always interested in the paranormal because of so many events I had as a child and teenager.
Id see shadow people, black shucks, demons, etc.
Turns out, years later, when I was 20, I was diagnosed with Narcolepsy with Cataplexy.
Now lets circle back about 3 years prior I became really interested in paranormal investigations.
This was around 2003/2004 and way before the shit became popular on TV shows.
I formed my own group of four people.
Digital cameras werent really developed enough at the time to produce any quality, so we still used film.
I had a $400 EMF detector, IR sensor, other night vision web cameras, etc.
I was really into the shit for the technology at the time.
The story goes that the oldest girl finally got fed up and decided enough was enough.
He lit a cigarette on the way inside and boom.
It really was out in the middle of nowhere, no homes for several miles.
The home showed significant fire damage, so the story had matched so far.
We packed up around midnight and went home.
I spent the next morning reviewing the footage nothing.
We went back that night at dusk again and once more set up shop.
This night felt different uneasy..uncomfortable.
We took turns exploring the house, the barn and the field around the property.
The IR detector was picking up some hot spots, too.
We decided to head out a little earlier that night.
Again, the next morning I spent watching 3 hours of film from the video camera but nothing.
We return for what would be our final time.
I still cant describe it til this day.
I felt nauseous, shakey and this overwhelming dread that somethings just wrong.
The other two chime in and agree that something just feels off tonight.
All of a sudden, theres a blood-curdling scream of a little girl somewhere close by.
Keep in mind, the closest home is 5 miles away.
It was high pitched, horrified, shattering.
GO GO GO GO!
Were practically trampling each other to get into a 90s 2 door coupe and we take off.
It wasnt just the scream that instilled fear in us.
It was the feeling.
Just like we had all felt, we only had seconds to get away.
That sick feeling followed us all the home and into the next day.
All these years later, at almost 32 years old, it makes tears well up in my eyes.
Ive survived 2 near fatal accidents and nothing has ever made me feel like that did.
This isnt the original.
Here you go:
you could tell how old this is, its still on photobucket.)
If anyone took the time to read this, Id like to hear your thoughts on the photo.
Again, its OLD.
And a digital is all I have remaining.
Heres a few more pics of the property.
Just hope to prove these are all authentic.
It did hell on the photo.
I went on a camping trip with my twin brother, our friend, and my new puppy.
We didnt pass anyone on the trail so we assume the cabin is taken.
So we put up our tents and start a fire, make some dinner, then go exploring.
We have some target practice with the shotgun and then head back to camp.
Our friend that was with us insisted on calling his girlfriend so I let him use my phone.
There is only one bar of service so the call keeps getting dropped and eventually my phone dies.
I decide its bedtime so I take the gun and the puppy into my tent and go to sleep.
I wake up to my brother shaking my tent and asking me did you hear that!?
Its pitch black out at this point.
I lay down and not five minutes later I hear a big crash out in the wood.
I ask my brother did you hear that?!
So I take a flashlight and the shotgun and go sit by the fire.
So we make noise and throw more wood on the fire to scare away whatever it is.
We start hearing crashing increasingly frequent circling around us and the tent.
Whatever it is there are more than one.
They make no sounds other than the crashing around.
You would expect to hear grunts from bears and yips from wolves.
Moses would have moved on with us making so much noise.
It goes on for hours the circle getting tighter and tighter.
Their focus is on us.
I get my phone it turns on and I call my mom.
Magically I have 2 bars and I tell her to come get us now.
I hear Im on my way.
And the phone dies completely.
It wont turn back on.
I tell the boys its time to pack our things and go.
They of course protest saying we should leave it but I cant bring myself to do that.
We pack everything and move to my pack hanging in a tree.
Whatever these things are they are still circling us.
We know its time to move.
I take rope and make a leash for my puppy but he is trembling so hard he cant walk.
I make my brother carry him.
The puppy is about 30 lbs so its not really easy.
We start back for the road.
The trail is pretty swampy and muddy.
It wasnt an issue in the daylight when we werent being stalked by god knows what.
We are slipping and sliding all over the place and we a still surrounded.
We keep seeing things pass on the trail ahead and behind.
When we are about a 1/4 mile from the road we stop hearing them.
We loaded the packs and got the hell out of there.
We told my mom what happened and she was pretty freaked out.
Well, she was already freaking out because of the phone call.
I have never experienced anything like that before or after.
I have been back to the same area multiple times with no issues.
I couldnt tell you what was out there and to be honest I dont care to find out.
I used to live in the Philippines in an old wooden house where generations of my family lived.
Its generic setting for a generic scary story.
Anyways, one night, my mother was watching TV downstairs and lost track of 2 year old me.
She ended up looking for me and eventually started yelling my name out to find me.
With no luck downstairs, she checked upstairs.
She looked through the room closest to the stairs.
She saw me standing completely still in front of a wooden wardrobe with a huge mirror.
According to her description, 2 year old me was pointing and staring at the dresser mirror.
I was still, quiet as if I was mesmerized by something I see.
She asked, What are you doing upstairs in the dark?
I turned to her and replied, Theres a bloody man in the mirror.
Even now as I write about it, it makes me feel uneasy.
Why would 2 year old me say that and why would I stare and point at a wardrobe mirror?
Definitely something weird there.
I work overnight in a hotel at the front desk running the night audit.
Most of them have worked in security or back of the house operations.
My hotel is an older hotel in a downtown metropolis.
We are in a skyscraper with over 20 floors above ground, and several below.
Mostly though theres nothing.
Well, mostly nothing.
And here we find the creepy things that cant be explained.
The hall lights on this floor are always on regardless.
Then theres the north stairwell.
We have 2 stairwells in the building, one on the north side and one on the south.
Anyway, theres an urban legend surrounding the north stairwell.
Still, many people have claimed to have had the same experience, even guests.
Then there is the case of the shadow person on the top floor.
Just a reflection of the flashlight in the window, dust in the air.
He turns the light off.
The shape that was in front of the window is gone.
He turned around back to the door and was instantly shocked again.
We had never seen him like this before, and he swore he was telling the truth.
So we took turns going up to investigate for ourselves.
Anyway, thats his story.
Finally, ghost calls.
Anyway, every call to the hotel comes through PBX, our phone operator.
That way we still have coverage at the desk and on the phones at all times.
We are a fairly large hotel.
Overnight, we dont get as many calls as during the day, but they do come through.
And then there are the ghost calls.
We call them ghost calls because theres no one there making the call, the room just calls.
But its not just one call.
The calls will come sporadically, for hours sometimes.
I know them by heart by now.
So the operator called the room back, and the current guest answered.
The operator apologized for disturbing them, assumed they got the number wrong, and hung up.
A few minutes later, that same room was calling.
But it wasnt the guest.
It was a ghost call.
You get the idea.
Almost everyone whos worked the phones has received their fair share of ghost calls.
Engineering has checked and re-checked the phone systems and the wiring, and everything appears normal.
And yes, guests do occasionally die in hotel rooms.
No, I do not know if these rooms specifically have been rooms that guests have died in.
Make your own connections.
Dads a truck driver.
I used to go with him every Summer for many years.
There are only two other semi trucks, its late and Im an insomniac 12-year-old.
Its the middle of the desert.
Just highway and red dust for as far as you might fucking see.
I hate driving through the desert for exactly this reason.
Im from the Midwest and we have hills and trees and corn fields that break up the horizon.
Its completely cloudless and because all the trucks are off there is no light pollution.
Its past midnight and I open up the cab blinds and look out at the dunes.
The moon and stars are so bright that it might as well be noon to me.
So I can see miles into the dunes.
Im 12 and I hate these roadside turnoffs, no bathrooms, no lights, no nothing.
Out over the dunes, I see a black blotch walking along the crest of a dune.
It stopped and just looked out at the trucks, for a good long while.
If I had to guess, 20 minutes?
12-year-olds dont really keep track of time well.
It turns and runs WAY too fast back up the dune and I didnt see it again.
I didnt sleep till the sun started to rise.
I woke up in California, my dad joking that I slept through 3 states.
After the San Diego Zoo, I pretty much stopped freaking out about it.
She died in the morning in her room, there was no time to get her to the hospital.
the funeral started around eight p.m., it was also Christmas Eve.
When I got home most of the houses around had parties but mine was totally dark.
I laid down in their bed, where my grandma had passed hours ago and started crying.
I took it and went to my room sobbing and slept with it in my hand.
