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“What Is The Creepiest Or Most Unexplained Thing That’s Happened To You That You Still Think About To This Day?” (30 Stories)
We like to think of ourselves as honest Pandas, but at the end of the day, each and every one of us has some secrets that we don’t share with anyone. However, the internet and the anonymity it provides allow us to share our thoughts without much fear. Especially when it comes to real events from our lives that sound very peculiar when said aloud and might even make some people scoff.
Today, we’re featuring the most mysterious and unexplained experiences that people had, as shared by internet users on r/AskReddit in this thread here and this one right over here. The stories are great and you’re bound to enjoy them if you’re into detective stories, the unknown, and just plain weirdness.
Turn off the lights, get yourself a hot cup of tea and a cozy blanket, and let’s get reading, shall we? Oh, and once you’re done upvoting your favorite posts, consider dropping by the comments and telling us about your own real-life unexplained mysteries that you still think about to this day.
Bored Panda got in touch with Bram Stoker Award-winning editor and writer Doug Murano to have a chat about mystery and creepiness. Doug accidentally went viral in September 2020 with an inspirational tweet that he's using to inspire people to this day and he has even started an Indegogo campaign based on it. He is also an expert in all things horror and has founded Bad Hand Books.
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#1
I was living in Boston. I woke up at three in the morning because my cat jumped on my bed and curled between my calf. My cat would do this every night since I was 5 years old. That was his spot. The thing is, my cat was living with my parents on the West Coast, so I couldn't understand what the hell I just felt, but I knew it was my cat. I just figured I was dreaming. The following morning I got a call from my parents letting me know that my cat died around midnight the previous night, which was three in the morning my time. I guess that was my cat traveling to Boston to come see me one last time.
"Experiencing stories about death and evil from a safe distance is like a dress rehearsal for the inevitable grief we'll experience in life—even our own demise. Look, we all know what's coming in the end and it's a lot to handle. We need healthy ways to process the notion that we have an expiration date. Scary stories about death give us that," Doug explained to us.
In Doug's view, people are innately very curious. That means that we like diving into scary and uncomfortable stories.
"I think people are programmed with curiosity from birth. We want to open the door, push the button, taste the fruit. We want to see what happens. When we experience the truly inexplicable, it's kind of a hint that there's more to existence than what we can perceive. For a lot of us, even if the details are full of things that scare the pants off us, that's a weird kind of comfort."
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#2
Maybe around age 14, early 90s. We were traveling from TX up to Tacoma, WA. We were about out of money, almost out of gas, no food, stuck in Chico California. I sat in the car while mom took my younger sisters to the restroom at a gas station. I was riddled with anxiety about our situation and looking down. The car door opened and I looked up. A lady that looked like a brown haired Brady mom sat in the seat and faced me. She said “It seems like you’re down on your luck. Take this and give it to your mom. Tell her to pay it forward some day to someone who needs it.” I looked down into my hand and there was a $100 bill. I looked up and she had disappeared. Nowhere in the parking lot, just vanished. I cried. When mom came back I told her what happened and she cried. We got gas. There was a guy selling oranges on the side of the road and we bought a bag and went to a local park that had a part of the river with a little spillway dam and went swimming and ate oranges for a couple of hours before getting back on the road. I never saw the lady again but she saved us and we did make it up to Tacoma to start our new life. Thank you stranger lady with invisible powers, we never forgot your kindness!
#3
I had a recurring nightmare of a black parasite sucking the life out of me. Sometimes it waited for me to go sleep in dark corners of the room. I was very stressed during that time, and my cats would come sleep in bed with me. I got an itch on my chest where I dreamt the parasite was sucking the life out of me, then I got sick, and felt a pea-sized lump. I went to my doctor and they ordered a biopsy. As it turned out, I had male breast cancer at the age of 28. After I recovered, the dream never came back, and my cats went back to sleeping in their usual places, not on my bed. The dream was creepy, but what made it for me was my cats protecting me.
Doug added that it's human nature to embellish stories as we tell them. It's how we connect with one another. "So we make our stories—even the ones about mundane events—entertaining. We ratchet up the suspense. We fill in missing details. We sex it up a little. There's nothing wrong with that," he said.
"That said, I think one giveaway of a story that has been either made up or heavily embellished is that it all makes sense. Real life is chaotic and doesn't often give us a satisfying payoff at the end of a story. I tend to gravitate toward stories that have elements that are simply never explained. They ring more true to life."
#4
I was staying with my girlfriend and her mom. My girlfriend's room was built as an extension/add-on to their garage. So you had to walk through their garage to get to her room. One night, I wake up at around one in the morning and the room is just glowing red. I look up at the ceiling and I see this black figure crawling through the ceiling. It moved in such an inhuman way, like it was breaking every one of its bones to move. I start screaming which wakes my girlfriend up and she looks up at the ceiling and starts to scream as well. Instinctively, I grab my pillow and whip it at the figure. The next thing I knew, everything went black and I woke up a few hours later. My girlfriend was fast asleep, so I thought it was just some weird dream. At that point, I had to go to the washroom. So, I walked through the garage and tried to quietly open the garage door to get into the main house...
Previously, her mom had gotten annoyed with us staying up late and going through the garage door to use the washroom, because each time we would open it, the door would loudly click and wake her up. So, I’m standing at the garage door, trying to open it as quietly as possible. As I push it open, her mom starts screaming at the top of her lungs. I thought it was rage that I'd woken her up, so I immediately closed the door, went back to my girlfriend's room, and told her that her mom was screaming. She got up to deescalate the situation. About 20 minutes later, my girlfriend returned to the room completely silent. She asked me if I saw the room glowing red earlier, as well as a figure in the ceiling. I say, 'yes,' and she goes wide-eyed, because she saw it and thought it was just a dream too. She then says that her mom wasn’t screaming at me. Apparently, when I opened the door, it did wake her up — but she saw a black figure standing at the foot of her bed, slowly moving towards her. She then experienced a blackout as well, and was woken up by my girlfriend checking in on her.
The entire house slept with the lights on for a month after that.
#5
Was cruising a back road on the way to work, when I topped a hill there was a cat in the center of the road. I didn’t have time to react and tried to center the cat between the tires. I heard a loud thump as I went over it, and winced. No cat in the rear view, which I pondered the rest of the drive. When I got out of my truck I heard a meow. I searched all over as the meows kept coming. Eventually I found the cat safe and sound sitting on the spare tire underneath my truck bed. He hung in there for over 20 miles. I had that cat for almost 9 years. RIP Mr Furley.
#6
A few years ago, I was at my lowest point in life. Several people close to me had passed away unexpectedly, I was being bullied every day at my job, my life was falling apart. I was past being depressed - I just couldn't imagine waking up another day. So I'd planned my s*icide - bought a one-way plane ticket, got sleeping pills, and wrote a series of s*icide notes.
On the day I was to fly out to fulfill my 'plan', there was a terrible accident on the freeway to the airport. It was shut down both ways. So I drove into a nearby pub to have a beer and wait out the traffic. The second I sat on the patio with my drink, a gentleman asked if he could sit with me. Whatever, I thought, sure, who cares. He told me that whatever I was doing next was a terrible idea and I would regret it. I thought, who is this random f**ker? But I listened.
He said that he sensed I was in pain, but that I had an incredible life ahead of me, and that this was not the way my story was supposed to end. Again, I'd never met this guy in my life, and hadn't mentioned a word to him about my 'plan'. He asked me to hand him my keys and my wallet, and he'd give them back to me after I talked and he listened.
I poured my heart out to this random guy. Told him all my traumas and pains in life and why I was heading to the airport on a one-way ticket to kill myself in a cemetery across the country where my family was buried. He just listened. And then he pulled out a lighter, asked me to pull out my s*icide letters and helped me burn them. He told me I was worth so much to the world and that after I finished my drink, I needed to head home and get some sleep. He told me I was going to be okay tomorrow, and I believed him. He then gave me my keys and wallet back.
I left that afternoon and went home, hugged my family. Got some sleep - and the next day, I started working on myself - finding a therapist, a new job. Years later, I'm in a fantastic place in life, so, so far from where I was that day. To this day, no one in my life knows how close I came to killing myself. But this random stranger just somehow understood me. And saved my life.
I never saw him again, I don't even know his name. It's the most unexplained thing that has ever happened to me. And I think about that guy every day - so, thank you, kind stranger, for saving my life that random September day on a pub patio.
During an earlier interview, editor and writer Doug, the founder of Bad Hand Books, shared his opinion with Bored Panda about why we’re fascinated by scary stories.
"I suspect that most of us—regardless of our spiritual beliefs—have a longing for something beyond this life. Human beings seem to be pre-programmed with this urge," he told us.
"So much of horror and speculative fiction grapples with death and what happens after we die that I can't help but believe much of our interest in such stories is an expression of a longing for experiences and existences beyond our perceptions," the horror expert shared with Bored Panda.
#7
In 2009 my wallet and BlackBerry were stolen at a gas station. I replaced my cards and moved on with my life. In 2014 I got a new-to-me truck. It had been a Comcast truck in the next state over. I drove it to my parents house and my dad and I were combing through it, finding things like the spare tire jack and stuff. We found my driver's license under the passenger seat. I figured I'd forgotten to put it away at the dealership and it fell on the floor, so I opened up my wallet to put it in. I already had a license in my wallet. The license that was under the seat was the one that was stolen in 2009. In a truck from a different state, that hadn't been built at the time of the theft, that I happened to purchase five years later.
#8
My husband took an overnight job to help us out during Covid. One night, he left home around 8:15 p.m. Our daughter and I decided to make it a movie night. Around 11, I heard keys in our backdoor and the usual sounds my husband makes when he comes home. I crept out to the kitchen to make sure it was him, and it was. He told me he needed to grab his knee compression sleeve, he walked down the hall, he said, "Hi" to our daughter as he passed the living room, and he went upstairs. He came back down, gave me a kiss, and left again...
We finished our movie and went to bed. In the morning when he got home, I made a comment about him forgetting his knee sleeve. He was genuinely confused. Our daughter confirmed everything I said but he was still acting confused. I pulled up our security motion camera on my phone to show him when he popped in, but there was no footage of him coming home after he'd left. My daughter and I both heard him and saw him, and I even touched him. But he was never home during that time. Nothing else out of the ordinary happened that night. We seriously have no idea what happened.
#9
My husband was driving and I was a passenger in the front seat. I dont know what made me do this but I quickly grabbed his arm and I shouted “slow down!”which he did. Then a few seconds later a car on our left side sped past us really fast, then careened into our lane and crashed into the car in front of us. The person speeding died and the person in the car in front of us died. Had I not had told my husband to slow down we would’ve died because we would’ve been hit.
It’s inexplicable what made me do that but I’d like to believe I have a good angel watching out for me.
"Great horror stories thread a precarious needle: They maintain a sense of the truly inexplicable while creating a world and a narrative that provides enough answers to ground the story,” he said what separates a great story from the rest.
“Over-explanation kills most horror, which is why the shark is scariest when you only see the fin; the alien is most terrifying when it's lurking in the shadows; the killer is most monstrous when he's masked," he added.
According to the expert, we should value stories for the entertainment they provide us, whether they’re true or not. In other words, a good story is still good, even if it’s made up. And we need to learn to enjoy it.
#10
I just wrote a response involving a car story the other night, but probably my raccoon story.
Was in a Krogers parking lot trying to figure out a car issue. Dude who had something tucked under his arm came up, and asked me if I needed help -- I knew what I was dealing with, but said yes, because I'm a computer guy, not a car guy, and you don't know what you don't know, so to speak.
He proceeded to take the tool I was using to mess with the battery terminal, and handed off the thing that was under his arm, which happened to be a raccoon pup, saying, "Don't worry, he don't bite." I'm completely stunned, holding and petting a completely calm raccoon while this guy sorts out my car. He takes it back, and goes about his day.
One of many random and unexplainable encounters in my life, but probably my favorite.
#11
My best friend passed away this past March. On the morning that she passed, right around the time that the coroner said she must have died, I woke up from a dream where she had been dying. In the dream, she thanked me for everything I had done for her. A few hours after I woke up, I sent her a text just wanting to check in. It was right after I sent that text that I got a phone call from her mother who told me she had passed that morning.
I’ll never understand why I had that dream, but I like to think that on her way out she visited me one last time.
#12
I apologise for grammar of spelling mistakes
There was a kid in another class at my school in 6th grade that was genius. I don't mean like, oh he's really smart cause doesn't need to do the homework and still gets a 100s. Like he's was doing advanced calculus with a local college professor after school. This kid was smarter than everyone.
So one day our computer system for the entire school goes down. (I was in a poorer area at the time so this was normal). This was occured many times so normally it would effect us cause we barely used laptops and such. The only class that was affected was the computer class. This kid was in the computer class.
3 or so hours later when I'm class with him during social studies. 3 guys with FBI jackets on and our local chief escorted him out of the building. We were told nothing, the parents were told nothing. It never hit the news. To this day we have no clue what he did. Except every single teacher I've asked about this says they were also told nothing.
I haven't seen the kid since and I can't find a trace of him going to anyother school or ending up in trouble. He just fell of the face of the earth with his parents. (Yeah I forgot to mention that parents also disappeared and no one really looked for then after a month or so)
I still think about that kid.
"My professional expertise is limited to fiction, but I'll say this: I've seen enough real magic and wonder in the world to make me think twice about whether the supernatural is real—and I think that's a healthy thing. It's perhaps less important to believe any given tale than it is to remain open to experiences while leaving room in your head and in your heart for belief."
#13
I used to work in a nursing home where I cared for dementia patients. Every patient on the hall I worked on would steal spoons from dinner to give to “the kids” because “they like shiny things.” It got to the point where once a week I’d have to go through everyone’s room to take back the spoons. I asked the patients about the kids many times but never got a good answer. I’d hear things like “they just live here” or “they stand outside in the snow and look in the windows” or “they’re my friends who visit.” Wouldn’t be so weird if they all didn’t do it, but it was everyone, the ones who were still capable of speaking anyways. One time at 3am one of my patients started screaming so I ran in her room and found her laying in bed, seemingly fine. I asked what was wrong and she said “That boy is here again and won’t get out of my closet! I’m scared!” Like me too, Delores what the heck
#14
One day, I got home from work with headphones in my ears, on the phone with my mom. I went to the kitchen to grab a snack and I saw my roommate (and childhood best friend) walk out of her room and go into mine. Our rooms were right across from each other, and were very trusting, so we would freely go into each other's rooms to borrow clothes, a hair brush, perfume, etc. She looked like she just got out of the shower, hair soaking wet, wrapped in a white towel. I distinctly remember her long black hair...
I didn't think anything of it, grabbing my snack, hanging up with my mom, and going into my room to watch TV. An hour passed and I went to the kitchen to clean my plate. My roommate was in there making something to eat and I asked, "Hey, what did you grab from my room earlier?" She looked at me confused and said, "What are you talking about?"
I explained that I saw her go in my room but I was on the phone with my mom at the time, so I didn't greet her. She asked me if I was sure I saw her. I said yes, 100 percent. She told me to grab my keys and phone and go to her car ASAP because she needed to show me something. I had my phone, grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter, along with her purse, and she dragged me out of the front door to her car. Then, she told me she had spent the night at her boyfriend's house, and had only gotten home five minutes before we'd started talking. She had no idea who I saw.
I'll never forget the look on her face when she told me this — complete fear and panic. She called the cops and they came along with our apartment manager. They checked the place and found no one. Nothing was amiss, and they checked every nook and cranny. The manager had maintenance change our locks and gave us new keys, but my friend told me she'd been hearing noises from her bathroom for a week, like bottles moving, and when she would go check, she found nothing. I still have no idea who I saw going in and out of our rooms, but they looked exactly like my friend. This was in 2014 and I still freak out when I think about it.
cybermerlin2000 2 years ago
Seen this sort of thing reported quite often. Either a homeless person or someone who used to live there has a hidden room or access to the house. Methods include a secret room behind the bathroom mirror, spare keys, a false wall in the attic, homemade hidden passage in the wall/floor. If you suspect an intruder, then set up hidden cameras. Not only will it, confirm whether you have an intruder but also there is a good chance it will reveal how they are getting in
#15
We had a rescue dog years back, terrier mix. We lived in the countryside on a wooded hillside and owned about five acres of woodland and rough fields mostly wild. This dog loved to be up there chasing rabbits but loved her home too so would never be gone for very long. One day she went missing. We took our other dogs up there and searched thoroughly but nothing. We had another friend bring his dogs, nothing. We advertised, put up posters, we did little but search high and low for six days but nothing. On the sixth day we had pretty much given up hope but I decided to go up one last time because I had a hunch, a tickle in my belly, about one particular area which had already been thoroughly searched. I took a sickle and a pair of gardening gloves and hacked my way towards the centre of a huge bramble patch. It was summer and all I could hear was birdsong and insects, but suddenly I heard a muffled yip. I called her name and then heard her again getting excited. She was deep underground in a rabbit warren. I stayed calling to her until help arrived, the local fire brigade were kind enough to come and help and advise and we got her out eventually. She ran around like a demented muddy pup and amazingly the vet said she was basically ok, had probably been getting enough moisture from eating mud to keep her alive. I am not generally a fanciful person, but I just knew in my ‘knower’ she was there. No explanation for it.
#16
My nana (great grandma) and mom were very close, but they lived overseas apart from each other my whole life. They talked on the phone every Sunday, but since it was an international call, it was extremely expensive, so they took turns calling every Sunday at 8:00 a.m. to make the cost equal. However, due to a four-minute difference in clocks, my nana always ended up calling at 8:04 a.m... Nana died on a Tuesday. The following week, my mom and I were sitting at the table eating breakfast, and Mom noticed it was 7:50 a.m. 'Nana would have been calling any minute!' She got emotional, I comforted her. Then at 8:04 a.m., the f**king phone rings. The called ID reads 'Unknown Caller.' We look at each other like, is this some sort of sick joke? She answers and there’s nothing but static on the other end, and some garbled voice recording. The only decipherable words in it are, 'We hope you enjoy your trip to paradise!' *CLICK* The phone hang up. Absolutely no explanation for that one. Still baffles me to this day.
#17
When I was really really small, like 4 or 5 years old, a woman my mom worked with at the insulation plant, gave my mom one of those 90's fisher price dollhouses because her daughter outgrew it. I even remember the night my mom brought it home, she was so excited that she woke me up at midnight to give it to me (she worked a late second shift). An insulation factory wasn't really a safe place for a really small child, so I had never met the lady. I only knew her name was Rosella, because I thought it was such a beautiful name. I had never seen photos or anything to identify her. Fast forward about a month after mom brought home the doll house, I was walking into the general store with my mom. I have no idea what compelled me, but I ran up to a lady checking out in line and yelled out "Rosella!!" Turned out, it was her. My mom just stood stunned, and Rosella had assumed that mom pointed her out to me. Except I had yelled out her name before my mom had even seen her.
#18
I was camping alone in a small one-person tent. All snug and secure, I went to sleep. I was woken by a clap of thunder at three in the morning to discover both the inner and outer tent doors wide open. That was freaky.
#19
There was a kid in my class who no one else remembers. I distinctly recall playing with this kid in kindergarten, and we were pretty much inseparable. About a month after Christmas break he disappeared. No one remembered him. Not the teachers or my classmates. No one. I even asked the school counselor if he was okay and she humored me by going through records to see if he’d transferred. She couldn’t find a thing. I think about it at least once a month.
cybermerlin2000 2 years ago
It's another dimensional crossover. Either that or OP had a very realistic imaginary friend
#20
My wife had the week off work, so she offered to drive me to work. I asked her to check if she had her keys, phone, and wallet before we left. She noticed her wallet wasn't in her pocket and asked me to help look for it. I sort-of recalled her putting it on the mostly cleared kitchen island the previous evening. It wasn't there. We moved the few things off of it, but still couldn't find it. Both of us thought that she might've dropped it while she was out shopping the previous day, and to call around to the stores when they opened.
So we went about our day and she drove me to work. She was quite disappointed to have to spend one of her days off calling the bank to cancel all of her cards, going to ICBC (auto insurance provider) to get a replacement drivers license, and going to her work to get a new key card. She stopped by the two stores she visited the previous day but both had no such wallet in their lost & found. She decided to head back home so she could grab her passport/other ID incase she was asked for it.
She walked into our condo and saw the wallet, sitting alone on the kitchen island, in the exact spot that I remembered it was. We have security cameras but the footage during that hour corrupted and wasn't viewable.
Neither of us can explain what the f**k happened. No one has spare keys except my MIL, whom was out of the country. No friends stayed over. The only "logical" explanation is that one of our cats took it off of the kitchen island, hid it, and then brought it back while we were out.
We definitely had some odd situations happen in that condo.
M 2 years ago
Maybe it's the same unexplained phenomenon that happens to my partner every time he loses something. "Where's my headphones", "On the shelf in the living room", "Nope, not there", "Did you look?", "Yes! I did", "Are you sure?", "Yes, it's not there. Help me find it". And then I go downstairs to check and what do you know, it's right there in plain sight exactly where I said it was. He usually says the goblins stole it and then they were so afraid of me they put it back. I think he has male blindness syndrome.
#21
I was putting my daughter to bed, and she was talking about her godmother, bc we were reading a book that her godmother had gotten her. Her godmother died in 2019, of breast cancer. She was my very best friend, more like a sister, and she doted on my daughter. We are reminiscing about her, and my daughters twinkle lights she has on her ceiling starts going off. They have multiple settings- and they are on the rainbow setting. Not too weird, maybe they have a short or something. I go to turn them off. They aren’t plugged in. I figure it’s my friend saying hi. She loved rainbows. I’m not superstitious, but she promised to stick around and haunt us. I find it comforting. Those lights still go off every now and then.
#22
Was delivering newspapers on my paper route when a longtime customer pulled his car next to me and asked me to just give him his daily newspaper now because he was going on a long trip. I handed him his newspaper then skipped his house as I continued my route.
The next day I was collecting the weekly fees (you used to have to go collect the money back then, no internet payment yet) and I went to his house to collect my fee. His wife answers and promptly complains that I missed her house on my deliveries the day before.
I explained to her that her husband pulled up next to me, I told her what he said and that I gave him the paper. She started crying, told me that he had died a couple weeks ago and it was obviously not possible that I spoke with her husband the day before.
I know what I saw and nearly 30 years later I still think about that situation. I have no way to logically explain what happened and it still give me the creeps.
Antony Aston 2 years ago
Had a similar experience many years ago. A group of four of us were walking home from school when an elderly neighbour passed us on the lane. We said hello but he blanked us, which we thought was odd. When we got up to his house the undertakers were carrying his coffin out of the door.
#23
When I was 5y/o my mom opened the door to two cops who where telling her that her daughter, (me) was outside alone in spring with only a t-shirt and shorts at 1AM ish.
At the time I was sleeping with her every nights. So she told the cops it cannot be true I’m in her bed right now. She comes to get me and we go in the entry. The two cops said that the little girl knew where she’s living and that’s her who said she was living at my house. The two cops then look at me creep out and ask my name. I have a very unique name by the way. Then the cops took the little girl to show my mother that it wasn’t a joke of some sort. The little girl entered and ran to my mom yelling “mommy mommy it’s me lili”. My name is Livia I don’t know how the f$&@@ she knew my name and made a nickname with it to this day. I do believe she heard the cops asking me questions. Then I started to cry and eventually the cops left with the little girl.
We often tell this story with my mother to family reunions. I wish I was kidding, she had similar physical traits too, not identical but similar.
#24
I had a schnauzer that could hear a cat stalk across a persian rug. The slightest noise could wake her from a slumber and set off her constant barking. She made a great tent companion while on backpacking trips. Bears, racoons and skunks would all get fair warning if they came within range of out campsite. One morning we woke up from a night without interruptions in the back country of SW Colorado and I found my tents central guyline was no longer staked down by the aluminum stake that I had used but instead by a piece of aspen branch that had been carved into what looked like a tiki statue. Nothing too ornate but a snarling face with teeth had been carved from the bark and it had obviously been heated in a fire to give it a brown color. My dog didn't make a sound and i apparently slept harder than I thought. I scrambled out of the tent and looked around the small alpine lake and saw no other campers nor any sign that people had been around. Cut my trip short and hauled ass the 8 miles back to my car. Not a single other car in the lot at the trailhead.
cybermerlin2000 2 years ago
I wonder if there was a hermit n the area that has developed his stealth skills to perfection that did this just to scare the stranger off his land
#25
It was just a normal Saturday night, I was home alone watching TV with my two dogs, when I heard a banging sound coming from the basement. It legit sounded like somebody was just banging something on the appliances down there. Now, there's no access into the basement from down there, only through the upstairs rooms that I was in, so I knew nobody could have come in and got past me. With this knowledge, I was not as scared as you might think — more just curious as to what the heck the noise was...
One of the two dogs is a meathead and wants to fight everybody. He also heard the noise and bolted down into the basement to investigate. I got down there and saw that it was my other dog banging his head into our dryer and chest freezer. My meathead dog just stood there watching, confused. So I approached my other dog and calmed him down, then we all went back upstairs. This freaked me out and upset me because it was such strange behavior for my dog.
Fast forward 30 minutes or so, the banging starts again. I instantly look over to my dog and he is laying down, but he's also aware of the noise downstairs. We run down into the basement and now it's Meathead banging his head in-between the appliances. I now calm Meathead down and we all go back upstairs.
It has been three years, so that rules out brain tumors, which is what I read could cause dogs to bang their heads. Nothing creepy has happened since that night.
#26
I was deployed to Iraq and we stayed in a former prison in Baghdad. During the night we would see and hear strange things. The base at this time only had soldiers but we would hear children playing from inside the prison. One day we decided to dig deeper to see where the kids were. When we finally found where the noise was coming from we found a room with the ceiling caved in. We didn't find any kids but found kids books, toys and kids clothes. Everything looked like it wasn't moved in weeks. We continued to hear the kids in the year we spent there.
Who Panda 420 2 years ago
I have always wondered though once you died if you had the freedom of movement why would you linger somewhere that was so painful. Sometimes I wonder if residual energy can get trapped in certain buildings and it's not really a haunting just replaying of energy if that makes sense. Like a tape that's stuck on auto loop
#27
I was about 10, and I saw my grandmother standing at the front door looking outside. She was talking to my dad. I couldn’t see my dad's face because he was turned away from her, but he was shirtless. He had a very distinct mole in the middle of his back, so I knew it was him. He was mumbling something I couldn’t understand. My grandmother was telling him something along the lines of, 'If you love them so much, why did you go and do this?' My mom wasn’t there to see this, because she had left moments before after getting a call letting her know my dad had been driving drunk and hit a mule on the highway. He was in the hospital clinging to life.
#28
I still have a print of the photo.
Around 1996, I borrowed a new digital camera from my work and brought it to band practice at our bassist's house, who was also studying computer programming at the time. I took a bunch of "band pics" and excited about the new technology, we loaded the photos onto his computer to get a good laugh at our drunken foolishness.
In one particular shot of the bassist, we were stunned to see something bizarre. The TV screen behind him in the photo was black, except for white, cloudy "ghost writing" that said "things hurt." We had NO explanation for this. My friend printed the photo on his black and white printer, and I still have a copy to this day.
#29
When I was in high-school, I would always be the first to arrive home out of my family, having the entire house to myself. I've never been superstitious or someone who scared easily, and the hour I had alone was my favorite time of the entire day.
My bedroom is upstairs, and one day when I got home from school I placed my bag away and started up the stairs. About halfway I stopped because I thought I heard something coming from upstairs so I stayed at listened.
I heard a very slow rendition of the melody from ring around the rosie, crystal clear; coming from my bedroom. I was 100% sure I was the only one home, and I had absolutely no 'device' that could be playing music unprompted, especially ring around the rosie.
I froze in fear and listened for about 15 seconds to make sure I was really hearing it, which I was. I just turned back down the steps and waited around in the living room for my family to get home before I went back upstairs. I went in my room a few hours later and there was nothing out of the ordinary.
I know it's not a very climatic story, but it's something I think about every now and then. I never told anyone about it because, why would I, but that was the first time something truly strange happened to me.
cybermerlin2000 2 years ago
What OP didn't know was that every time they ran home, the ghost of a little girl would sit in the bedroom waiting for that hour when the walls between realms were weakest and would enjoy the company. That day, while waiting for the living friend to come home, she took out her music box and played with it not realizing the walls were weakest that day and OP heard it. She left that day thinking OP would be back tomorrow and she would visit then
#30
like 15 years ago while still lived with my mom we had a big backyard and had two dogs, one night i heard the dogs running back and forth not barking but they were whimpering, like scared or something, and when I went out to see I saw another white dog, like a BIG white husky dog, and it looked at me with piercing red eyes, then turned around, climbed a f**king tree and jumped to the backyard next door.
To this day I know for sure I wasn't high, and still don't know what that was.
What do you think ?
KimB 2 years ago
I cannot wrap my head around this one...Did common sense and the ability to read and comprehend data suddenly disappear from the human race? If I read one more ding bat go on about how vaccines cause autism I'm going to hit them in the head with a book maybe knock some brain cells around and spark an intelligent thought! : D
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Legen ( wait for it ) dary 2 years ago
I'm also wondering why I keep reading it, even though I got afraid with the first one already, specially being 03.28 nicht and I have to pee.
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Demi Zwaan 2 years ago
I love all these stories! They're so creative. I don't believe any of them are supernatural, but they are fun to read nonetheless.
Mad Mar 2 years ago
Oh and the strangest but saddest one was as a teen I took a lot of my moms sleeping pills. The kind you get from a pharmacy. I took like 14 and went to the living room to sit on the sofa. I wasn't trying to hurt myself I was just taking the pills thinking I'd get a buzz or something because sleeping pills worked at night. (Stupid me) So I was sitting on the couch then the next thing I knew I was nothing. But apparently my sister poked me or something an I felt sound and light swoosh back and my brain start again. I had od'ed but she hit me hard enough to restart my heart. The other side is just an off switch. No bright light people. Just off.
Who Panda 420 2 years ago
Unfortunately that's all I saw too was darkness
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BORKADYMUSIC 2 years ago
I have sleep paralysis frequently, probably twice or three times a week, I told the tree story up there in the comments, and yeah my luck is just awful lol I’m almost convinced my house is haunted and I’m being watched by some ghost yet I don’t really believe in ghosts and all that jazz. Also whenever I think of something weird, like drinking shampoo or something like that, I just automatically think “dammit Michael”, I have no idea who Michael is. My name isn’t Michael. I don’t know anyone named Michael.
Nikki Sevven 2 years ago
I've suffered from sleep paralysis and its accompanying hypnagogic hallucinations for about a decade now. When life has been kind to me, the disorder stops. When I'm stressed out, I see them. They're always different, and I've never seen the same one twice. They've ranged from completely human to physically impossible, and they've been as far away as the end of my bed and as close as in bed next to me and under the covers. Not only do I see them, I hear and feel them too. None has spoken, but I hear the noises of their movements and feel pressure when they touch me. It's the oddest, most frightening experience. Even though I know they're hallucinations, even when it's happening, the knowledge doesn't reduce my fear.
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Mindghost 2 years ago
About 4 y.o., woke up at night and saw something slightly green, foggy shade at my door. I had to pee, so i went for it and it vanished. As i walked out my room, i saw it in front of my older brothers room and hovering inside slowly. I thought "good it's going into his room" since he always played tricks on me (like siblings do) and went to pee and sleep peacefully after :)
Carol Emory 2 years ago
College friend of mine said that the first apartment she moved into with her boyfriend(now husband) was a townhouse. She said that starting almost immediately, her husband started sleep walking, always waking up in the kitchen in front of the cupboard that held the glasses. He figured he was thirsty and would get some water then go back to sleep. This went on practically every night. Then one day she got up on the counters to clean cobwebs and dust from the top of the cupboards. She found a syringe on the cupboard where the glasses were kept. She called the apartment manager who said it might have been from the previous tenet who died from a heroin overdose. After she threw out the needle, her husbands sleepwalking stopped.
Chris Hills 2 years ago
When we first moved into our house, the front doors had a latch and that would be keep sliding down, but never if you stood there and watched it. We knew the house had an entity. I slept on the couch for weeks bc I hurt my back fixing things, and my husband asked me if I tried to sleep on the bed that night. I said, no. He told me that he felt someone get into bed with him. I thought it was odd bc we have a motionless mattress. So, a few weeks went by and my back pain hadn't gone away. I decided to go sleep in my bed anyways and when I started to enter my bedroom, I heard a loud cry out of, Noooooo, coming from my dining room. It scared me so bad that I didn't sleep on the couch for the longest time. Weeks later, we asked the entity to leave with our friends bc they were fascinated by "her". After that we never experienced anything again and the door latch remained untouched... and then stuff started happening at their house- or so they say.
Nikki Sevven 2 years ago
After my mom died, my dad gave me her beautiful, curved glass china closet, which I promptly put in my dining room. It has a simple bar latch that turns into place with a key. Every so often, the door would slowly creak open. Finally, I took a closer look at the latch. It was rather worn, given its age, and made of pretty soft brass. I chanced to place the china closet adjacent to a high traffic area, and the vibrations from our footsteps caused the latch to slowly disengage over time, whereupon the door would open. While I knew there had to be a rational explanation, it was still disconcerting when it happened.
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T. D. Bostick 2 years ago
These stories are interesting and all, but what's preventing people from simply making all of this up?
Nikki Sevven 2 years ago
Nothing, I suppose. I don't believe in the paranormal, yet I've had several experiences I couldn't explain. There's no rule that we must understand everything we experience either.
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Random Panda 2 years ago
My creepiest experiences are always from my dreams, I have really nasty nightmares sometimes. The worst one was so bad I forgot it immediately upon waking up, but the feeling of terrible dread and fear lingered for hours. Another one that scared me quite a bit happened the first time I had to sleep alone in the apartment my boyfriend and i were renting. He was in the hospital, so I was very much on edge. I dreamt shadowy figures were walking around the apartment all night. They didn't go away until, in my dream, I got up and removed some kind of bloody seal off the wall in he bathroom. I woke up right after that and when I fell asleep again I didn't dream anything else. But the dream freaked me out so much I stayed with my parents the rest of the week.
Rebecca Broscombe-Adams 2 years ago
Why do you always have to cut the list to 30 entries? I saved this for later to read with more time & now most of it is gone.
juice 2 years ago
on the desktop website, you can scroll to the bottom of the list (there is an orange link that lets you view the full list)
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Ann Deluty 2 years ago
Quantum theory states that knowledge is never lost. Our quantum particles give up that knowledge to the universal computer but the are still residual imprints left in the physical realm. Like an afterimage.
HarriMissesScotland 2 years ago
I have had many ghostly things, including the ghost that resides with me now. But this is my favorite. My husband and I were staying in a Scottish castle with ties to Mary, Queen of Scots. I was told by the owner of the castle about a dangerous female ghost. I should have no problems, but she hated men. Long story, but she had every right to hate them. As I was dressing for dinner my husband got a glass of Scotch and went to her bedroom. He just laughed when I warned him not to go. Less than 5 minutes later he came flying into the room, white as a sheet. He sat in her chair and said he felt as though he was being choked. He didn't sleep much. As we were standing on the train platform, he was shoved and broke his ankle. I told him he should have apologized for disturbing her, but he didn't.
Elisa Adams 1 year ago
When I was 8 I woke up on the middle of the night thirsty, walked into the kitchen to get a cup and then I woke up. I was laying on the kitchen floor and there was a bunch of puke in the sink and I was not thirsty any more. The weirdest part is how I was not concerned at all. I just went back to sleep. I was so unconcerned that I didn't tell anyone for like a year. The story just floated around in the back of my mind. When I did tell my mom she freaked out. Lol
Lucky2BAlive 2 years ago
A spam caller with a spoof caller number which just so happened to be my number. Great now they are inside the house!
Marnie 2 years ago
The only weird thing that ever happened to me directly was that I dreamed that Johnny Cash died the night he died. I didn't have a TV or radio in my room. Nobody was up talking about it for me to hear something in my sleep. I dreamed he died at home with his wife. I dreamed his house was like a modern log cabin. I have no idea if the latter two things are true. I never listened to his music. Had barely given him any thought to that point.
Amy Broderick 2 years ago
Abou a year ago I was standing in my kitchen making chicken, broccoli, ziti. Just as I added the broccoli to the dish the mounted microwave above the stove dinged and the door opened (it has a push button opener and I didn't touch it). I was alone in the house and just responded out loud to my step-father (who passed the year before) "Well, you don't have to eat it then!" He hated broccoli.
Jasmine Hufflepuff Henderson 2 years ago
I had a rather large collection of porcelain dolls that were handed down to me from a a family friend. They would move which freaked me out, but I got used to it. It started when I was in third grade up until I got rid of a lot of them a few years ago. The experience got worse as I always felt I was being watched and I wasn't supposed to be in my own room. The final straw was when I was getting ready for bed and I felt something breathe down my neck, there was no air blowing, since the air was off. I called my dad's girlfriend who was a medium to come and she asked me if there was a doll in my closet. I never told her about this particular doll, but I had a porcelain baby doll that had no eyes. She told me that was the doll. I got rid of it as well as others. I still think about it and I stilll look at my bookcases just to make sure the remaining ones haven't moved. I'm switching rooms and the dolls are staying in my current room.
Jamie Solt 2 years ago
I think this post is cursed .... I sh*t you not, I was reading the stories was at number 29 but went to make some food..... So I took a screenshot of the number I was on, and at that point the screenshot said "show 69 more " for more stories..... So I come back to the article after eating, I read story 29 and 30.... And then it's done. .. so I'm like what the heck .. and at the top of the article it even says 30 submissions... NO IDEA what is going on with that .....but I have the first screenshot to prove that before I ate, it said different and that there were more stories.... :/ Creepy honestly.... Considering the name of this dang post.....
Rebecca Broscombe-Adams 2 years ago
Yeah, they cut them to 30. It's infuriating. See my post.
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kjorn 2 years ago
When i was a kid, around 7 maybe i was taking a bath and i saw a hand getting out of the water (maybe like in nightmare of elm street). of course i scream a lot and my parent told me it was a dream and was not true, etc... but i'm 46 now and still thinking about that. couldn't be a dream...
Patti Vance 2 years ago
as military family, we were stationed to a new place. parents got a 4 bedroom house-one for them, one for us, guest room & just an empty spare room. that room ended up w/all my stuffed animals arranged around the walls. it was always cold regardless of how high you put the baseboard heater up. in the night we would hear loud pounding footsteps up the hall but we never said anything to each other. then my older bro visited. after a couple of nights there we were having dinner & my bro turns to me & complains that he's tired of me pounding up & down the hallway every night. it wasn't until that moment that we all admitted to hearing it. later found out that the housing in that area was built where the native americans had first been sent when the area was settled.
madbakes 2 years ago
My first night in a new apartment, I turned the ceiling fan/light off by the switch. I woke up in the middle of the night with both on. Something odd happened every time a new person came over. There was a Jesus/religious image taped in each side of the door; I'm not at all religious, but did not take those down.
Mad Mar 2 years ago
I've got a few but this one my cousin and her friend were with me. We three just got done roller skating and had about a mile walk back home. Standing at the bottom of a hill, I said it be great if my dad was taking my (his) grandmother for a drive and would pick us up. I pointed to the hill as I said that and his car just came over the top of the hill and down to where we were. They were stunned I guess but that happens to me lots. I'll know something before it happens or answer someone's question before they ask me something. And yeah, I've seen, been touched, heard, experienced a lot of other-worldly things.
Niall Mac Iomera 2 years ago
What's really scary is that the people who believe this stuff can vote.
KimB 2 years ago
I cannot wrap my head around this one...Did common sense and the ability to read and comprehend data suddenly disappear from the human race? If I read one more ding bat go on about how vaccines cause autism I'm going to hit them in the head with a book maybe knock some brain cells around and spark an intelligent thought! : D
Load More Replies... Legen ( wait for it ) dary 2 years ago
I'm also wondering why I keep reading it, even though I got afraid with the first one already, specially being 03.28 nicht and I have to pee.
Load More Replies... Demi Zwaan 2 years ago
I love all these stories! They're so creative. I don't believe any of them are supernatural, but they are fun to read nonetheless.
Mad Mar 2 years ago
Oh and the strangest but saddest one was as a teen I took a lot of my moms sleeping pills. The kind you get from a pharmacy. I took like 14 and went to the living room to sit on the sofa. I wasn't trying to hurt myself I was just taking the pills thinking I'd get a buzz or something because sleeping pills worked at night. (Stupid me) So I was sitting on the couch then the next thing I knew I was nothing. But apparently my sister poked me or something an I felt sound and light swoosh back and my brain start again. I had od'ed but she hit me hard enough to restart my heart. The other side is just an off switch. No bright light people. Just off.
Who Panda 420 2 years ago
Unfortunately that's all I saw too was darkness
Load More Replies... BORKADYMUSIC 2 years ago
I have sleep paralysis frequently, probably twice or three times a week, I told the tree story up there in the comments, and yeah my luck is just awful lol I’m almost convinced my house is haunted and I’m being watched by some ghost yet I don’t really believe in ghosts and all that jazz. Also whenever I think of something weird, like drinking shampoo or something like that, I just automatically think “dammit Michael”, I have no idea who Michael is. My name isn’t Michael. I don’t know anyone named Michael.
Nikki Sevven 2 years ago
I've suffered from sleep paralysis and its accompanying hypnagogic hallucinations for about a decade now. When life has been kind to me, the disorder stops. When I'm stressed out, I see them. They're always different, and I've never seen the same one twice. They've ranged from completely human to physically impossible, and they've been as far away as the end of my bed and as close as in bed next to me and under the covers. Not only do I see them, I hear and feel them too. None has spoken, but I hear the noises of their movements and feel pressure when they touch me. It's the oddest, most frightening experience. Even though I know they're hallucinations, even when it's happening, the knowledge doesn't reduce my fear.
Load More Replies... Mindghost 2 years ago
About 4 y.o., woke up at night and saw something slightly green, foggy shade at my door. I had to pee, so i went for it and it vanished. As i walked out my room, i saw it in front of my older brothers room and hovering inside slowly. I thought "good it's going into his room" since he always played tricks on me (like siblings do) and went to pee and sleep peacefully after :)
Carol Emory 2 years ago
College friend of mine said that the first apartment she moved into with her boyfriend(now husband) was a townhouse. She said that starting almost immediately, her husband started sleep walking, always waking up in the kitchen in front of the cupboard that held the glasses. He figured he was thirsty and would get some water then go back to sleep. This went on practically every night. Then one day she got up on the counters to clean cobwebs and dust from the top of the cupboards. She found a syringe on the cupboard where the glasses were kept. She called the apartment manager who said it might have been from the previous tenet who died from a heroin overdose. After she threw out the needle, her husbands sleepwalking stopped.
Chris Hills 2 years ago
When we first moved into our house, the front doors had a latch and that would be keep sliding down, but never if you stood there and watched it. We knew the house had an entity. I slept on the couch for weeks bc I hurt my back fixing things, and my husband asked me if I tried to sleep on the bed that night. I said, no. He told me that he felt someone get into bed with him. I thought it was odd bc we have a motionless mattress. So, a few weeks went by and my back pain hadn't gone away. I decided to go sleep in my bed anyways and when I started to enter my bedroom, I heard a loud cry out of, Noooooo, coming from my dining room. It scared me so bad that I didn't sleep on the couch for the longest time. Weeks later, we asked the entity to leave with our friends bc they were fascinated by "her". After that we never experienced anything again and the door latch remained untouched... and then stuff started happening at their house- or so they say.
Nikki Sevven 2 years ago
After my mom died, my dad gave me her beautiful, curved glass china closet, which I promptly put in my dining room. It has a simple bar latch that turns into place with a key. Every so often, the door would slowly creak open. Finally, I took a closer look at the latch. It was rather worn, given its age, and made of pretty soft brass. I chanced to place the china closet adjacent to a high traffic area, and the vibrations from our footsteps caused the latch to slowly disengage over time, whereupon the door would open. While I knew there had to be a rational explanation, it was still disconcerting when it happened.
Load More Replies... T. D. Bostick 2 years ago
These stories are interesting and all, but what's preventing people from simply making all of this up?
Nikki Sevven 2 years ago
Nothing, I suppose. I don't believe in the paranormal, yet I've had several experiences I couldn't explain. There's no rule that we must understand everything we experience either.
Load More Replies... Random Panda 2 years ago
My creepiest experiences are always from my dreams, I have really nasty nightmares sometimes. The worst one was so bad I forgot it immediately upon waking up, but the feeling of terrible dread and fear lingered for hours. Another one that scared me quite a bit happened the first time I had to sleep alone in the apartment my boyfriend and i were renting. He was in the hospital, so I was very much on edge. I dreamt shadowy figures were walking around the apartment all night. They didn't go away until, in my dream, I got up and removed some kind of bloody seal off the wall in he bathroom. I woke up right after that and when I fell asleep again I didn't dream anything else. But the dream freaked me out so much I stayed with my parents the rest of the week.
Rebecca Broscombe-Adams 2 years ago
Why do you always have to cut the list to 30 entries? I saved this for later to read with more time & now most of it is gone.
juice 2 years ago
on the desktop website, you can scroll to the bottom of the list (there is an orange link that lets you view the full list)
Load More Replies... Ann Deluty 2 years ago
Quantum theory states that knowledge is never lost. Our quantum particles give up that knowledge to the universal computer but the are still residual imprints left in the physical realm. Like an afterimage.
HarriMissesScotland 2 years ago
I have had many ghostly things, including the ghost that resides with me now. But this is my favorite. My husband and I were staying in a Scottish castle with ties to Mary, Queen of Scots. I was told by the owner of the castle about a dangerous female ghost. I should have no problems, but she hated men. Long story, but she had every right to hate them. As I was dressing for dinner my husband got a glass of Scotch and went to her bedroom. He just laughed when I warned him not to go. Less than 5 minutes later he came flying into the room, white as a sheet. He sat in her chair and said he felt as though he was being choked. He didn't sleep much. As we were standing on the train platform, he was shoved and broke his ankle. I told him he should have apologized for disturbing her, but he didn't.
Elisa Adams 1 year ago
When I was 8 I woke up on the middle of the night thirsty, walked into the kitchen to get a cup and then I woke up. I was laying on the kitchen floor and there was a bunch of puke in the sink and I was not thirsty any more. The weirdest part is how I was not concerned at all. I just went back to sleep. I was so unconcerned that I didn't tell anyone for like a year. The story just floated around in the back of my mind. When I did tell my mom she freaked out. Lol
Lucky2BAlive 2 years ago
A spam caller with a spoof caller number which just so happened to be my number. Great now they are inside the house!
Marnie 2 years ago
The only weird thing that ever happened to me directly was that I dreamed that Johnny Cash died the night he died. I didn't have a TV or radio in my room. Nobody was up talking about it for me to hear something in my sleep. I dreamed he died at home with his wife. I dreamed his house was like a modern log cabin. I have no idea if the latter two things are true. I never listened to his music. Had barely given him any thought to that point.
Amy Broderick 2 years ago
Abou a year ago I was standing in my kitchen making chicken, broccoli, ziti. Just as I added the broccoli to the dish the mounted microwave above the stove dinged and the door opened (it has a push button opener and I didn't touch it). I was alone in the house and just responded out loud to my step-father (who passed the year before) "Well, you don't have to eat it then!" He hated broccoli.
Jasmine Hufflepuff Henderson 2 years ago
I had a rather large collection of porcelain dolls that were handed down to me from a a family friend. They would move which freaked me out, but I got used to it. It started when I was in third grade up until I got rid of a lot of them a few years ago. The experience got worse as I always felt I was being watched and I wasn't supposed to be in my own room. The final straw was when I was getting ready for bed and I felt something breathe down my neck, there was no air blowing, since the air was off. I called my dad's girlfriend who was a medium to come and she asked me if there was a doll in my closet. I never told her about this particular doll, but I had a porcelain baby doll that had no eyes. She told me that was the doll. I got rid of it as well as others. I still think about it and I stilll look at my bookcases just to make sure the remaining ones haven't moved. I'm switching rooms and the dolls are staying in my current room.
Jamie Solt 2 years ago
I think this post is cursed .... I sh*t you not, I was reading the stories was at number 29 but went to make some food..... So I took a screenshot of the number I was on, and at that point the screenshot said "show 69 more " for more stories..... So I come back to the article after eating, I read story 29 and 30.... And then it's done. .. so I'm like what the heck .. and at the top of the article it even says 30 submissions... NO IDEA what is going on with that .....but I have the first screenshot to prove that before I ate, it said different and that there were more stories.... :/ Creepy honestly.... Considering the name of this dang post.....
Rebecca Broscombe-Adams 2 years ago
Yeah, they cut them to 30. It's infuriating. See my post.
Load More Replies... kjorn 2 years ago
When i was a kid, around 7 maybe i was taking a bath and i saw a hand getting out of the water (maybe like in nightmare of elm street). of course i scream a lot and my parent told me it was a dream and was not true, etc... but i'm 46 now and still thinking about that. couldn't be a dream...
Patti Vance 2 years ago
as military family, we were stationed to a new place. parents got a 4 bedroom house-one for them, one for us, guest room & just an empty spare room. that room ended up w/all my stuffed animals arranged around the walls. it was always cold regardless of how high you put the baseboard heater up. in the night we would hear loud pounding footsteps up the hall but we never said anything to each other. then my older bro visited. after a couple of nights there we were having dinner & my bro turns to me & complains that he's tired of me pounding up & down the hallway every night. it wasn't until that moment that we all admitted to hearing it. later found out that the housing in that area was built where the native americans had first been sent when the area was settled.
madbakes 2 years ago
My first night in a new apartment, I turned the ceiling fan/light off by the switch. I woke up in the middle of the night with both on. Something odd happened every time a new person came over. There was a Jesus/religious image taped in each side of the door; I'm not at all religious, but did not take those down.
Mad Mar 2 years ago
I've got a few but this one my cousin and her friend were with me. We three just got done roller skating and had about a mile walk back home. Standing at the bottom of a hill, I said it be great if my dad was taking my (his) grandmother for a drive and would pick us up. I pointed to the hill as I said that and his car just came over the top of the hill and down to where we were. They were stunned I guess but that happens to me lots. I'll know something before it happens or answer someone's question before they ask me something. And yeah, I've seen, been touched, heard, experienced a lot of other-worldly things.
Niall Mac Iomera 2 years ago
What's really scary is that the people who believe this stuff can vote.
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