There are some moments in life that simply can’t be explained—that take us beyond the every day and open our eyes to something else. Something deeper. From eerie coincidences to strange apparitions, these Redditors had experiences that are so unsettling that we can only suspect that paranormal forces were at work. Make sure the lights are on—these stories are as creepy as it gets.
1. The Lady In Blue
When I was like three or four, my grandmother passed on. Soon after, all of my extended family flew into town to have the funeral. A week after the funeral, some relatives were still in town, including my uncle and his family. My grandmother wanted us to sell the house after she passed, so my family did exactly that. It was hectic cause we were trying to pack everything up meanwhile everyone still had to go to work and school.
On one of the days that we had to pack up the house, my parents both had work, my older cousins had school, and my uncles and aunts had jobs/other stuff. However, my uncle, who was my grandma's oldest son, was available to watch me for a couple of hours. According to him, I asked him to go to the bathroom while he was watching TV. The closest bathroom was in my grandparent's old room so I went there.
When I came back, I asked my uncle who the nice lady on the bed was. He kinda played along with it because he might've thought it was an imaginary friend or something. He asked me questions about her to entertain me. I described her as dark-haired, kinda white, and wearing a blue nightgown. By the time I finished speaking, he was white as a ghost.
He told me my grandmother always wore a light blue nightgown to sleep. After that, my uncle and I left the house and waited outside for my parents to come back home.
2. Howdy, Partner
I was staying the night at a friend's house when I was about 13. We were watching The Shining with her older sister and another friend when I saw a black figure in my peripheral vision. I turned my head all the way to the right and watched this solid black figure in the shape of a man wearing a cowboy hat walk from one side of the house to the other.
I didn't say anything to my friend when it happened. I thought maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me because the movie was scary. After the movie, my friend's sister and others all left the house to stay elsewhere. My friend's parents were out of town.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to someone stomping up the stairs toward the room we were sleeping in. We thought maybe her sister had just come home and ran upstairs to bed. We went to check and found no one. But it didn’t stop there.
We heard the stomping a few more times, and then a really loud bang on the wall...the wall between our bedroom and the outside of the house...on the second story. My friend looks me straight in the eyes and says "Did you see the man earlier”? I swear no one else was home and my friend was just as terrified as I was. We hid under the blankets and didn't come out until we could see sunlight.
3. On His Last Legs
When I was 10, my great-grandfather passed on. My great-grandmother wasn’t used to being in the house alone, so my dad and I put an extra light fixture in the hallway for her. After we finished, I took an extension cord back down to the basement. I tossed it onto the table and began walking up the stairs. As I was climbing the steps I glanced to my right.
Beneath the wall, I saw a pair of legs dressed in slacks walking by the table I just left. I bolted and ran past my great-grandma and dad on my way out of the house. It was only the three of us there.
4. A Wake-Up Call From Home
Around eight years ago, I was on vacation with my parents and my cousin. My sister couldn't come as she had just started her first job, so she stayed home by herself. When we were children, both my sister and I used to be really close mainly because we shared a room for my first eight or nine years.
We used to have our "code" with taps for asking things like “Are you already asleep"? "Are they (our parents) asleep"? Stuff like that. She is also always doing something or looking for something to do, always being the first up. When she was up and wanted me to wake up, she would do the creepiest thing. She would place her face as close to mine as possible and stare at me. I don't know how long she would stay like this but I can clearly remember multiple times waking to her doing this.
I, of course, would shout or at least panic until realizing it was her. I guess it was fun for her and I have to admit, I also did it a couple of times. So now we are on this trip it has been at least 10/12 years since the last time my sister pulled this prank on me. My sister and I are not as close as we used to be, we have certainly grown a little apart but we still love each other.
It was the last night of our trip before heading back to our city, and we had just found this nice hotel close to the pyramids in Palenque, which meant no cellphone service. We were sharing a room. My mom and dad were in the first bed and my cousin and I were in the other one. At some point around 4 am, I woke up to the same old sensation, like someone is staring at me so I open my eyes.
I could clearly see a face. My immediate reaction was to shout, waking my mother up. I have to say that this sensation by itself is really scary, but years of experience with my sister waking me up like this took the threat away. So despite my shouting, I wasn't scared—it was just too familiar. My mom turned on the light and asked me what happened.
I told her that I was pretty sure my sister had just woken me up. I know it didn't make any sense but I felt it was her, though I cannot say I saw her face. I just saw a face and then it disappeared, immediately. My mom is really superstitious so she couldn't sleep after that because she felt something was odd and I couldn’t sleep thinking of my sister.
Later that day, in the morning, we made a disturbing discovery. We noticed we all had lots of missed calls. My sister was involved in a really bad car accident. Luckily she only had minor injuries. To this day I don't know what to make out of this experience, my brain tells me it was just a coincidence. On the other hand, it's the only way I would have thought of my sister sleeping. It was just so real, so between both of us.
5. As If Time Stopped
When my father passed on in the hospital, my mom and I got home and looked at the family clock. It was one of those old French mechanical ones with weights. The clock had stopped exactly at the time of my father’s passing. Now, nothing was wrong with the clock. The weights were up and everything should have been working. It just stopped ticking at exactly 8:35.
I’m not generally a religious person, but that was definitely odd and got me thinking. Exactly one year later, on the first anniversary of losing my father, the clock stopped again at five past half nine. Same story this year. I feel as if the clock has some connection with my father.
6. Listen To Your Intuition
I usually get home from work and leave the door unlocked for my roommate, who usually arrives at around the same time. Well one day, I apparently had locked the door without thinking about it, which turned out to be a lifesaver. Our front door didn't have any windows or a peephole so you can't see who is there. I was in my bedroom when I heard the doorbell ring.
I thought it was my roommate who couldn't get in because I'd always leave the door unlocked. As I'm walking to open the door, I get this overwhelming feeling with chills that I should not open or unlock the door. It stopped me right in my tracks. So as I'm standing on the other side of the door, the doorbell starts just constantly ringing, and I can hear a guy singing and whistling on the other side.
He starts knocking and finally tries turning the doorknob over and over. Now, on any given day, the door is usually unlocked but that day, for some reason, I had locked it. As he's trying to open the door, I hear him yell "I know you're in there. I can see your car in the driveway”. He stands there for five or so minutes and leaves.
Don't worry I had called 9-1-1 and apparently he had been running around my neighborhood doing this to random houses. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't had that feeling of locking the door and then not opening it?
7. Dogdrop
I don't know if I would say the only possibility is paranormal, but it was weird. I have had several dreams similar to what I am posting. I've been a caver in Florida for about 13 years, since I was about 6; and have been to a lot of caves. Never been afraid before this to go in one.
When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I started having this reoccurring dream. I would have it at least twice a year, always the same even though I would realize I was dreaming after the first few iterations.
I would fall asleep and dream of being in a cave and going into this little hole in the bottom. Inside I would see a 10-15 foot long corridor about 2-4 feet high. At the end, it would always turn left, and I always saw a bent red stop sign at the end, like someone ripped off the top 2 feet and tossed it in. But I would always follow the corridor.
I would turn and walk past the sign despite being scared, despite many times knowing what was there, and the corridor would start descending, quickly opening up into a large vertical chamber with the path leading down in a corkscrew. Everything became blurry at this point, but it was always the same.
I saw trash scattered on the walls.
I saw the pit leading down to a curved floor. But that wasn’t the thing that bothered me. What bothered me was what I saw down there.
I saw things, undefined...animals or people or something else at the bottom.
And I saw my family, each with one of the things, being tortured and killed. Every time. And I could never do anything.
After I saw that, I would be stuck for a few seconds until I felt more than saw everything turn and look at me. And I would wake up. Not like a normal dream where you just drift to consciousness or a nightmare where you bolt up in fear, but like something pushed me out. Like I wasn't supposed to be there.
So I have this dream multiple times a year until I turned 15. My father decided to take us to some caves we never had been before. One of which was Dogdrop. It was likely named so because someone either threw their pet in there, or a coyote fell in and the body was later discovered.
Dogdrop had a roughly 30-foot rappel straight down to enter. I went down with my brother while my father waited up at the top. There was a hole in the ground. I started to feel uneasy though I didn't know why. So I followed my brother into the hole. I felt worse as I moved down.
When I looked up, my blood ran cold. I saw the same corridor, the same turn, the same wall, the same bottles at the corner.
I instantly was hit with this overwhelming sense of nausea and fear and being watched and everything was screaming at me to leave. I froze and must have made some noise because my brother turned around and asked what was wrong. I managed to say I wanted to leave now and climbed out as quickly as I could, followed immediately by my brother.
We packed up and left, never have gone back and never will. I haven't told anyone what actually happened, just said I wasn't feeling well, and they forgot pretty quickly. The thing that really makes it creepy for me is I have never had the dream again. Year after year I would have it consistently, but it just stopped after that. But I still remember it all.
And I still feel afraid, almost an external fear, when I think of it.
8. Should’ve Just Peed In The Hot Tub
A few months after my grandpa passed on, I was chilling with some friends in a hot tub, drinking, and we got onto the subject of my grandpa and his passing. I told them stories he told me of him fighting in WWI and WWII, and how cool he was. Well, I get out to go pee, because I'm not an animal who pees in the hot tub, and go inside.
On the small table outside of the bathroom is a few pictures of myself and my parents, my grandpa and grandma, and one of the only photos we have of grandpa in the Allied uniform in Germany. It's the only one that's face down. I figure one of us must've drunkenly knocked it down or one of the cats was playing around, so I flipped it back up and went on my business.
About 20 minutes later, had to refresh the drinks, go back inside and the photo is now the only one standing. All other photos are down. I flip them back up and figure one of my friends is messing with me. Go back outside and tell them what happened, and none admitted to it. Everyone had been peeing outside the tub into a snowbank off the porch…confirmed by the off-color snow.
I tell them to be serious with me because it's actually disrespectful of my grandpa’s memory to mess with his photo and my family's photos like that, and everyone confirmed they weren't messing with them. I had been the only one going inside to pee and get drinks, always getting for friends too, so this was odd.
I go back in again, and this time I have consciously made note that no one had entered or exited the house since the last time I came out. All the pictures have been placed on the floor face down, except for uniformed grandpa, and the photo is upside down it the frame.
9. A Nightmare Come True
When I was about eight and staying with a friend, I woke up from a dream crying that my dog died and asked to go home. This had never happened before and never happened again. The parents got me to go back to bed. I did, and in the morning when I got home, my family was sitting silently in the living room.
I found out that my dog was run over late the night before at the same time I had the nightmare. I was so shocked that I couldn't even cry.
10. Woke Up Dead
A few years ago, the day before my birthday, I had a really weird dream. I was in my mother's kitchen with her, only there were no walls and just a dark expanse all around. I walked up to her and asked, "So, how did he die”? She replied, "He woke up dead”.
I woke up at that point, around 4:30 AM according to my phone, and wrote this down in my dream journal beside my bed, which I was keeping at the time in an attempt to spur lucid dreaming. A few hours later, maybe after 8, my brother called me, crying. What he told me left me chilled to the bone. He said that our uncle "S" had passed on suddenly.
Apparently, my aunt woke up around 6:00 to wake him up for work as usual, only to find him blue-faced and cold in the bed next to her. He had choked on his vomit. This was completely unexpected; he had no medical conditions that would have worried my aunt, his sisters, or his mother, never mind the rest of the family.
Even the autopsy came back inconclusive; they couldn't find any reason—medical, neurological, or chemical—as to why he suddenly puked in his sleep and didn't wake up from it, though my aunt did say that the coroners estimated he'd been gone 1-2 hours by the time she got up, right around the time I woke up from the dream.
11. Home Alone
I was either 13 or 14, home alone one evening before my parents got home from work. I was in my room watching TV when I heard the blinds from our patio door in the kitchen slightly move. I freak out and go take a look and notice them just stopping as I arrive. I am weirded out but in my head, I explain it as an air current passing through the house, since our heating is on.
As I’m heading back to the room, I hear a sharp thump sound as if something has fallen. I’m freaking out, as I now think there is someone in the house but I know there is no way they could have been in the kitchen and then my room without me noticing. I peek inside and see my baseball player statue that has a flat base laying sideways on my dresser. Somehow it got knocked over.
I run downstairs put the TV on full blast as I didn’t want to hear anything else and wait terrified for my parents to get home. After that evening, I never experienced anything freaky at all in that house.
12. Gimme A Break
When my mom was a kid, she was waiting with her younger sister at the bus stop when she felt a strong craving for a candy bar. She is normally extremely cautious and responsible, but this one time she felt such as strong urge for candy that she decided to run to the nearest convenience store with her sister and get some.
By the time they got back to the stop, a driver had lost control of the bus and mowed down a bunch of people there.
13. The Magic Trick
I was walking into my bedroom, just having closed the door. I felt a chill down my neck, and was frozen in fear. At that moment, the necklace that I had been wearing fell to the floor. I don't know why, but I knew something strange and terrifying had just happened. I picked up my necklace from the floor, and it was still clasped.
14. Turn Around
I got lost with my girlfriend at night in Waco, Texas. Roads were deserted. No people. No cars. Then I saw one lone person standing on the corner as I made a turn. I heard a friendly male voice in the vehicle, as if sitting in the back seat, say to me, "You're going the wrong way”.
I noticed I was, indeed, going the wrong way on a one-way street so I did a U-turn. The road took me directly to the main highway. I asked my girlfriend a bit later if she heard the voice too and she burst into tears because she had been so freaked out by it, she thought she was going insane or something.
15. A Haunting Dream
I had a dream when I was three years old about being chased through an old house by a man with a chainsaw. The aged green walls and wooden floors are still ingrained in my memory. My only escape was hopping from the second floor down to the first where I was teleported back into bed with my parents.
The particularly spooky part didn't come until years later. My family went on vacation for spring break to some town along the coast. We stayed in a home that was part of an older settlement in Washington state. Upon entering the house, I was freaking out. It was the exact home I had dreamed of years ago, right down to the walls and the staircase. I felt exceedingly uncomfortable for our entire stay.
Later, I discovered the disturbing truth. I read in a book a long while later that, unbeknownst to my parents, the neighborhood we were staying in is notably haunted due to some murders that took place there in the 1800s.
16. Looking For Her
My grandmother had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's when I was a teenager. After my grandfather passed, she just kept getting sicker. My parents decided to move her in with us so we could keep a closer eye on her. A couple of months later, she accidentally fell and broke her hip, my dad rushed her to the hospital and I stayed home with my mom.
My grandmother used to sit in the same spot all day, a big comfy chair in the middle of the living room. At night, after my dad rushed my grandmother to the hospital, I walked through the living room and saw a shadow, a black silhouette of a large man standing behind the big chair. I jumped from fright and as soon as I took my eyes off of it, it was gone. I thought it was just my imagination so I brushed it off and ran back to my room.
A couple of hours later, I was in my room and my mom was in the living room watching TV when I suddenly heard her scream. I ran to the living room. Her hand was on her chest and she was heaving, her eyes were nearly bulging out. I asked her if she was okay and she said "I could have sworn I saw your father standing behind that chair”!
Needless to say, my dad and my grandfather looked eerily alike.
17. Shh!
My dad used to work at the local library, often times he would stay until late working when no one was there but him. One day he told me he would hear loud crashes upstairs after close, when only he was there—but when he would go look to see what had fallen there wasn't anything out of place. He told me about this and we decided to go take pictures and ask questions while using a digital audio recorder.
The following happened on two separate occasions. One night, while using the recorder, we asked the standard slew of questions and eventually headed home and listened back to the recording. At some point in the recording, a whisper could be heard saying “one and one is two”. I never knew what that meant, but it was just the two of us there so I always assumed that's what the voice was referring to.
On another night we were sitting on the main floor in some chairs using the recorder and asking questions. One of the questions I asked was “Do you like books”? Right after I finished asking the question we heard an unusually large crash behind us. We were pretty unnerved and decided to just leave.
This was a Saturday night, the library was closed on Sunday, so we went back to the library the next morning to see what had made the noise. A couple of rows of books behind where we had been sitting there was a book on the floor, laying open and face down. I picked the book up and the first word on the page it was open to was our last name. The book also had the word “murder” in the title. We were sufficiently freaked out.
My dad and I have always been interested in the paranormal. He has some good stories as well. The library he worked at used to be a train station. I had always assumed that the strange things that happened may have been related to that.
18. A Gripping Story
When I was younger, my parents got me a bunk bed so I could have friends come over and spend the night. You know try to be the cool kid in elementary school who invited all his friends over. Well, it was a trick. Soon after, my uncle moved in with us and he crashed on the bottom bunk while I slept on the top.
My uncle also happened to be bartending at the time so he often came home really late like 2 am, for example. Sometimes a bit intoxicated sometimes not. Well, one night after he comes home and wakes me up from all the noise he makes I tell him goodnight then roll over and try to fall back asleep.
After falling back asleep maybe 30 minutes later, I feel the most unbelievable strong grasp on my arm. Imagine a full-grown man taking his hand and wrapping it around your entire forearm. That's what it felt like for maybe a good two seconds then gone. Of course, it woke me up freaking out. I look down thinking it was my uncle messing with me.
He was passed out on his stomach. To this day, I don't know what caused it.
19. Outside Corroboration
When I was about nine years old, 1995, in the middle of a bright summer day, I went to the refrigerator to get a popsicle. Suddenly a roughly teenage-looking guy, with long brown hair, wearing a beige turtleneck and red plaid bell bottoms, turned around the corner into the hallway to my left, then vanished from toe to head as I looked at him.
I told no one about it for years, until after my mother mentioned meeting the (now-grown) kids who lived in the house before us, who asked her if she'd seen "the bell-bottom ghost".
20. They’re Playing Our Song
I ordered a really cool stereo by mail. My older brother said he’d assemble it when it arrived—he was living in his own place at the time. I told him all I wanted to hear on that stereo was “Heartbreaker” by Led Zeppelin. I came home one day from work one day and heard that song wailing through the streets from two blocks away and I knew my stereo had arrived.
Years later, after I lost my brother, I decided to unbox and use his very expensive stereo system. I realized I couldn’t put it together so I hired a guy to do it for $50. While he was putting it together I was telling him about my “Heartbreaker”-old-stereo story.
He finally said okay, when I put this last wire in it should work. As you can guess, the song that came blasting out of those awesome Bose speakers was “Heartbreaker”. That guy freaked out and FLEW out of my house. FLEW. Didn’t take his money. Didn’t say goodbye, just gone.
I still miss my brother some 30 years later.
21. The Dark
I grew up in a haunted house, so spooky things happened all the time. But the absolute scariest thing that ever happened unfortunately happened about once a week. If you were sitting in our living room you could see straight down our hallway to my bedroom door. It was pretty dark at the end of the hall, but you could usually make out my doorway, the doors on either side, and the pictures and things hanging on the wall.
When "the dark" came, however, it was like someone dropped a black curtain over the end of the hall. You could still see about halfway down the hall, but beyond that, you might as well be looking into a black hole. When the dark came it was always accompanied by this intense, uncomfortable feeling of being watched.
Our family's three dogs would stare down the hallway and growl, and occasionally one of them would get brave enough to walk a little way down the hall, but they always came backing slowly out like they were afraid to turn their back on the dark. After a little while, usually a few minutes to half an hour, the darkness would suddenly disappear and you could see again.
Sometimes, however, it would linger all night, and since nobody wanted to walk through the dark to get to the bedrooms my whole family would be stuck in the living room all night. The first few times it happened we did turn on the hall light to try to see what was down there, but as soon as we turned it off the dark came back.
The dark came pretty frequently, once a week or so. It was rare that the dark lingered more than a few minutes. It was easier to just wait five minutes before going down the hall than it was to muster the courage to charge head first into the dark. We only got stuck in the living room all night maybe two or three times. And it wasn't like we were huddled there in fear, we all just sort of passed out in front of the TV waiting for the dark to lift. Probably we could have just turned on the light and ran for our rooms, but as an 11-year-old girl, I certainly wasn't brave enough to try it.
As for everyone wondering why we didn't just move, well, it was our home. Moving is difficult and expensive, and honestly it wasn't worth it. Understand, weird stuff happened every day, but it was mostly little things that were easy to ignore. The really scary stuff was rare and not enough to send us packing.
22. Country Roads, Take Me Home
Back when I just started working in a new town, my best friend was studying at university one town over. We met once a week in the cinema in her town for the sneak preview. One night after the film was over, we said our goodbyes and I hurried to my car to drive home. When I rolled off the parking lot, I was hit by the thought: "Well, wouldn't it be nice to take the country road home instead of the highway".
I shook my head, wondering where that thought came from, because taking that way would at least double the time I needed to go home and I had to go to work early next morning. So I headed towards the highway anyway. I'd never been scared of driving before or after that night, but I was almost shaking with fright when I rolled onto the highway. The road was quite empty, but eventually, I closed up to a truck.
On any normal day, I'd just overtake it, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. Somehow that truck meant safety to me. Thoughts crossed my mind about what the last thoughts of people getting hit by wrong-way drivers are. Again—no idea where they came from. Well, right before I reached my exit a wrong-way driver passed us by.
As of today, I have not found a logical reason for my fear that night. I didn't listen to the radio, I had a CD playing. There wasn't music or radio in the cinema as well and it was well before the time of smartphones. Something or someone warned me.
23. Take A Picture, It’ll Last Longer
I was at a visitation a few years ago. I was in line at the casket. It was very crowded and the line was long. All of a sudden I felt the hairs on my arm stand on end and I got goosebumps. When I looked up, there was this woman sitting on a bench across the room from me. She was staring at me and had a very stern look on her face. Her brown hair looked like she had slept on it and hadn't brushed it. She was very pale. I stared back at her for about 45 seconds to a minute. She never blinked.
People kept walking in front of her but once they moved I could see that she was not taking her eyes off of me. It made me feel extremely uneasy. I remember my heart rate picking up. At some point, someone near me in line turned to talk to me. I took my eyes off her to respond. It was a very short conversation. No more than thirty seconds.
When I looked back where she was sitting, she was gone. The uneasy feeling stayed with me until I left the funeral home. I scanned the area looking for her. I never saw her again. I don't know if this was paranormal but it freaked me out.
24. Blink And She’s Gone
When I was a kid, I was sitting on my bed, looking out the window watching the cars go by. I saw the reflection of what looked like a nun standing by my door, when I turned around there was nothing, and when I looked back in the window it was gone. A lot of weird stuff happened in that house, toilets flushing, tops spinning on their own, toilets cleaning themselves. And once a balloon went through my entire house to stay above my baby sister's crib.
25. Jim Never Listens
When I was young, six or seven, we moved into our first house. I had a very visceral nightmare about a man chasing me out of my home with a handheld sickle. At first, he resembled my father and when I got out of the house, I turned around and his face was different, skin pale as Michael Myer's mask from Halloween. Eventually, I woke up and eventually forgot the dream.
Fast forward to when I was about nine or ten. I was home alone for summer break and around 10 am I felt a strong urge to get out of the house. At first, I thought there was an intruder, but no evidence to support or even suspect someone had broken in. The best way to describe it was that my fight or flight was triggered and my brain was screaming run.
I ran out the back door and to my backdoor neighbors, who had kids around my age, but had a babysitter. The babysitter let me hang out until my dad came home, but I watched my house from afar looking for any signs of activity, such as people in the windows. When my dad came home, I returned home and I never told my dad out of embarrassment for being so afraid of nothing.
Eventually, we moved to a new home when I was 13. The house dated back long ago, like pictures of the house surrounded by empty plots old. We had an old stair closet that never stayed closed. No matter how many times we closed it, the next morning it would be open. No matter what. I never felt alone in the house, when I was asleep, I felt like I was being watched.
One day I come downstairs and start making a sandwich unbeknownst to my parents. My father makes a comment, "Jesus Christ, is someone stomping up there"? I make a comment that I was in the kitchen.
My father and mother become spooked and grab a bat. They proceed to check every room of the house for an intruder, but we never found one. These problems remained chronic so much that we just got used to it and jokingly dubbed the ghost "Jim". Anytime we heard a weird noise we told Jim to knock it off or tell Jim we weren't in the mood. Of course, the noises never stopped, it was more a coping mechanism than anything.
26. Get Out
In high school, me and my friends started and ran a "paranormal investigators" club. We were lame and it was mostly just an excuse to hang out. We did have a mild interest in ghosts, and our town/school had plenty of urban legends to go off of. We didn't get permission from the school to have activities outside of campus, and we couldn't go into any buildings that had urban legends surrounding them. So we were stuck outside of buildings, on campus, at night.
We had a bunch of outings where we took photos of random things. We looked for "orbs". Then, one day we got our hands on a tape recorder. We had ourselves a little seance. What a dire mistake. We formed a circle, did a generic greeting to any spiritual things that might be present, and included some instructions. We were going to leave the tape on for two minutes and the group was going to be silent.
This was a Friday night. After the tape, we packed it up and went home. Our next club meeting was the following Tuesday. So our teacher chaperone/endorsement was a nice guy. But not anything special as far as teachers go. You know the type. So we sit down and start talking and the teacher tells us that we should probably listen to the tape.
So, we fire it up. Everything is going exactly as we remembered—but then we hear it. About 45 seconds in the tape screeches, makes a sound like it's speeding up, and then in a low gravelly voice we hear: "GET OUT." Tape screeches again, then resumes. Entire two minutes of silence accounted for.
I don't know what to make of the event, all I know is I don't believe the tape was doctored. I don't think the teacher had the skills to do so. And it was old tape, not digital. And the recorder was probably older than I was/am. It might not have been a big deal to just go over and tape over the silence, but I don't think that accounts for the strange sounds the tape made.
27. Don’t Give In
For several years, I experienced what is commonly called “sleep paralysis” the first experience was one of the most terrifying. I was taking a nap on Christmas Day, I had the common experience of a visceral buzzing in my ear/head, and a feeling of terrible evil coming upon me. I awoke, but couldn't open my eyes or move a muscle. I then felt someone grab onto my feet, and start crawling up my body. I felt completely overcome with evil until finally I pushed it all back and opened my eyes, and found myself alone.
Similar experiences happened for years, each was terrifying, but almost became commonplace. I discovered that it was sleep paralysis, and someone said the best way to deal with it was to “give in to it” and not to fight it. One day, I was taking a nap on my bed in the basement, my brother was a couple rooms down in our entertainment room. I felt that familiar visceral buzzing, my eyes opened, but I couldn't move.
I decided to 'let go' this time and I gave in to it. As soon as I had done that, my body started to sit up, I saw my arm rising, and one thought dominated my mind. I had to kill my brother. I was halfway up when panic set in and I pushed back as hard as I could. I eventually woke up panting and terrified.
I never gave in to it again. It's lessened over the past few years, but every year or so it will come back.
28. The Blue Light
Sleepover in high school, all the girls think it will be fun to visit an out-of-the-way cemetery. My friend borrows her uncle's car and we drive the 30 minutes to another town over to sit in a graveyard at 2:30 am. My friend at the time was a "professional ghost hunter" meaning she had a camera that could record video. Her camera even had some garbage "see in the dark" thing, that really didn't do anything. This was back when flip phones were popular.
My friend is driving, and I'm in the back right seat. We get to the cemetery and we pull all the way to the back of the cemetery and turn around to face the front gates. We are about 20 feet from the giant gate. This is on a very long back road in the middle of nowhere. There are a few houses scattered around. Anyway, my friend cuts the lights, takes the keys out of the ignition and we sit and look for stuff to happen while she's recording with her camera and a voice recorder.
30 minutes later, nothing had happened. They were reviewing footage and hadn't seen anything really. I'm bored and I lay my head on the back of the headrest. That’s when it happens.
Everything turns blue. Suddenly I'm in Victorian times as a little boy getting a bath in a claw foot tub. There is a large woman standing over me. She's in a maid's uniform. All black, long dress, not like the Halloween-type costume. I'm just sitting there when she goes to wash my hair. Instead of touching my hair, she's grabbing my throat and pushing me under the water. I stare at the ceiling as things start to go black.
I am sitting in the car again, the lights turn on and it starts backing up. But the nightmare doesn’t end there. The keys are still on the center console, but the car is being sucked into the cemetery further. My friend grabs the keys, all the girls are screaming, the keys plop to the floor and we are now going up the slight incline at the back of the cemetery.
My friend finally finds the keys, shoves them into the ignition and we fly out of there, screaming and trying to figure out what happened. On the long trip back, I explained what happened to me. We get back to my friend's house and we are absolutely losing our minds trying to figure out what was happening. Because my friends were reviewing their tapes we had nothing on film.
I have family buried there, and I've gone back several times. The graves start around the mid-1800s at the front and go to current times at the back. There is a little boy around the age of 8 buried there.
29. A Familiar Face
When I was pregnant with my second son I had a very vivid dream my first son had died in his room. In my dream I walked into his room and picked him up, I could feel how cold and heavy he was in my arms, I was screaming and screaming trying to get help but every time I ran through his bedroom door, I’d end up back in his room. I knew I was dreaming but couldn’t wake up.
I suddenly heard someone very clearly say “He’s fine. WAKE UP”. I opened my eyes to see an elderly man standing in my bedroom doorway, he nodded and walked away. I immediately jumped out of bed, still sobbing, and ran through my house turning on lights, looking for this man. At first I thought it was my uncle who lived upstairs, but my door was still locked.
I realized that I did recognize the man. He was always in my dreams as a child, never spoke just stood there, always in the background and I never thought anything about it until that moment. I checked on my son and brought him back to my bed to sleep. A few days later I was helping my mom go through some old photos she had been given from her family.
We were looking at a picture of a large family sitting around a long table, I recognized my mother’s bio mom, my great aunt, great nana, and then, there he was. The man from my dreams who woke me up! Sitting there next to my great nana, same look, same flannel shirt, pens in his pocket, and balding head.
I pointed him out to my mom. It was her grandfather who she lost when she was a young girl. She was his favorite and wasn’t afraid to show it. I explained what had been happening all my life, he was always in the background of my dreams and never said a word until I had my night terror. There was NO way I ever saw a photo of him and I had never met him in my life.
30. The Haunted Forest
I was on a long bike ride with my friend to where he lived. As we approached a massive forest next to the road, he mentioned that a lot of weird stuff went on in there. Multiple people had hung themselves, there'd be illicit deals and other scary things.
As we were just going by, we suddenly heard a really loud “Hello” coming from the trees. It scared us senseless and we biked as hard as we could. We must've come at least 400 meters from where we were…and with the exact same voice, we heard a scream right next to us.
Neither of us can explain what happened then, and it still freaks me out.
31. It All Made Sense
When I was young, I always had a recurring nightmare about being chased by this blonde ghoul, she would always chase me through this dark, damp, hallway. She would always catch up to me and punch me in my back, and I would go flying for ages and end up in a damp, concrete, square room. When I would wake up, my back would always be arched and I couldn’t move my legs.
The dreams stopped in about 2012, the year my dad bought a motorcycle, which prompted my love of riding. Skip forward four years, and I'm old enough to get my motorcycle license. As a gift, my dad buys me this old 1990s Virago, and I spend all summer riding. Then school comes back, Grade 12, second day of the school year, and I take my bike to school.
Now, this day, the roads were a bit damp because it had rained the night before, but nothing I hadn't come across before. I took my bike in anyways. As I'm riding to school, I go to make a right-hand turn, I start to slow down, turn my signals on, check my mirrors—nothing there. So I continue to slow down. That’s when it all came together.
I was hit from behind by a young blonde woman. I was sent flying 100 feet into an intersection. When I came to, I couldn't feel my legs, and my back felt like it was bent in half like a wire.
I don't know what was going on with my dreams, but it was so similar to my accident, and they happened so often, that I know that it couldn't have been a coincidence.
32. Sorry, Just Looking For The Chips
Once, I was sitting on the couch with my sister in the living room. To the left and through a door was the TV room, where my parents were. Directly in front of where my sister and I were sitting was the kitchen, with a wall separating the rooms. I was facing my sister when we heard cabinet doors move and a crash. We looked up and saw a dark figure floating up towards the doorway to the kitchen.
My sister and I looked at each other, confused because my parents were in the TV room. My mom rushed in and asked if we'd heard that. We wondered if it was my brother, but my mom reminded us that he wasn't even home. When we peeked in the kitchen, every cabinet door and drawer was open.
33. Thanks For The Warning
When I was younger, I was made to stay at a friend's house for the night. It was a giant manor that was built around the 1800s, even walking around during the day was creepy. The parents couldn’t afford the upkeep and so it was falling apart.
So I'm in his room and need to go pee, and the only bathroom was down a long hall with the only light being the toilet light at the end of the hall. Eugh. So I peek out the door and try and build up the bravery to walk it, it's so long and scary. So I run fast and get there, sweet relief, but the whole time I get this chill.
It really feels like someone is watching me as the door is still open behind me. I finish up, and I turn to walk-run back up. I will never forget this image. I see what I think is a head peering out from my friend's room, only the top half. It's staring at me. I see old wiry grey hair, it was definitely an old man. I stand there for a second and as soon as I blink it's gone.
Then I hear a loud creak as if whatever I saw was moving back into the room. I spent three hours in the bathroom, door closed, with the plan to leg it back to his room when it was bright. I told my friend and he just states it was probably his late grandfather, he's seen him sometimes in his room.
34. Who Could She Be?
When I was in first grade, my room at the time was connected to our garage, and instead of being all wood, the door was mostly glass. I went in there one night to grab some things and when I looked up through the door, I saw what appeared to be a little girl around my age at the time, sitting on the other side looking straight at me.
I of course freaked out and told my mom but no one really believed me.
35. Whatever Works…
In my late teens, I had nightmares quite frequently. That may not be the most accurate term, but it fits to me. They were semi-lucid dreams in so far as I knew I wasn't awake, but I couldn't control what was happening. The nightmares were always different experiences, but I had the same objective in each one: Save as many people as I can from what's happening.
People around me would be dying from a fire, or being shot, or a wild animal would be mauling them and I would have to sacrifice myself to try and save them. The thing was, there was always this...thing in my dreams with me. Once it was a doctor with no face, another time it was a bear, I even remember it being the front door to a house once. Whatever it was, it always had the same foreign feeling. I don't think I created it in my mind, I honestly think it came in.
It would always be in the wrong place at the wrong time and hinder my objective in the nightmare. This thing would ensure my nightmare took the worst turn possible, then I would get sacrificed in some way and die. I wouldn't wake up like you normally do when the "bad thing" gets you though. It would continue until I experienced my own dark end, pain included.
Then I'd stand up, as a ghost, maybe—I still don't quite understand how or why—and just have an overwhelming need to scratch myself somewhere. I'd claw at my leg or back or face and the dream would end shortly after that. But that’s not the creepiest part.
The next morning I'd wake up to scratch marks on my body where I scratched myself in the dream. It always freaked me out, but then the dreams went away. Then one night I had a really bad one. I couldn't die, I couldn't scratch the itch, and I was getting afraid. My wife, who was my girlfriend at the time, tried waking me up. She says I wouldn't wake up, but I was crying.
I vividly remember her waking me up and me being unable to move with a giant shadow looming over our bed. I don't think I'll ever forget feeling that helpless. I told her about it the next morning and came clean about the scratches; she had asked about them before. After that night though, I didn't have the nightmares anymore. They just went away.
Last year, I found out something that left me extremely unsettled. I found out my wife had talked to the father at her church who agreed to come to our apartment and bless the place. I guess he spent 45 minutes in the bedroom and she said she had an uneasy feeling the whole time.
I can't say it was paranormal and not just my imagination and me scratching myself in my sleep, but the piece that just bugs me so much is him blessing our place without my knowledge and the nightmares going away after that. I'm not exactly a religious man, but what the heck. I'm shaking now and need to stop writing.
36. The Kind Stranger
I was three years old and distinctly remember waking to see an elderly man, a stranger, sitting on my bed. It's so vivid, 37 years later. I remember in detail how bright the sun shone through the white gauze curtains, being wide awake and clutching my pink braided bedspread up to my chin, just gazing up at this man who was looking down at me and smiling. He had a big, beautiful, and kind smile. I remember his blue eyes and thinning white hair, the visible scalp, even the white sweater and gray slacks he was wearing.
He didn't say anything, just patted my knee through the bedspread. He looked delighted, and there were crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looked like he had been telling me a bedtime story that I interrupted—this is a thought I clearly remember, like I awoke to a bedtime story. I remember not feeling a bit scared.
Truthfully, I was awed because I had never seen someone who looked like him. My family and I are Mexican-American, and we all have the typically associated dark hair and dark eyes/olive skin combo. This man was just so white—fair-skinned, snowy, transparent hair, and those blue, blue eyes—it was like he was glowing even in my sunlit room.
He looked down at me for a few more seconds, still smiling, and the next thing I knew my mom entered the room and he was gone. Of course, the first thing I did was ask her who the man was and where he went. I will never forget my mom's worried, panicked look when I asked her this. She ran out of the room—I guess to make a sweep of our small apartment—and then ran back in to ask many questions. I told her everything, and that was that. She calmed down, I got out of bed and we had a normal day.
Years later, as an adult, I asked my mom if she remembered me ever telling her about a nice man sitting next to me in bed. That’s when I learned the truth about that day. She was shocked that I recalled that morning but then told me, based on my descriptions, that she was convinced her grandfather had paid me a visit from beyond.
He was from Spain and "looked like a white guy", she said, right down to the blue, blue eyes and thinning white hair. She said he was always smiling and, yes, favored sweater/slack combinations. He passed on about 30 years before I was born.
37. You Are Loved
Before my dad passed on, one of his mantras was "you are loved”. He'd say it to us all the time. At his funeral, I ended my eulogy having the audience say "you are loved," in his honor. So...it's an important phrase for me and my father's memory. Now for the freaky part.
I saw a thread on Reddit where OP was grieving and I shared a story about my dad and a gift he'd given me—a bag of silver stones with cheesy compliments engraved on them. He'd written a note about how when he was younger and just striking out on his own, he and his buddies had talked about how nice it would be to have a "compliment vending machine," that would give you words of encouragement whenever you needed it. He concluded by saying "anytime you need a pick-me-up pull out a stone and imagine me saying it”.
So I leave the comment and I immediately got a reply that said only "You are loved”. I was shocked. Once my brain restarted itself, my first thought was, "Maybe they know me”? So I checked out their comment history to see if I could figure out who they were.
Turns out, it was a bot. It had been programmed to randomly select one comment Reddit-wide every few seconds and left that comment a random compliment. So out of millions of possible comments, this bot randomly selected not just my comment, but the one comment where I shared a personally meaningful story about my dad and random compliments and then, it randomly selected a compliment that was super meaningful to my dad and our family.
It honestly felt like my dad's spirit commandeered a Reddit bot to tell me "hey”.
It still gives me chills. The sheer astronomical odds of that happening the way it did astound me.
38. Gut Feeling
My best friends came to my house and asked me to go to the movies with them in a town 1.5 hours away. I'm never one to decline a road trip and the cinema, but something just didn't feel right. I sat in the back seat of the car, and we were about to leave, but the thought of going made me unexplainably nervous. So I bailed at the last second.
I got a text an hour later saying a semi-trailer rear-ended their car, and the entire backseat, where I would have been sitting, was crushed up to the front seats.
39. The Darkest Hour
My house is over 160 years old and listed as haunted. Like, they have to declare it on the paperwork. Things happen all the time, but more like oddities or things you have to figure out a way to explain, nothing malicious. Objects get moved, plants overturned (no, I don't have cats), footsteps, children singing—there were various “hot spots” throughout the house.
The coolest one is the smell of smoke and burning hair. It happens in two distinct places in the house at the same time every year. There was a huge fire that ripped through the town over 100 years prior, can even see the charred timbers in the attic.
There’s also a small attic on the third floor; there is an opening in the ceiling of the bedroom leading to it, and directly above that a few feet up is another hatch that leads out to the Widow's Walk. One evening, I was in that bedroom and happened to be looking up into that space.
Now I have very good eyesight and pretty good night vision. I typically walk through the house at night without turning on any of the lights. Residual glow from streetlamps, the moon, etc, is enough for me to get by. So I am looking up into the attic, and I can see where the beams come together and the topmost hatch.
Suddenly, from the bottom left corner, coming across in a straight line is this blanket of impossible blackness. It moves from the bottom left to the upper right as if someone dragged a thick black sheet over the opening. Mind you, the opening I am looking into is only eight feet from the floor, so only two feet over my head. Once covered, there was no detail, nothing. Only perfect inky blackness, a void of all light.
My friend was with me standing by the doorway and I hear his words "What just happened”? He saw me turn three shades whiter. "I need to go" I said and scooted out of that room with a quickness. To this day, I have not looked up into that space again...not in the evening.
40. Getting Closer
Back in high school, I "woke up" one night on my stomach with my face pointing to the left. My body felt numb, but I was able to "flop"—actually, more like "twitch", and only with GREAT effort—my arms around while I was struck with this overpowering need to fall back to sleep. That's when I saw "them" standing on the other side of the room.
They were like three "stalactite" figures: dark, towering, spiky, metallic-looking beings with tall, pointed heads, a bit like Sauron in his armor, only with no features, and less "symmetrical" in appearance. They just stood there, completely still, as I kept my eyes on them in terror, unable (and, frankly, unwilling at this point) to move.
Eventually, the need to fall back asleep again became too strong and I closed my eyes (I think), only to immediately reopen them in panic. The three figures were now standing closer to my bed than they were before. The sleepiness won again, and I closed my eyes for a second.
Eyes open; they're now even closer, just feet away from me now, and something in the back of my mind told me that if I closed my eyes one more time, "they" would be right on top of me, and I'd never open my eyes again.
Even though they had no (discernible) faces, I could just feel this evil, predatory feeling coming from them. I fought the "SLEEP NOW" feeling for as long as possible, not even blinking as I kept my eyes on those things until finally the entire episode "evaporated" and I jumped out of bed nearly hyperventilating.
41. The Doppelganger
I was annoyed with my daughter because she hadn't cleaned her room in weeks so when I walked by her room and saw her standing there, I assumed she was doing what I said. A few minutes later, she walked out of the shower in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and asked why I was looking at her strangely.
When I asked her who was in her room, she looked scared, too. I never figured out who that was…but they didn't clean up the room, either.
42. Where Did They Come From…And When?
I was spending the night at a friend's house as a kid, around 12-13. Parents weren't home so we decided to go out, do some dingdong ditching, get into some young angsty debauchery. We get home, and it's around 1 or 2 in the morning. Cue a ringing of the doorbell. Naturally, we think someone called the authorities, or it’s an angry neighbor.
My friend had a small window that looked out onto the front porch that you couldn't really see into from outside, so we took a peek at who was calling at such a late hour. I’ll never forget what I saw. Standing at the door was an old woman in a dress and a young boy in a weird newsie outfit. Both were dressed extremely out of period, as this was the 90s. My friend had never seen either in the neighborhood before.
We duck because we're a bit freaked, look again no less than 10 seconds later and they're both gone. Nobody on the street walking away, no cars driving away, they were just gone without a trace. We did not sleep well.
43. Welcome Home?
When I was younger my dad would go on mission trips to other countries leaving behind my siblings and my mom here in the States. One evening while my dad was in Kenya, my mom and I heard the front door open and someone's footsteps down the hall towards us, we both glanced at each other wondering who it might be.
From around the corner comes my dad, who just glanced at us and went into the other room. We both looked at each other with white eyes and asked one another what we just saw. Checked the room, no one in there. To this day no idea what the heck was up with that.
44. We Come In Pee-ce
I've only had one experience, but it was a doozy. I was 16/17 at the time and worked at a restaurant that stayed open til around 2 am, so I got home pretty late. Sometimes I got groceries after, like I did this particular night, and got home even later. Add my 30-minute commute home to where we lived in the boonies, and I'm finally back around 4 am.
We lived by a lake in a pretty wooded area and had a big porch out front. I didn't pee at the store or on the way home, so I had to GO. So, not having neighbors and being a guy, I found a tree. I grabbed my groceries and took them inside, it took forever because of where I had to park. I hated making two trips, but I couldn't carry my case of soda so I went back for that.
So I step out onto the porch and what had been a hot, windy morning in Florida turned suddenly, totally still and quiet. I paused, not sure what was off—just that something was wrong. I saw light in the front yard, like a car coming down the road with those fancy white lights. But the shadows on the trees were all wrong. The light was coming from above, not at the side.
I became aware of a low hum, like an off-balance dryer far away. The light got brighter and brighter, and still no wind or movement. It was like that for, well it felt like forever, but maybe like 45 seconds. Then, as suddenly as it was there, the shadows faded. But they never went left or right, so whatever left went up.
I couldn't look up because of the porch awning, but I was so frozen in place I don’t know if I would have. I left the soda and bolted inside. Never could rationalize that one. Pretty sure aliens were cruising past, saw me taking a pee, and were like "Hold up, I wanna scope out what he's doing".
45. The Lady In The Green Dress
When my daughter was around two years old we moved to a (new to us) four-bedroom house. Bedroom #1 was for my wife and me, #2 was her room. Soon after moving in, we noticed that after putting her to bed for the night, we'd hear her talking and laughing long after she should have been asleep. Peeking in after about the third night of this we found her standing at the end of her crib, chattering away with the closet door about five feet away. Typical new parents, we'd tell her to lie down and go to sleep.
This continued for many nights, and then we noticed something weird. She was actually holding conversations. Talk a little, listen some, answer "yes" or "no" or "I don't know". When we asked her about it, she said she was talking to the lady in the green dress. This continued sporadically but eventually quieted down to where if she was continuing the conversations, we weren't catching them. When we asked what she talked about, she either said "stuff", or "school" (daycare) or "I don't know”.
Time passed, and her little brother was born. After the initial baby-in-the-parent's room phase, we moved them together into the room. When he could stand on his own, pulling himself up on things, the same thing happened. We'd hear him babbling, and peek in to see him doing the same thing—standing at the end of the crib, talking to the closet, his sister fast asleep in her bed. Again, continues sporadically, slows, stops.
Three years go by. Two boys now, so Big Sister gets her own room and the two boys share The Room. Same behavior from the youngest. We have no way of knowing if they discussed this among themselves, but each described a "lady in a green dress". In asking them separately, one might mention "she has long hair". Son might say "She has black hair". If asked if it's long or short, curly or straight, he'd say "It's long". And so on in many details.
When we heard a new detail from one, and gave a multiple choice for that detail to the other, they'd always agree. Belt or no belt, color, shoes, white lady/Black lady/Indian lady, whatever. At this point though, we're thinking they could all be remembering the same picture from a storybook or something, so, whatever.
Then weird stuff starts happening. Now, the wife and I were both smokers, and the rule was one could smoke outside, or in the bathroom upstairs (which had a ceiling exhaust fan) but nowhere else in the house. One fine cold evening, too cold to go outside for just a smoke, I used this rule. I'd put the youngest to bed, the two older children were downstairs watching a movie.
Suddenly I hear them yelling the youngest child's name and running through the house. The older two were running this circle and yelling the youngest's name in an exasperated way. So I stub out my smoke and exit the bathroom just as the older two were making the circuit again.
"What's going on, you guys”? "We're chasing (youngest). He's supposed to be in bed”!
I peek into the bedroom. "Yes, he is in bed”. "No he's not. He just went into the kitchen again. We heard him on the stairs and just saw him run up. He's not supposed to be awake watching movies now so we tried to tell him but he kept going around the corner so we ran after him”. So, basically, they glimpsed someone on the steps and chased the figure. Every time they turned a corner in this circuit, they caught just a glimpse of the figure turning the next corner, and continued the chase. My youngest was truly asleep.
We turned bedroom #3 into a study. It was downstairs. One day I'm home in my study, wife at work, kids at school. Someone is pacing the floor above me. A slow walk from one end of the living room directly above me, then back again. Since I know no one is home I guess it's my sister-in-law, who has a key and a penchant for dropping by from time to time unannounced.
I go upstairs, doors are all locked, nobody there. Could be street traffic? But it was exactly the sound of someone walking above, that one squeaky floorboard and everything. I mention this to my wife. What she told me was seriously terrifying. "Oh, you heard The Walking Man. When I stayed home sick that day last month I heard it all the time. Someone walking back and forth in the living room, but nobody ever there when I checked”.
Okay, so we got that going for us, which is nice. I'm wondering how to enlist this character to push a vacuum cleaner while he's at it. No more Green Lady chats; no more phantom kids running around the house. The Walking Man is heard from time to time but I've learned to ignore him. He doesn't answer to questions or anything like that. We've left out pen and paper, nada, okay, we're cool, he's cool, whatever.
Fast forward a few years. We're moving. We just need a bigger house. The realtor assures us we don't have to mention the other residents to prospective buyers, so that's nice. Most of the stuff is packed up, moved into storage so the house "shows" well. Someone buys it and we start packing the last of everything so we can move later in the week. But the ordeal wasn’t over yet.
My oldest son (still in the #2 room, the Green Lady room bedroom, where he shares bunkbeds with his younger brother) gets up in the night to use the bathroom. In the living room, clearly visible down the hall, is a tall man standing and staring at the wall, his back to my son. My son said he knew instantly it wasn't me. This tall figure begins to turn slowly towards my son.
My son changes his mind about using the bathroom and runs back into his own room, where there's a woman sitting on the floor. In her lap is a small child. They're both looking at my son, who at this point is screaming his head off and running into our room/bed/covers. So we check, and there's nobody else in the house of course.
For the next couple of nights, just cause, we set up a video camera in the corner of the living room that would give the most coverage. We don't have motion sensors, and the tape runs eight hours or so on the lowest quality, but in the two or three nights we taped after bedtime nothing happened, at least nothing caught on tape.
We never really noticed until the move, but when you walk into a house and there's nobody home, you somehow feel that. "I'm home, and I'm the first one home, and I'm the only one home". We realized that we had never felt that since 1988, only in the new house. My wife also said it felt "lonely" being the first one to come home to the new house. So at some level, maybe we all sensed something.
I don't know.
46. The Tricksters
Me and some friends went camping out on a big reserve for a music festival. Just to note: No, I was not messed up. Also, I’d lost my voice a few days before. Two friends and I had walked back to our campsite after some music. It was nighttime, but still very early in the evening. Friend one climbs into the tent and passes out. I grabbed some water with friend two from the cooler (maybe 15 feet away) and then we walked back to bother friend one at her tent.
I’m a few feet in front of friend two when all of a sudden, out of thin air, two Native American girls, who look to be 10-14 years old, sprint past us to the opposite side of the tent and stop at the tent door. I’m about three feet away from these girls. I see, plain as day, that they are wearing authentic Native American clothing.
For a split second, I thought they were just kids running around the festival in costume. Then, one of the young girls starts vigorously scratching at it the tent whispering to be let in. “Let us in, we have to be let in. Open the door”. But that’s not the most horrifying part.
As they continue to scratch at the tent, they seem to glitch back and forth, up close and far away, with the blink of an eye. That’s when I notice their eyes. Their eyes are completely black. No white. No iris. Black. I am now scared and tears of fear are streaming down my face.
Remember, I have no voice, so I couldn’t scream. Friend two is still standing on the opposite side of the tent, away from the girls, and can’t directly see what I see—their eyes. She takes notice of me freaking out and hurries to stand with me. And it all clicks for her too: this is not right!
Friend two starts screaming at friend one to get up. Friend two then goes on to tell friend one what just happened outside her tent, word for word, without any input from my mute self. If friend two hadn’t seen it, I may of thought I got laced. But we BOTH saw the same thing. Needless to say, we piled into our car for the remainder of the night and ended up leaving the next day.
47. No Sir
I went to a graveyard at about midnight with a group of friends to visit an old friend who died in a car accident. While we were standing around his grave, telling good stories about him, I hear a faint voice of an elderly woman. One of my friends says out loud "Oh no, what the heck". I stand up and look toward the source. What I saw was seriously disturbing.
I saw a very old woman, literally dressed in a white tattered nightgown about 100ft away. She started talking to us. "Sir?? Get over here now, I need help”! We stood still. No one said a thing. The part that weirded me out was that she used the singular word "Sir" when clearly there were five of us. She started walking closer and started speaking again but even louder.
"Boys, I need your help NOW". Note the plurality. I’ll never erase the memory of what happened next. She literally started running toward us, screaming nonsense. We were all scared out of our minds so we ran back to the car, with this old woman close behind. We reached the car, which was a two-door, and everyone got in before me, including the driver, so the driver's seat was blocking my entrance to the back seat.
I yelled as I approached the car and he got out and let me in. Doors slammed and we flew down the small graveyard roads to the opposite side, where the exit was. This is where things got weird. We get to the other side of the graveyard in like 10 seconds. We're speeding toward the exit, and we approach a curved road that was well lit.
That was when the old lady ran onto the road. No way she ran over there that fast. I see her trying to chase us down and finally she lets out the most terrifying scream I've ever heard. We fled the scene just seconds after and never returned. Four other friends of mine can testify as witnesses to that night. By far the most terrifying experience in my life.
48. Cry Wolf
I woke up from a nap to the sound of my girlfriend sobbing somewhere else in the house. I got up to see what was wrong and determined the sound was coming from downstairs. I followed the sound down the spiral staircase all the way to the finished basement. The sound was definitely coming from the little half-bath at the bottom of the stairs that we rarely used.
The door was closed—which it never was—and I couldn't see any light under the door but the sound was very loud from the bottom of the stairs. It was about this time that I started to fully wake up and remembered my girlfriend had been leaving for the grocery store when I was starting my nap. I could see her parking spot from one of the basement windows.
She wasn't back yet. I called her name and the sobbing instantly stopped. The bathroom was empty when I finally got the courage to check.
49. Checking In
When I was 18 and 8 months pregnant with our first child, I woke up in the middle of the night, completely frozen, with something telling me to move my head to the right. That was the direction my husband was laying, as well as having the crib for our soon-to-be little bit being on that side as well.
There was a woman standing at the end of the bed, right between the crib and our bed. She put her finger up to her mouth shushing me and then touched my husband's face and hair, and gazed at the crib. What happened next still gives me chills. She then proceeded to sit ON MY BED and cry while staring at the crib. I'm frozen the entire time, and then she just leaves, like goes out the door and leaves.
Too scared to talk, I curl up to my husband and cry myself back to sleep. The next day I tell him what I experienced the night before, and while describing the woman he starts to tear up and I ask what's wrong. He goes and pulls out his family album. What I found out shocked me to my core.
He tells me that has an aunt who is rarely discussed. She was murdered by her husband when my husband was 9 years old. He was also her favorite while she was alive. Before he and I got together he always said he never wanted to get married or have kids. My guess is that she just wanted to check the situation out, and was overcome with emotion about the growing he had done in his 24 years of life. But the story doesn’t end there.
I've seen her a few times since, mainly around the times when we are about to have a huge life shift (buying a house, having our second child, etc). Our interactions have a totally different vibe now. She isn't threatening or intimidating any more. I’ll see her, she will nod, I will nod, and then she will keep observing things. Our oldest always talks about "the lady that looks like papaw" and our youngest, who is her namesake, is constantly playing with something that isn't there. Overall it’s been a cool experience. 10/10 would be willingly haunted again.
50. A Message From Beyond
My friend's boyfriend took his own life a few years ago. He played baseball all throughout his youth and high school. His initials were BR, and he always wore #9. Well her cable box kept resetting itself one day very shortly after his death, and the error code was Br09. I called the cable company to find out what that error code meant. Their answer sent chills down my spine.
That error code didn't exist. The cable box worked fine the next day and from then on.
Sources: Reddit, yosa
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