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40 Hilarious Moments When People Mistook Something For Being Paranormal, As Shared By The Bored Panda Community
How many times have you freaked out because of a weird sound or a dark silhouette "watching" you? I am pretty sure that we've all had these moments when we thought that our presence was being "honored" by a ghost or an alien, which then turned out to be just a pile of clothes recklessly laying on a chair.
So I asked the Bored Panda community to share their stories of a moment when they thought they heard or saw something that they mistook for being paranormal. The responses are hilarious and might make you laugh! Do share your "creepiest" moments with us as well!
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One time, at my in-laws' house, my husband's mom was saying how recently she had been hearing this low moaning sound every once in a while coming from somewhere in the living room. We stayed over for a while and sure enough, we too heard this odd sound coming from somewhere in the living room. We couldn’t place the sound but it was definitely eerie. Naturally, the conversation about the house being haunted started, but we decided it was probably something more realistic. This went on for a few days until one day she called us laughing uncontrollably. We asked what was so funny and she said the grandkids had come over for a visit, and the youngest, Charlie, wanted to play with his farm book. Now, this book was one of those interactive books where you press the animal and it makes a sound. He had left it in the toy box in the corner of the living room. He pulled it out and pressed the various animals only to discover most of them didn’t work, he pressed the cow and this low moaning sound came from the book. The batteries were so low from it being jammed in the toy box and being pushed up against another toy, it would go off occasionally, draining its battery. This farm book cow was the culprit for making the ghostly sounds! We laughed over it for years.
Have you ever heard a fox at night in the woods? They make ungodly noises. Also, I didn't secure my food properly and raccoons invaded my campsite. I huddled in my tent, not sleeping, convinced the Blair Witch was going to take me. I was 34.
I was 16 and my mom worked the night shift. We lived in a small cottage deep in the woods, with no neighbors. Watching TV when I suddenly saw a book dislodge from the shelf and fall. Like Ghostbusters. Another one did the same thing. Too terrified to move, wondering if the police would believe me if I called. Finally mustered enough courage to actually walk to the shelf and have a closer look, as a third book was about to fall. The cat was behind the row of books, pushing one out with his butt every time he turned... He stared strangely at me as I almost fell to the floor, laughing hysterically.
Just moved into the house. Slept in the main floor bedroom the first few nights so we could paint our room. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Didn't turn on the light because I "knew" where the bathroom was. All of a sudden, I'm in a pitch-black portal. I can feel the walls on either side but ahead, nothing. I called out my husband's name a couple times and asked, "Where am I? Help me." Hon, you walked into the cedar closet. Try door number two.
I worked at a daycare in the early 2000s. Since I was in grad school, I’d open so I could go to my classes in the evening, which meant getting there at 5 to clean before the kids started arriving at 6.
So, one morning I got there, it was dark, I’m alone, I’m turning on every light I can find, and I hear the most terrifying sound I’ve ever heard coming from the toddler room. So, I locked myself in the office until some other people get there (my army of 6-year-olds!). Then I went to see what it was.
It was a Tickle Me Big Bird whose batteries had been ruined by going through the washing machine.
Anything about sounds is gonna get me. I absolutley hate eerie sounds
So I was laying in my bed, half asleep, listening to Hamilton. Then all of the sudden, I felt something touch/move on my stomach. I had my hand on my stomach. And moved it. Turns out, it was just me being an idiot and literally forgetting where my hand was. I still dunno how I managed that. Freaked me the heck out.
I live in an apartment building. Alone in my study, I had been listening to creepypastas on YouTube and it is 11:00 at night. I cranked open a window and lit a cigarette. Then I start hearing whispers coming from my closet. A clear, soft voice: "Don't!" I froze. The voice continued: "Don't! You hear me? Don't! Come here..." I got up. And then realized the voice belonged to the neighbor. He was in the parking lot, just underneath my window, scolding his dog. *facepalm*
Two words. Coat hangers. I can't count how many times they looked like a person in the dark.
I was on a trip with my friend. She had invited me to go with her and her grandparents to watch her little cousin while the family was on vacation. Anyway, I end up sleeping in the kid's room. He had mirrored closet doors which are already creepy enough. In fact, I find them SO creepy that I opened the closet so there would only be one door. So I'm almost asleep when I distinctly hear a menacing laugh coming from the closet. I have a great imagination so I'm questioning the reality of the situation when I hear it again. This time it laughs and says, "Scared yet?" in a mocking tone. Now I'm quietly freaking the f**k out because the boogeyman (or IT) is in this kid's closet and I'm going to die. The thing laughs again and I'm like "YOLO" and fly to the light switch. I'm determined to get to the bottom of this because I am a huge skeptic, even if I still thought the boogeyman might turn out to be a bigger problem than I had anticipated, but I was gonna fight this thing if it was. There was no boogeyman in the closet, what I *did* find was a talking shark Hotwheels toy where you have to race the cars through the shark's mouth. It had settled in the toy pile and the switch had been triggered to make it talk. I was going to fight a toy car accessory. I went to bed and slept soundly.
A couple of years ago, I was up early to get to work. Driving through the empty town in the grey early morning light, I stopped at a traffic light. Ahead of me, there was something crossing the road, about a yard high. It had a big head, and small thin body, and seemed to be barely moving its legs as it almost glided across the pavement. My brain did a quick search and said 'nope', and I suddenly felt this shock of 'that's not something in the real world'. The light changed and I slowly drove towards it - turned out to be a mylar balloon that was mostly deflated, with ribbons hanging down from it, moving in the breeze. But for a minute there...
My daughter was convinced she heard a ghost. I heard it too. An eery almost melodic sound, barely audible. Discovered it was the next-door neighbor learning to play the flute.
In 2002, I bought my first house. I’m a city boy and my house was in the country 1/4 miles from the nearest neighbor. Not long after moving in, one morning before sunrise, I swear I heard the faint voices of a man & woman talking in a normal tone from my backyard. I jumped out of bed & looked but there was nothing there. But I heard it again a few days later. It was a brand new house so I didn’t suspect that it was haunted by any previous owners. But it happened again & again over the next several months and I just didn’t worry about it anymore. What was it? I had a clock radio that was set to turn on the radio instead of the alarm at the appointed time & it was tuned to a religious station at a barely audible volume never loud enough to make out the words. Just preaching- no orchestral music or anything that would’ve given me a hint. Was glad to know I wasn’t losing my mind.
Oh, I got one like this, ok so one morning I snoozed my morning alarm, cut I couldn't fall back asleep with all the hustle and bustle in the house so a went ahead and got ready for school. Well I get home and I hear voices in my room, I was SUPER freaked out but I do into the room and check it out. It turns out to be my alarm playing the radio, but out was just people talking.
One night, I was hanging out on my bed watching TV with my puppy and she all of a sudden gets up very alert and crawls timidly to the corner of my bed and just stares at the corner of my bedroom. It freaked me out! And then she slinks back to me and just kept watching and staring and staring at the corner of my room. A few hours later, this cute little lizard came crawling out from behind my bookcase. I returned it back outside. She must’ve smelled it.
I was once driving home from my night job and it was the proverbial dreary night. Foggy, and I had to drive through a swampy area that was reputed to be haunted anyway. This was a classically scary-looking place, deep south, Spanish moss, etc. But this shortcut took a good ten minutes off my drive. As I was going along, I noticed approaching me, two HUGE glowing yellow eyes about 18 inches from the ground, about 200 yards away. I slowed down, thinking to see that it was the reflection of my headlights on the fog, but to my bowel-loosening horror, the eyes sped up, as if now aware of my regard, they were coming in faster. I nailed it, with the intention that I would get past whatever it was, and get home! I don't mind telling you I was absolutely terrified! This THING was coming at me faster and faster, bobbing, but with intent! Every scary story I'd ever heard about all those spooky lights, I was about to have my own. Closer... And closer... The eyes... Kept... On... Coming... I came to the bridge just a bit before they did, just in time to see...the fog part. And then, a Volkswagen Beetle and its antique headlamps come into view. The reflections of the swamp had given the lie to where it was located and it looked closer than it was. But no lie, it almost scared me into having to buy new underwear that night!
I would swear our house was haunted because I could always hear scratching noises coming from the corner of the basement rec room at night. Sometimes it would get so loud.
I kept telling my dad we had ghosts, but he didn't believe me. He decided to get to the bottom of it and went outside to investigate. He came to the door laughing and said, "Come see your ghosts."
I went out and my dad had disconnected the downspout for the gutters which led to a drain pipe. Inside the pipe were about 20 frogs that apparently would work their way up and down the pipe at night so they could find something to eat. He relocated them to a nearby pond.
Our cupboards close with magnets. They make a loud *click* when they close and open. (Now, we've had a few unexplainable sounds from time to time, and some of the sounds I have traced to things that just don't make a noise without someone tapping them. And it's just me and my daughter in this small space.) Sometimes we'll be in the living room or in bed at night and hear the cupboards clicking.
Last night, after years of hearing this, I walk into the kitchen, along the shifty, squeaky floors and hear one of the cupboards. I've now realized our cupboards come off the magnets and close when someone's walking around close by. We live on the top floor apartment, and people who walk around below us shake our floors slightly.
I've had something like this similar, walking around noises in the hallway, but I'm not sure that it's not something walking around
This one is from when my grandpa was young (the 1920s):
His sisters once became very scared hearing some eerie sounds in one of the bedrooms, like laments. One said it was a penitent soul for sure, who couldn't go to the Other Side. Later, they found out that a chicken had snuck in, hid under the bed, and was cooing because it couldn't get out.
It was way past midnight and I had just stopped working on my studies and threw a scrunched-up piece of paper in the bin, went to bed, and shut off the light.
I heard a soft rustle and a "plop" so I turned the light on to investigate. The scrunched-up paper lay beside the bin. So the bin was filled up high, I thought I missed the bin the first time.
I got up, threw the paper in the bin, and got back to sleeping, but again: rustle... rustle... plop.
With something of a "dafuq?" moment. I got up again and the scrunched-up paper lay beside the bin again. Now I was fearing I was hallucinating or having a strange form of deja-vu or something.
I got up again, threw the paper back into the bin, back to sleep and... rustle... rustle...
Now I really was frightened about what was happening and didn't wait for the "plop". Much more fearful, I got up a third time and investigated carefully.
A little scarab beetle was shoving my paper back up to the rim of the bin, surely wondering why this scrunched-up piece of paper was turning up again and again in his bin!
This actually just happened last night. I woke up around midnight and quietly tip-toed to the fridge looking for a snack. I’m standing there trying to focus my eyes due to the dark room being lit up by the fridge light and suddenly catch movement out the side of my eye. I knew everyone else was asleep so as soon as I see this movement, I ball my fist and swing HARD! Only to realize I had just tried to assault my own shadow. Paranormal or paranoia 😂😂
My sister and I each had a room in the basement when we were teenagers. Good old wood paneling walls. One night, I turned out the lights and saw Red Eyes looking at me from the closet. I freaked out and turned on my bedside lamp. I had a piggy bank that was yellow and red, sitting on a shelf in the closet and the crack in the wall between the wood paneling had a beam of light from the next room over, shining right on the red eyes of the piggy bank. I had to sleep with the closet door closed for a few years.
When I was little, I heard these really realistic door slams around the house and got paranoid that there was a ghost. But then, I noticed in the summer, the second the door “slammed", it began to get humid. So now, I’ve realized how stupid I was and that 'slam' was the AC turning off. 🤦🏻♀️
Do aliens count as paranormal? Was asleep in my basement bedroom and woke to find a glowing red light about 3 feet off the ground slowly approaching me. I had plenty of time to wonder what the hell it was and finally came to the conclusion that it was an alien. Nothing else made sense. Eventually discovered that it was a partially-deflated mylar balloon reflecting my alarm clock light and being blown toward me by the heat vent.
London, 2008. Came home from a gig, went to bed, and genuinely thought I got haunted by a poltergeist as my bed started shaking with me in it. The timing of the whole predicament was so precise that as I sat up trying not to sh*t myself and compute what the hell was happening, the only thing I could think of was to recite a prayer that my grandmother taught me and hit the light, only for the bed to stop shaking right at that precise moment.
Panic, tears, parents who were peacefully asleep now wondering if their teenager was high as a kite…only to find out in the morning that the UK was hit by the biggest earthquake in nearly 25 years (5.2 magnitude) and the tremor reached London.
I didn’t even realize that earthquakes were a possibility in the UK and was fortunate enough to never experience one before, but damn, just the precise timing of the whole predicament made me think there was a portal to hell in my room 😅
When I lived in the San Francisco area, earthquakes were so common that when one would hit when I was at work, people would say "That one felt like a 4.5" (on the Richter dmdvale), and someone would argue "No, that had to be over 5.0, maybe a 5.5!", and then someone would check the news and see who was right.
I was driving in a remote location to visit my parents. It was dark and I was alone so I was already a little creeped out. There were no streetlights and it was quite literally in the middle of nowhere. No one else around me.
I kept hearing this weird screeching sound from the back so I turned the music down and listened. The noise came again. I didn't want to look in the rearview mirror (I was afraid of seeing a ghost or something like in the movies).
Eventually, I turned the inside lights of the car on and looked back, and waited.
Turned out, I had accidentally turned on my rear window's wiper at some point and it was screeching on the dusty window.
The garage lights were off and I was sitting in my car finishing some work and I hear this gentle *screeeech* from behind me so I turned around to investigate and there was nothing there... 20 seconds later i hear it again, now im finished my work but don't want to get out of the car... every 20 seconds for about 3 minutes im wondering "what the hell, there's something scratching the back of my car" then i catch the windshield wiper in the act.
The house we rented the owner had just installed a mottled earth-toned linoleum floor in the kitchen. I was walking into the kitchen and saw a portion of the floor MOVE. I froze in place and screamed loud enough to wake the dead, my boyfriend (now my husband) comes tearing in thinking something horrible has or is about to happen, screeches to a stop, and upon not seeing anything, asks me what is wrong. I stutter out that the floor moved and point to where I'd seen it. He looks down and starts howling with laughter then asks if I want to jump up on a chair too. Turns out the "moving floor" was a little field mouse that had gotten into the house which was nearly perfectly camouflaged against the earth-tone mottled flooring. Poor field mouse was as frozen in place as I was - he caught it up in a box and we relocated it to a nearby field. Twenty plus years later and he still brings it up anytime I'm startled...I can't live down that I screamed bloody murder about a little field mouse.
At the Girl Scout Camp I went to as a kid, you could stay in an old barn, creatively called "The Barn." One night, one of the other girls told us she was psychic and described all the ghosts she'd seen. All of a sudden she said, "There's something outside. Everyone quiet." There was a knock at the door and a couple girls screamed. Then we heard voices saying, "Let us in, the door is locked." It turned out that two girls had gone out to the bathroom without the rest of us noticing. They were locked out and just wanted in.
My (now ex) fiance and I were asleep after our son's first birthday. We awoke to these awful loud popping and banging noise. I looked at him and his face was full of terror... He said, "What the f**k?!" in the most scared way... It was pitch black. After fumbling for the light switch we saw what made the loud noises: A couple of the balloons from my son's party were caught up in our ceiling fan that was on. I haven't laughed as hard as I did that night since then.
As a kid, my neighbors loved to have flashing lights on at Christmas, and for the first few nights after they went on, I would freak out every time I woke up as the different strands threw shadows in weird places. I HATE flashing Christmas lights to this day!
Scared the h*ll out of myself in the shower, was rinsing my hair and felt something grab my butt. It was my long hair sticking to a cheek and it felt like a grab when I turned my head.
Another time, woke up out of a dead sleep because someone grabbed my stomach. It was my own hand that had just squeezed myself in my sleep.
I scared my best friend once. She was in the shower and I screamed. She came out of the bathroom with a towel and a baseball bat thinking there was an intruder only to find that I was pointing at a daddy long legs on the wall.
When I was about 12/13, I read The Lawnmower Man (a short Stephen King story). Shortly after, I kept hearing a muffled but still quite loud sound of a motor during the night and early hours. I was absolutely terrified, imagining The LM was after me and didn’t tell my parents for about a week as I didn’t want them to think I was going crazy. Turned out there was a massive wasps’ nest in the loft/roof, right over my bed. Dad had ‘fun’ dealing with that!
My boyfriend has this rack that hangs on the top of the bathroom door with towels on it. I had a friend over and he moved it to the bedroom door, so if my friend wanted to use the bathroom, he could fully close the door.
Fast forward to bedtime. I wake up in the middle of the night in darkness, completely forgetting the rack is on the door, as it's normally on the bathroom one. The door is half closed and I see this dark shape "peering" around the corner by the door, high up. I f*****g screamed, scaring both my boyfriend and the dog. He thought I was an idiot when I figured it out.
When I was a kid - let's say around 12 - just started to watch horror and paranormal-type movies, read Stephen King books, etc.
There was a sound - barely audible voices - that I could hear in a room of the house - but I couldn't work out where from.
Given my age and the movies and books I was watching/reading - I, of course, jumped to a bunch of completely insane conclusions.
Eventually, I found out it was a small-ish (it was the '80s, so nothing was actually small) portable radio that had been left on and fallen down under something.
My mum and I were outside at night preparing to walk the dog when we heard a voice coming from the roof. Dad had left his radio up there while he was fixing the air conditioner. Again.
There is a beautiful, empty, old small church and cemetery near where I live. Coming home late one night, I rounded the corner to see the entire building filled with a dazzling light from the inside, rays pouring out of the windows in all directions. I slowed in front of it, quite certain the rapture was upon us. As I crept past the other side came into view…along with the large vehicle parked with it’s brights on shining into the church windows.
I once saw a plastic bag in the dark and thought it was a ghost because it was shaped weirdly!
This has happened to me too. It was stuck in some bushes that were behind some trees so I couldn't see it properly. I just saw a white thing wafting about. My brain automatically went with 'ghost' rather than 'mundane thing that's not a ghost'.
A few months ago I was fast asleep in bed and was woken up by what sounded like knocking on a little ‘door’ in my wardrobe that connects to the attic. “Knock knock knock… knock knock… knock knock” Scared the crap out of me and I couldn’t get to sleep for a while after that. I was terrified that it was ghosts or maybe someone was living in the attic and we didn’t know. Turns out it was just the wind shuffling the door panel in its frame
Ah, whenever I was home alone when I was 11, I would hear footsteps and the floor creaking on the upper floor.
I didn’t live in an apartment, just a huge house, which had only me in it amongst the furniture.
I would always arm myself with hangers, and try to find the source of the sound.
It took me about 3 months of this before I asked my mom about it, it turned out to be the AC shaking the wooden tiles, and the water from the pipes would go occasionally.
Now, imagine my shock when during those 3 months I was getting a snack from the fridge, and something fell over in the pantry 😅
Years ago, we rented a1911 one-bedroom Craftsman bungalow, a beautiful little place with a lot of built-ins that had only been minimally remodeled. There was just one catch: it might've been haunted. Well. It seemed like. Mysterious footsteps would sound in the night, and there'd be odd knocking in the attic. The kitchen and cabinet doors in the dining room would open by themselves. Right around when I was on the edge of a serious case of cumulative heebie-jeebies, though, we started to figure it out. The footsteps were only mysterious because the subflooring was continuous throughout the house, and steps in one room would 'echo' in the next - and our enormous old cat's footsteps were heavy enough to trigger it. The knocking was the antique gas heater in the attic shutting down & cooling off. And the doors opened when the heater kicked on, and hot air came down vent. Old heating, cats, and balloon-framed houses - they'll do it every time.
Did you know that old-fashioned television sets can store a fair amount of electricity in what's called a capacitor? And the capacitor can discharge spontaneously.... meaning even an unplugged television set can just "turn itself on." I had some friends move in with me who were already a little creeped out to find an old lady died in the apartment right before I moved in. The cat somehow locking itself in a cupboard was pretty creepy because we couldn't figure out how he did it, and man those were strange noises he made. But the TV turning itself on (to a regularly scheduled episode of the Twilight Zone) was the icing on the creep-out cake for them.
Yep, old TVs do weird things. You can get a spontaneous one-ring-no-call on really old landline phones, too. My gran's would do it. (Not a party line.) Electricity is fun if not freaking stuff. However, no Twilight Zone involved. That woudl be the creepy part!
Load More Replies...my friend and I were about 12 years old and alone on the farm and sitting at the kitchen table with all the sudden we heard this really low long otherworldly howl and we both dived under the table and I reached up with my head to make sure the kitchen door was locked and we were just scared to death after hiding under there for about 20 minutes I came out and peeked through the kitchen window and it was my dog who had held because there was another dog in heat a mile away and he wanted some action
When I worked long shifts I used to arrive back at the train station at past midnight and have to walk down a rather dark, narrow path to get to my car. It’d been a long day and it was a very dark, moonless night so I was already a touch nervous when I hear the distinct sound of a footstep in gravel behind me. I stopped and looked round and the footsteps stopped. There’s nothing and no one there that I can see. I start to walk again and the footsteps resumed. I sped up and so did the perusing footfalls. It was at that point I realised 3 things: 1) The path isn’t gravel so I can’t be hearing footsteps on gravel 2) I have an empty crisp packet in my jeans pocket that’s making a crunching noise every time I take a step 3) I’m an idiot!
My cat was fast asleep on my knee. She suddenly jerked awake, stared into a corner of the room and tracked something across the ceiling with her eyes. I thought maybe a flying bug had got in but no, there was nothing there. Scared the absolute crap out of me. Also I kept getting woken up one night with something touching and pulling on my hair. It happened twice and scared me silly as I live on my own. Eventually I figured out my cat had brought a live mouse in the house and dropped it somewhere in my bedroom. The mouse was trying to use my hair for nesting material. I had to let my cat in to my bedroom at 4 am (they're barred from the room while I'm sleeping) so she could catch the mouse, I managed to get it off her alive and left it in a ventilated box with some food and water and bedding to recover (I had pet rats so had pretty much everything I needed) until I could release it the next evening.
My cat once came in through the doggie door with a live mouse and dropped it on the bed I was sleeping in. The mouse ran over me, then jumped off the other side of the bed. I've had pet rats so, no fear, but it took a while to catch the mouse, put it outside, and close up the doggie door.
Load More Replies...In 1972 as a teen I bought a cheap camera to take on a trip. Half the photos came out with a spooky black shadow on the side of the image. I inspected the lens. It was clean. I joked to friends that I was capturing images of spirits. Then my father, who was a professional photographer at one point in his life, pointed out that the carrying strap was hanging down over the lens when I took a photo. But since the camera had a viewfinder and was I not looking through the lens, I could not see the strap through the viewfinder.
For years I couldn't figure out what this faint, steady sound was in my bedroom at night. I knew it was nothing paranormal, but it drove me crazy! I kept wondering if a faucet had been left dripping in another room or something, but I noticed it nearly every night. One day I was cleaning out my closet and I found the source. It was a watch that had a very loud tick. I could only hear it when the whole house was quiet.
The night after my Granny's funeral. Due to our very large family, we were slept over at a neighbour's house. Middle of the night, going to the bathroom in the dark, saw this eery white face with nightgown at the end of the passage. Long story short, it was a mirror... I was the ghost.
It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize my Uncle was actually blowing gently on the pencil and not moving it with his mind like he said
I was chilling in my bedroom one night when I heard someone in the kitchen. Nobody was home but me. Was it a ghost or burglar? I willed my frightened self into the room to check, but it was empty. Turns out I had been given the wrong medication and was hallucinating. So that was relieving… but also very frightening.
Happened before to me, but in my case, I was the culprit. When we were 13, my longtime bros (still are) and I spent the night at one of our houses. Had a headache and turned in early when it started to pour big time. Partially woke up about 2AM (still pouring) to bros watching a horror movie then playing a horror game and finally telling ghost stories in the dark but didn't get up yet. Eventually, light from streetlamps outside showed movement in one corner of the room which freaks them out a little. Turns out it was a blazer that the host bro hung on the closet door. At that very moment, lightning and thunder hit outside the window I was sleeping under and I just sat up straight Undertaker-style without a sound. Bros screamed in terror until they realized it was me who had dozed off and they had completely forgotten about. They still give me flak about it til today lol.
The Hyde Park Barracks in Sydney is supposedly "the most haunted building in Australia", or at least according to the tourist brochures. I spent the night there as a kid as part of a school trip, and during the night I went wandering around in search of the bathroom. Zero ghosts. Then one of the teachers upstairs woke up to see a terrifying shadowy figure standing right over her hammock staring at her!!!! It was another kid from our group, sleepwalking. Really, the only weird part of this story is that all three people involved were named Katie.
My sister went to Port Arthur prison with a school camp. She was filming it mockumentary style, knowing it was supposedly haunted. The tour guide saw her filming the whole time, but just before the section that was particularly 'haunted' told her she wasn't allowed to film any of it. I wonder why?
Load More Replies...One night I was fast asleep and was suddenly awoken by a cold, wet and hard slap on my shoulder blade! I freaked out because the room was pitch black, but had the courage to run to the light-switch, expecting to have to fight some horrible dead zombie. Flicked the switch and there on my bed was a huge green tree frog! Frogs were common around our outback, badly sealed home (we used to get dozens in the toilet) and the poor thing must have jumped from the nearby windowsill right onto my back. I was very relieved to see a fat frog instead of the horrors my imagination conjured up haha.
used to scare random family members growing up by sitting in the chair near the bathroom waiting for the it to become available in the night. Nothing like walking out and seeing someone when you think everyone is asleep. Also My cat like to scratch on the perch on the wall that shares my bedroom wall in the middle of the night. makes you think for a second something is trying to come through the wall.
the joy of being a farm kid from Ruralville. Not a lot we didn't learn to identify. And I will be shocked if I ever hear any audio that isn't identifiable as an animal or prank, no matter how much someone insists it's Bigfoot.
Maybe you'll find this funny but I have made the principle of my dog NEVER hearing Happier by marshmello.
Not paranormal but I about messed myself. M' kids were w/ their father, I was watching TV in bed when I heard a thump on the other bedroom's window & the blinds rattle. I jumped up & looked in there- nothing. Went back to bed, shut m' door, & a few moments later- thump,rattle...CRASH. Someone's trying ta get in through the window, I assume. I got a revolver from m' bedroom closet, flung open m' door...& was confronted by m' daughter's hamster who turned & calmly walked down the hallway... He'd fallen from the dresser under the window & had taken a drinking glass w/ him.
As a teen I had my best friend staying over for a weekend. I woke up in the middle of the night by her saying my name as loud as she could when whispering. She was terrified. Apparently she’d been woken up by strange noises in my room. Too scared to get up and turn the lights on, she was laying there, convinced the room was haunted. Then she nearly had a heartattack when the poltergeist lay a hand over her face and kept it there. That’s where I woke up. And told her it was just one of my chinchillas sitting on her face 😂
Years ago, my roomate and her friend, one evening had a together dish washing chore and store everything on the drying rack. It was a cold evening winter. later that evening, they started hearing glass breaking noise. Further check, there were broken glass everywhere and still keep breaking. They both ran to one room and hid themselves from the glass breaking ghost despite my suggestion to them that, hot water makes their glassware expand and cool evening did the opposite. When stacking glass on top of each others, it got stuck and when temperature goes down, the outter glasses can't resist but breaked. Worst part, they are both studying for their PhD...
One time when I was probably 7-9, I saw some green lights flashing outside my window and got scared and ran away. It turned out to just be the lights from the computer reflecting against the window.
We buy these massive bags of dry chickpeas to cook up here. I mean massive like, 20lb bags. Once they're open, we store them in empty coffee containers. One year, two full Foldiers containers' worth of chickpeas went missing from our apartment. Vanished. We never found them. We like to joke that ghosts took them, but we haven't heard a single fart from the walls, so I guess that theory is probably a bust.
The house I live in has this concrete patio that goes a few inches above the driveway. At the time one of my grandpa's lived next door and I'd often go over to visit. Well, I came home one night around 8 or 9 pm, after the sun has gone down. I'm walking up the driveway and I see this thing run along the side of the patio. No clue what it was, all I could tell is that it was small and much darker than the other shadows so I freeze and I'm just standing there freaking out about it. My mind is going from 'oh, it's a small animal' to 'oh my God, it's a ghost'. Don't know how long I stood there but eventually I triggered the porch light (it has a moron sensor) and I see... Nothing, absolutely nothing. The only thing that could explain it is that I was seeing my shadow along the edge of the concrete. Edit: moron sensor is supposed to be motion sensor but it's funnier like that so I'll leave it.
The door on our toilet sometimes pops when there's a gust of wind. I'm WFH and every now and again there'll be this subtle noise and I'll catch a movement out of the corner of my eye, and that door will be swinging gently open because of a stray air current.
Watching TV at night with the lights out. I turned off the TV and I saw eyes starring at me from just out the window. The eyes looked weird so I was thinking alien. I was frozen so was the eyes. I gently called to my SO but they were asleep. Then my eyes adjusted to the dark. It was a deer with a serious case of voyeurism. Lol.
I have since moved house, but I used to see a mermaid-like silhouette flit past the window every night for about eight or nine years. And since moving, I've found a handprint that does not match me, a TV has turned itself on and a wire detector started making the noise for no apparent reason.
Also I once was reading in bed, got freaked out by a super pale hand holding my book, then realised that it was MY hand.
Load More Replies...Years ago, we rented a1911 one-bedroom Craftsman bungalow, a beautiful little place with a lot of built-ins that had only been minimally remodeled. There was just one catch: it might've been haunted. Well. It seemed like. Mysterious footsteps would sound in the night, and there'd be odd knocking in the attic. The kitchen and cabinet doors in the dining room would open by themselves. Right around when I was on the edge of a serious case of cumulative heebie-jeebies, though, we started to figure it out. The footsteps were only mysterious because the subflooring was continuous throughout the house, and steps in one room would 'echo' in the next - and our enormous old cat's footsteps were heavy enough to trigger it. The knocking was the antique gas heater in the attic shutting down & cooling off. And the doors opened when the heater kicked on, and hot air came down vent. Old heating, cats, and balloon-framed houses - they'll do it every time.
Did you know that old-fashioned television sets can store a fair amount of electricity in what's called a capacitor? And the capacitor can discharge spontaneously.... meaning even an unplugged television set can just "turn itself on." I had some friends move in with me who were already a little creeped out to find an old lady died in the apartment right before I moved in. The cat somehow locking itself in a cupboard was pretty creepy because we couldn't figure out how he did it, and man those were strange noises he made. But the TV turning itself on (to a regularly scheduled episode of the Twilight Zone) was the icing on the creep-out cake for them.
Yep, old TVs do weird things. You can get a spontaneous one-ring-no-call on really old landline phones, too. My gran's would do it. (Not a party line.) Electricity is fun if not freaking stuff. However, no Twilight Zone involved. That woudl be the creepy part!
Load More Replies...my friend and I were about 12 years old and alone on the farm and sitting at the kitchen table with all the sudden we heard this really low long otherworldly howl and we both dived under the table and I reached up with my head to make sure the kitchen door was locked and we were just scared to death after hiding under there for about 20 minutes I came out and peeked through the kitchen window and it was my dog who had held because there was another dog in heat a mile away and he wanted some action
When I worked long shifts I used to arrive back at the train station at past midnight and have to walk down a rather dark, narrow path to get to my car. It’d been a long day and it was a very dark, moonless night so I was already a touch nervous when I hear the distinct sound of a footstep in gravel behind me. I stopped and looked round and the footsteps stopped. There’s nothing and no one there that I can see. I start to walk again and the footsteps resumed. I sped up and so did the perusing footfalls. It was at that point I realised 3 things: 1) The path isn’t gravel so I can’t be hearing footsteps on gravel 2) I have an empty crisp packet in my jeans pocket that’s making a crunching noise every time I take a step 3) I’m an idiot!
My cat was fast asleep on my knee. She suddenly jerked awake, stared into a corner of the room and tracked something across the ceiling with her eyes. I thought maybe a flying bug had got in but no, there was nothing there. Scared the absolute crap out of me. Also I kept getting woken up one night with something touching and pulling on my hair. It happened twice and scared me silly as I live on my own. Eventually I figured out my cat had brought a live mouse in the house and dropped it somewhere in my bedroom. The mouse was trying to use my hair for nesting material. I had to let my cat in to my bedroom at 4 am (they're barred from the room while I'm sleeping) so she could catch the mouse, I managed to get it off her alive and left it in a ventilated box with some food and water and bedding to recover (I had pet rats so had pretty much everything I needed) until I could release it the next evening.
My cat once came in through the doggie door with a live mouse and dropped it on the bed I was sleeping in. The mouse ran over me, then jumped off the other side of the bed. I've had pet rats so, no fear, but it took a while to catch the mouse, put it outside, and close up the doggie door.
Load More Replies...In 1972 as a teen I bought a cheap camera to take on a trip. Half the photos came out with a spooky black shadow on the side of the image. I inspected the lens. It was clean. I joked to friends that I was capturing images of spirits. Then my father, who was a professional photographer at one point in his life, pointed out that the carrying strap was hanging down over the lens when I took a photo. But since the camera had a viewfinder and was I not looking through the lens, I could not see the strap through the viewfinder.
For years I couldn't figure out what this faint, steady sound was in my bedroom at night. I knew it was nothing paranormal, but it drove me crazy! I kept wondering if a faucet had been left dripping in another room or something, but I noticed it nearly every night. One day I was cleaning out my closet and I found the source. It was a watch that had a very loud tick. I could only hear it when the whole house was quiet.
The night after my Granny's funeral. Due to our very large family, we were slept over at a neighbour's house. Middle of the night, going to the bathroom in the dark, saw this eery white face with nightgown at the end of the passage. Long story short, it was a mirror... I was the ghost.
It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize my Uncle was actually blowing gently on the pencil and not moving it with his mind like he said
I was chilling in my bedroom one night when I heard someone in the kitchen. Nobody was home but me. Was it a ghost or burglar? I willed my frightened self into the room to check, but it was empty. Turns out I had been given the wrong medication and was hallucinating. So that was relieving… but also very frightening.
Happened before to me, but in my case, I was the culprit. When we were 13, my longtime bros (still are) and I spent the night at one of our houses. Had a headache and turned in early when it started to pour big time. Partially woke up about 2AM (still pouring) to bros watching a horror movie then playing a horror game and finally telling ghost stories in the dark but didn't get up yet. Eventually, light from streetlamps outside showed movement in one corner of the room which freaks them out a little. Turns out it was a blazer that the host bro hung on the closet door. At that very moment, lightning and thunder hit outside the window I was sleeping under and I just sat up straight Undertaker-style without a sound. Bros screamed in terror until they realized it was me who had dozed off and they had completely forgotten about. They still give me flak about it til today lol.
The Hyde Park Barracks in Sydney is supposedly "the most haunted building in Australia", or at least according to the tourist brochures. I spent the night there as a kid as part of a school trip, and during the night I went wandering around in search of the bathroom. Zero ghosts. Then one of the teachers upstairs woke up to see a terrifying shadowy figure standing right over her hammock staring at her!!!! It was another kid from our group, sleepwalking. Really, the only weird part of this story is that all three people involved were named Katie.
My sister went to Port Arthur prison with a school camp. She was filming it mockumentary style, knowing it was supposedly haunted. The tour guide saw her filming the whole time, but just before the section that was particularly 'haunted' told her she wasn't allowed to film any of it. I wonder why?
Load More Replies...One night I was fast asleep and was suddenly awoken by a cold, wet and hard slap on my shoulder blade! I freaked out because the room was pitch black, but had the courage to run to the light-switch, expecting to have to fight some horrible dead zombie. Flicked the switch and there on my bed was a huge green tree frog! Frogs were common around our outback, badly sealed home (we used to get dozens in the toilet) and the poor thing must have jumped from the nearby windowsill right onto my back. I was very relieved to see a fat frog instead of the horrors my imagination conjured up haha.
used to scare random family members growing up by sitting in the chair near the bathroom waiting for the it to become available in the night. Nothing like walking out and seeing someone when you think everyone is asleep. Also My cat like to scratch on the perch on the wall that shares my bedroom wall in the middle of the night. makes you think for a second something is trying to come through the wall.
the joy of being a farm kid from Ruralville. Not a lot we didn't learn to identify. And I will be shocked if I ever hear any audio that isn't identifiable as an animal or prank, no matter how much someone insists it's Bigfoot.
Maybe you'll find this funny but I have made the principle of my dog NEVER hearing Happier by marshmello.
Not paranormal but I about messed myself. M' kids were w/ their father, I was watching TV in bed when I heard a thump on the other bedroom's window & the blinds rattle. I jumped up & looked in there- nothing. Went back to bed, shut m' door, & a few moments later- thump,rattle...CRASH. Someone's trying ta get in through the window, I assume. I got a revolver from m' bedroom closet, flung open m' door...& was confronted by m' daughter's hamster who turned & calmly walked down the hallway... He'd fallen from the dresser under the window & had taken a drinking glass w/ him.
As a teen I had my best friend staying over for a weekend. I woke up in the middle of the night by her saying my name as loud as she could when whispering. She was terrified. Apparently she’d been woken up by strange noises in my room. Too scared to get up and turn the lights on, she was laying there, convinced the room was haunted. Then she nearly had a heartattack when the poltergeist lay a hand over her face and kept it there. That’s where I woke up. And told her it was just one of my chinchillas sitting on her face 😂
Years ago, my roomate and her friend, one evening had a together dish washing chore and store everything on the drying rack. It was a cold evening winter. later that evening, they started hearing glass breaking noise. Further check, there were broken glass everywhere and still keep breaking. They both ran to one room and hid themselves from the glass breaking ghost despite my suggestion to them that, hot water makes their glassware expand and cool evening did the opposite. When stacking glass on top of each others, it got stuck and when temperature goes down, the outter glasses can't resist but breaked. Worst part, they are both studying for their PhD...
One time when I was probably 7-9, I saw some green lights flashing outside my window and got scared and ran away. It turned out to just be the lights from the computer reflecting against the window.
We buy these massive bags of dry chickpeas to cook up here. I mean massive like, 20lb bags. Once they're open, we store them in empty coffee containers. One year, two full Foldiers containers' worth of chickpeas went missing from our apartment. Vanished. We never found them. We like to joke that ghosts took them, but we haven't heard a single fart from the walls, so I guess that theory is probably a bust.
The house I live in has this concrete patio that goes a few inches above the driveway. At the time one of my grandpa's lived next door and I'd often go over to visit. Well, I came home one night around 8 or 9 pm, after the sun has gone down. I'm walking up the driveway and I see this thing run along the side of the patio. No clue what it was, all I could tell is that it was small and much darker than the other shadows so I freeze and I'm just standing there freaking out about it. My mind is going from 'oh, it's a small animal' to 'oh my God, it's a ghost'. Don't know how long I stood there but eventually I triggered the porch light (it has a moron sensor) and I see... Nothing, absolutely nothing. The only thing that could explain it is that I was seeing my shadow along the edge of the concrete. Edit: moron sensor is supposed to be motion sensor but it's funnier like that so I'll leave it.
The door on our toilet sometimes pops when there's a gust of wind. I'm WFH and every now and again there'll be this subtle noise and I'll catch a movement out of the corner of my eye, and that door will be swinging gently open because of a stray air current.
Watching TV at night with the lights out. I turned off the TV and I saw eyes starring at me from just out the window. The eyes looked weird so I was thinking alien. I was frozen so was the eyes. I gently called to my SO but they were asleep. Then my eyes adjusted to the dark. It was a deer with a serious case of voyeurism. Lol.
I have since moved house, but I used to see a mermaid-like silhouette flit past the window every night for about eight or nine years. And since moving, I've found a handprint that does not match me, a TV has turned itself on and a wire detector started making the noise for no apparent reason.
Also I once was reading in bed, got freaked out by a super pale hand holding my book, then realised that it was MY hand.
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