Let's hear your personal ghost stories
I was recently at a friend's house and his siblings had all their friends over and we got to talking about scary stuff we've experienced since it was Friday the 13th. So we're talking and no one had experienced anything paranormal, just weird noises in the basement and whatnot.
Then one of the girls there started telling us about an encounter she had where this ghost was in her room near her bed. She said the ghost looked like a little girl with a weird white face that had white eyes, and these black vertical lines going down both eyes. The figure also had fangs and she could only see the top half of the figure's body. She said she just got out of her room that night and hasn't seen it since. Weird thing is her friend then claimed she experienced a similar thing and both of them live near each other.
Anyways, I found it pretty interesting. She had no reason to lie about it and didn't seem like the type of person to just make stuff up. Whether it was a dream or a real encounter doesn't matter to me. I still thought it was interesting, so now I want to hear about your paranormal encounters too!
Then one of the girls there started telling us about an encounter she had where this ghost was in her room near her bed. She said the ghost looked like a little girl with a weird white face that had white eyes, and these black vertical lines going down both eyes. The figure also had fangs and she could only see the top half of the figure's body. She said she just got out of her room that night and hasn't seen it since. Weird thing is her friend then claimed she experienced a similar thing and both of them live near each other.
Anyways, I found it pretty interesting. She had no reason to lie about it and didn't seem like the type of person to just make stuff up. Whether it was a dream or a real encounter doesn't matter to me. I still thought it was interesting, so now I want to hear about your paranormal encounters too!
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So I dunno, might have been something.
... which sucks because it kills the "magic" or "mystery". Kinda like if someone explained how a ride at Disney worked or how Velma from Scooby Doo debunks everything. lol
I saw a weird shadow figure last night on the wall but I was half asleep, ate half a bag of banana chips and was watching Poltergeist.
So I dunno, might have been something.
Probably just shit wind ghosts, bud.
I saw a weird shadow figure last night on the wall but I was half asleep, ate half a bag of banana chips and was watching Poltergeist.
So I dunno, might have been something.
Probably just shit wind ghosts, bud.
More than likely the winds of shit are upon us, you can feel it...The way the shit clings to the air.
I feel a shiticane coming on here shortly.
In 1976 I had just started working in the media center of the library on a small college campus. I have always done sound work as a hobby for theater productions and was approached by the director of a show for some help. After work I would go to the theater (which was connected to the library) to work on stuff. Given the time of day (about 5:00 pm) and the fact that it was summer the theater was usually empty then. It was a fairly large theater - 1000 seats. One afternoon I was behind the flats laying down some zip cord. I heard someone walk across the stage and stop in the middle. I yelled out "Hello" and got no response. I got up and walked over to the nearest entrance to the stage (from the flats) and there was no one there. If someone had exited through the flats I would have seen them. The nearest exit doors would have made noise and the rear ones were too far back for someone to have exited without running (and making noise). Also someone moving rapidly from the stage would have made noise.
While I don't believe it was necessarily something supernatural I also don't have a good explanation for it.
After working there awhile I started hearing ghost stories about the theater - being new I hadn't heard them before this happened. (Although since I had worked in various theaters before this I assumed there would be - kinda goes with the territory.)
I took a trip with the author to "Bunnyman bridge", a place of urban legend in Northen VA... The author took some photos, and later found something that appeared to be a creepy ghost face when looking at them later.
When I was let's say 14, I was sleeping at my Grandma's in the living room on her couch. I was laying on my side, and woke up to my open arm sticking straight up in the air. I pulled and was absolutely not able to nudge my arm or anything, it was freaky as all hell....happened for like 30+ seconds and then it just dropped and all went back to normal.
I didn't put too much stock into it until a few days later I was watching some paranormal show on TV and somebody explained the EXACT same thing happening to them.
Believe it or not, but it was F-R-E-A-K-Y.
I got a decent one that still freaks me out a bit to this day...
When I was let's say 14, I was sleeping at my Grandma's in the living room on her couch. I was laying on my side, and woke up to my open arm sticking straight up in the air. I pulled and was absolutely not able to nudge my arm or anything, it was freaky as all hell....happened for like 30+ seconds and then it just dropped and all went back to normal.
I didn't put too much stock into it until a few days later I was watching some paranormal show on TV and somebody explained the EXACT same thing happening to them.
Believe it or not, but it was F-R-E-A-K-Y.
Pretty weird man. I would've freaked out. Let's hope that was sleep paralysis or something similar.
When I lived alone I dreamt/hallucinated a very loud noise next to me in bed. Scared the holy shit out of me
Happens to me all the time. I sit and wait for more noises before eventually going back to sleep. That happens and then sometimes my eyes will open while I'm asleep so I'm seeing my actual surroundings with hallucinations from my dreaming on top of it. One time I watched a shape drip down from the ceiling to form some type of creature looking at me. Sucks.
I had a series of very crazy dreams after graduating from college that featured the same entity. What happened in one of these particular dreams still scares the shit out of me when I think about it.
Background:
I was single, post-college, sleeping on the wood floor of my empty apartment the night before moving out. May have had a nip of some sort of alcohol that night before falling asleep but not much. I may or may have not started reading occult literature at that time.
The Dream:
There I was standing inside a dark small town grocery/convenience store a few feet from the store's vestibule (inner/outer sliding doors) facing the exit. The atmosphere is dark, dank, cold, and eerie with shades of blue and black glaring through the store's front windows. A young man about 18 or low 20's suddenly appears. He is standing between the outer sliding doors making them open and close....open and close...I notice he is wearing a tattered hoodie and pants which are very dirty like they have been buried. I then look up at his face. His hair is dark and messy, his eyes are black and there is dried blood on his face. He is staring directly at me. At first his expression is blank, but then turns awry into a slightly sinister smirk.
Creeped out, I make a decision to hurry toward the inner sliding door to lock it, but he appears instantly inside the store; standing there in front of me. Terrified, I run away back into the store, through the aisles, looking for a place to hide but there was nowhere. I head to one of the aisles at the back and lay down on my back in the absolute pitch-blackness. It is silent, but that silence is thwarted by faint footsteps walking toward me. The sounds becoming gradually louder. Closer, AND CLOSER, he comes, AND THEN, as i'm quivering in fear laying on the ground looking up enveloped in the absolute darkness, it gets completely silent for a few seconds. I then hear a subtle rustling of clothes over me, similar to what it sounds like when someone bends over to pickup something up.
I hear an inhale and then "BOOOOOOOOM!" I hear something (not a boy, but a man or beast mayhaps?) explosively shout into my face (while still staring up at the darkness) and I hear and feel the sharp resonance of dark energy throughout my entire being.
I instantly wakeup to the shout, and in a half-dream state laying down, I instantly hear a low/gruff, but noble voice in my mind's eye convey a sentence involving two symbols which I vividly saw while he spoke. He said something like "blah blah blah with this/the shield (I see a symbol of a shield blazoned in gold ) and this/the ring (I see a ring symbol blazoned in gold)"...and then I wakeup for real completely starstruck. It was probably around 6am. I wasn't able to fall back asleep.
...
That's the house I spent the longest time at, of any place I ever lived. To clarify, it wasn't purchased for me originally; my dad bought it with the intent to fix it up as a place to retire. If you know my dad, you'd know why fifteen years later, he has yet to retire, and they never bothered moving into it. I did manage to wind up going to college within an hour's commute of the house though, and my parents weren't going to charge rent, so I moved in and lived there for nine years; yeah, rent free, with the proviso that I pulled weeds and fixed sprinklers At times I had roommates, but most of the time I was alone.
I never felt bothered living there, it was very peaceful to me. But there were specific places (outside and within the house) where people I let over would feel "funny," as in dread. And it was always the SAME places, even among different people. But the place where people had the *worst* feelings was always on the front patio, facing toward the house across the street. Some people couldn't deal with being on the patio for too long (which sucked, since it was pretty well equipped and a usual hangout.) They would always point "over there," across the street, toward the nearest home to us. Everyone said the same thing: "I really feel like something horrible happened, just over there."
I really didn't care, 'till one Christmas when we got an invite to a holiday party there. It was a nicely printed, laminated invite from: "The _______ Institution." (Sorry, this is an actual true story, redacted.) I always knew the property across the street wasn't quite a house. It was very well landscaped, and had a lot of coming and going. Turns out it was a manic-depressive halfway house. Not that that is in itself spooky at all, but it is strange to know you live quite near a home full of institutionalized people (though not criminally so; in fact, a cousin of mine I'm somewhat estranged with lived there for a time later on, after a suicide attempt... Never visited her though.) The holiday party was sort of a "neighborly" event they held every year, with the stated purpose of allowing the residents to feel social, but it was left un-stated that donations were expected.
I had no desire to go, but it got me curious enough to Google the place. Googling the address led to some... Very interesting things.
It turns out before it was converted to a half-way house this place had been used as a... Cryogenic freezing center. In other words, people's bodies were frozen in liquid nitrogen (or just heads, or dogs,) and stored there. In fact, some of the articles referenced (I swear I'm not kidding) that in the seventies, the owners claimed they had rescucitated some frozen dogs. Now yeah, THAT was sort of creepy... And yet I had no sense to feel the "dread" that everyone who went anywhere near the front of the house felt. But as if that wasn't bad enough...
The cryogenic freezing center was shut down at some point in the eighties, due to foul play. It turns out the owner's mother had gone missing. Well, more accurately, her head had gone missing from her body. It was found frozen, and determined that she had been alive when it was removed.
...
So there were other creepy things about the house, actually (my house that is.) Old film negatives were left in the garage, that appeared to show people on their deathbeds in hospitals/hospice. A small shack existed near the rear of the property, that we discovered was filled with dynamite (!) pickling jars, and a lone chain hanging from the ceiling with a chair under it. Then there were shootings at another of our neighbors' places a few houses down (drug dealers.) All of those things would be icing on the cake to tell anyone who visited, to the story of how frozen bodies/murders had occurred just yards from the place, and I would usually explain that in response to their volunteered claim to feeling "a bit weird" in the front yard.
Actually, my mom made my dad sell it because she's too scared to live there (not because of ghosts, but because of coyotes and snakes.) I guess she's as spiritually insensitive as me, because I never felt bad there (well, unless I was having an argument with my girlfriend) and I really am going to regret never being able to go back. Good luck to the new owners, maybe I'll leave them a hidden note about the place across the street
A month or two later I bought a large bottle of liquid soap, went upstairs and stood it up on a flat spot on the counter next to the sink. Then I went back downstairs, sat on the couch and didn't move from there for 3-4 hours while watching television. Out of nowhere we hear this loud bang upstairs so I went up to check it out and somehow the soap had leaped off the counter and was sitting in the middle of the floor. It's just the 2 of us living here and we never moved from the couch the whole time. Extremely weird.
But my parents aren't so...logical. Here's the story as they've told it to me.
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My only weird thing was when I was pretty young. It might have been a nightmare or I was half asleep but one night I felt like there was a guy standing over my bed watching me...it only happened once.
Other then that...nothing.
One night, I was in my grandparents' house (I visited them pretty often) on the bed in the guest bedroom, which was formerly my mom's room. If I had to guess it was probably like 10 or 11 PM, and I was trying to fall asleep. As I was twisting and turning just trying to get comfortable, I notice something out of the corner of my eye: A shadow on the open door to the guest bedroom. I look at it, and it is 100% the shadow of a human. The thing that stuck out about it though was the hair... it had the exact same hairstyle that my pretty recently deceased brother Hayden had. Of course, being 8 or 9 years old, I did the logical thing any kid would do and swing the covers over me and wait. Next thing I remember is waking up the next day under the covers and nothing unusual happening afterwards.
Now, beyond being paranormal there are two possible explanations for this that I could think of:
1: It was the shadow of my granddad as he was getting up for whatever reason in the middle of the night, and the hair being so similar to my brother's was just my overactive imagination playing tricks on me. This doesn't seem too likely to me, as I knew my grandmother was asleep and my granddad almost never gets up in the middle of the night, not to mention the fact that shadow was just sitting there motionless, instead of actually moving like a normal human.
2: It was just a dream. Again, this doesn't seem too likely to me, for a few reasons. Reason number one is that my dreams, especially back then, are almost never actually realistic, they're usually pretty far fetched from reality. Reason number two, I remember it very vividly, and the vast majority of my dreams from back then I either don't remember at all or very vaguely remember. Reason number three, I pulled the covers over me and stayed under there until I managed to fall asleep, and the next morning I actually did wake up under the covers.
So yeah, there probably is a logical explanation, maybe I'm just remembering it wrong, maybe there was no shadow at all and I was just seeing things, but either way that's the closest I could think of to a personal paranormal story of mine.
Originally posted by: bootload
Earlier this year I woke up at 4:15am to the default iPhone ringtone somewhere in the house. My house is anti-Apple so I thought maybe I was dreaming until my girlfriend woke up and said, "Is that your phone?" I jumped out of bed and ran down stairs to try and find the source but as soon as I hit the stairs it stopped and I never found any explanation for it.
A month or two later I bought a large bottle of liquid soap, went upstairs and stood it up on a flat spot on the counter next to the sink. Then I went back downstairs, sat on the couch and didn't move from there for 3-4 hours while watching television. Out of nowhere we hear this loud bang upstairs so I went up to check it out and somehow the soap had leaped off the counter and was sitting in the middle of the floor. It's just the 2 of us living here and we never moved from the couch the whole time. Extremely weird.
Honestly, that first one sounds less paranormal and more like someone broke in to your house, had their phone go off and fled afterwards... That's more scary to me than a haunted IPhone IMO.
So we start the ghost tour and as we are walking to the various locations our guide is telling us all about the random things people have seen or heard in the area, and mentioning how dogs lose their minds in certain areas at night. The tour brings us back through the area we were in just before and the guide mentions that this particular area was were a lot of the soldiers had made camp and so people in the past had reported hearing or seeing stuff, and one of the most common things was that they smelled the strong scent of a cigar being smoked! It was probably just a coincidence that I smelled it when I did, but I still thought it was pretty cool that it could have been something paranormal.
This teacher was apparently a ghost hunter back in the day with all the equipment and everything. He was going through a graveyard one night and saw a tombstone that someone had knocked over. He decided to fix the tombstone and put it back up. Later that night as he was getting ready to go to bed, he said a man's spirit came to the foot of his bed and said thank you.
While driving home from work one day, I noticed waaaay up in the air a rather bright light. It wasn't blinding or anything but it was quite noticeable when you saw it, especially at a time when no stars were visible in the sky. As I was driving down the interstate I just kept staring at it. No one was near me so there wasn't much harm in watching traffic with my peripheral vision. I was trying to figure out if it was a really high helicopter or just a plane that was so far away that it appeared to not be moving. I moved my head and body back and forward, leaned forward/backward, etc. just to be sure it wasn't a glare on my windshield.
Honestly I stared at the thing for at least 20-30 seconds and, then bam, it shot off faster than I'd ever seen anything move until it disappeared.
Here's the thing, I really don't believe in aliens and I'm chief amongst the many who rolls their eye at any story of aliens visiting this world, abducting people or even thinking that Roswell, NM has anything to do with aliens or super-advanced military aircraft. That said, I've not found a good explanation for this phenomenon. It wasn't a glare on my windshield and if "light was bouncing off of the atmosphere" it's something I've never seen again. It was legitimately fixed in the sky, probably very high up, but hard to tell without knowing the size of the object, and it was there and then within 1-2 seconds, it was completely gone. I just don't know? Really, I have no clue what would cause this but it did happen.
I should mention (for the conspiracy theorist!) that this was over/near Fort Jackson, SC which is not far from Shaw AFB which is the home many stealth fighters and is also near McIntire ANG which is also a sizable National Guard installation with numerous air fighters, apaches and other advanced military aircraft. Yeah, this doesn't mean anything to me but it's that time of year where people like to go spooky-crazy, so I'll add the facts. B-)
I was finishing off a tub of yogurt one day and looked at the expiry date as I finished the last bite... two years overdue.
So you're a ghost now?
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
"You know, yesterday something very odd happened. It actually left me with a bout of insomnia last night, just due to the circumstances and whatnot. So I recently moved and changed postal boxes, as you know, to a local one. And with this new PO Box, I've only used the address / given it out to you and a few locals, to receive parcels and what not. I don't think my gf even knows the new box's address.
Anyway, yesterday I decided to stop by before heading back to work, and saw that I had received a notice for a parcel. I figured it must have been the one that you had sent to me, as I had received everything else I had ordered locally, and wasn't expecting any other parcels. So I take the notice to the counter and receive a parcel, and I immediately see it was local, from someone within the country. Hmm. Feeling the outside of the package, I can tell it is a SNES cart of sorts, hmm well I don't remember ordering anything of the like, but my name was on it, maybe it was just a mistake. So I take the package and open it at my work.
Well at work, I see there is a (licensed, non fake) version of Super Mario Kart inside. No note, nothing. Even stranger though, is that there was 355$ Taiwan dollars also included in the parcel, roughly about $12 USD. So I thought maybe this was a refund and a gift for another purchase I had made and never received / forgotten about, but last night I checked my records and I received everything, and also the guy's name / address is from Taipei, and does not match any of the addresses for people I have recently dealt with (who would have access to the new address). There is a phone number on the package but I am honestly weary about calling it.
Another interesting thing about the parcel itself, although written / addressed in Chinese, and to my Chinese name, the seller also wrote "To" and "From" in English. Hmm.
Now so it is certainly an odd thing, but where comes the insomnia / paranoia bit? I had forgotten about the package until last night after getting home from my evening job, and then removed it again, and began thinking about something I heard awhile back.
Well, about a year ago I had read some news articles in Taiwan talking about some creepy habits that some local people will do, to "help" their deceased / unmarried daughters, who had been killed by suicide, in car accidents, etc. The people would put money inside an envelop, with a little bit sticking out, and also put in some hair or token from their deceased daughter. Then they would lay the envelop on the ground in a public area, and wait for someone to come by, be lured by the money, and take it. By accepting, it is somewhat a symbol that you are agreeing to marry their deceased daughter, and thus allowing her to be rested and happy in the afterworld. So creepy! So seeing the (semi modest) amount of money being sent, I immediately started thinking about this, but luckily I saw no tokens of ...er...well hair or anything.
Another thing odd, then I looked up the number 355 (the amount of money) itself last night, as Chinese / Taiwanese put a lot of significance to numbers and meanings. So I did the Google search "number 355 meaning" and the top hits all said that the number is an "Angel Number". Now it was 1:00 A.M. when I see this, and my heart really started pounding then, I really started to get weird feelings. So I started to read one of the pages but then stopped, deciding that I didn't want to read any more or think any more about the mysterious package, especially that late at night.
So the whole night, I just felt overcome with dread and worry, and weird feelings, and I even forced my cat to sleep with me to offer some peace of mind. At one point I could have sworn I heard something (not my cat) in the apartment, but I think it was just the wind or my imagination.
I know the whole thing sounds crazy, and I am probably making a much bigger deal out of this all than should have been made. Either way, the whole thing still unnerved me, and last night was a terrible night for sleep. Living in a country where most of the people are superstitious certainly has a way of messing with your mind.
I'll take a picture of that accursed package later and send it your way. Also ironically enough, sometimes in the evenings I'll have a beer or two after work while unwinding at the end of the day, but yesterday I decided just to stay healthy and have some grapes and a glass of water. So I'm not sure what was exactly going on."
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
That's because the 'ego' while alive versus after death often does not have the same 'character' it once had as it's no longer bound by human constraints. I'd assume it's similar to how a human sees a puny gnat.
In other words, honey badger don't care.