I grew up in a (friendly) haunted house, and I'm pretty sure the spirits were long passed relatives since the house had been built and occupied by my family for over 75 years. After researching my family tree I learned that at least four people back in the 20s and 30s not only died in that house, but were waked from there as well, meaning their bodies were laid out for viewing for 2-3 days after their passing.

One night I woke up because my transistor radio was playing some old time Big Band music - and there were no batteries in it, nor was the radio station that announced itself between songs still in existence.

Years later I got married, had a son, and moved into a nice modern apartment. One night my husband and I realized the bedroom just "felt funny". Then the scratching started under the bed...for hours. Something sounded like it had a rake and was just going over and over the carpeting under the bed. Neither one of us had the guts to jump out of bed and look underneath. Finally fell asleep. In the morning we moved the bed only to find the carpet actually damaged, with long bare spots like someone had taken a knife and sliced through. When our lease was up a few months later we decided to move (after paying for the damaged carpeting) and my 5 year old son told me, "I'm glad mommy because I don't like the man with the black cape. He keeps waking me up all the time."

THEN we moved into a three family house, in a third floor walkup. I worked full time, kids in school. Family on the second floor complained one day, "Whatever company you have, you need to tell them to stop making so much noise during the day! I knocked on the door but no one answers." I told them we don't have company and the place is empty all day long. They complained to the landlord and we were evicted! A month after we left the landlord calls and says, "Gee, I'm sorry. I don't know what is happening over there, but I think it might be haunted. It's still noisy sometimes and the apartment is vacant! You can move back if you want." LOL. Sure - so excited to move back into a haunted apartment! No thanks!

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Catlover129

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I was working in an antique shop in about 2003. The back room was full of really old furniture / books / clothing etc., that were being cleaned up to display in the front display area of the shop.

I got this weird feeling like i was being watched: you know the feeling! I turn around and see something out the corner of my eye. I turn back and think to myself: "nah, i didn't see that.... did I?".

Yeah, I did.

I turn back and there is a black figure standing there looking at me. It had no facial features: it was just black and human-shaped.

It was almost like the figure was surprised that i could see it. It was motionless for a few seconds, then darted quickly through the nearest wall and disappeared.

I looked this figure up later (when Google became a thing), and i think i saw a "shadow-person".

Very creepy. Next time you feel that feeling like you're being watched.... maybe you are!

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Not me specifically, but my mom did.

My family used to live in Nebraska city and in our very old house there was most definitely a ghost. My mother named her Emily, and the name stuck. Emily would do things like open and close doors, turn lights on and off, you know typical ghost stuff. The one kinda strange thing she did was leave handprints on my parents chests. Mostly my dad, and he didn't sleep on his stomach so he couldn't leave handprints on his chest. And anyways, his hand were bigger than the prints. Sorry from rambling but now my uncle comes into the story. He never believed in Emily, and decided to speak out on it one day. He was bad mouthing her before he went to bed. Stupid, I know. Skip to the nest morning when he wakes up. Goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth, freshens up and the norm. When he finally looks up into the mirror his eyes are red and bloodshot. Turns out Emily had bursty some blood vessels in his eyes. He never talked about her again.

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I was in my early teens. I was at home with my mother, her friend from down the street and her son who was a year younger than me. All four of us were sitting around the kitchen table when I saw a cat that lives outside walking from the living room down the hallway toward the bedrooms. I figured that it had snuck in (which happens sometimes). The friends son saw it too and we both got up and went down the hall to find it. Neither of us said anything since we both saw it.
After several minutes of searching, we could not find the cat, so one of us went back out to the dining room and asked if the cat had snuck back out there. As it turns out the cat we both saw was sitting on the back porch, in full view of both our parents. There was no way for it to have gotten outside without someone letting it back out.
We talked about it and the two of us swear we saw a cat with the same color pattern as that cat inside the house. But we never found any cat inside that day. I'm still disturbed about it 30+ years later.

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David Houde

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In my teens lives in this really old pub in Cornwall in the middle of nowhere with my dad we had a new alarm system installed that we could never use because it always went off by the fireplace in the middle of the night. People would see something that they always knew was a woman at the end of the bar pass by at the corner of their eye. A cigar cabinet that was screwed to the wall was thrown to the floor.

The weirdest one for me was at 17.45 one evening when I was prepping in the kitchen for the evening shift whilst cutting some cucumbers I heard something go skipping behind me through the kitchen. Thinking it was my friend and barmaid I said "Hi Becci" I didn't get a reply and wondered what was up. I walked out into the restaurant looking for her and then went to look for her out the back where she always went to smoke before opening. I asked her why she went skipping behind me and why she didn't say hello, she told me that she had not been in yet and that I know she always watches neighbours before she comes to work that is why she is late. I was adamant that she had passed behind me but she was dead serious that she had not been in yet, also the restaurant doors had not banged the way they always did if a person had passed by because they had always been poorly aligned.

The pub was steeped in history, never felt uneasy or unsafe there always felt as though it was home but quite a few things happened there that could not have been explained.

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Psychopathic Shark

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My boyfriend slept at my house. He was leaving for work before me, so i had to lock the front door as soon as he left. I went back to bed and fell asleep again.
(My back was turned to my bedroom door and my face to the wall). Suddenly i woke up, because i heard how "someone" opened my bedroom door. At that moment i just couldn't move or open my eyes because i was extremely tired. I then said "hello"? i thought my mom or dad came in which they usually never do, but no one answered.
A few seconds later i "felt" how a person was walking from my door to my bedstand next to me. I got up really quickly to see what was going on. But no one was there. My door still closed. My heart was racing. I turned on the lights and just sat on my bed for a couple of minutes, trying to process what just happened. Everything just felt so real and i could feel a presence next to me. But everything probably just happened in my head. It still freaked me out.

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GiGi

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Every night since I moved my bed in a different direction, I hear clicks at night. I sleep in my basement, so the rest of my family can't hear it, and it never happens when they're down there. My parents think it's coming from the laundry room, but I'm not so sure.

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Driving home from a friends house late one night, I noticed a round orange light in the sky. I didnt think much of it, but as I was getting further down the road this light didnt seem to be moving at all. Thats when I slowed down to watch it. It was probably 10 seconds or so that this light had my attention before it changed color. In a counter-clockwise swipe the light changed from orange to more of a peach color. A few seconds go by and the light disappeared.

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Matt C

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I grew up in a haunted house that my parents had built in the 1975. We could hear noises in the basement when nobody was down there; including footsteps coming up the stairs and jiggling the locked door k**b. Things would get moved or lost. My dad would blame these things on "the old man" but there was no old man that lived in our house.

On several occasions my youngest brother and a friend of his would see a person down there while they were playing or watching t.v.

My parents room was in the basement for a while and they would hear someone upstairs walking around when we were all in bed. Must have been the Old Man.

My dad passed in 1981 and he has been seen by family and friends in the upstairs hallway.

My little brother lives there now with his wife and daughter and they still experience all of these strange things.

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The Mom

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I’ve always been very sensitive and seen strange things, but this one really takes the cake. When I was a child about 9 years old my family moved into a rental house for about a year and immediately after moving in I got my first imaginary friend. Seems normal right? But my friend was an adult 31 year old man named Michael Warner whom I called Mick. After confirming that he wasn’t a real human perv in my neighborhood my mom just let it go as my imagination, especially since his name was very close to that of her common law, Rick. Even after some strange occurrences and the fact that I openly told her Mick had died in a car in 1989 when he was 31 and was still sad about it, nothing ever came of it, and when we moved away I stopped ‘hanging out’ with him and that was that.
Fast forward to my 30s. Out of the blue I have a very strange dream about Mick. I never forgot what he looked like, and in my dream I saw him in my current home and he was very happy and finally seemed at peace. He even had two new little playmates, a couple of little boys.
On a whim, I decided to see what I could find, and when I looked it up I was totally floored. Michael Warner did exist, and he was 31 when he was shot dead while riding in a car on the freeway in a neighboring state. It was the first in a rash of such random, unsolved shootings that occurred on that stretch of highway in 1989.
I’m not even creeped out, just glad that I had that dream and my childhood friend seems so happy now.

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Theres an area of woodland/forest thats always made me feel incredibly uncomfortable driving past, i tried to go for a walk there once and felt absolutely overwhelmed with fear and the feeling that something horrible had happened there and wanted to leave straight away. I didn’t believe in weird stuff like that and ive never had the same feeling anywhere else. Maybe somebody was murdered or something really bad happened there?

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Goth Mouse (he/they)

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As a person with quite a bit of education in science, I've never really been much of a believer of "ghosts" or "paranormal" stuff and often try to think of the most logical explanation for any "weird" things that may happen. My husband, on the other hand, is definitely the opposite of that.

For about a year or two after we bought our first house, my husband kept describing a number of weird things that he witnessed or heard when alone in the house and - of course - I would try to offer logical explanations for whatever he described.

One night, however, I personally experienced something that I couldn't really find a logical explanation for.

My husband's friend had been staying with us for a couple weeks while in town on leave. One night, I was out in the kitchen making a sandwich and thought I saw him (or a darkened figure about his height) quickly approaching the kitchen doorway from the darkened living room out of my periphery. It felt so real that I literally began to say "Oh, hey [friend's name]..." as I turned away from the sandwich to greet him... and - when I looked in his direction - there was nothing there. Upon seeing the empty space, I quickly remembered that no one was even home at the time. Admittedly, I was a bit creeped out.

Things did seem to feel a bit "off" in the house for about a week after that... that is, until the house randomly caught fire and burned down.

The house was almost entirely rebuilt over a decade ago and neither of us have experienced anything "weird" at home since.

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Ladedah

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