24 Not Easily Spooked People Talk About The Creepy Event That They Still Can’t Explain Today
1. Man walking toward my office
I used to work at a place which required to be manned 24 hours a day. Reason being is that I handled sensitive documents/files and if somebody needed this information in the middle of the night I would have to fetch it for them (or confirm that I have it).
Anyways, security is kind of tight. Bars on windows, multiple locked doors to get to where I am. They would give me work to do during the night, but underestimated how quickly I could get it done. So like most nights, i finished my work in like 30 to 45 minutes and pulled out my phone and played games / Netflix browse reddit (since nobody else is in the building at night).
So now it is getting to be the last third of my shift when all of the sudden I hear a door close. I look to the security camera and see someone walking down a hall towards my room. At first I thought it was just somebody that came in (ridiculously) early, so I turn around and wait for them to come in. But nobody came in, and the hairs start rising on my back. Now, this isn’t a really big building so I figure I’ll find the guy wherever he is and start checking offices and storage rooms but come up empty handed, however i do see that a fire door had shut. I go to try and rewind the camera, but the digital recording is password protected and i don’t know the password. Anyways the whole thing freaked me out, the way the person was walking down the hallway, like a determined walk right to where I was.
So, I sit with my spine tingling for the last couple hours of my shift and finally people start coming in, my replacement shows up and I tell her what I saw and at this point I figured I must have imagined the whole thing. I’m told to go home and the manager and girl who replaced me would look over the camera. After getting home I call my manager and ask what was on the camera. So they said that the video showed the fire door closing but then the video froze for about an hour, the next thing it records is me reopening the door.
2. I wasn’t the only one to see him
This is actually my husband’s story. When he was in high school he and some of his friends had a campout at his friend’s aunt and uncle’s house in the country. They did the usual cooking out, putting up a tent, etc.
At some point during the night my husband went for a short walk near a small pond on the property to “take a leak”. As he was doing his business he looked up and saw a man walking around the edge of the pond towards him. He clearly saw this man, who was walking with his head down. He described him as wearing a red flannel shirt, jeans, and work boots. He thought that was very strange that this guy was out walking around a pond in the country in the middle of the night so he “Hey man, what are you doing?” He didn’t get an answer and the guy kept walking past him and was now facing away when suddenly he just wasn’t there anymore.
My husband went and told his friends what happened. The boy whose relatives owned the property was shocked and immediately ran to the house and woke them up. He had my husband describe what he had seen. The boy’s aunt immediately starts to cry. She had been seeing this same guy in the house, sometimes standing at the foot of the bed, and her husband did not believe her. He had been accusing her of insanity and apparently they were at the brink of divorce from this issue. She was so relieved that someone had been able to validate what she had been experiencing.
3. The Easter Bunny
When I was younger I used to live by the woods and could see a cemetery from my back porch. One Easter I remember waking up and seeing the Easter bunny (one of those terrifying costumes) and what really gets me is I remember smelling the wet hay. When I woke up I didn’t tell anyone, but there was an extra Easter egg in my house that my parents didn’t hide.
Years later when I was in high school I asked my parents if they ever dressed up like the Easter bunny and came into our room, they said they would never go through so much trouble. Then my younger sister, who I shared a bunk bed with when this happened, said she remembers when the Easter bunny came into our room and made a remark about the hay smell. I was terrified that we both remembered seeing a person dressed as a bunny in our room.
To make it even stranger, I told the friends I sat with at lunch what happened. One of the girls was my neighbor across the street. She told me one Easter a long time she looked out her window during the night and saw the Easter bunny standing in her driveway. I had chills. To this day I am terrified of people in rabbit costumes.
4. Why were they there?
I used to work the opening shifts at McDonald’s so I would get up at 3:30 am to get ready and get there on time. When I was in my kitchen having some cereal I looked out the window to see headlights pointing straight into the kitchen window at me. (it was on a cul-de-sac behind my house, no reason for anyone to be parked at that angle, especially that time in the morning.)
Whoever it was stayed there as long as I was in the kitchen with the lights on. As soon as I finished eating and turned the lights off to go get in my vehicle the car watching me backed up and started driving around to my house. When I got in my car this vehichle was driving past me incredibly slow (about 5mph) I have never been so afraid in my life.
5. My brother’s new (haunted) house
My house sitting story:
Two months after my brother and his wife bought a new house, they had to go out of town and needed their cats fed. Their house and my office are both a good drive from my apartment, but only a few minutes away from each other. My brother said if I wanted, I could just stay over in the guest room rather than driving among the three places. So I got the keys and instructions. I was staying there three nights: Mon-Wed.
Monday evening was uneventful until about midnight. I was lying on the living room couch, watching Conan, with a cat lying on my chest. I started to drift off to sleep. The next thing I knew, I was standing in pitch black darkness. I completely freaked out, I had no idea where I was. I felt around in the dark and felt nothing. Finally I realized there actually was a faint blue light coming from above. I moved toward it and then understood where I was. I was in the fucking basement! The light was coming through the basement door at the top of the stairs, which leads to the kitchen. Just enough moonlight apparently made it through from a window elsewhere in the kitchen. I bolted up the stairs, turned on the kitchen light, and closed the basement door. I was terrified until I calmed down enough to come to the conclusion you probably already came to: I had sleepwalked all the way down the stairs (after opening the basement door, which I know was closed).
A couple things are important to the story. First, the basement. The house was very nice — actually, more than they should have been able to afford. The only exception was the basement. I had only seen the basement once, when I first got the tour. It was totally unfinished and was the one major thing they wanted to fix up. All they had down there was some boxes and the washer/dryer. I had no reason to want to go down there and had kind of forgotten it existed.
The other point is that sleepwalking is kind of a thing in my family, almost an inside joke. My brother talked in his sleep constantly, and would sleepwalk sometimes, and it always scared the hell out of me. The idea of people doing things in their sleep just creeps me out to the core (still does). My brother knew this and would tease me about it, so it was known in my family that I had this phobia. But as far as I know, I had never, ever sleepwalked until that night. The image kept playing in my mind, over and over, of me, asleep, getting up from the couch, walking to the kitchen, opening the basement door, and shuffling down the stairs into total darkness. Creepy as all hell.
Anyway, I saw the TV was still on in the living room, playing Wedding Crashers. I watched the rest of the movie, trying to laugh and think of the sleepwalking as a funny story to tell my brother. When I went upstairs to go to sleep in the guest room, I stayed asleep. That was night one.
The next morning, in the light of day, it didn’t seem that scary. I texted my brother about it and joked around. All day I wasn’t bothered one bit. But as I’m walking out of my office to my car, I’m overcome with this sense of dread. All of a sudden, the thought of going to sleep in that house — and maybe sleepwalking again — is scaring me. So I had a plan. I stop at the hardware store and pick up one of those rubber door-stopper wedges. At the house, I jam this into the crack under the basement door, and kick it in until it’s as far as it can go. I test out trying to open the door, and it won’t budge. Perfect.
Later, I go upstairs and fall asleep. When I wake up, I swear to god I think I’m dreaming. I was standing in darkness again, but this time I know exactly where I am. The smell is the same. The concrete floor under my feet is the same. I look around for the light from upstairs, and it take me longer to find it because it’s farther away. Last night I was only a couple of feet from the stairs, this night it was maybe ten feet. I run up and turn on the kitchen lights. I see the rubber wedge on on the floor, a couple of feet away, as if tossed there. Again, I can’t stop picturing myself sleepwalking. Out of the bedroom, down the stairs, trying to open the basement door. Bending down and yanking out the wedge. And then, again, slowly down into the darkness.
I decided I was turning on the basement lights and they were staying on. I opened the door and flipped the switch to the basement stairway. I saw there was a main switch at the bottom of the stairs. To give you a quick sense of the layout, the staircase splits the basement into two parts. To the right is a small area with the washer/dryer, and to the left is the a big open area.
Anyway, I walked down and turned on the lights for the whole basement. That’s when I noticed something I hadn’t noticed when my brother gave me the tour. About 10-15 feet away, in the big area, there was a door to what looked like a small closet. This door was closed, but had no doorknob (just an empty hole), so it looked like it would freely swing open. I realized it was very close to where I had just awoken. Then a fucking freaky thought came to me: it was as if each night I was heading to the door, and getting a little farther each time before I woke up. As soon as that thought popped into my head, I booked it up the stairs again, left the lights on, and closed the door. I went up to the bedroom, but it took me forever to fall asleep. That was night two.
The next morning, Wednesday morning, I woke up late for work. I didn’t think about the basement at all because I was scrambling to get ready. At work though, I was still curious about what was behind the door, so I texted my brother and asked. He replied “wait….why were you in the basement?” I realized that when I texted him the day before, I never actually told him where I woke up. So I tell him I woke up in the basement, actually twice in a row.
After a while, he sends this novel-length text. About how the basement is creepy, not to go down there, etc. How they tried putting the litter boxes in the basement and the cats made a mess in the house because they refused to go down. How he volunteers to do every chore other than the laundry so he doesn’t have to go down there. He says all this stuff, and it’s surprising to me, because my brother never believed in the paranormal or superstitions, ever since we were kids. I also realize he never answered my question about the door, but I let it go.
After work, I get the same feeling of dread as I’m walking to my car. I really don’t want to stay there again, and I decide: fuck it, I don’t have to. So I go feed the cats, get my stuff, and drive back to my place. I’m supposed to feed the cats one more time, so I’ll stop over in the morning. As I went to sleep at my apartment, I was thinking of all the steps I would have to take to sleepwalk to the basement again — find my car parked around the block, drive asleep to my brother’s house, etc. But this time, I sleep through the night. That was night three.
Thursday morning, I stop at the house as planned. I’m about to leave when I remember that the basement lights are still on. I don’t even hesitate to go down to turn them off. There was something about being there in the morning that, at the time, made it seem fine. When I go down, again that door without a doorknob catches my eye, and it also doesn’t seem scary anymore. So, what the hell, let’s see. I walk over to it and I distinctly remember not feeling spooked at all. Until — I reach my hand toward the doorknob hole to pull it open. As soon as I do that, and I mean instantly, I feel this electric feeling, like the air before a storm, and I imagine a hand coming through that hole and grabbing mine. It was like 0 to 60, going from no fear to being certain that something horrible would happen if I opened that door. It’s hard to describe it other than that electric feeling. I booked it up the stairs and out of the house.
So, a month later, I meet my brother for happy hour. A few drinks in, we start joking about me sleepwalking and the creepy basement. I say he never answered me about what’s behind the door, and he says I don’t want to know. Joking at first, but then insisting. Finally he tells me, and I don’t believe him. He’s my big brother and has only bullshitted me about a million times in my life.
This was his explanation: the previous (and first) owners of the house had a teen daughter that used the basement as her bedroom. The door was to her closet, where one night she curled up, took some pills and killed herself. The family was going to remodel the basement, but after tearing it apart realized they couldn’t do it and had to move. That was why only the basement was unfinished, and why my brother was able to afford the place — the seller had to disclose a suicide happened in the residence. He said if I didn’t believe him, to look up the market values of the identical houses in his track (I know how much they paid for their house and it was way lower). He and his wife considered themselves rational people and figured it was a bargain, but didn’t want to tell anyone. After they moved in, his wife was fine with the basement, but he grew to hate it. He apologized for not saying anything to me before I stayed there, but he never thought I’d have any reason to go down there.
Now here’s what that convinced me. I said “Okay, the only thing that makes me kind of believe you is that the last morning I was there, I went over to the closet door” — and at this point, I see my brother’s face change — and I continued: “when I went to open it, the air felt like–” and at the same instant, I say “electricity” and my brother says “electric.” At the same exact time. I saw his face and knew he was telling the truth.
I’ve never stepped foot again in that basement, and I haven’t sleepwalked since.
6. I wasn’t the only one who saw it…
When I was around 5 years old, I woke up and saw a glowing white manlike silhouette pacing back and fourth down the hallway, but kind of gliding. Freaked me the fuck out and I thought I was having a nightmare or something.
I told my parents about it the next day, and my mom got a really weird look on her face – my brother had seen and told her about the exact same thing 2 weeks before, and I hadn’t know about it. Still weirds me out.
7. “Can I, can I…piss with you?”
Me and few friends were playing in the woods about 6 of us around 10 years old. Some how a piss break came up and suddenly we were all pissing on trees. Well out of now where some super sketchy guy appears and asks to join us in pissing on trees. He was so distant and creepy and seemed to creep up from no where.
I just screamed and all my buddies screamed and we just ran to where our bikes were, near the road sure enough he was there too and just casually getting back in to a rusty old van. He seemed so emotionless and cool and the epitome of a sketchy scraggily character.
— gn3xu5
8. I didn’t give them my name!
Last year I was shopping and when I got out of the car at Target I found a wallet. I picked it up and took it in to customer service. I didn’t open it or anything. I do my shopping, dilly dally around, go to another store, and then end up at the grocery store.
I again take my sweet time there. I’m checking out and this lady walks up to me and says, “Did you find my wallet? I got a call that you found my wallet. Thank you” and hands me a $20. I was so caught off guard and confused because I wasn’t even at Target anymore, I didn’t give my name, and she walked up to me so sure that I found her wallet.
9. The door opened, then quietly closed
I watched a door that purposely opened and closed while I was in a house all alone. There were no drafts or breezes, all windows were shut. There was no earthquake, nothing. Something fucking opened that door and quietly closed it. Like a ghost peeped into the room I was in and respectfully noped on out once it saw I was undressed.
10. Cry for help…from who? No idea.
I got a phone call around 2am from a private number, I answered it and a low voice told me the needed help, was on the bathroom floor too sick to move.
I thought it was my brother, so I rushed over to his house and he had no clue what I was talking about. We then both called all the rest of our family to try to find who needed help. No one did. I hope whoever called me that night got the help they needed.
11. Phone calls from the dead
My patient died on the wing I work on. She was terminal but not expected to go immediately. She was going to a facility with hospice, after a fairly long battle with cancer. She was scheduled to go early the next morning, husband had plans on meeting her there – everything was sat up. She was in good spirits, her assessment was fine. Took her medications and said she was going to watch the news then take a nap.
An hour later I go to check on her, I’m quietly checking her IV, making sure her stuff is in reach, move her table and then notice she was gone. Sitting up, holding on to the side rail. She honestly looked like she was sleeping, but no heart beat and no respirations. Most of the time when people expire their mouth drops open and it’s very obvious. With her? Nope. I had to call a co-worker to confirm. I was expecting a wake up, but she was gone.
Attempted to contact her husband who I couldn’t reach and started the paperwork, in addition to attending to my other patients.
Few minutes later, I’m by the central desk and someone asks, “Where were you?” And I told them I was giving medication down the hall. I see two of the other nurses exchange looks, but nurses are weird and since they didn’t elaborate I continue on my nightly duties.
I’m at the very end of the hall doing some patient education and the charge nurses comes and gets me. I assume the husband is calling back, but that wasn’t the case.
Apparently, has I have been caring for my other patients at the opposite end of the ward there have been phone calls coming out of the deceased patients room to the central station. Several of them, no answer, just breathing.
I mean, this has to be a prank right? Phone rings, I look and see the patients room number on caller ID. I walk in the room. Phone is neatly on the bedside table, TV is off, and deceased patient looks like she is napping. I check the bathroom, it’s empty. “I’m going to leave the door open, half-way,” I say as I leave the room.
No more phone calls. But the next hour, alarms go off in empty rooms, call lights come on for patients that can’t move, an important piece of equipment died, and the dementia patient keeps complaining about the other patient that keeps coming into her room (loosely fitting the description of the deceased).
Husband FINALLY comes to the unit, because he knew why I was calling. He spends a few minutes with her and when he comes out of the room he finds me and says, “She told me this morning she didn’t ever want to go to a nursing home.”
Well, I guess she meant it.
After that, everything returned to normal. Well, normal as far as hospitals go.
12. Heard something from the shower…
A two-fer, many years apart at the same apartment.
Young teen me. I never had much of a rebellious side to me, but my parents didn’t want me in their bathroom when they weren’t home. They, however, had a fantastic shower, as compared to the leaky PoS I was stuck with. We’d had a minor spat this particular morning and they left to “clear their heads.” That meant it was time to use the fancy shower.
“Home alone” extravagances are set pretty low when you’re poor.
Anyway, they’d been gone about half an hour, then I hear my dad stomp-run into their room. He slammed his keys down, checked the answering machine, and I knew he had to have been pissed so I called out “My shower drain was leaking again. Sorry, I’ll be out in a minute.” Stomp-run to the bathroom door, then it just stops. I called out to him and he starts jiggling and turning the handle like crazy. The door wasn’t locked and he wasn’t an invalid at all. So I stepped out, wrapped a towel around me, and began saying “What the hell?” as I opened the door. I opened it mid shake, watching the knob turn, and there was no one on the other side. I ran through the apartment, saw that we still had a message, and the front door was still locked. Parents came home two hours later.
The other one was a happy creepy about ten years later. I had a cat I adopted that was a real bastard. He would hiss, bat, and claw if you were lucky, bite if you weren’t. Or… if you weren’t me. He loved me. He’d frequently attack my family members then hide in my lap and go to sleep. He had a long battle against stomach cancer and he finally passed. By the time he passed, it was just my mom and I left in the apartment and she, in her own way, missed him.
About two weeks go by and I’m up late one night on WoW. I saw my cat walk down the hallway so I instinctively reached down to pick him up to my lap (towards the end he could barely move his hips), then I felt really, really incredibly sad knowing that clearly he wasn’t there. That was enough to get me to log off for the night. A few seconds after I laid down, I felt a cat kneading right behind my back (I’m a side sleeper). I figured it was my brain messing with me due to tiredness. When I woke up, there was a little indentation on my blanket and a spot that was about 15 degrees hotter than the rest of my bed.
I like to think it was him. He was a mean little bastard, but I hope he was happy with me.
13. “Dream Hangovers”
I frequently wake up in the middle of the night with hallucinations that take a minute or two to die off. It’s usually something like pumpkin sized spider on the ceiling or a hooded figure in my doorway, but sometimes it gets really strange. One time it was a nest of hornets flying around my room attacking me, which I flipped my shit during waking up the neighbors.
I just think of them as dream hangovers, and I’m sure there is a psychological explanation, but I don’t know it.
— 91Bolt
14. Woman crying in my room
When I was about 10 or 11 years old, I stayed up sort of late. When I got to bed, i was still feeling restless. I pulled all of my blankets around me and tucked myself against the wall (my twin bed was flush with the wall). I was in bed awake for probably an hour when I started hearing a rather unsettling noise. Muffled crying. I focused on it, hoping it was my imagination or I was asleep.
After a few minutes I needed to see what it was. I turned around in bed to see a woman in a dress standing at the far side of my room, crying into her hands. Her hair was matted and her clothes tattered. Oh and she was about 7 or 8 feet tall, crammed under the ceiling. After a few seconds she looks up at me and screams, but it sounded like it was coming from far away. She made eye contact with me, turned around and walked through the wall. I stayed awake that night.
15. “I never felt comfortable in the woods after that.”
This isn’t a story about ghostly figures or haunted houses or whatever. It’s about living in a place for 10 years and feeling that place abruptly turn on you. Places have feels to them, the country around you has it’s own feel that you get used to.
I used to live on an old Southern plantation turned horse farm. It was over 1000 acres of mostly woods or pastures. One day I was walking/exploring with my dogs down one of the horse trails in the woods about 20 minutes away from the house and decided to randomly go off trail.
Like, 90 degree turn, climb down into a spring, then up under an ancient barbwire fence and wander along for a while until I found 2 large limestone caves directly across from each other. Both entrances were blocked by a bunch of rocks haphazardly stacked on top of each other. But they weren’t entirely blocked.
I really, really wanted to go inside but common sense told me I didn’t have a phone, nobody knew where the fuck I was, what if a snake bit me or I broke a leg on the rocks, etc. So I just looked around the caves and found this awesome as fuck old knife that looked like someone had carved it from a deer horn.
As soon as I picked up the knife, it was like the woods changed. If you’ve ever lived out in the country for a long time in the same place, you get a feel for it. My dogs got closer and clung to me. I felt distinctly unwelcome. I put down the knife but that horrible feeling kept up until I was totally out of the woods and almost home again.
I never felt comfortable alone in those woods after that. It was like one moment I’m happy and exploring, the next I’m being watched by someone who very much hates my guts. I’m sure it could be explained as nerves or whatever, but I looked for the caves later but never found them, despite knowing exactly where I left the trail.
I know that feeling of connection with a land. I used to be able to wake up and go outside and know immediately if something was wrong– a sick horse, a loose horse, people hunting on our land, etc. Nothing I can explain, just a feeling. Whatever I felt when I picked up that knife, it was really, really hostile. That’s probably my most unexplained experience.
— emptysee
16. Text from the future
About 8 years ago I got a text from my own phone number with a bunch of untypeable symbols from New Year’s Day several years in the future. Still don’t know wtf that was.
17. Would-be attacker skulks around my house
This only happened a couple of months ago but is definitely the creepiest thing I have ever experienced.
My mum and step-dad had gone on a holiday to the US for three months and I was home by myself. I had a friend come over for dinner and just a general hang out and she didn’t have her license yet so I had to drive her home.
It’s around 11:30pm when I get home, pull into the driveway as the roller door is opening. I just happened to glance out my window and there is this guy standing right there (right there as in could reach out and open my car door). I freak out speed into the garage so fast and start closing the roller door. While it’s closing the slowest it’s ever taken to close I look in my revision mirror and this guy is walking UP MY DRIVE WAY. He has clearly deviated from a normal route and is walking towards my garage. The door closed just in time, I swear.
I make a mad dash from my car through the connecting room into the house. The connecting room has two windows that don’t have curtains on and the guy is standing right the fuck there at these windows. I wasn’t gonna hang around and see if he cared for a cup of tea. Locked the house up and grab my dogs and try and reason that I was just overreacting when I hear the gate to the back side of my house bang and I don’t remember locking it so any Tom, Dick, and Harry could walk in. Now this is middle of winter in Australia and it’s raining and cold so the last thing I want to do is go out there and possibly get killed. So I just huddle up and pretend like nothing is happening (probably the dumbest move and in hindsight should have called my dad who lives 5 minutes away). I am literally thinking dumb ass white girl that gets her ass handed to her in horror movies.
Fast forward through a pretty much sleepless night to be greeted with this news report. I am not kidding you when I say that this is literally down the road. This is a 2 minute walk from my house. Half an hour after all that shit went down at my house. Weird shit kept happening for the next couple of nights like the power to the lights being shut off from the breaker box (not tripping!!!). I called my dad around for that because I wasn’t going to be that stupid.
— Abbee96
18. Weird phone calls from no-one (or are they?)
My friend (let’s call him Jake), from time to time would tell us about how he’d often hear his home phone ringing early in the morning, always at around 5am-ish. And how it would wake him up, only to ring for about 4 or so times before it would stop. He said it freaked him out because he couldn’t imagine who would be calling at that time and why they would suddenly just stop (also how it pissed him off that he was then just awake). I’d assure him it was probably some automated scam call trying to sell some crap or something.
A couple of weeks would go by, and then Jake would tell me again about the phone ringing early in the morning. He’d make it clear that it couldn’t be his Mum or Dad, because they were in bed. Fair enough.
A relevant point to Jakes story is that he had a disabled younger brother, let’s call him Dale. When I’d come round to hang out, Dale would always be with us and he was great, he just wasn’t really able to communicate with you, he just kind of made noises. We’d throw something on the TV, hang out and eat cereal or something.
Anyway, about the 6th time Jake complained to me about this phone thing, he said he actually managed to pick it up this time. I remember what he said ”It’s just a constant buzzing sound. I picked it up, held my breath and listened. Sounded like tv static or something” This kind of confirmed our suspicion that it was an automated call. I said if he’d listened any longer it would have probably kicked in and the voice trying to get you to throw your card details in would have blurred out. He put it down though apparently.
Literally the next day he said it happened again, but before he picked it up it had already stopped ringing. He picked it up anyway, hoping to get the callers number and realised the call was still live. The same buzzing noise, but he heard someone else on the line, shuffling around and breathing. Jake said he pretty much shit himself, proceeded to hold his breath again and just listened. Said he’d never been more freaked out in his life. Said he listened for a good 15 minutes, and came to realise that it must be Dale that had picked up the phone before him and was kinda talking to the buzzing noise.
Apparently the buzzing would sound out for about 30 seconds or so and then Dale would make the most intelligible (that the right word?) sounds he’d heard Dale make, almost as if he was responding coherently. After Dale would do this, Jake said the buzzing stopped for a second or so and then would sound out for about 30 seconds, repeating the process. This went on for about 15 minutes before Jake said he went in to Dales room and put the phone down.
We think Dale must have been picking up the phone and doing this every time Jake heard it ring. Jakes never heard Dale sound so coherent before and hasn’t since. The phone calls have stopped now.
— RustyRon
19. Lady in the pink dress
My friends and I were visiting a graveyard a couple blocks away from home on Halloween, because why not? There is a building that restaurants have been going in and out of for years and none seem to stay open for long. The graveyard is basically this places ‘backyard’. On that night for some reason the lights were on in the building and there was a lady in a pink dress standing in the window just staring at us.
There was no restaurant open in there at that time. We all kind of booked it and this lady followed us from window to window like she was gliding, not walking, which made us completely book it. We ran as fast as we could down the road and there is a segment without windows for her to follow which direction exactly we went but by the time we got to the next set of windows running full speed she was standing there already, watching in our direction. We never made that trip again.
21. We both remembered him later…
When my brother and I were around 4/5 we lived in a house that was about 100yrs old. One day we were walking up the stairs when we saw a tall man in a black coat and top hat walk into the living room which was to the left of the bottom of the stairs. A bit freaked out we thought our dad was pranking us so called out for him. Shit.
Both parents came out of the kitchen (opposite side of the stairs and isolated from the living room). I hadn’t thought about it for a long time and we never spoke about it. Then about a month ago, my daughter asked if I believed in ghosts so I told her the story. Literally seconds later my phone bleeps. It was my brother saying “I was just talking to (partner) about paranormal shit, do you remember the guy in the top hat?.”
22. What was that on the TV?
Was watching tv in my old house when the show cut out and blue screen appeared with text on the bottom that read “help me. Can you help me?” I don’t know if it was the dialog from the show without the picture or whatever but it was creepy and I got right out of there
23. Something literally saved my unit’s life
On deployment in Afghanistan
So I was pulling watch at our FOB in the middle of the night sitting there looking into a dark valley. Well on this one I managed to fall asleep (Oh nooooo, Happens more than you think). I woke up due to something hitting me right in the face, almost like a hand slapping me, been slapped a few times and it felt exactly the same as that. I look around and there is nothing around that would of caused that. Not 10 seconds later I can see about 20 dudes making their way up from the valley to our FOB. Woke up the other dudes that were sleeping right next to me and fought off the insurgents with our buddies waking up to the firefight.
To this day I have no idea what smacked me in the face to wake me up and saved our lives.
24. Very creepy coincidence
After my grandmother died, my family performed this ritual (as per tradition). Essentially, you create a shrine for the deceased. For the first 7 days following the death, at 7 p.m., you remain silent for one hour to allow the spirit of the deceased to return and say their goodbyes. During the last day, a glass vase which was right next to the shrine fell and shattered while we were sitting silently in the adjacent room. We were all a little on edge, esp. since the vase had been there for years, seemed secure, and all the windows were closed.
At any rate, after the silent hour had passed we called my aunt who was doing the same ritual at her house. She said that the strangest thing had happened – they were all upstairs in the same room during the silent hour when one the doors downstairs had slammed shut. They checked and the house was closed up (no windows open, exterior doors locked) and they couldn’t figure out what had happened. Also, when they went downstairs all of the doors – except the locked front and garage doors – were still open. They’d had the house for over a decade and nothing like that had happened before.
I’m not saying something supernatural happened that night, but it sure was a creepy coincidence.
