As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Vol 27 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: February 2, 2025

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Ciroat, bookine, oh, that also. And profite. Via Rai, the voice that we love that we love. If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as-the-ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. This happened when I was still going to school on campus.

I took night classes, which were from about 6 p.m. to 10 p.m. It was also about a 40-minute drive from my place, and for someone who didn't like highways, it could be a long drive. I was able to find a road that went parallel to the highway, most of the way, but it did add a little time to my trip. For the most part, the drive was fine, though. There was definitely less traffic, and the scene was prettier to look at, but if you were tired enough, the drive home could make a lot. it worse. Those nights, I typically had my music up super loud and listened to some kind of comedy show, or even called my boyfriend to talk to him, in hopes of keeping myself awake and focused on the road. However, on one of those nights, as I was driving home, I heard a pop,

followed by a loud, grinding sound. Of course, my tire blew while driving home, It's around 10 at night, as I mentioned. It was a Friday, and I was just exhausted and ready for my day off. And then this happened, causing me to have a bit of a meltdown. I pulled over on the shoulder and called my boyfriend to let him know what had happened. He asked me if I wanted his help, because he knew that I typically tried to remedy these situations by myself. I always hated the concept that I must not know how to change a tire or other car stuff because I'm a girl, so I appreciated that he always asked instead of assuming.

I told him that I would do it, but I would be home late and told him the closest intersection I was at just in case. I was always careful when I did this stuff, so I laid out my reflective stands that I kept in my car, and I started to put the jack in place to lift it. Once I got it all set up, I went and grabbed the tire iron and started working on it. The best part of this whole experience was that I had just replaced one of my tires because it had a nail in it that was not able to be fixed.

So I could only afford to replace one, and I got a new one and then had them all rotated. The old man at the shop was super sweet, and he offered to do the first. rotation for free since I was purchasing the tire in full. So, of course, this would happen to a different tire. The icing on the cake was that they used a machine to put the lug nuts back on, because they were hard as hell to undo.

Through struggling and some mild cursing, I finally got one off. As I was working on another one, a car was driving by, and it started slowing down. I expected them to check out the show or stop and ask if I needed help, but to my surprise, they just kept on driving by. So I kept trying to work at the lug nuts when I saw the headlights of another car coming from the opposite direction. This time, I watched as they slowed down and turned off onto the shoulder behind me, and out from the driver's side came some guy. I had a feeling that I knew where this was going, so I already had my RBF going on.

He approached and said hi, so I set it back and continued working on my tire. He had that annoying chipper sound to his voice that I cannot stand. I typically got that when a guy was approaching me at the club, when I was with my friends or doing something to my car at a gas station or something like this. on the side of the road. And it honestly pissed me off. I'm sorry, I know that sounds mean, and I don't think that all guys do it for the same reason,

but it's just the vibe that I got. So, when this guy did the same thing, I immediately knew where this conversation was going to go. As he got closer, he said smiling, it looked like you could use some help. I told him my husband. I was fine and that I had done this plenty of times before, hoping that would get him to leave, but my hopes failed. Then he irked me with the next obvious statement of,

well, a pretty lady like you shouldn't have to do something like this by herself. And also asked, where's your man at to help you? So, yes, I was kind of bitchy, and responded with, I don't need something between my legs to change a. attire, thank you. However, he seemed to like the abuse. He laughed and apologized and said that he didn't mean to offend and just wanted to try and help.

So, instead, I thanked him for his offer, but again said that I was fine. He put his hands up into feet and stepped back to lean on my truck. As I struggled again to get them off, he then asked, So you don't have a man then? I stopped and asked him to just leave me alone when he tried to compliment me again and ask me out. So, as a last resort, I told him that I wasn't a single, and even if I had been, he was not my type. But the sky did not back down. He basically then said he didn't believe me and to prove it.

Now at this point, I'm confused. how was I supposed to prove that I had a boyfriend? I again told him I didn't need any of his help and to leave me alone. And his response was to get closer to me and say, Or what, I don't see your boyfriend here to save you? That was the comment that scared me and made me realize that I was on the side of a dark road

in the middle of nowhere. I didn't really know what was around me, and just barely knew the road that I was on, and the intersection that I just passed. Not to mention the reason why I was stopped there. I couldn't drive my car away with a blown tire and it being jacked up. So my intimidation act quickly dropped as he was hovering over me. I was about five, too, and he was probably at least six foot,

as I had to look up to see his face. which I did with my boyfriend and he was six to. So I just told him to please let me be, as I just wanted to change this so I could get home. Giving up, I said if you think you can undo these faster, then feel free to help. So he backed up and laughed a little and said, Why should I help you after the way you've treated me?

I again apologized and told him that I was just frustrated and wanted to go home and said that he didn't have to. Then he said I should make it up to him somehow. The look on his face said it all, and I just felt sick to my stomach. I again apologized and started stepping back to my driver door. The bad tire was the back driver's side, so I was already pretty close. He noticed that I was doing this and started toward me as well, so I quickly turned to open my door.

He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me backwards, and all I could do was kick and flail and scream. As you might expect, he went to cover my mouth, and I bit down as hard as I could on his finger. He yelled something, calling me names, but as that hand was flailing, I was able to struggle out of his grasps and ran to my car. I got in and tried shutting the door, but he ran up to it, trying to keep me from shutting it, I managed to slam his hand in the door. He pulled back screaming again, and I quickly locked the doors, and tried grabbing my phone to call someone. I noticed I had a missing call from my boyfriend,

but being all over the place at the time, I just called 911 first. While I was on the phone, I saw the guy standing there, looking at me, but then he walked back to his car. Again, I was scared because my car was on a jack, and there was no way that I could leave. While on the phone, I saw another car driving up, but I had a feeling it wasn't an officer because it was too fast,

and it didn't look like one of their cars. At this point, I became nervous because I could see the light of the guy's car behind me, and now I have a car approaching and pulling over in front of me. Then I recognized the car. It was my boyfriend. I told the operator that he had showed up and wanted to call him to tell him to knock it out of his car, fearing this guy might attack him, but before I could even do anything, he was already getting out and coming over to my side.

I started rolling my window down. I was never thankful for manual windows before then, and before I could even start explaining what had happened, the guy behind me burned out, getting as close as he could to my car. As he drove away, explained this to the operator and got out of my car. I hugged my boyfriend as I tried explaining to him through tears what had happened when an officer showed up as well. I went over everything, but since it was dark and he took off so fast,

I couldn't get a plate number, and I could barely tell what kind of car it was other than it was a dark color. The officer stayed with us as my boyfriend helped check. change the tire. Since the car went in the direction we needed to go, he followed us for a good distance until we were back in the city, or at least on a main road. We got home with no incidents after that, and we talked about it a bit more. My boyfriend told me that after he got off the phone with me, he felt uneasy, so after a while, he texted me to check in, and when I didn't respond, he tried calling.

Again, when I didn't answer, he decided to go and find me based on the information that I had given him. I've never been happier that he made that choice, and from then on, if he did something like that, I never thought twice about it. I bucked up and started taking the main highway from then, and also changed to online classes where I could. That was easily the most terrifying thing to ever happen to me. I never ran into this guy again. And I hope I never do.

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and it's a 90-degree angle, no vents. One night, about two months ago, my boyfriend is standing at the

end of the bed looking towards the door, which is in a little hallway. so I couldn't see it from the bed. He was weirded out, because there was a strong draft coming from under the door,

but that's impossible, based on how the staircase is. Then I see him and my cats turn towards the door and react at the same time, looking shocked. And I hear the door creaking open and then slam shut. There was nobody there. Then there was the sound of loud stomping running up and down the stairs, up and down, up and down for a good five minutes. There was nobody in the house.

And every couple of nights for about a week or two, this running and banging up and down the stairs happened. It happened so much to the point where we almost got used to it and would try to drown it out. Then it stopped just as suddenly as it's. started. There were a few weird little occurrences, doors opening by themselves, small noises, etc., but nothing crazy. Our back door has a storm door that has a dog door on it, and then there is the actual back door that is solid. The back door leads into a sunroom that is open to our backyard. We leave the door open so the dogs can go in and out of the storm door, and then around seven-ish at night,

we call everyone inside and close the door for the night. Information that's very important for this next encounter is that my Shizu, oatmeal, hates going outside, and will only go if we are with him. If I put him outside by himself, he claws and barks at the door, and squeezes himself between the storm door and the back door. About a month ago, after calling everyone in, I was watching a movie downstairs, and my boyfriend was upstairs playing video games.

About an hour or so into the movie, I hear scratching at the back door. I think it must be one of our cats because it's hard to get them inside from the sunroom. I go to let them in, and it isn't a cat. It's my Shizu, oatmeal. I pick him up and love on him and tell him I'm sorry that we locked him out. He growls at me and runs off. Oatmeal's kind of rude, so I don't think anything of it. About 30 minutes later, my boyfriend comes downstairs,

and I tell him that he locked oatmeal outside when he called all the dogs in. He insists that oatmeal's been upstairs with him this whole time in his lap, making it hard to play games. We have a kind of half-joking but mostly serious argument because we both insisted on seeing oatmeal in two different places at once. I shrug it off and think my boyfriend just didn't want to admit that he locked oatmeal out. No biggie. About two weeks ago, I wake up for work and take oatmeal downstairs with me,

and I close the bedroom behind me, so Odie doesn't run back upstairs and bother my boyfriend while he's sleeping. I do this pretty much every day. I go to work, come home, and my boyfriend is telling me how Odie got in trouble the night before, after I fell asleep, and said that he locked him downstairs as punishment. I'm laughing, because, again, my talk is rude, and I ask him when he decided to soften up and let Odie back into the bedroom. And he very seriously insists that he didn't. I tell him that Odie was sleeping by my feet that morning, and then I took him downstairs with me.

We have another argument both insisting that he was in two different places. About a week ago, we were watching TV. Odie is sleeping by my feet as always. It gets late, so we turn everything off and are just laying there watching videos in our phones until we get sleepy. I feel something climb up in between us and circle a few times before settling in against my back. I can feel my boyfriend petting it. I thought it was a little weird because I could still feel Odie on my feet, and my cat usually lays on top of me.

He insists on being on top of me, and he'll climb back up if I push him off. But I just assume it's my cat anyways, because why would it be anything else? About five minutes later, I hear oatmeal's growl come from in between me and him, and my boyfriend hurries to turn on the light as something runs off the bed.

Oatmeal is sleeping soundly by my feet, and my cat is sleeping in a chair across the room. My boyfriend throws himself out of the bed and starts searching the entire room in a panic, going through the bathroom cabinets, the dirty laundry, under the bed. He literally had a gun and a flashlight and's hunting in the room panicked. He said that he was petting what he thought was Oatmeal, but when he got to his head, it was completely hairless, and it growled and tried to bite him and then ran off. We were up for hours before finally falling asleep with the lights on. At this point, I'm convinced it's not a ghost problem,

but some sort of Skinwalker or Doppelganger monster plaguing the house. Over the next few days, we heard some strange noises and little things, but nothing huge. We talked to some people, and decided to try to cleanse the house. So we were going to the metaphysical store to get supplies. As we're getting ourselves together, I hear three knocks come from the top of the stairs. I ask my boyfriend if he heard them,

and then there is another three knocks. This time louder and more separated, more deliberate. Knock, knock, knock. We leave the house. When we get back, we decided to leave this stuff in the car until we are prepared enough to do it because we didn't want to make whatever this thing is angry. But I did bring in a worry stone that I got.

I used to have one from when I went to Ireland that I'd carry in my pocket, but I lost it. I put the worry stone in my nightstand, and we spent that evening downstairs. All the animals were downstairs with them. us and the bedroom door was shut. A few hours later, I go upstairs to shower, and I noticed something sitting in my cat's water fountain. And it's my worry stone. My stomach freaking dropped.

So then, the next night, we're at dinner with my boyfriend's mom, and she's telling me all about this weird stuff in the house that I didn't know about. including a mailbox in the wall in the downstairs closet. She says she assumed they used it to hide money, which I think is odd, but I decided to entertain that possibility, until I actually went home and saw the mailbox. It's a tiny, bright red mailbox that cut a hole and anchored it into the closet.

The back space of the mailbox is gone, and it opens into a crawl space between the wall and the back of the front. fireplace. There is a string in the mailbox that lowers into the cavity. Why would someone hide money there? It's so obvious. Even if they were, why the string? Once you found the mailbox, you found the string. If the money falls out of the string, you have to cut the wall open to retrieve it. I made them cut a hole at the bottom of the wall, but we didn't find anything back there. Whatever they were lowering into the wall is long gone. That mailbox, though, gives me the hebi-jeebies, but I decided to leave it alone.

The next day, I'm at work, and I'm telling my co-worker about the strange tiny mailbox, and a pair of my grooming shears is thrown onto the floor for my shearholder in front of both of us. We caught it on the security camera. My co-worker was so freaked out, that she had to have the manager go review the footage. I did close a drawer before the shears fell, but I've tried to recreate it and couldn't. They're soft-closed drawers.

I tried physically shaking the station, and even like body-slamming it, trying to make my shears fall, and I couldn't. At the exact same time this is happening, my boyfriend calls me from the home and tells me that everything is okay, but that something tried to catch the house on fire. He'd been burning his mom's old tax documents for her for the past few days. It was about ten years of paperwork, and it's hot here in Texas, so he split it up.

He'd been burning the last batch. He went upstairs to grab something, and came down, and something had closed the flu, and the house was filling with smoke. He had to extinguish the fire, which was very, reaching out of the fireplace and evacuate the animals and air out the house. It's been like three days and it still smells a little smoky in here. Again, little occurrences happen of weird noises, doors opening and closing, hearing walking upstairs or on the stairs.

Keep in mind, we've been sleeping with the lights on, and I refuse to be in the house alone. Last night, around 2 a.m., we are both awake and decided to be. to go downstairs and grab a snack. Also let the dogs out. My boyfriend is outside with the dogs, and I hear clear as day, loud, thumping footsteps in our room upstairs. I go outside, and then we both come back in,

we're on the couch, and the light in our dining room is flickering, and I asked him if he noticed, and he tells me that it started flickering when I got home. He tells me that it started flickering when I got home. tells me that's how I knew that I was home, and he met me down at my car earlier that day. He said it hadn't flickered all day until I got home. And now that we were talking about it, the flickering got worse.

On and off, on and off, on and off, we decided to turn the lights off and go back upstairs. Then, upstairs in our bathroom, the light bulb in our wax melter bursts mysteriously. He goes downstairs to the laundry room, and our laundry room light all of a sudden won't turn on, when it was just on less than 30 minutes ago. He comes back upstairs, we lock our bedroom door and try our best to go to bed. This morning, all the lights are working fine, until I'm out in my craft shed where the electricity starts going on and off, on and off randomly. Everything all at once, like the breaker is being switched back in.

forth, and then it just stops. After a few days of flickering and strange noises and doors opening and closing, we cleansed and salted the property. Here's to hoping this is the end of it. It would be nice to be able to sleep with the lights off again. Hey, Raven. Your viewers seemed to like hearing about my night walks and sleepwalking experience, so I thought I would share something a little more recent.

I posted some of this to Reddit a while back, but I figured that you and your viewers would like to hear it as well. My boyfriend and I moved into this apartment six years ago, and it's probably the strangest place that I've ever lived, even including the incidents in my childhood, which I'll submit at another date. It's also a block away from a really famous cemetery. In the first year that we lived here, we had this, shadow, about cat-sized, that would dart back and forth between our room in the spare bedroom. The doors of those two rooms face each other, and the bathroom door is between those two doors, if anyone wants to know. So, we would just see this tiny shadow figure dashed past the

lit bathroom multiple times a day or night. Then, one day I was getting ready to store some stuff in the spare bedroom, I turned on the light and was shocked to see a young man laying on the bed. We made eye contact, and he just vanished, like blinked out of existence, vanished. After that, the shadow never came back. The second year had quite a few events, which I can only attribute to ghosts or shadow people. For instance, I walked into our room and saw the shadow of of a person crossed the wall like they walked past our bedroom window. Except, our apartment is on the second floor, with nothing but dead air outside our window. No one could have been walking there.

That summer, my boyfriend went out of town, so I decided to shampoo the carpets and had moved all the furniture into the kitchen, with the only lamp in the apartment all the way in the back, and not plugged in, of course, because it wouldn't need to be used. And I would have to climb over everything to get to it anyways. I had some snacks in the bedroom in case I got hungry. I didn't finish the carpet cleaning until about 1 a.m. Thankfully, I texted the neighbors about it and had permission to take as long as I needed. Exhausted, I took a shower, shut off all the lights, and climbed into bed.

I woke up at 8 a.m. to my bedside lamp. It's one of those desk lamps with the arm and all, inches from my face, and pointed directly at me. This was before we replaced all the bulbs with LEDs, so not only was it bright, but it was extremely hot. I moved it out of the way and got up to find that every single light in the house was on. Even the lamp that I couldn't reach had been plugged in and turned on. I shut off the lights that I could reach and then went to my sisters for a couple of days. When I came back, the lamp was off, but still mysteriously plugged in the same socket as the fridge. I moved the furniture back and things seemed normal for a while.

That winter, though, my boyfriend and I were woken up by a flashing light. We got out of bed to investigate and found that my bicycle light was turning itself on and off in the spare bedroom. Thinking it was malfunctioning, I took the batteries out and put it back on the bicycle. We got back in bed and the spare room started flashing again. This time it was the room light, and the bicycle light that didn't even have a battery. Annoyed, I said, knock it off. Got out of bed and took the bulbs out of both, and then shoved them in a drawer. The next day, I put the bulbs back in, but the bicycle light wouldn't even turn on.

The button wouldn't even click, so I just threw it away. The third and fourth year kind of blend together. We had some neighbors who were really loud and always negative. It seemed to attract things to our apartment. We would have nightmares most nights, and wake up hearing something inhuman cackling about it. My boyfriend and I agree that this was some form of dream demon. I woke up one morning to voices in the room, sat up and realized it was a green ring of lights in the closet, speaking.

And my boyfriend was saying the exact same thing that it was at the exact same time. I don't remember everything they said, but I do remember that it rhymed. The bit that I do remember is, We the spirits of Earth and Sky, come to this world to die. Then, the last event that year was... Once again, while my boyfriend was out of town. I woke up feeling like I wasn't alone in the room, so I sat up and looked around.

I saw a hand coming out from under the sheets and resting on my pillow in between me and the wall. I sleep on the wall's side of the bed. I grabbed the hand, instinctually, I guess, and I watched the blankets move like something slithered down them and under the bed. The hand van. and I heard a voice say,

huh? In a what the hell kind of tone. Having had enough, I pulled the blankets over my head, ignored the rustling sounds coming from under the bed, and just went back to sleep. Nothing happened the fifth year that we lived here, but this year we had my nephew staying in the spare room

for a couple of months. When he moved out, he left the room an absolute mess. and my boyfriend and I spent a few hours cleaning it and had to throw away most of the bedding. We also keep the litter boxes in that room, so my boyfriend cleaned them. We use these bags for the waste that are big enough for a small trash can, but are as sturdy as those black yard bags people use for leaves in the fall.

Both litter boxes fill one of those pretty much all the way. My boyfriend set the bag down next to the front door, went to get the trash from under the kitchen sink to take them both out at the same time, and when he got to the door, the litter bag was gone. He asked me if I moved it. I hadn't. We spent an hour looking for it, thinking maybe we'd misremembered. I don't know if that was the ghost helping us out, or if it was a glitch, but that bag of waste has not reappeared.

And for those who might think that he took it out in first, forgot, our dumpster is half a block away, and my boyfriend was only out of my sight for less than a minute. Not enough time for him to have taken it out. And I checked the front step to see if he'd put it there as well. So, yeah, this apartment is really strange. If anything else happens, I'll be sure to let you all know. I'm a long-time listener and first-time submitter.

Let me first say that I have witnessed more than a few paranormal experiences in my 62 years on this earth. But this particular incident is a head scratcher, as I was not physically present when it occurred. My wife and I own two horses who were once abandoned by their previous owners. For the last 10-plus years, we've spent considerable time getting them happy and healthy. I'm a retired law enforcement officer, and my wife is cursory. currently working. As such, I spend almost every day at the barn where our horses, Romeo and Susie, presently bored. Even though the barn provides a stall cleaner whom I will call Jay, I choose to clean my horse's stalls. It's good old-fashioned work that feeds the soul. I did miss a day

last week, so Jay cleaned the stalls for me. When I arrived at the barn the following day, I was greeted by Jay who proceeded to tell me about his lucky poker hand that netted $490. In the middle of his tail, he stopped and shockingly stared at me. Jay proceeded to tell me the following story. Jay said he was cleaning Susie's stall when he heard Romeo, who was in the adjacent stall, start to stir. Next, Jay said that he heard my loud, distinct whistle from close proximity to where he was cleaning.

Simultaneously, Romeo excitedly cried out for me. The only problem was that I wasn't there, and neither was anyone else in the barn. Jay was puzzled. There was no way that someone could have whistled that loud from such a close area, and then exit the barn in such a quick fashion. Jay canvassed the area directly in and around the barn, without seeing anyone, nor were there any cars in the dirt parking lot some 50 yards away. When I go to the barn, it is rare that anyone but Jay is there.

Most people ride late afternoon after work, and when I offered possible explanations, Jay waved me off with, If Romeo didn't cry, maybe I could say that I imagined it. But nobody but you has that whistle, and only Romeo responds to it. It was a human whistle, not a whistle coming from a pipe or a machine. I looked and looked, but I didn't find it. find anything. I should note that Jay is a very spiritual and practical person, not prone to messing with people or exaggeration. We do have peacocks around the area who are quite noisy,

but when I offered that as a possibility, Jay just shook his head and said, No, they don't sound like your whistle. I didn't think much about it until later that evening. Could it be some form of audio energy being released at my usual arrival time, because I whistle every time I approach Romeo's stall? I just don't know, but what I've learned during my lifetime is that there are things that just cannot be explained. They're so-called horse whisperers. Maybe there are horse whistlers as well.

I would love to hear if anyone else has experienced a mysterious whistling. This one was a bit unnerving, but not really terrifying. We've had weird experiences in our house for many years. In fact, I've smudged the house twice since the activity began. It worked, but eventually it would always start back up, but be different. I attribute this to the fact that I'm a home improvement contractor and have strange experiences in people's homes all the time. Anyway, the other day I was down in my basement switching out,

laundry. My washer and dryer are at the very bottom of the stairs near my boiler and hot water heater. I put a load of clothes in the dryer, started it, and went back upstairs. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a loud metallic bang, as if something heavy fell and hit the dryer. I went back down thinking I had knocked something over when I left, but could find nothing out of place. I looked around for a minute or two and finding nothing, I blew it off and went back upstairs. When I reached the top of the stairs, I was about to open the door and walk into my kitchen when I heard it again, the loud, metallic bang. The exact same sound that I'd heard earlier. Now I'm starting to freak out a little. I thought maybe I put something in the dryer that could

cause the noise, so I went back down, opened up the dryer, and looked through the clothes. but found nothing. I restarted the dryer and waited a good four to five minutes looking around for something that could have caused the noise, and I found nothing. The noise did not happen after I restarted the dryer. Now, I'm thinking it could be a spirit messing with me. We had our house read last year, and the sensitive told us that we had two spirits that resided in our basement. One was an old man who hung out over by my little workshop on the opposite end of the basement, and the other was a little boy who resided in the area near the washer and dryer,

where we store all of our clothes. Thinking the boy was playing games with me, I spoke out loud to the empty room and basically said that I was okay with sharing the house with spirits, as long as they meant no harm to me or my family, and that if they meant to scare or terrorize anyone, that they were not welcome and would have to leave. I turned around and went back upstairs, and the noise hasn't happened again. Was it a ghost? I have no idea.

But it stopped when I asked it to, and I still have yet to find something that could have caused that banging noise. I'm a driver for one of those rideshare app services. I got a practically brand new car a year ago, and I thought it would be an easy way to make some extra money. And so far it has. Most of my passengers have been great, but I've had a few that were just unpleasant. I do have a day job, so I usually do this in the evenings or at night.

And sometimes during the day on my day, off. This particular event took place on a Friday night. I had just dropped someone off and was debating on taking one more, but since it was already pretty late, I instead decided to grab something to eat and head home. I went to a nearby drive-thru, and as I indulged in my fries driving home, I noticed a woman walking down the street, nor more so stumbling. She was pretty obviously intoxicated. She was wearing a dress and carrying heels into small clutch. Being a woman myself, something made me think that I should stop for her.

She could just be making her way home, but there was something inside of me telling me that something was wrong. And I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I heard something on the news about this. So I did a U-turn. slowed down on the side of the road and rolled down my window. I greeted her, and she jumped, as I'd rolled up behind her, startling her, I'm sure. I asked her if she was okay or if she needed a ride. She leaned down and looked into my car, but not in a casing it out kind of way.

She seemed suspicious of me, and I really couldn't blame her. How often does a person offer a ride to see her? someone walking down the road like that. I tried to assure her that I was alone, and that I actually worked for the ride-share company, but I just wanted to make sure that she was okay. She said she'd used the same company in the past, but that she had lost her phone.

That's why she didn't use it that night. She definitely seemed like she may have been having a rough night, so I again offered her a ride. no cost and no catch and even asked her if she needed to use my phone to call someone to let them know that she was safe I thought that this would also make her feel more at ease since you know cell phones and calls can be traced

she declines to make the call but said that she would love a ride and quickly hopped into the back thanking me I watched as she buckled in looking back down the way that she came and let out what I would say was the biggest sigh of relief. I asked her where I could take her, and she gave me an address that was around 20-plus minutes from where we were. I looked it up when I got home, and that would have been almost two hours by foot. I shockingly asked her, were you really planning on walking that far

girl? She let out a small laugh and said that that was the only option she really had, but was worried that she wouldn't make the whole trip. I laughed as well and made a comment. about how that was definitely further than I was willing to walk, especially in this awful heat. To which she gave a weaker laugh and said, Yeah, this heat is definitely one problem, right? I caught on to what she said, and her inflection told me that there was something else going on. I asked her if she was okay, but she confirmed that she was just tired, so I left it alone.

I didn't know her so I didn't feel it was right for me to pry. I drove in silence for a bit, but it was awkward, so I asked her if she wanted some of my fries. We both laughed, and she took a handful and said thank you. I was probably about halfway to where she asked me to take her, when she suddenly asked, Actually, could you take me somewhere else first? When we get to my place, I can run in and grab you some cash that I'm just. I keep it home. She wanted to stop and get something to eat too.

And I wasn't really worried about it because I just felt better about getting her home safe. So we stopped and got her something and she asked if I'd be willing to just eat somewhere with her. At first, I will say that I thought it was unusual that someone would want to eat in a car with a stranger, but, again, I've definitely had weirder passengers. So I agreed. I stopped at a nearby park, and we ate there and talked. That's when she told me her name, and I shared mine. She talked about a park that she remembered going to a lot with her dad when she was a kid,

and mentioned how much that she missed it. She even told me about how much her work takes out of her, so she couldn't often do things for fun. That's when she talked vaguely about how she ended up in the situation she was in that night. She said that she went out for a change, but everything quickly spiraled out of control and her ride abandoned her, and then she lost her phone. With the way she was dressed, I assumed that she may have gone to a club or something. Maybe there was a fight that her ride was involved in and so forth.

I apologize that she had to deal with all of that and tried to be optimistic about it to cheer her up. It actually seemed to work, as she perked up some, and our conversation became lighthearted again. Once we both finished eating, we left the park and made our way to her destination. I remember us talking and laughing and honestly just enjoying the company of a complete stranger, up until I pulled up to her house. I asked her if she wanted me to pull into the driveway, as some people prefer I stop on the side of the road. When she didn't answer immediately, I looked back at her and saw her staring out the window towards the house. I could see her eyes darting around as well as her head, as if she was looking for something.

I asked her if she was okay, and she quickly responded by asking, Does it look like someone is standing on my porch? I strained my eyes to look, but it was a distance. and it was dark, so I couldn't really see anyone. I told her that I couldn't see anyone and asked if she saw someone or if someone was waiting for her, but she didn't respond. I told her that I could wait until she went inside to leave or take her somewhere else if she would feel safer, but she just quietly sat there, staring out the window.

I called her by her name, and when she finally answered, she said she would be okay. She smiled and thanked me for everything that night and opened the door. I still waited to make sure everything was okay, but she only got maybe three feet in front of my car when I saw a person step out of the shadows of her fencing. I saw her stop in her tracks for a split second, and then she ran back to my car hysterically. Please don't leave me here. Please, just take me somewhere else. I swear I will pay you.

The urgency and terror in her voice told me all that I needed to know. I burned out of there before she could even buckle up. I asked her who that person was, and she told me that it was her psycho ex-boyfriend. She then broke down crying and telling me about the horrible things he did and how he was the reason she ended up where she was. She had left him. He followed her to the club that she went to, taking her phone. She got kicked out since she was, quote-unquote, part of the problem, and had no other way home.

She never had a ride to begin with. She had used the same ride share to get there, and she actually thought that he may have been involved with me, which is why she was hesitant to get in. When she finally trusted me, she felt relieved because she didn't know if he would try to snatch her from the street and do God-nose-what. I was both horrified for her, and also relieved that I did stop as the other scenarios swirled in my head. She was visibly shaken up, so I thought I would just drive until she gave me some idea on where to go. Regretfully, I was so involved in her story and watching to make sure that she was okay, that I didn't realize the car that was behind me until we stopped at a light.

They were so close to me that I couldn't even see their headlights. I paid attention to the car from that moment on and realized they were still following close and making every turn that I did. Then they turned on their brights, causing both of us to look back. I don't know how she could tell or if maybe she just knew, but once again she became hysterical, screaming that it was him behind us. I was now terrified myself.

I knew at that moment what kind of person he was, but I didn't know what he was willing to do in front of a complete stranger. All I could process was to keep driving. Do not stop and stay where there could be potential others around to witness whatever he attempted. Apparently he had other intentions because, as I slowed down at another stoplight, I was going to turn without a signal, but he was not slowing down. I embraced myself for him to hit me, but he managed to hit his brakes enough, causing them to squeal, and he stopped before smacking into me.

But then he slowly inched his way to my bumper until he was pushing my car into the intersection. We were going to need help to get out of this, and there was only one place that I could think of that would have the right people to potentially help. I grabbed my phone and called 911 as I made my way to a nearby hospital. I told the operator that I was being followed and that the driver was now hitting my car. I told them where I was headed, and they said they would contact the officer that was on duty there. I knew they had police officers at this location. I pulled up to the entrance that the operator told me to get to, and thankfully I saw the officer at the door.

I guess the guy didn't see him because he barely parked his car before he was at my window smacking it and telling me to get out. The girl with me was terrified, crying and screaming at this guy to leave her alone. The guy continued slamming my window and the officer was also approaching, yelling at the man and holding a taser. I was frozen in fear praying that my window would not give out. After several shouts filled with warnings from the officer, he hit him with the taser, and the guy fell to the ground. By the time he was restrained, another cop showed up and told us that we could safely get out. From there, the cops asked us what all was going on, what all had happened, and we obliged, explaining everything. That's when the girl went into more detail about that night, what all he did, and how she had ended up with a complete.

stranger. It was obvious that this was not a one-off situation either, which was all the more terrifying. After all was said and done, the cops said that they would take her to a safe place. I told her that I was not worried about getting paid, and she hugged me, thanking me for being so kind. They also got his information from her, as I was still paying for my car, so I definitely had to report the damage. Of course, I was still a bit nosy about the situation, and also wanted to make sure that he got charged with things, so I looked him up. That added to my nightmares. This guy was arrested and charged with battery, B&E, destruction of private property, I assume he must have done some damage at her place, and conspiracy to kidnap.

They had found zip ties, duct tape, and trash bags in his car. The thought of this horrified me. The thought that he obviously had these things and was waiting for her in the dark makes me sick to my stomach. If I hadn't picked her up that night or just left her at her house to think of what could have happened, and then I wonder if he would have tried to do something to me too, if he would have caught us somewhere with fewer people.

My friends always try to get me to think about the better side of that, that, and keep in mind that I did the right thing, and that's all that matters. But, sometimes, I still catch myself looking over my shoulder to make sure that I'm not being followed. I don't know if this will be popular, or if anyone will see it. This is the first time that I'm sharing this with the world, let alone really anybody other than my immediate family. I thought it would be fun to hop on here and share it. a story for fun that will always be an interesting topic. When I was 10 to 12, give or take, I lived in a house near Illinois, not giving away the whereabouts.

This house was a normal mid-90s household that was built in the 90s. What happened to my family was around three or four years ago. Anywho, this house was a normal household, and we had lived in it up to that point. for a good five years. Nothing happened, and we were fine. Everything was fine up until the point that we put our house on the market. I was a little girl and was always upstairs doing my own thing. One night, about a couple of days with our house being on the market,

my mother went to take the dog out late at night, probably like midnight. And as soon as she entered the garage alone with the dog, a slow scratching noise would start going up and down on a styrofoam box that we had on the garage counter. My mom went to look on the other side of the box, expecting an animal to be causing this sound. To her surprise, nothing was there, and the box was left untouched, at least by anything living. The slow scratching eventually turned into a fast, inhuman scratch. Thinking nothing of it, she continued on with her nose. night and went to bed.

I wish I could say that that was the last thing that happened, but, unfortunately, it wasn't. A lot of this happened to my mom, as the next thing that happened was when she was relaxing and taking a bubble bath. I can't remember if this was during the day or night, but I'm going to say that it was at night. Our bathroom had two doors to enter, one from the hallway and one from the master bedroom. My mom had these both open, or at least had the hallway entrance closed. However, one door open was enough for her to see a shadow figure.

She describes it as a figure running across the entrance, also to mention that nobody was home with her. And she doesn't believe it was anything, just maybe it was her imagination. Meanwhile, I was around ten years old, old enough to be home alone, and when I was, was home alone, the house would be dead silent. Just me and whatever else was there. I would hear footsteps as clear as day upstairs, walking. I don't know if it could have been the house settling in, but there was something there with me, walking right above me. Not only have I experienced this, but this has also happened to my mother as well. The night that changed our lives was the night that my sister found out.

My sister did her own thing usually, so I don't think she really knew much of what was happening. One night, my sister came up to my mom and had explained to her that, at night, she would see figures and would be able to speak to them. This creeped me out, because at the time, we would share a room, and I guess that I would have had to have been sleeping.

I'm still not sure if she's a medium or not, but I guess I would assume that she is. I forget what the spirits may have said to her or what she would have said to them, but I know that she had that ability. Flashback to when I was eight years old, mind you, this was before anything had happened. I was going upstairs from the living room, and on around like the third or second step, I was pulled down off the stairs by my shoulders. I don't know if it could have just been me falling backwards off the stairs, but if I'm remembering correctly, I remember there being this weird force.

Like, I could feel something grabbing me. Anyways, after everything that happened, my mother was sleeping like every other night. However, on this specific night, she was woken up in the darkness by an unfamiliar voice, saying, hey. She turned on the lampshade and nobody was there. And my dad had always been a heavy sleeper, so it couldn't have been him. When we were selling our house, we obviously had to leave so the people who were interested in buying could go and view the house. After a viewing, we went back and as soon as we were going upstairs, my sister's school picture was on the floor, and only hers had been knocked off.

We speculate that it could have been the people, accidentally knocking it off, but the photo was secure, and the people who had viewed it didn't knock it off the wall, quoted from the realtor that had been there. After we had thankfully sold the house and moved out, my mother had mentioned to the realtor all of our paranormal activity that we had been experiencing. And to our shock, the realtor who had lived in the same house prior to us had mentioned, similar experiences, as well as haunted furniture that she had brought into the house years and years back, that had generations of potential spirits attached to them. I hope this was entertaining, and I'm very blessed to be in a new house, and I hope to never experience that again. I guess moral of the story, don't buy potentially haunted furniture.

Also, I watch Sam and Colby all the time, so I... I mean, maybe they should do an investigation there sometime. And to add an update. I was in my sister's apartment the other day, and was looking at an old photograph of her and her boyfriend smiling in front of our old house. After looking closely at the photo, trying to see if I could find anything possibly in the windows behind them,

I saw a very distorted and demonic face looking back at them. I took a picture of it and have it on my phone, but I'm not sure how to put it on the post. After finding this in the picture, it scared me so much that I could barely go upstairs by myself at night. Okay, so this all started when I moved to my apartment a few years ago. And just so everyone knows, I have a cat and a dog. But I got my cat in 2020, and I moved into the apartment in 2019.

So, first, when I moved. moved in, nothing really happened. Other than hearing meows and when asking if anyone else heard them too, they would all say no. Most of this stuff takes place in 2022 and 2023, because those are where the experiences were at their fullest. So, first, I would hear cat footsteps when my cat wasn't near. I would hear them under the bed, and when I checked under the bed, there would be nothing there. And no, it can't be my dog because my dog's footsteps are way louder, and she was in my bed anyways. I would see a shadow of a cat randomly, and once I heard the sound of a cat playing

with something, which I'm used to as my cat is very energetic, and plays with almost anything. And I was home alone, so I thought it was my cat. It was in my big brother's room, just so you know, which is across the hall. I looked beside me, and then I saw my cat. So she wasn't in that room. She was just sitting down on the floor. I thought maybe my dog had somehow done it, but it couldn't be her as she was on my lap at the time.

So I gathered the courage I had to walk over there with my pets, of course. But when I checked under the bed, which was where the sound was coming from, there was nothing there. I would hear random meows from random places that nobody else could hear. I think I even saw the cat. It was a black and white cat.

This isn't the only paranormal experience. My brother has also had some, but this is just the one that I can't really explain. I would also hear a cat jumping on to the bed. Once I even saw the cat, so I know that it wasn't mine. My cat is black and gray with only a little bit of white. Even if I was hearing and seeing things, well, that wouldn't be possible for what happened a few months ago.

A few months ago, I was sitting on my bed on my phone. I then felt my cat climbing on top of me, which she does often. So I thought it was my cat, as I felt the weight of her and felt her getting on top of me. I looked up, and saw nothing. There was nothing there. I only felt the cat getting on me, not getting off.

And I would see my cat in the corner of my eye if she had jumped off, so... This just can't be explained. It's very weird that I would always hear the meows, and even see my cat meowing at nothing while looking up. I would always hear my cat's footsteps when she wasn't there, and even see the shadow of the cat. or the cat itself. And I know that I felt it.

I don't know what's going on. I don't know whose cat it is, nor do I know why only I can hear it and see it. This happened to me and my sister back in the early 2000s, but it's still fresh in my memory as it still creeps me out. At the time, I was 12 and my sister was six. Even though we had several years between us, we were always super close. We did everything together, shared all of our toys, rarely fought.

We also loved playing outside and pretending to be explorers. We would climb trees and collect leaves and branches, crawl under the porch and look for rocks and bugs. We loved trying to make houses out of mud and the supplies gathered for our dolls, and just always had a creative and imaginative mind. So when my little sister, Katie, started talking about an imaginary friend, no one, including my parents and myself, were surprised. Nor did we think it was odd.

Katie started bringing up her friend when she was moved into her own room. She technically always had her own room. It was just a nursery, but due to health concerns when she was born, she pretty much stayed in my parents' room until she just randomly decided that she would stay in her own room. It literally went like that. We were getting ready for bed. She went to her own room, and she said she wanted to sleep in her own room. So they converted her crib into a normal bed, and she started staying in there.

So now I would walk by her room to go to mine, or intentionally be going to hers, and I would hear her. talking. I figured she was just playing with her dolls and would walk in her room and ask what she was doing. She would respond saying that she was playing with my friend. At my age, I assumed that she meant her dolls, and then we would continue with our plans. Then, there was one time later at night where my mom told me to go get my sister since dinner was ready. I started towards her room and noticed that her door was cracked open. I was preparing to quickly, opened the door to scare her, but again, I heard her talking. This time it sounded more conversational, and she seems to be explaining to someone how to do something.

So, instead, I slowly opened the door and saw her standing near her window, putting her toys on the ledge. I asked her what she was doing, and she again said that she was playing. I asked her who she was talking to, and she said, Jimmy. I was curious myself, so I asked, who's Jimmy? And she claimed that he was her imaginary friend. I thought that it was kind of silly at my age, but I just went along with it. I asked her how she met him, and she explained how he just showed up in her room one day, and that he wanted to play with her.

It sounded like a true story for an imaginary friend, so I left it at that. We had several incidents like that, where she would be talking to someone and she would say it was Jimmy. Even while we were around our parents, she would say things like, Oh, that's Jimmy's favorite color. And Jimmy is afraid of that. I like to play dolls with Jimmy. We all thought it was cute and creative and just left it where it was. I even recall one time when I was playing with Katie in her room,

she mentioned Jimmy and I said that I can't wait to meet him one day. She seemed very happy and said that he wanted to meet me, too. Being that he was imaginary, I asked her where he was, and she told me, well, he's not here right now, but he should be later. So, okay, maybe she just didn't feel up to pretending at that point. So, life goes on as normal for all of us. of us and before we know it, summer has snuck up on us, giving us more time to play. One day, when we were playing outside, we had started a whole game similar to what I mentioned

prior, where we were collecting treasures and making up what they could do. At one point we stopped and we were just laying in the grass in the backyard, which kind of made us want to sleep out there too. And, thankfully for us, When we asked our parents for blankets and pillows to turn the porch into a fort, my dad gave us one better and set up a tent that we had in the backyard. I just remember being so excited to camp in our yard. And our parents weren't even going to be in there. My parents said they were going to be staying in the back room,

which was like a smaller living room. That room had a door that led to the backyard so they would be nearby, in case we needed them. So, we got ready for bed and grabbed a few things to keep us busy, like coloring books and flashlights, until we fell asleep. We were pretty well nestled in our tent, singing and coloring, and we'd probably been in there for about an hour when I would say that we both were getting pretty drowsy.

So we cleaned up, and we snuggled into our sleeping bags, ready to end our night. but shortly after, I heard someone walking in our yard. I just assumed it was one of our parents checking in on us, so I said, Hey, who is it? And a curious and playful tone. And a voice whispered back, It's me.

I could tell that it was a man's voice, but I couldn't tell if it was my dad because of how they were whispering. However, right after he responded, responded, Katie jumped up and quickly unzipped the tent, giggling. As she did this, we were met with the face of a man that I had never met before. However, Katie seemed excited to see this person, and she also answered some questions when she shouted, Jimmy!

I was shocked and honestly horrified. Jimmy wasn't imaginary, but was a. real, grown man. He hugged my sister, and I asked suspiciously, Who are you? That's when he gave me a sickening smile and said, I'm Jimmy, your imaginary friend. Like I said, I was old enough to know that imaginary friends were not real.

And when I did have one, they didn't look like this. Maybe everyone was different, but mine were always close to my age, and they never had their own voice. I would give them one. Oh, and they were typically 100% imaginary, like not real people. I don't know if it makes sense to others, but what's important is that this guy was definitely not imaginary. Unlike Katie, I was scared. I couldn't explain why at the time, other than maybe a strange man was standing in our backyard, but then he asked if he could stay in the tent with us. Instantly, I knew this was not okay.

He should not be there, and if we agreed to let him, something bad was going to happen. Unfortunately, Katie said yes, but I simultaneously said no. The disappointed look on his face, a little bit. alarmed me even more. I didn't know if he would try anything if I tried to fight him, so I had to think fast. I told him something about not having another blanket and pillow, so we would have to go get him one first. He said that he wouldn't need one, but I tried to perk back up and insist on it, so I just said, No, I don't want you to get cold and not want to come back.

So we'll be right back. We'll grab some more snacks, too. He smiled and agreed, telling us to just hurry back. I grabbed Katie's arm and pulled her along with me inside, and as soon as we were in, I shook my parents awake and told them about Jimmy being out in the tent, and I tried to make the most terrified face I could to let them know that this was not a joke. Thankfully, they caught on quickly, and my dad douched out the door immediately. My mom told us to stay on the couch with her, and she was looking out the window toward the tent, so I looked too.

I saw my dad enter the tent, walk around it in the yard, until he finally came back in. The guy was gone. My dad asked us what exactly happened, but his tone instantly told me that something was wrong. Katie explained that Jimmy wanted to join us in the tent, and I agreed with her story. further explaining everything. They then called the police and reported it, but, of course, he was long gone. My parents told Katie that she was not allowed to play with Jimmy again,

and that if she ever saw him again, she needed to tell them immediately, but we never did see him. Katie and I have talked about this at length as we've gotten older, and we make more and more sense of it, each time. She told me about how he just showed up one day at her window, and when she noticed him, she asked what he was doing.

She said that he was the one that called himself her imaginary friend, and kept pushing that as a way to get her to not talk about him, or to give an excuse when people like myself or parents asked why he seemed to have such a personality for an imaginary friend. He never did anything to her, thankfully, but he told her that he just wanted to watch her sleep and she was okay with it. Sometimes I'll check police reports, offender lists, and the news to see if I ever recognize a face, but nothing so far. I guess it would probably be better if I did see his face, to at least put my mind at ease, that he's not still out there,

doing the same thing to other kids. This is another story from my mom, though this time it's from when she was a teen. When my mom was around 15, she had lived in Germany for a few years. Her and her parents lived in a three-story old brick house, though this was a rental house, which they were only going to be living in for a small amount of time. One night, when my mother went to bed, she tossed and turned, unable to go to sleep for some reason. She didn't know why, but she had a horrible gut feeling.

She finally decided to sit up in her bed knowing that something was definitely wrong. Though, before she decided to go to her parents' room, she sees a figure standing outside of her window. It was the outline of a man with the only thing that could be properly made out, was the fact that this man had red eyes. My mother wanted to scream for a second, but then something hit her. Her room was on the third floor of the house. There was no way that anyone could be standing outside her window

unless they had gotten a ladder and climbed it. But the noise surely would have woken the whole house up, if not at least she would have noticed. Something in my mother told her, not to get up, to just lay back down and pretend to be asleep, as if she didn't see anything. As much as she wanted to go running to her parents' bedroom, something deep down was sending off alarms telling her not to. The whole night my mom laid in her bed unable to get up, but unable to fall asleep due to pure fear overtaking her. She waited until the sun was shining when she looked

back over to the window, and the man was no longer there. She sighed in relief, though she was still unable to go back to sleep, so she got up and walked to her parents' bedroom, where she woke them both up and told them what happened. My grandfather, her dad, walked to my mom's room, though him and my grandmother didn't really believe my mom, thinking she was just having a bad dream or something. He told her it was nothing, and that no one could have been at her window since they were so far up from the ground. My mom begged my grandparents to believe her,

saying that she wasn't able to sleep all night, nor get up to tell the two of them, though they still didn't believe her. Two weeks go by, and my mother had only seen the man at her window five other times, though she felt like she was being constantly watched in the neighborhood. She kept telling her parents though each time they didn't believe her, saying that she was just imagining it.

Then, whenever my grandparents were visiting with the next-door neighbor, my mother's so-called nightmares were brought up by my grandparents to the lady. The lady went pale as a ghost the moment my grandfather described the man that my mother had described to them time and time before in the last week. The lady said it was a spirit that's been around for decades. just standing outside of young girls' rooms watching them. No one knew why or when the first time the spirit had arrived, but when it did, it never left.

Most of the neighbors believed it to be an evil spirit that would prey on the young girls. And once it had its eyes on the next victim, the girl would go crazy seeing the man everywhere they go in the neighborhood. Though it was just a rumor. This was enough to make my grandparents freak out and move out of the rental as quickly as they could, which luckily was extremely quick, since they had just moved in and most of the boxes hadn't even been unpacked yet. This had to be one of the more creepy stories that my mom has told me. Though many people wouldn't see it as too bad, my mom was terrified.

Even when telling the story, which she won't often do, you can tell that she's still. gets freaked out. This happened when me and my girl were on an impromptu road trip. At the time, we'd both taken some time off work, as I had time I needed to use, and I could tell that she was in need of a break. We were planning on just chilling at home, but we saw one of our favorite bands

was going to be playing in the state over from us, and the drive was about five hours, so we decided to make a trip of it, stay at a hotel out there for a night, then come back home the day after the concert. This was also in 2019, so we were a bit more carefree at the time. So, and we packed a small bag, got some cash to have on hand, and for any toll roads, and then left.

The drive out there was fine. We'd driven there multiple times before, so we almost had the route memorized. We decided to stay at our favorite hotel chain because they were reasonably priced, especially considering it included a hot breakfast and dinner. We left early in the morning, so when we got there and checked in, we still had part of the afternoon and evening to enjoy the site. We did a few things around the town, including a little museum that we had never been to,

and we just enjoyed ourselves. That night would be the concert, and I was really happy that we went. Angie, my now fiancé, had a blast, and it looked like she was already feeling better, which made me feel a lot better. The opening band was local, and they were actually really good. We got a copy of their album, and even had the drummer as a friend on Facebook, which was pretty cool.

Then we got to talk to the guys from our favorite band. We bought shirts, and they signed them, and took them, took pictures with us, and it was all around a good time. We stayed as long as we could, just hanging out until they started closing, so then we headed out. It was midnight at this point, because that was when the venue closed, and we had to quickly leave. It was kind of weird because it was a 21-plus show, and the curfew thing seemed a bit weird, but not a big deal. Overall, we had a great time, and we were ready to head back to the hotel. Now, the venue that we went to, we'd not been to before.

It was more like a little hole in the wall bar with the stage, so we weren't familiar with the area. We started up the navigation on our phone to get back, but, of course, it was having trouble finding a signal at first. So we were driving around aimlessly, both waiting on the signal to come back, and also trying to remember what direction we came from. I was pretty tired, and she was tipsy, so combined, we probably didn't have the best sense of direction. As we came to an intersection, there was a guy leaning against the building, smoking. He made eye contact with us and nodded, and we continued on after the light turned green. Finally, the signal came back and, of course, I was facing the wrong way, and it wanted me to do a U-turn. I don't really like doing U-turns, unless there's a specific lane for it, at least when I'm in an area that I'm unfamiliar with, so I decided to go around the block to circle around.

As we did, we came back to that same intersection where that guy was, and once again had a red light. This time, though, the guy decided to approach us, waving at us to stop or to hold on. There wasn't another car in sight except the parked ones across the streets at the CVS, so I wasn't worried about holding up traffic. I put on my hazards and Angie rolled down her window halfway so we could talk to this guy. I'd like to think that we're both giving individuals, and we help when we can, even if it means we may be gullible. but we also try to look for the best in people.

So while some people may not have even stopped for this guy, the least that we could do was give him a minute of our time to just talk with another person. The reason I say this was that the guy also looked like he had been standing there for quite some time. Like, he had a huge backpack on the ground next to him, as well as a few items sitting on top of it like a jacket and a piece of cardboard, as well as a jug of what I thought was water next to it. He said hi and asked us what we were doing out so late. He asked it in a joking way, like what a parent might say to their kids.

So we told him we were leaving a concert and that we were trying to find our way back to the hotel. He asked us which one, and we proceeded to tell him, and he gave us directions on how to get back there. He even suggested that we avoid a safe. certain street because it wasn't the safest. We thanked him, and as the conversation died down, I could see him looking around in our car a bit. It was a bit awkward, but I had a feeling I knew where this was going. Before I could react, though, he started saying something about our car and it being nice,

while Angie pulled a $20 bill from her wallet and handed it to the guy. He smiled and thanked us, but... then the conversation became a little weird. He tried to make a joke about Angie being loaded and asked why she would carry around so much cash in a strange place, knowing that it could be dangerous. I could tell that it became a little awkward for her with the way that she shifted in her seat

and the slight nervous giggle she had, so I responded that we didn't know if we would have to pay for parking at the venue. I just tried to think of something so she wasn't put on the spot anymore. Again, he told us that we should be careful then and head back to the hotel as soon as possible. We agreed, and as we were trying to wrap up the conversation to leave,

the guy interrupted me and said he could give better directions if he went with us and asked if he could since he needed to be somewhere close to that hotel anyway, At that point, I was very hesitant, and I was not comfortable with this idea at all. And I think Angie felt the same way by the way she looked over at me, hoping I would have an excuse. Off the top of my head, I told him it was a rental so we couldn't have more people in it than what was written on the papers, which was just the two of us. He quickly tried to call me out on that, though, that there weren't a rental. any rental tags on the car, so Angie jumped in and said it was a friend of ours, so it wasn't

actually through a rental place, but we weren't allowed to have anyone else in it, and we didn't want to risk it. He again tried to push the topic, and say that he was just a homeless person looking for a ride, and I think your friend would understand that. Then he said something that kind of chilled me, and part of it was the look on his face and the manner in which he said it. He said, besides, it's not like I'm going to kill you, and have my way with her or something. I just need a ride. Angie looked at me in complete fear at this point, and I was at a loss for words. What were we supposed to do? Even if we drove off, would he try to come find us? He knew what hotel we were staying at, so,

It was a possibility. Before I could finish processing, Angie looked at him and said, Okay, grab your stuff and get in the back. He grinned, and said smart girl, and as he was walking away, I could see something sticking out of his back pocket. It had a handle, like a knife.

Without taking her eyes off of him, Angie rolled up the window and just started saying, Drive, over and over in a complete, a completely monotone voice. So, I gunned it. I looked back and I saw the guy turn and watch us as we drove away, and he just stood there, smiling and waving. We didn't say much,

other than agreeing that we both saw what was in his pocket, until we got back to the hotel. Instead of parking next to it, I paid for the garage parking, and we went to the second floor to hopefully hide our car. car a bit. It didn't stand out or anything. It was an old silver Ford with no distinguishable features, so we were hoping that he wouldn't show up, and if he did, we hoped he wouldn't find the vehicle. I even took the necklace that was hanging from the mirror down in case he saw it.

We sat there for a few, and then quickly made our way into the hotel, where we tried to relax for the rest of the night. The next morning, Angie called the front desk and asked if anyone came looking for us, and she said that no one did, so we eased up, thinking it was just the night and we would never see this guy again, and then we went about our morning and left. It got worse when we got home, though. I found a story from that city that we were in about a couple that had been robbed from their car.

The wife said they'd pulled over to help a guy that. looked like he was injured when he pulled a knife on them. He demanded their keys and wallets, and when the guy tried to fight back, he was stabbed repeatedly. They were left on the side of the road and the suspect took their car and left. Thankfully the husband survived, but they never found the suspect. Their car was later found crashed into a median, and it was destroyed inside and out. They had pictures in the story, and it looked awful. I'd be surprised if the guy survived or wasn't severely injured from that crash, but it was a terrifying

thought that it could have happened to us. Was it the same guy? Was he going to try the same thing? The way he looked around the car and made comments about the cache definitely seemed suspicious. We're a lot more careful now when we go to unfamiliar places, and we definitely don't linger around to be nice to strangers. Both me and my boyfriend

are very sure that we have a ghostly tenant living with us. What or whoever our ghostly friend is, there can be months between either of us encountering them, but they always come back. I'll tell a few stories off the top of my head. To start off, I've been sort of scared of entrances or whatever apartment I have lived in ever since I moved out of my parents' home.

The first apartment that I lived in was with my fiancé at the time. It had a long hallway, and I was terrified of it. I never knew why. That hallway was just scary. And fast forward several years, and me and my fiancé broke up. and I moved out to a little studio apartment. There, I was terrified of the immediate area by the front door once again. I had to have the lights on that illuminate the front door at night.

I never saw anything. I just couldn't sleep without the lights on. But I met my current boyfriend, and a few years later we moved to a single-bedroom apartment together because we needed more room. That's where we live now. And this is where I've started seeing them. A couple years ago, late in the evening, I came out of the bathroom, once again right by the front door,

and was scared immediately. I was sure that I felt a person or something there. There was nothing to be seen. But I swear that they were right there, and that they were spooked by me suddenly emerging from the bathroom, and they fled into the kitchen. I saw nothing, but the feeling was so strong that I had to speak out loud to them.

I apologized to the seemingly empty space, saying that I didn't mean to spook them. I said I'm just going to grab my keys and go out for a smoke, and then I would be back in a few minutes, drop off my keys, and go to bed. It felt really weird to be speaking to an empty space, but I swear that ghostly tenant was there, hiding from me, because they were spooked by me more than I was spooked by the whole situation. And I did thusly. I took my keys, went for a smoke, dropped off my keys, and then went to bed as I said I would. Ever since, both me and my boyfriend have seen them once in a while.

Always near the front door. The very space that I have been scared of for years in every apartment that I have lived in. It's a shadow, the size of a tallish man. A few months after the spoken bathroom incident, my boyfriend and I noticed a particular thing. Our bathroom is very small, and my boyfriend, friend is quite tall. He's always requested that we keep the doors of the little cabinet above the sink, where the toothbrushes and such things are, closed. If the mirror doors of that thing are open, he could easily hit his head on the right door when he gets up from the toilet. Hence, I did thusly,

always closing them. But they didn't stay closed. Both of us were kind of annoyed by that. I was wondering why he kept leaving the damn things open when he specifically requested me keep them closed, and he was wondering why I always forgot to close them. One day, the topic came up, and we realized

both of us kept constantly closing them, but we only ever opened them to grab a toothbrush, and always closed them after ourselves. There's a magnet on them, so they don't just swing open by themselves.

We realize that this has been going on for months. Once we've realized that we both out loud asked the doors to be closed, and they've stayed closed ever since. Just a few days ago, I was sitting in the kitchen. I have my laptop set up on the kitchen table in the corner of the kitchen. It's in the corner with a wall to my left and a window behind me. From this position, I have the small kitchen in front of me, and I can see the entryway of our apartment with my peripheral vision,

as well as the bathroom door. To my right is the living room, which I can also see in my peripheral vision. The apartment is kind of like a loop, if you will. Fun for our kids, since you can run in a loop around the apartment. So there I was, watching a live stream around 11 p.m. Suddenly, I saw move over. at the entryway, so I looked up, thinking my boyfriend must have woken up and was coming to grab a glass of water or to check up on me.

But no. What I saw was a shadow. It's early spring here, so it's dark, but not pitch black anymore at this time of day. This shadow, about the size of a tallish man, was clearly darker than the surroundings, and making its way to the kitchen. I was spooked and just looked at it, or them, because I realized our ghostly tenant was back after being gone for months. Just a moment after I looked up from my laptop at the shadow, they stopped briefly and retreated back to the entryway as if they were going to come to the kitchen, but changed their mind because I saw them. I thought nothing of it.

I was just a bit spooked. About a minute later, I saw something to my right. It was them again, the shadow, trying to enter the kitchen from the living room's side. I once again looked up for my screen to look at them, and again they retreated back and would not enter the kitchen. I was, once again, spooked, but said nothing. About 15 minutes passed, and I got up to get myself a snack from the kitchen cabinet. and I was rummaging through the snacks to find something that I would like, and then I heard a metallic bang clear as day behind my back.

It was like two pots being banged together. It was quite a loud sound. All the pots and pans are neatly stored where they belong, and there was nothing behind my back that could have suddenly made that sound. I have no explanation for that. our dog also refused to sleep in his own bed, in the living room, five meters from me. He insisted on sleeping in the kitchen corner, right behind my chair as I was watching the live stream. I would greatly appreciate if anyone has any idea as to what or who our ghostly tenant might be.

Have they always been the reason that I've been uncomfortable of entryways? have they always been there, but I've never seen them until in this apartment? If so, why would that be? Why do they seem to be so skittish? My understanding and feeling is that they're quite shy, as if they want to be noticed, but wouldn't come to the kitchen if they were seen, but then still made that metallic sound short after.

What could I do if I notice them trying to come to the same space with me? Should I out loud speak and invite them to sit with me, make a cup of tea for them as a friendly gesture? Or should I just ignore them? I wanted to share something that actually happened to me just a few weeks ago. It still gives me shivers thinking about it, but after talking to my friends and girlfriend about it, I decided that I should share it with you,

since you provide me with such great content, too. I'm currently living in Texas due to work. I've been here for about three months, and I'll be here for another two months at least. Sorry to say it, but I'm not a fan. I do not do well in the heat, so if I'm not at work, I'm usually lounging around at home or using the pool at the local gym. At least I have my girlfriend here with me to help me keep in a better mindset. However, during this event, my girlfriend had gone back home to Oregon to see her family,

and, of course, I was alone that night and having trouble sleeping, so I wanted to try to go on a walk, hoping to just wear myself out. However, to my surprise, it was a lot cooler than I was expecting, so it immediately made my mood turn around. It was refreshing. I put in my earbuds and started on the sidewalk that lined our quiet suburban neighborhood. I continued walking down the block, and I wanted to really take advantage of the cool air, so I rounded the corner and thought I would walk around the new cul-de-sac that they were developing.

They had the foundation laid for three of the houses, and the walls on one, but that was about it. But going around the back of the houses, there was a walking trail that looked recently repaved. made sense enough with a new house as being built. I took the new path expecting to go through the trees and get a serene view. I could hear the crickets chirping over my music. I only had one earbud in, but there were so many, and it was pretty loud. The moon was shining right above the trees, giving the only light source back there. I was just taking in the unusual but welcoming night.

until I started to get this weird feeling in my gut. It was the same feeling you get when someone's watching you or when you know someone is looking over your shoulder. I took out my earbud, stopped where I was and looked around to see if I could spot someone or something looking at me. I didn't immediately see anything, so I continued to walk with my guard up just in case. As I continued forward,

I was watching the trees, noticing the imperfections in the trunks, when I saw what I thought was just a twisted trunk until it moved. This stopped me in my tracks. I started staring at this shadow, squinting and straining my eyes to make out what I was looking at. The moonlight was working in this thing's favor, as all I could see was a dark shadow. As I stared at it, the earlier feeling I experienced was now more intense. tense, making me feel pretty uneasy. My first thought was that maybe I walked in on something I shouldn't have,

maybe they were going to try and rob me, or maybe it was just someone doing the same thing as me, and I startled them. I thought the best thing to do was to acknowledge their existence, so if they were planning on something bad, maybe they would think twice if they knew that I knew they were there. So I simply said, good evening. When the figure didn't respond, it made me feel even more on edge. I was no longer feeling comfortable walking any closer to them, let alone passing them,

so I took a few steps backwards ready to turn back. However, something was telling me knots to turn my back to this thing. I pulled out my phone ready to turn on the flashlight and hopefully get a video, just in case something happened. But before I could, the shadow finally moved. The movement was unnatural. It was choppy. Almost like I was watching a skipping video

as this thing reached his hand straight up towards a tree. As I watched its arms, I could see this thing had clawed-like fingers at the end of its hands. It seemed to turn towards the tree, letting me see what I think was the same. side profile, and its spine looked twisted. But one thing I didn't notice until it started moving was the stench. It started as just a sickly sweet odor reminiscent of decaying leaves, but

quickly turned into a putrid smell of sulfur. The smell quickly found its way down my throat, making me gag. Between this weird, unnatural smell and this inhuman creature in front of me, I was now shrouded in a sense of dread, and I told myself that I needed to get the hell out of there. I started walking backwards as fast as I could, until I saw the creature seemingly climb up the tree on all fours. It looked like a cat climbing up a tree. My fight or flight instincts finally kicked in full force, and I ran. I kept looking back to make sure that nothing came up behind me, and thankfully nothing else.

ever did. I got out of those trees and was now back in front of the cul-de-sac. The smell was gone, but with my senses now elevated, I realized I could no longer hear a single cricket. I could hear them across my entire walk, but now the air was still and silent. That made me feel like I still wasn't safe, so I quickly walked home, looking in every direction in the whole way. When I finally stumbled on to my front porch, I quickly went inside locking all the doors and turning all the lights on.

I didn't want to be in the dark alone anymore. That walk was supposed to help me sleep, and now I was wide awake with no chance of sleeping. Once it was early enough, I called my girlfriend and told her what I had seen. She was worried, but thankful that I made it back home in one piece, But we both agreed to not go back there alone, and definitely not at night.

What I saw, smelled, and heard is still very vivid in my mind, and it gives me the chills just thinking about it. I've always loved listening to cryptid and creature stories, but I never wanted to experience one. I have no idea what that thing was, and part of me wishes that I would have went through with taking the picture or video, But at the same time, I fear what could have happened if I had stuck around any longer. So, as I've said before, I live in England.

I lived in a small market town in Lincolnshire for many years. I learned that there was an old Victorian asylum on the outskirts of town that was being partially torn down and made into flats, apartments. and houses. So, I decided with my now ex-boyfriend to check it out on the daytime before we were no longer able to. We packed up our camcorder, EMF meter, and our phones and walked the three miles to the asylum. The place is set back well away from the road, and you have to walk down a tree-lined path to get to it. I'm not going to lie, the view of the local countryside was beautiful. So, We get there, and immediately see it's a building site, but something was strange. It wasn't locked up.

We could walk straight in. There was rubble everywhere, and in the rubble clipboards, hardhats, and other PPE was strewn across it. It was like something had scared the crap out of them, and they had just down-tooled right where they were, and left in a massive hurry. Adding to this ominous picture was the sound of crow's con. calling loudly. It's already creepy and oppressive in the daytime, and I was already on edge, but not from being caught trespassing, just from the feel of this place. As I said in my other post, I am an empath, and just standing in the grounds was making me want to cry. All I could feel was sadness and desperation. I felt all this before I even set foot into one of the old Delaphton,

We finally draw up our courage and go into the first building. We walked up a set of stairs with an old cast iron railing. The place had been partially torn down, and there were no individual rooms, just massive rooms in an old bathroom. The feeling of overwhelming sadness was getting stronger, and at times I wanted to cry. We move on up the stairs, and on this level there's a small, windowless room, from what I can only imagine, were padded cells at one point. Again, the sadness and desperation wells up inside me. We walk further into the building, and notice a very old lift that has the doors stuck open.

We have the camcorder running, and the EMF meter is on. We're taking pictures on our phones, too. The EMF has stayed silence, and I'm not sure why. Surely it should be going crazy. I'm feeling it, so why hadn't the EMF gone off? We exit the first building and make our way to the one next to it and enter. We're walking around, taking pictures on the ground floor before we head up the stairs. We walk into this massive room.

I'm not sure if it's an old ward or day room or what. The windows were huge in the room. room was flooded with light. We were only just inside this room when I get to this overwhelming feeling of anger hit me, from nowhere. I'm not talking normal anger. Whoever it was was absolutely furious. The hair on the back of my neck was standing on end.

I turned to my ex and I tell him, we need to get out of this room now. He turns to look at me and, as he does, the EMF and the camcorder turned themselves off. Our phones lose signal, and the camera on my phone is no longer working. Let me tell you, I have never run through a room so fast in my life. Clearly, something did not want us their nosing around. As soon as we step out of that room, everything turns back on.

Our phones have signal, and my camera app is working again. We carry on, looking around, but I'm much more subdued. I'm looking at the tiles and the wall and the corridors, wondering why anyone would choose to have a crap-brown color rather than green or blue, or even beige. We look around the other buildings and nothing else has happened. I'm still feeling the overwhelming sense of sadness and I want to cry. And then we reach what was clearly a children's wing. They'd painted a picture of the ocean and sea creatures on one wall.

This place was open until the mid-1980s. That was enough for me. I had to leave before I broke down completely. We did manage to get some interesting pictures on my phone, but nothing on the camcorder. That had to be one of the scariest haunted buildings I had ever been in. But one question nearly ten years later still bugs me. Why did the digital blackout only happen in that big room? Why didn't it happen in any of the padded cells?

This actually happened to me last week, and I'm still kind of freaking out about it in my head, and trying to process what I saw. I live in an apartment complex that was recently built, like within the last year. They started tearing down a patch of trees that blocked the highway on the other side, to build this place, so it disrupted some wildlife, I'm sure. The town I live in doesn't have much in the way of multi-dwelling homes, like apartments.

It's been more for retirees and senior living, so besides moving away, this was one of the cheapest places to live other than a house. So that's why I chose it, besides the fact that it was close to my mom and my job. So, to get to the complex, you have to take a road that was basically made to get to this place. It's pretty long because it sits back in that carved out field, and since it's still surrounded by some trees, you can still see a bit of wildlife. When I'm driving, I typically go slower down the road because I see deer, possums, squirrels, and even a few feral cats cross it. It's beautiful at my apartment too because sitting out on the balcony, I get a view of the trees. And sometimes I can see deer in there or a bunch of birds flying around. One of my neighbors actually has bird and squirrel feeders that she not only put by her patio,

but also closer to the trees, so they were away from the people. It's a nice view. Anyways, this happened when I was driving home from my mom's. place late one night. I went there to have dinner after work since I was off later and she invited me over, so I didn't have to spend money on food. I can never say no to her cooking anyways. It was about nine or so when I left, and I was already feeling tired. As I was driving back, and was trying my hardest to focus as the lights dimmed when I went between the street lights. At one point, I saw something on all four legs crossing the roads, so I started slowing down.

As I came to a stop, I really got a better look at the animal, and I was horrified. My car was just a bit in front of the light where the animal was on the other side of it. Based on what I could see in the light and its shape, I could tell it was a deer. But there was something horribly wrong with it. what I thought at first was mud or something in its fur had to be blood and flesh. It looked like all the fur on that side of the body was gone and I was just looking at skin.

The only way I can think to describe it was like that side of its body had been scraped off. Its leg was the same way, and in fact I'm pretty sure I could see part of the leg bone and its jawbone. I was panicking in my head, thinking that something obviously happens to this thing, and it was going to collapse right in front of me. Instead, it just stood there, staring at me, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

In fact, it didn't even seem intimidated or scared of me at all. Still confused about what I was seeing, though, and since it wasn't moving, I decided to get out of my car and try to get closer. The minute I opened my door and started walking around it, the smell hit me. It was the smell of decay and rot. I felt like I was going to be sick, so I pulled my shirt up over my nose to try to mask the smell. I got a little closer, and I could confirm that I was definitely seeing raw flesh. I really don't understand how this deer was alive and even standing in front of me.

I said something under my breath, like, what the hell? Or something to that effect. And that's when the deer started backing up. I didn't know what it would do or could do being injured to that extent, so I backed up to give it space. And that's when I heard a loud plop coming from the trees on the right, where the deer was walking from. Within the time it took me to look in that direction,

the deer bolted across the road and took off. I watched it for a few seconds as it ran away without as much as a limp. When I heard another sound coming from the opposite side. It sounded like something big was falling to the ground, like out of the tree. At this point, that putrid smell of death was still lingering, and I was getting this overwhelming sense of dread, so I ran back to my car, locking the doors, and I just sat there looking into the trees.

That's when I saw something moving around in the trees that very clearly was not a deer. It was trying to walk on all four, but the movement wasn't right. It was choppy and very uncoordinated. It almost reminded me of a fawn trying to walk for the first time, as well as maybe a human trying to walk with their hands. and the back was very rigid and curved.

I had no clue what I was looking at, but it terrified me, so I took off. I've never driven that fast down the road, but I knew that I didn't want to be there anymore, and maybe even wasn't supposed to be there. When I got home, I looked around before getting out of my car, and when it looked safe, I made a mad dash to the building, pulling the door shut, and then running up the stairs to my place and quickly locking the door. I went and looked out my balcony door to see if I could see anything on that side of the woods, which was opposite from the one I was at.

So I didn't really expect to see anything, but was still paranoid and scared. When I didn't see anything, I took some time to try and calm myself down and called my dad to talk to him about it. as expected he told me the deer was probably in some kind of accident and was in shock and probably died shortly after my encounter

with him I tried to stay reasonable and keep that in my mind but then I was confused about the big thing trying to imitate a deer however I didn't tell my dad about that one

I figured he would probably just think I was seeing things I haven't told anyone else about this until now, because it's still nightmare fuel for me. I want to be reasonable and say that maybe it was just another deer with some kind of weird deformity, but... Was it? Was that really what I saw? Or is there something more sinister in those woods? All I know is I haven't seen it since, thankfully, and I don't stop like that anymore at night. No matter what road I'm not.

I'm on. When I was about seven or eight years old, I noticed a lot of paranormal stuff happening at my mom's house. My parents were separated. One night when I was staying with my mom, we were having a fire in the backyard, and I brought up seeing shadow people. It was always on the stairs, but I didn't tell her about the stairs part, just about seeing people. Anyway, it freaked my mom out, and she immediately started asking me what I was seeing and what else was going on. And I really didn't know how to describe it, and didn't really even think about ghosts back then. I didn't really give her a good explanation or description about anything that I experienced,

and so she started to tell me about what she was experiencing and seeing. She told me, and still tells me to this day, that she would always see a little bit of her. little boy, a bit older than me on those stairs. Not every day, but every time she did the dishes, he was there. Even on nights that I was at my dad's house, she could swear she would hear me coming up those stairs, and she would see the little boy soon after. So that was kind of my introduction to ghosts, and the thought of ghosts.

And it really freaked me out. So probably about three years go on with occasional stuff happening, and my mom and my stepdad break up. So once out of that house, I thought things would disappear, because nothing ever happened to me at my dad's house. But that same year that my mom moved out, my aunt who I was very close with had died. I had stayed with her for two weeks about three to four days before she died. And the day that I found out, I saw her walk next to my bed, but it seemed like she was on her knees walking. And it was really, really weird and really scary, because I saw that it was her and felt her there before I could even see her. That's what made me look.

A couple of weeks go by, were in California for her funeral, and I was sleeping on her couch, and I felt her sit next to me. It was right by my chest, and that's always how she tucked me in. After that, nothing happened with her. The next thing to happen was her brother, my uncle, drank himself to death, and he paid me and my dad a visit by moving wine glasses, knocking something off the counter, can't remember what it was, and running down the hallway and slamming a door, and this was all in the matter of minutes. Less than 8 to 10 minutes, all of this happened, back to back to back. And that was my dad's first ever paranormal experience.

We both heard and saw everything happen, but he still tries to play it off like it was nothing. But I know that it freaked him out by his eyes. I could see in my dad's eyes that he was freaked out and knew damn well who that was. Anyways. Well, things. kind of cooled off for about a decade. A little less than a decade after that happened, nothing happened at all. And it was so nice, because growing up, I was so scared always.

And then I got used to nothing happening, and wasn't scared anymore. It was a miracle. I thought I would be scared forever. I slept with a blanket over my head until I was 17 or 18, which, then leads me to last December. My brother committed suicide. I was working in a small village in Alaska, and was actually driving home when my mom called me

and told me that he was no longer alive. I got home about midnight, maybe 11, I can't remember. But my girlfriend knew what had happened because my mom called her, so she just hugged me. We talked for a while, and she ended up to her. up going to bed once everything was said. I wanted to stay up. I just knew that I wasn't going to be able to sleep.

And I cried for probably two hours after she went to bed. I just couldn't stop. And when I finally felt numb from all of the crying, I saw him right next to me by my pantry. And all the ghosts I've ever seen, they were never as clear as him. I saw him front and center. He looked opaque, rather than just a shadow. It's like I could see him, but also right through him.

And a couple of nights later, I saw him again, in the same area, but he wasn't as clear. He was more of a shadow that time, but I knew it was him again. I haven't seen him since and haven't experienced anything since, but it was so nice. It's so nice seeing him and not being scared. I felt so at ease, and I was thankful seeing all of my family members after they'd passed. My brother passing was hard, but seeing him made me appreciate everything that he was. I love him so much, and I always will. Also, in that moment, it made me so happy realizing that I'm not afraid of ghost anymore.

I lived so much of my life afraid of them, and it's all over with. Thank God to maturing and changing ways. To end this long story off, I just want to say that me and my mom still have no idea who that little boy could have been. Because I've only seen family after moving out of that house, and my mom growing up had only seen family too. So, I'm 15, and tonight... I saw something. I think I saw something that reminded me of something else that I saw a few years ago, and I wanted to share it here.

First, I think I should say what I believe I saw tonight. It's summer, and it's fairly hot. And we're doing some cleaning and packing, so my sister and I, we share a room, have been sleeping in the living room, and I was getting back from the bathroom and heading in to the living room. We were watching the Muppet Show with my sister, and when I walked past my bedroom door, it was cracked open.

But I swear that it was shut before, and I think I saw a pale white face through it, I think like Marinate from Fnaff, having hollow dark eyes and a big hollow smile, just without the red cheeks, purple tears and lipstick. It reminded me of a few summers ago. I don't think it was many years ago, just like 2020 or 2021.

I was sleeping in the living room by myself to have some space for my sister, I believe. I was catching up on amphibia, which is a cartoon that I like, and while the next episode was loading, I went to get a snack. I got myself some dry fruit loops because they taste better dry. Then I walked back to the living room. Now, how my apartment is set up, the living room and kitchen have no doors. There's just a part of a wall that divides the rooms. So there's the living room, the dining room in the kitchen,

and the dining room is the room that you walk into when you go inside the apartment. It's the room you have to walk through to get into any other room. Depending on where in the living room you are, you can see all or most of the dining room and have a direct view of the path to the front door. And when I walked back to the living room, I felt that feeling of having eyes on me. I quickly turned around and saw what looked like a woman. She was in a long white dress, maybe a wedding dress from what I remember. The bottom of the dress seemed more white, and then the higher up on the body, I guess, it began to blur more.

and where the head would be was like faded out. It was coming towards me, and I very quickly turned away and closed my eyes. When I looked back, she was gone. I've seen other white blurs and shadows as well as seeing and hearing other things, and my siblings have too, so I wouldn't be surprised if my apartment was haunted. But although I remember these other experiences, I only have three that I think really stuck with me.

One being the person in the dress. But since it's stuck with me, I'm curious. Does anyone know who the lady in the dress might be? Is it a good spirit? I don't know if I've seen her again or not, but I remember that one time where I know that I did so well. When I was a young kid, my mother would take me in my younger brother,

and sometimes my older brother, to my grandparents' house. They lived around an hour away from us and near a beach. I used to love visiting them, and usually we would see them at every chance we got, school breaks and such, and we would spend a few nights there. The house was big, and usually we would stay in the guest room. There was also a loft where old toys and various unused items were stored. During the daytime, the house was relatively fine and not very creepy.

Sure, I didn't like going upstairs on my own, but I was just a paranoid kid. However, when it got dark out, I had a real problem about the house. Seeing as it was a holiday, my mother would let me and my brothers stay up late downstairs in the living room, and we would watch whatever was on TV. At this point, my grandparents were already in bed and to sleep upstairs. Now, the house was old, and previously owned, but we never learned much about who owned it before my grandparents. The house would creak as the pipes would settle,

and you could hear when someone was upstairs as the floorboards would also creak. I always felt unsettled when night rolled around. In the living room, there was massive glass doors that overlooked the garden, and also the main road outside. When it got dark, it got pitch black. I would never look outside the windows when it got dark in fear that I would see something. I would beg for my mother to close the curtains, and when she would, I would feel relatively at ease. When either my younger brother or I had used the bathroom, we would ask our mother to accompany us. There were two bathrooms in the house, one downstairs and one upstairs.

And since we were downstairs, we would use that one. To get to the bathroom, he had to walk along a hallway and turn left. To your right was the stairs leading upstairs. And I would always remember distinctly that I would keep my head straight whilst walking to the bathroom. to avoid looking up the stairs not to the landing. It was usually pitch black because that's how my grandparents liked it whilst they slept. I always had an eerie sense that someone was watching, or that something was lurking in the dark.

Honestly, it felt as though it was a feminine presence. Mind you, I loved anything scary as a kid, and yes, my imagination was wild. But I've had definite paranormal and scary experiences before. I just knew when something was real and when it was just my imagination. One night when laying in bed, which I shared with my younger brother and mother, I had someone come in downstairs. Sometimes my aunt, my mother's sister, who still lived at home, would work nights and come home during the night.

I definitely heard someone come in and walk around downstairs, and it sounded as though they had heavy boots on. I thought nothing of it at the time and fell back asleep. In the morning, I told my mother about it, and after some discussing, we realized that my aunt hadn't been working the night shift that night. Not that creepy, just confusing. Everything got checked. The doors, the windows, the locks.

Everything was perfectly in place, and no one admitted to being downstairs that night. It was left unexplained, and I forgot about it. Now, the loft that I had mentioned was positioned above the house, so that it was mostly above the guest room that we would stay in. Sometimes, during the day, when I felt brave enough to lounge in the guest room, I would hear noises up there. Sometimes it was pigeons that had landed on the roof, and the sound of them walking about traveled through the loft,

and that's what I heard. But sometimes, I would hear different noises, and not the pipes resting or the house settling. It sounded like footsteps. Granted, they were light footsteps, but I was definitely very sure of it. Now, all of these little things happened over years and years. None of it concerned me too much, and my stays at the house remained relatively enjoyable. I started a conversation with my mother about it not too long ago,

about how the house would sometimes feel unsettling, and that it definitely felt like we were being watched. My mother agreed, and she isn't someone to believe in stumbling. spirits or anything of that sort, but she had told me that something about the guest bedroom made her feel uneasy. She had also mentioned that she never liked to sleep with their back to the door. Even my aunt agreed. Something always felt off about upstairs.

And then I learned that while the guest room was being decorated and the wallpaper was stripped, there was writing on the wall. I'm not exactly sure what the writing said, but it wasn't measurements or markings that a decorator would leave. It was messages. I'm pretty sure one of the pieces of writing was someone declaring their love for another person. I'm also not sure how old they could be, but my grandparents first moved in to that house when I was a baby. I mean, only a few months old, and I'm now nearly 18. So, they could be anything from 20 years old.

I'm also not sure how long the house had been for sale, or the period of time between its last owners and my grandparents. Probably just my paranoia, but also, maybe not. Hi, Raven. My name is Briley White, and I'm a big fan, but anyways, I lived in a haunted house, and in my basement I had one of the creepiest things happened to me. So me and my brother were sleeping in my basement,

and he went to sleep around 11 o'clock. So I was up alone, and I'm sitting watching TV, and then it randomly turns off. So it was pitch black. I did have a phone, but I didn't have internet. So I was sitting there, and all the sudden, I heard someone or something run up my stairs. I heard that for about an hour, and then it stopped.

So I was kind of freaked out. Then I heard the door to the garage slam open and then shut. I froze in fear. It was close to Halloween, and we had decorations out, and we had this bowl where, if you'd stick your hand inside of it, it would go off. and I heard that go off. I don't know how to explain it, but it was like a cold wind ran through me.

Then I got on my phone and went on Netflix, and, like I said, I didn't have any internet. So I went to my downloads on Netflix, and it was all horror movies. I turned off my phone and rolled over, and I felt something touched me on my back. It was like seven or eight in the morning, and it was just now getting light out

side, so I ran upstairs as quickly as I could. I was in total fear. I've told some people about it, and nobody believes me, but that's my story. And I'll probably come in here and tell another one later. I've been babysitting for this family for two years now. The kids are two girls. A is 10 and Y is 7. This happened around September of last year. The family lives, and the family lives on the countryside with some horses and a farm about a five-minute walk away. There are other houses nearby, too. On this particular night, it was a little rainy and Y was fast asleep, while I was struggling getting A into her bed.

It was around 10 p.m. and her mom was due back soon, so I was aware that she'd be annoyed if she was still awake. A asked for a bedtime story, which I was happy to do. She climbed into the bed, and the family dog decided to join her and jumped up into the bed, too. Around 20 minutes later, A was getting pretty close to falling asleep when I heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by the inner bootroom door opening, too, which had a distinctive squeaking sound. I sighed knowing that she was back and A wasn't asleep, so she'd be annoyed with A. Although when I checked my phone, I noticed that she was about 25 minutes early, which is strange of her.

The dog instantly jumped off the bed and ran downstairs barking, which in turn caused A to sit up and ask, Is that mummy? I assured her it was okay and to lay back down as I knew she was pretty much about to fall asleep, which she did. I got up and started walking out of her room and to cross her. the landing to the stairs. Only the top of the stairs are visible from the area that I was standing. Before I could make it to the top of the stairs, I heard the sound of the mum's voice calling up. Hello? From the bottom of the stairs. She said it in a whisper, so I replied whispering,

Hi. Although, when I got to the top of the stairs, I peered down, and there was no one there. just a weird silence slash emptiness I slowly walked down and looked around all the rooms but with no sign of the mum or anyone for that matter

the door was still locked and their dog was now laying down by it trying not to freak out I unlocked the door expecting to see her car or a neighbor or something but there was no one there I even checked in on why but

she was still asleep. I could not find a cause of all this. No intruders, no TVs on, and no one was downstairs when it happened. Their mom arrived back 20 minutes after this, and I told her about what happened. She was shocked and a little scared, but assured me that she had not come back early and left again, like I'd convinced myself what had happened. A, thankfully, didn't remember any of this. the next morning.

As I expected, she was half asleep when she asked, is that mummy? I really just don't know what to think about this situation. Strange things have happened before here. Random noises, footsteps, etc., but nothing as real and scary as this. Anyone have any thoughts? This story may need a little context, so here are a few key things. to keep in mind. One, I was raised by my grandparents.

Two, I only saw my mother off and on. Three, she has a large number of sisters. Four, it is not uncommon for me to mistake my nieces and nephews with my aunt and uncles. And five, yes, my mom's mom and my mom had kids at the same time. And I rarely saw them, so I get confused sometimes. With all that out of the way, let's dive in. I was 15 at the time, and my mother was having a large family gathering at her house. I was invited because while my mother and I weren't close,

she had recovered from drug use for two or three years and was making a solid effort to turn her life around. Several of my aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews would be there, and at this point, my grandparents were pretty confident my mother was actually trying really hard to re-establish a relationship with me. We weren't the best of friends, but I also didn't hate her either. I get there, and it is blatantly a fantastic time. The younger of us played in the water slides, went on four-wheeler rides, and had ice cream from an ice cream truck, and we were all a little tired by the end of day one.

Then the night comes. My mom puts on the outsiders for us to watch while we were going to bed, because I think any sane human knows that trying to get 10-plus teenagers to bed on time is a wasted effort. I was exhausted, but unfortunately I had battled badly with insomnia my entire life. It was 2.30 a.m., and everyone else was asleep. Someone knocks on the door of the room that was. we're staying in. I'm a little aggressive at this point, saying something along the lines of,

it's 2 a.m. What? And a voice using a bad redneck accent responds, saying, It's your Uncle Mike. Go grab a knife in the kitchen. I was kind of in a jolt of thought about that, because I did have an Uncle Mike in the house at the time, but he actually was a redneck. This was almost as if someone, was held at gunpoint and told they had to do a redneck accent, but physically were not able to.

They were also sounding like they were choking on every word. So, I simply decided I wasn't going to do that. No, it's 2 a.m. I'm not grabbing a knife from the kitchen, Mikey. I had never called my uncle that, but for some reason, the fear made me speak out of sync with my thoughts a bit. But we made cake for everyone. You have to get enough from the kitchen. Hell no, I thought. Mike couldn't cook anything other than bacon, hamburgers, and steak. I opened the door and rushed into my oldest cousin's room.

He was sleeping on a bed and a tent inside. Mr. Lonely was playing with a blue room light on. I locked the door behind me and slept with my cousin, who was in their twenties, and he was rough around the edges. I slept in that room that night only to wake up to accusations. My aunt, the one married to Mike, asked why I was banging on her door all night. I told her I wasn't. She said that at apparently a similar time that I went into my cousin's room, I banged on her

door and she got dressed to open it. The door to my cousin's room was open. The lights were off and no music was playing in the room. But no one was in there. When I told her my version of the story, she said that it was important. possible because Mike left for work at 7.30 to be at work at 8 p.m. and wouldn't be back until closer to 4 a.m. My older cousin who I slept with also had a different version of the story, stating that he woke up to no one in the room but his door opened, and him looking down the hallway

to every door in the hallway being opened. He shrugged it off and went back to bed after locking his door. He had no explanation for how I got into his room without jimmying the door open. After some conversation, my oldest cousin whipped out a cell phone and started begrudgingly asking questions. When we

heard nothing, we listened to the video and a clear-as-day voice could be heard speaking saying, My name is Mike. I'm here. It sounded like it was choking, but without a bad southern accent. Afterwards, my family just decided it was a weird

night and didn't bring it up again, except in joking ways because what are he going to do about it? My mom and my aunt are very spiritual, but I'm a skeptic. I just thought I would tell my version of the event. And, yeah, my whole family thought that it was weird that I heard a voice at the other side of the door, and when I opened it, no one was there. And I never even thought about that aspect as a scared teenager. This will take a lot of backstory and explaining, but it's worth it. This is one of many stories that I have. Growing up, we lived in a few different houses.

The story is about the current house that my parents live in. My parents' houses have always been haunted. I've always been sensitive to ghosts for as long as I can remember. Every house that we've lived in has been haunted, and I have been haunted, and a few of those ghosts are attached to me still. Even though I'm moved out, things still occur. Most of the ghosts attached are good.

I make sure of it, so don't worry. Anywho, back story time. I will probably be referencing multiple houses, so I'm going to name the current house they live in the Shelby House. When I was younger, we lived in the same neighborhood that they live in now. We moved out of our first house and moved to a couple different houses, and now my parents are living in the same original neighborhood than I grew up in. It is a house a few houses down from our first house.

The Shelby House has had a few different owners, and being a small town, we knew most of the owners. Well, the previous owners, Thomas and Grace, fake names for privacy, were a couple with an empty nest. I'm not sure how long they owned the house before us, but they were the couple that my parents bought the house from. They aren't there now,

but when we moved in, the mailbox and the curb across from it, had rose bushes at the end of the driveway. They had been there for a while. As I said, we knew some of the previous owners of this house, so the rose bushes were there since I've been. I was a kid.

I remember seeing them when we would go visit sometimes. Now, the driveway is horrendous. It's so hard to get out of, and that's very important to the story. Back to the story. So, there were a lot of different incidents of this happening to the point that Grace would make jokes about it to us. When my parents bought the house, Grace said, be careful of the rose bushes.

They're cursed. The roses caused Thomas to die. She made some jokes like, Just make sure you don't run over the roses, and laughed. My parents are super religious, so they didn't believe her, and they don't believe in ghosts or curses.

Well, every time someone related to Thomas and Grace, themselves, friends, family, anybody, would run over those bushes. on the curb opposite to the mailbox, they would have the worst luck for like an entire week. And people would tell Thomas and Grace about it. Now, this is where the story takes a turn. Thomas ran over the rose bush one day,

and a week later, he sadly had a heart attack and died inside the house. That's what led Grace to sell the house to my parents. It's important to note that Thomas was six foot. I have no idea if the previous owners had stuff happened to them because of said rose bushes. Okay, now to how the roses take effect on my family. We hadn't even lived in this house for a month, and my father accidentally ran over the rose bushes one day.

That week, he got some rare type of food poisoning, went septic in the middle of the night, and had to be rushed to the hospital. He passed out at home while in the kitchen and fell and broke his ribs because he hit the floor so hard. The doctor said that it was a miracle he survived. He was in the hospital for at least two months or more and also had to have some type of surgery. Then, my mother ran into the rose bushes on her way to work and she had someone to rearend her. Everyone was fine in the crash, but still, like, what?

So after those two things happened, my parents decided to take the rose bushes on both sides up and just replant different flowers. My parents were too busy to do it, so they told my brother-in-law's sister to do it. My brother-in-law's mother helped them. They all had bad luck and had catastrophic things happen to them for almost a month. I can't remember what they were because it was one after another, almost every single. single day. They replanted different flowers and the new flowers died immediately. No matter how many flowers my family replanted, they would all die. Now, I lived in that house for about a year or so before I moved out. I would always hear footsteps and voices when no one was home. I always had

nightmares of me being haunted and possessed and bad things happening to my family. I would constantly have sleep paralysis, it was to the point where I wouldn't sleep because I was scared to have nightmares, or I'd sleep in my car, or sleep when I would come home from school around lunch. Well, one day I was home alone and eating lunch in the living room, while on the phone with my boyfriend at the time, Owen. From the couch, you can see into my room in the hallway at any angle, pretty much. I was on FaceTime with Owen and watching Gene. like every day when I got home from school around lunchtime. I remember that I was sitting there eating ramen,

and all of a sudden I see this six-foot-tall, dark figure just walk into my room from the hallway. And then I heard someone go into my room. I saw my door open. And I said, Owen, I think someone is in my house. And he said, Okay, get something to protect yourself and stay on the phone. If something happens, I'll call the cops.

I grab a knife from the kitchen, and when I walk into my room and I check out my brother's room and the bathroom, no one is there. A couple of days go by, and the same thing happened. It kept happening. So I told my brother about it, and he said the same would happen to him. The day that I moved out of that house, all of the nightmares of me having possessions and being haunted, and bad things happening to my family, and sleep paralysis, stopped. My brother tells me that he has them now, and most nights he won't sleep in the house.

He'll go to my sister's house and sleep. Every time I go to my parents' house now, I go home with a giant migraine, and I just feel like my entire energy is drained out of me. Back in the summer of 2008, my parents decided that they wanted to take us kids on vacation to the beach. It was something that we had never done before. We never had the money to go on vacation,

but something happened at my dad's work and he ended up getting a major promotion or something. So they wanted to celebrate and do something nice for the family. Now, it was 2008, and I was 14, so I was in that awkward phase between being a kid and a young adult. And let me just say that everything in my wardrobe was black, so I wasn't exactly looking forward to my family bonding time. I'm the middle child and the only girl. My older brother was 17, and my little brother was eight at the time, so while my parents

were talking to my little bro about swimming and building sandcastles and whatnot, I was rolling my eyes thinking that that was dumb. and childish. My point is, I was more independent and I wanted to do my own thing, more than spend time with them, which is actually what kind of led to what happened. I will say that the beach was beautiful, and the whole scenery was quite alluring. One evening, as we were having dinner at a cute little beachside restaurant, I had finished eating and I asked my parents if I could go for a walk on the beach. I wanted to get some alone time just walking in the sand barefoot while listening to my music.

I was allowed to go as long as I didn't go too far or stay out too long. So I quickly grabbed my iPod and started out into the sands. It was as lovely as I'd hoped. The stars, the clouds, the moon and the water rolling into the sand. The beach was deserted at the sand. this point. It was just me and my angsty teenage thoughts. A couple moments into my walk, I went to skip a song on my iPod, and in that half second between it's stopping and playing, I heard something. At first, I thought it was part of the track by the used that I was listening

to, but I paused it to check, and the sound persisted. I pulled my earphones out and listened to see what I was hearing, thinking. it was another person or an animal or something, and it was then that it kind of clicked in my head what the sound was. It sounded like it was a young child crying. I don't know if I would say that it sounded like a baby, but definitely still really young. I looked around for a moment thinking that I just wasn't seeing the child or family

with the crying young one, but there was nobody around at all. I had a weird feeling while I was standing there and listening to it. Like something was off, which, yeah. I was hearing a child crying on an empty beach. I started to walk towards the direction of the crying, thinking maybe it was someone's kid that had gotten lost or something. After following it, I found a small cove that had been formed by some larger rocks,

and I determined that it was definitely coming from inside the cove. It felt eerily secluded from the rest of the beach. And I was just terrified that this was seriously some little kid that had cut and lost and didn't know what to do.

Or, worse, was abandoned. I hopped down into the cove from the higher rocks to see if I could find him, but when I got down there, there was no child. Worse yet, the crying

seemed to have stopped abruptly. Obviously, I was confused, but as I glanced around and shined my little pocket flashlight into the cove, I was certain that there were no children there. What was there, however, was an old, beat-up, stuffed teddy bear, just lying in the damp sand. It was dirty, with signs of wear and tear, and it certainly had been that. there for quite a long time. Honestly, it being

there alone in the cove made the whole thing more disturbing. I picked him up to see if maybe he had one of those little sound maker things in him, but no, he was just an old basic, cheap little teddy bear with a blue sweater.

No noise maker or anything like that in him, just fluff. I looked around to see if there was some sort of speaker or something that could have been playing the sound. just trying to make sense of it, but there wasn't anything there. For a moment, I just held the bear and stared at him. He was a cute little bear, and I thought about taking him with me, thinking that maybe someone had dropped him earlier,

but as I thought about that, something washed over me, and the sound of that crying kind of played in my head. the isolated cove, the crying, the poor forgotten teddy bear, all of it felt off. It kind of felt like I was disturbing something that I wasn't supposed to. I was always into paranormal and spooky stuff, and my mind went to the possibility of the crying sound being from a spirit of a child that maybe lost their life being attached to the bear. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I decided to go ahead and place the bear in the back of the cove, sitting upright so that he could watch the night sky. I actually took one of my bow hair clips off and clipped it to his little sweater.

I don't know why I did that, but part of me thought that it would just make him happy. And if he was happy, maybe the spirit could rest a bit easier too. I told him that he was okay and wished him a good night and went ahead and left the cove. I walked back to my family and I didn't say a word about any of it. Now, looking back, I think I was being a bit silly with how I handled it, but part of me firmly believes that there was a spirit attached to that bear. The crying on the empty beach at night,

him just sitting there in the isolated spot, and the fact that there was that certain energy when I thought about taking him. I don't know. It just makes me think that I did the right thing. The whole thing was a bit haunting for sure, and it really does give me chills when I think about it more. Was this some kind of haunted item? Attached spirit?

Or was it just a bear, and I'm a bit loopy? Who knows? All I know is that it was weird, and there was something about it that made me feel the whole thing was supernatural. And if it was the spirit of a child, I hope that I helped it in some way. In 2020, at the beginning of COVID, I had just given birth. At this time, I could only have one other person in the room with me my entire stay at the hospital.

Of course, my kid's father was there, but the third day, He left to clean up our house and get everything prepared for me and the baby. I had gotten sick and had a C-section, so I had to stay for about four to five days. Well, while he was away, a nurse named Kelly said that she would be helping me throughout the day and spending time with me so I didn't feel lonely while Dad was gone. I couldn't really hold my baby due to me being sick and the pain from the C-section, so my nurses would come in every time it was time to feed. I noticed when they came in they wouldn't acknowledge Kelly,

and she would go to the furthest part of the room, and would tell me, I'm just going to get out of the way. Now, she did tell me that she didn't specialize in what they did, so she was just for comfort. So I didn't really question anything. The entire day, she was so helpful and encouraging to me, I really believe that I would have broken down if she wasn't in there with me. She was such a sweetheart.

Well, after about five or six hours, she told me that she had to leave, and that she would come to visit me before her shift was over to see how I was doing. She hugged me and blew a kiss at my baby and then walked out of the room. Later that night, Dad came back and he was very upset. He told me some stuff happened with his mom and that he was sorry he took so long. I was upset, but I told him that a nurse named Kelly kept me company. As I'm telling him about her, my nurse is changing my sheets, and she's like, who's Kelly?

I explained, and she said that nobody named Kelly was in my room or working that day. So, I instantly thought about those women who would pretend to be nurses and kidnap children. But my nurse told me that I may just be hallucinating, and she told my doctor. I talked to my doctor, and he said the same thing. A couple of hours later, a nurse that I didn't recognize came into my room and said, I know this might sound crazy, but everyone on the floor is talking about you seeing Kelly. And I said, yeah, she was here with me for like seven hours today. She helped out a lot.

We're smiling and laughing while I was. telling her about Kelly and how sweet and funny she was, and then she pulled up her phone and showed me a picture of her and Kelly that looked to be like it was in the early 2000s. I was smiling, knowing that I wasn't hallucinating. Then, she sat down and told me that Kelly died over ten years ago, due to domestic violence from her boyfriend. I wasn't too shocked because my entire life I've been dealing with the paranormal.

But I got chills because I never had an encounter this deep. Well, the lady gave me a hug and started crying, saying, Now I know that she is okay. Ever since that day, I've been wondering, why did Kelly come into my room to help me? And I kind of wish that I could see her again. This is a ghost story, I guess. If I'm being honest, I'm not really sure myself.

For a little backstory, it was my 13th birthday, and me and my friends were going to hang out all day, and then they were going to stay the night. My grandparents had a huge farm, so, of course, we were all going to stay there. The girls would sleep with me in the camper, and the boys would sleep in the house about 80 to 90 feet away from us. There were four girls, including myself, and then the boys. We decided that we would play hide-and-seek at night before we would hit the sack.

Boys were finders, girls were hiders. We decided to hide in the far back of the land, where there were tractor parts and such. Now, right beside us was a driveway in the woods that wasn't ever really used. This driveway also led to the road about a mile away. So we got quiet, and of course the adrenaline was already high. from the excitement of hiding. Everything was still except for the crickets. Then, as if we were in a movie,

loud thumping footsteps rang through the woods right on the driveway that I was talking about. We froze. The boys were on the other side of the land by the farms, so there was no way that it was them, and there was no way to warn them. It was about 30 minutes before the boys made their way over, which is when the footsteps stopped.

We were all freaking out as we tried to tell the boys, but they didn't care, and then they went to the house to sleep. So, as shook up as we were, we went to our little camper and settled in. Now, the other girls fell asleep quickly, but I stayed up because, well, I'm almost an insomniac. It was maybe one in the morning, and I started staring at the camper ceiling, when the footsteps were thumping again, but this time it got a lot closer. I looked out the camper window, which luckily had blinds that were thin, to see a silhouette. I stopped completely and stared at this thing, and then it spoke in a gravelly voice.

It said, You better be careful next time. I will admit that I was crying from fear, but I'm not going to let this person play with me like this, so I opened the blinds just to see nothing. It was completely empty. I thought I was going insane until I heard the footsteps walking away and a very low giggle. Not like a kid giggling, but like a man giggling. I never spoke of this to anyone because, well, who was going to listen to a 13-year-old.

When I was seven, I used to live in the middle of nowhere. and I do mean nowhere. Our next-door neighbor was a ten-minute drive. The nearest town, if you can even call it that, more like a street with homes on it, was about 20, and the nearest form of city or town larger than that was about an hour and a half.

The house itself was a typical farmhouse, and I was in the first bedroom with a view to the long driveway. While we stayed there, it always felt odd to me. Maybe because we were so far from anywhere, or maybe it was the vibe, but it was here that I had this experience, my first ever experience, and I'll never forget it. On one night, I awoke to the sounds of quiet talking. It first sounded like that loud whisper when you're trying to be quiet, but have more volume. than you need. At first, I thought it was my parents, since I was very close to where the kitchen was,

but as I sat and listened and the whispering became louder, I noticed that these were not my parents, but rather two male voices. My first thought wasn't anything supernatural, but rather simply thieves. I just sat there listening to them as they got louder and louder. The two were just talking and one would ask simple questions like, What is this thing? Or what is that thing holding that thing up? And the second would answer but be so beyond wrong,

but yet have that tone of just simply answering a question. At this time, the voices sounded like they were right beside me, just talking away. And as I turned my eyes around, the curious one asked about an object in my room that I was looking at. and of course the second one would answer it, but get it super wrong. These voices that sounded like they were right beside me were somehow using my eyes to look. Needless to say, I'm a kid at this point, and I'm scared. And what does a kid do when they're scared? And they go to their parents.

I snuck into their room and went to sleep between them, but before that, the first asked, are you sure that kid's not aware of us? The second responded, of course not. That really freaked me out. That was my first ever experience with something that I just could not explain, and that was the only time I ever heard of the two. I'm in my 30s now, and honestly, I have a few thoughts on it, but I'm more curious if anyone else has ever had an experience like this before,

of having heard two phantom voices, with one asking questions, and the other just being an idiot. Recently, I've mentioned to my mother about my interest in paranormal experiences, which I then asked her if she'd had any. She replied with a few stories, but one stuck out to me. The story begins with toddler me eating breakfast and my mother in the kitchen. I turned to her and asked Mommy, can you make that cat stop staring at me? At the time, we had a cat named Piper, so she thought I was talking about, well, Piper.

She told me that she can't do anything about Piper looking at me, and I responded, Not Piper, the white and orange cat. This got her confused. We didn't have a white and orange cat. She asked me what I was talking, talking about and I said, you know, the cat right there. And then I pointed to the couch. She didn't see anything. Later, out of curiosity, she asked our neighbors about the cat that I saw.

They told her that they did have a cat, but the only white and orange one they've ever owned had passed away. So, my mother and I think that I saw our neighbors dead cat. To start, I'm 31 and male. The first event happens around 15 years ago. My grandpa had kind of an old-timey gangster vibe. Nice suit, fedoras, clean cut. I was super interested in history as a kid. Grandpa was a Navy World War II vet, so me and him got along really well.

We used to hang out for hours reading or watching World War II history and building models. My parents named me after him, and I've just always felt close to him. He passed away when I was around 15. It hurt my dad and I pretty bad. I have five siblings that didn't seem to care much about it, but it was crushing for my dad and I. So, we really built a bond through it all. So one day my dad brings home a bunch of my grandpa's old clothes. He was a pretty wealthy guy and had a ton of really nice clothes.

My dad lays piles and piles of clothes on his bed, telling me that I can look through them and have whatever I want. We hang out for a bit, looking at them, and then he leaves to go get more stuff. I'm trying on different suits, looking at myself in the big mirror in my parents' bathroom. Eventually, I put on one that just kind of feels different. Dark brown tweed, brass trims. I found it in this old canvas bag. It's big, but I felt really cool.

I get the pants, vest, and jacket on, and walk into the bathroom. Getting adjusted while standing in front of the mirror, I look down at the hat for a second, and then look back at the mirror. Time feels like it totally stands still. I'm looking at myself in the mirror, but it's not me. I know that I'm in my parents' bathroom looking at myself in the mirror, but it's not my reflection. It's my grandpa looking back at me in the mirror.

I've never seen a picture of him when he was young, but I knew that it was him. It felt a little eerie at first, almost like I was trapped or being watched. Then, I felt this kind of brushing pressure on my chest, like someone was wiping blood. dirt off the lapels of the suit. I felt this wave of calm come over me. I felt like he was there with me, straightening the suit up to make sure that I look good. I couldn't help but just stare at the reflection.

I don't know how to explain it, but it just felt really nice. Then, it was just gone. I felt shocked for a moment and then just really sad and couldn't fight the tears from coming. I found out eventually from my grandma that he had bought that suit as a present to himself when he started his business after he got out of the Navy. Apparently he hadn't worn it for years until he had it tailored to wear to my baptism. To her memory, he put it in a canvas bag after and she hadn't seen him wear it since.

I felt it again on my wedding day. Getting adjusted in the mirror, being nervous. I felt that pressure on my chest again. just a gentle sense of calm. It felt like he was there with me, was wearing a different suit, but I still felt it. I didn't need that shot of whiskey I was about to take, and went on to have one of the best days of my life.

I still have it. It didn't fit me until I was in my mid-20s, and I've had it tailored a few times now, but I wear it whenever I get the chance. When I was about to take it, 10 years old, we were living in a horseshoe-shaped housing estate. One way in, same way out. As you first came into the street, there were bungalows, maybe five or six with elderly

residents, and then family homes after that. One of the older residents was a lady called Ms. Green. She was the grandmother of my school friend who did not live in that estate. One afternoon, my sister and I, she was a year older than me, came walking up the hill and into the estate coming home from school. Ms. Green was standing on the little path that led to her door, looking very distressed. We asked her if she was okay. She said, I can't get back into my house. I asked if she had lost her key, and she replied,

No, I just can't get back in. She was holding a small clip purse, wallet in America, and she opened it. There was a small amount of change in it, and on top of the change was a single key. I lifted it out and asked her if that was her front door key. She replied with, Yes, please, will you help me get back in? We said, of course, and walked up her path. I was a bit worried about her as she was acting so strange.

My sister put the key in the door and turned it, and just then, the lady from across the road shouted, Get away from there, what are you doing? You're morbid. We turned to look at her, and I said that we were just helping Miss Green. I looked back to see that she must have already gone back into the house, so we left and went home. I asked my mom what morbid meant, and told her what happened. She said that Miss Green had gone.

gone out back the night before to get coal for the fire. All the houses had coal fires. It was Ireland in the 70s. And she had slipped and fallen outside the back door and was unable to move. Her body had been found that morning. She died mostly from the cold, but she'd also damaged her hip in the fall.

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