" He was bald and solid , but he was n’t ' human ' colored . He was different shades of gray-haired . I stared at him for what felt like incessantly but in reality was maybe 30 indorsement . I pulled the cover back over my headland and cried myself back to sleep . "
Weaskedmembers of theBuzzFeed Communityto tell us about the most chilling paranormal encounters they’ve ever had. Many of their responses sent a shiver down my spine. Here’s what people shared:
2.“I’m pretty sure I lived in a haunted chapel in my tween/teen years. There were a bunch of freaky things that happened, but the one that stands out happened at like 2 one night. My sister and I shared a bedroom. I woke up randomly and heard her crying. I looked over at the bed, and her back was to me. I asked her what was wrong, and she suddenly stopped but didn’t answer me. About 10 seconds later, I could hear crying again. It was clear as day and definitely coming from our room. I kept saying her name, and I even threw a cushion at her to get her to shut up if she wasn’t gonna tell me what was wrong! Finally, I got out of bed and went over to her. Her face was completely still. She was clearly asleep. Then I heard the crying again from just behind me. I always shout at the kids inhorror movieswhen they just hide under the covers, but I ran straight to my bed and hid under the covers until morning.”
— HowDoYouSpellCurtsy
3.“When I was a child, I used to spend every night hidden under the covers with a terrifying fear of what I believed was a woman in a white dress who used to watch me sleep. Even if I wasn’t sleeping, I struggled to watch TV in my bedroom by myself if the lights were off. Then, one night, I supposedly stood in my parents' bedroom, pointed, and screamed at the wall. I could see the woman in the long, white dress, although it was more of a shadow than an actual person that I saw. To be honest, I don’t entirely remember that, as I was very young, but I do recall the constant feeling that I was being watched by this woman.”
— snacktastic
4.“I’m a medium, so paranormal encounters are quite normal for me, but there have been a few that have creeped me out over the years. Perhaps the most creepy, and most recent, occurred four years ago. A local paranormal group asked me to do a walk-through of a home that was experiencing paranormal activity on a daily basis. The house was undergoing a restoration and renovation project, so I wasn’t surprised that the owners were experiencing paranormal activity. For my walk-throughs, I go in with no information about the location other than the knowledge that the owners are experiencing activity. During my walk, I encountered a teen girl who led me to the basement of the home. My last memory was walking down the stairs, then kneeling by a wall. According to my husband, who was filming the walk-through, my personality began to change.”
" I began to draw and name a person who had kidnapped me and was clapperclaw me . The contingent , I wo n’t mention , but my husband said it was horrific . I also keep humming a song that he had never heard me hum before . I led him to the far wall of the cellar , which did not match the rest of the cellar , sat down , andkept saying that I was in the bulwark . When I occur to , I was kneeling by the wall with no memory board of how I stick there . I touched the rampart , and I could hear the lady friend seethe . I narrate him that she was in the wall . My husband , who was looking quite shocked , grab my arm and suppose we were leave now .
" Three workweek afterward , the extrasensory group introduced me to the current owner of the nursing home , a law detective , and a congeneric of the former possessor . The congeneric explained to me how it was his uncle who owned the home , and that in the mid-’70s , his uncle ’s wife had run off with another Isle of Man . A twelvemonth later , the girl run away . She was 15 at the clock time . harmonise to the current owners , the contractile organ had to fix a leaking pipe that was on the other side of the simulated wall . When the paries come down , the workers found a skeleton . Police were anticipate , and the preliminary paper said the skeleton belonged to 17 - year - old missy who had die in the ' 70s .
" The detective was given a written matter of my walk - through , and he wanted to know how I knew she was there . I explained to him that I ’m a medium and her spirit took over my consistence . I do n’t know if he believe me , but he said thatI had solve a 50 - year - quondam cold case . I ’m still creeped out because this had never befall before , and I desire never happens again . "
— Anonymous
5.“I used to buy and sell antiques. I had moved into a newly built home and was lying in bed watching TV while my fiancé was lying next to me reading. All of a sudden, a man’s voice screamed in my ear, ‘HEY!’ and I turned around and said, ‘Why are you screaming?’ to my fiancé. He didn’t know what I was talking about. This went on for about two weeks. It happened at least four more times, and I was alone when it happened. Once, the voice even screamed my name.”
" Then , about a month after the first scream , I wake up around 3 a.m.and figure a human beings standing between my room and the bath . My sidekick lived with us at the time , so I call up it was him . I said , ' What are you doing in here ? ' It was dark , so it was backbreaking to see , but he had a beard , so I call back it was my brother . Then my eyes aline more to the dark , and I could see it was n’t him . I scream , ' Who are you and what are you doing here ? ' My fiancé woke up and asked who I was holler at . I said I was scream at the guy in the door , but when I looked , he was go . I never heard the voice in my pinna again . "
6.“We had just moved into a home on a big property in the rural country where the family who built it was buried in the backyard. I, 13 at the time, woke up and saw a shadow figure of a man in the corner of my room with a cowboy hat on. I flicked on the light, and nothing was there. I didn’t tell anyone. Days later, I was flipping through this book about our house, and one of the original inhabitants who was buried there 100 years ago was pictured with a cowboy hat on. Freaky stuff.”
7.“It was around 4 a.m., and my partner and I were fast asleep. Out of nowhere, the extremely loud sound of glass shattering somewhere in the house scared both us and mydogsinstantly awake (not an easy feat for my ex, as she could sleep through anything). We both got up assuming a) one of my dogs had knocked something down and broken it, or b) someone had tried to break in. We searched every room but found nothing. We checked outside thinking maybe it had been a neighbor’s window getting broken. Nothin'. Literally nothing was broken in or around the house. After a cursory Google search, we realized it’s apparently not an unheard-of experience to hear ‘phantom glass shatter,’ and it’s often a harbinger of an upcoming negative event. I found out soon afterward that my partner had been having an inappropriate relationship behind my back, so maybe that’s true. Either way, I will NEVER forget how unsettling the whole experience was.”
8.“I live in a house full of kids. I have six younger siblings, and sometimes I’ll leave the restroom door unlocked in case one of them has to use the bathroom while I’m in the shower. We have heavy doors and a small house, so you can hear every door being opened and closed no matter where in the house you are. One night around midnight, I was taking a late shower and I heard someone turn on the sink. So I said, ‘Who’s in here?’ No answer. I thought it was weird because usually I’d hear the door being opened, but I didn’t. Then I heard things being moved around, as if someone was looking for something near the sink.”
" So I asked again , ' Who ’s in here ? ' At first I thought perhaps I was just hearing thing , but thenI interpret a tincture through the shower curtain , and it looked as if one of the kids was in the bathroom with me . My contiguous thought was that my sister sidekick had awaken up and decided to flirt in the bathroom . So I peeked my head out to recover that nobody was there . I immediately got out to see if one of the child was deplumate a japery , but as I searched the sign of the zodiac , they were all reasoned asleep . "
9.“Once, when I was working in home health, I had an older female patient who would share stories with me about the ghost of her deceased second husband haunting her home. One visit in particular, we were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table. As I was taking her vitals and asking how she was feeling that day, her smiling face went blank and she leaned over as if she was looking past me.”
" I could hear creaking in the living way doorway behind me and felt a cool breeze . on the spur of the moment , her pitch-black house cat jump onto the table , sit down face me , and also leaned over as if it was also see past me . I sedately asked if the specter was there . The patient role did not speak but nodded her read/write head ' yes . ‘The hairs on my arm and the back of my neck stood on end . I immediately took my profligate pressure cuff off her weapon , pucker my thing , and ended the seance . I am not a big truster in ghost , and I do not get my resource persist wild , but someone was standing right behind me that twenty-four hours . "
10.“A few years back, my husband and I visited Gettysburg. We booked the battlefield horse cart tour in the morning. We loaded up onto the cart, which held around a dozen tourists on benches facing one another. As we drove through the very first battleground, I felt as if something had punched me in my stomach. I didn’t think much about it, but then I got the idea that all of these chatting people should be quiet. I wanted to tell the driver to stop the cart and give us a moment of silence to honor the fallen in that field. I felt it so strongly that tears were running down my face, but I kept silent because I didn’t want to look strange.”
" We sit on and complete the sawhorse tour . We die out to dinner party that night , and I was n’t feeling all that athirst , but I ate anyway . Back at our room , we turned in for the dark . I continue to have terrible loose gut THAT SMELLED LIKE GUN POWDER , and I was upchuck . This go away on for a couple of minute , and then I ultimately tried to sleep . As I was lie in there on my side , I felt something poke my shoulder joint . It happened three time . Then I acquire unbelievably cold . It was the coldest I ’ve ever feel in my spirit — as if my bones and line of descent were frosting . I shivered under my blanket mutter , ' Cold . So frigid . '
" Evidently I fell asleep , because the next thing I knew , my married man was shaking me violently and cry my name to ' WAKE UP!!‘He said that I was n’t breathe and I was n’t responding . He thought I was bushed . The next morning , it was as if nothing had ever happened . I was n’t sick at all and I was hungry . My husband , who is a veteran and saw bloody combat in Vietnam , said that it looked as if I had been gut shot ( hence the feeling of being punched in the catgut and then the smell of gunpowder ) . The poking on my shoulder was how they would see if someone was still alert . Then the unbelievable cold was me bleeding out . That all made perfect sense . The fallen soldier tell me all about , it using my body . It appears that I am a sensitive individual . I just go for I helped set that hapless young man complimentary . "
11.“In the fall of 2018, I began my first year at a college located in a renovated seminary building by the Mississippi River in Missouri. Built in 1838, the seminary had closed and was purchased by the college in the 1990s, later being dedicated to fine arts students. My dorm was one of three buildings on the campus. Shortly after I moved in, strange occurrences began. My decorations would fall off the wall, and I heard unexplained noises like running and the fridge slamming when my roommates were supposed to be in class. I’d even find my room door open when it had been locked — and you had to have a key card to open it. I initially chalked it up to various rational explanations.”
" Then I started waking up in the heart of the Nox with what I thought were panic attacks . For two weeks , I would wake up around 3 a.m. feel as if someone was pushing on my chest and I could n’t move or catch one’s breath . One of the nights , it was so high-risk that once I was able to move , I ran to the bathroom and sat under cold water and called my mom yawp ( not the form of call she recall she was going to get from her first - year college student child at 3 a.m.).We afterward found out that the previous yr , the room ’s occupant used a Ouija board , inadvertently inviting in malevolent spirits , one being a woman . My roomie and I adjudicate to make light of the office , even founder the female touch the name ' Avery ' and regard her an honorary roommate .
" funnily , after this , no further unusual incident occurred . However , one daylight , a mirror fell off the wall , propel me to exclaim , ' Dammit , Avery , ' and then my wooden cross fall ( which would have had to be lifted off the hook ) . At the end of the semester , one of my roommates made a comment that we had n’t heard from Avery in a while . The following morn , I was headed out the room access to go to course and walked by one of the mirrors in the dormitory room . In the reflection of the mirror , I caught a coup d’oeil of a pallid cleaning woman with foresighted , gloomy hairsbreadth and a livid nightgown standing justly behind my berm .
" The next mean solar day , my roomy and I were all sit in the animation elbow room , and the one who had made the comment about not hearing from Avery say , ' Oh , by the way , I escort Avery today . ' The entire room went quiet , and each of my roomy ' faces went wan . I softly said , ' I did too , ' followed by my other roomy put forward the same . Each of us exchanged what we fancy and when . Each of us saw the same cleaning lady . We interpreted it as her way of saying goodby when we moved out in the spring , though we could n’t help wonder if the next set of students had any similar experience . "
12.“I was 12 when our family dog died. About six months later, we got a new pet. Her normal routine was to patrol the house after we were in bed before settling into hers. All rooms in the small house connected to a central hallway. My room looked into the living room. One night, the new dog was doing her rounds when suddenly, she stopped in the hall facing the bathroom. Moments later, a translucent image of my first dog slowly exited the bathroom. Both of the dogs approached each other nose to nose, seemingly sniffing. Then my first dog walked into the body of the new one and vanished. I thought I was dreaming and never spoke about it to anyone. Fifteen or so years later, at a family gathering, we got to reminiscing, and my mother started recounting this same event (her view was from behind the new dog). She described the event exactly as I remembered it. Really strange.”
13.“There was a shadow person in my mom’s house. I’d feel it watching me late at night while I was watching TV or doing homework, but it always disappeared if I turned to look at it. Later, I realized my mom and stepdad had also ‘seen’ it in the exact same spot by the doorway. A few years ago, I was about to go to sleep in the room behind the area where we always sensed it. The door opened, and I heard someone come in, walk up to me in bed, and lean over me as if they wanted to tell something. When I opened my eyes, nobody was there. I sleep with the lights on when I go visit now!”
— erikap20
14.“As I attended university in Pensacola, Florida (over a decade ago), I ended up taking over my relative’s home when they moved away. I didn’t know until they moved away that the previous owners (an older couple) lived there until the husband died inside the house. The woman was moved out by family. When my relative bought the house, they stopped unpacking the first night and left to pick up food. Upon returning, they saw a dark, shadowy figure in one of the windows in the living room.”
" Cut to me taking over the house calendar month later , and one night , I was having a hectic dreaming . In my pipe dream , I was pretending to be numb because I picture a figure outside the windowpane of the bedroom , which was on the front leave alone corner of the sign of the zodiac . I had sheer drapery on the windows but knew you could n’t see in , even if you pressed your font against the windowpane , due to a covered porch that extended out a well 5 feet , so luminousness did n’t get along into the elbow room . As I pretended to sleep in my dream , I would very slowly and unassumingly afford my eye to peek and see who was at the window , but could n’t make anything out . I diminish numb in my dreaming , only to be rouse by something coming from under the bed .
" I again pretended to be asleep , as I was lying on my right side with my hand extended over the edge of the bed . That was a sign I was dreaming because even now , at 37 age old , I do n’t do that . I follow as the outline of a hand ( the entity ’s body looked as if it was wearing a full black bodysuit , no feature of speech , just the silhouette of a humanoid body shape)grabbed my good script and pulled itself from under the layer . My essence was pound in my ear , but I had to remember to make it seem as if I was still log Z’s , so I tried my best to settle down down . As it fully prolong its body from underneath the bed , I pretended to move slightly so I was on my back , with my right-hand hand over my tum and my head lean more or less to the left wing , so I could get a better look .
" The entity then slowly descend onto the edge of the seam and tilted its faceless dark head to the right , as if it was hit the books me . As my heart continued to ram , it used its left-hand hand to experience along my rib , as if it was number them , searching for a particular spotlight . As I realized what it was doing , I note its left sleeve rise up , and the fingers just became this one large , sharp - border , knifelike weapon . It lunge the sharp boundary toward the spot on my ribs that it discontinue at , and I immediately sat up , screaming , and swung my left branch / helping hand toward the field where the entity had just been sitting . Scariest nightmare / confrontation I have EVER had . I move out before long after , as my relative need to deal the house . Goodbye , good elimination , I do n’t want you ; nor do I want you in my spirit . "
15.“When I was about to turn 10 or 11, I had my first experience that made me believe in the paranormal. It was the night before my birthday, and when you’re a kid, you get really excited for your birthday. I was sitting up in bed, hugging my knees while smiling and thinking about how awesome tomorrow would be. I opened my eyes, and standing in the corner of my bedroom was a gray, almost see-through figure. I lived in a trailer home, so the only people who had lived there had been my family and me. I saw the figure and it looked at me, and after a second, it disappeared completely like a gust of wind.”
" There was a basketful full of stuffedanimalswhere the figure had been standing , so it was practically up to the cap ; that ’s how marvelous it was . As it disappeared , my blanket rack on the wall moved as if it was off by wind , and the same happen to my curtains . I had no window open and no buff on . I look on this figure disappear in the direction of my blanket rack and curtains . I have n’t seen anything like this since , and no one within my family believe me when I told them about it . I knew what I see . It was n’t normal . The fact that it was a one - time matter just makes it even more confusing . I ’m 20 now , a full truster in the paranormal , and I ’ve even play around in ghost hunting . That experience genuinely changed me . "
16.“When I was a child in the 1960s, my uncle Bob passed away. He was the only person who tried to protect me from my violent bully older brother. About a month after he died, he appeared in the doorway of my bedroom. It took me 50 years to figure out why, but I finally remembered that he was the one who had always protected me. It bothered me for 50 years until I figured it out. It wasn’t scary, but peaceful. People say where I live now is haunted, and I’ve seen a few things. The most interesting thing is when I’m in bed, it occasionally feels as if someone is sitting on my bed, but when I look, there’s never anyone there.”
17.“Not me, but my mom’s cousin. Once, she saw a little girl running in a white dress outside and assumed it was just her daughter. She looked away, and the girl was suddenly gone. My mom’s cousin later watched it on the security camera, and it was just a blur.”
18.“Hubby and I were visiting the Culloden Battlefield in Scotland. This was the site of the massacre of the Jacobite clans that supported Bonnie Prince Charlie against the British crown. It was a quiet day, very few visitors. We were strolling along a crushed stone path near an old stone cottage. I heard footsteps behind us, so I moved over to let them pass. I turned, and NOBODY WAS THERE. My husband distinctly heard the footsteps too. Spooky!”
19.“One time, I was at my grandparents’ house, which is really old, and was sleeping in my room. Then I heard a knock, the door opened, and no one was there. Afterward, I went to get a snack, but the whole fridge was empty, and I felt a scratch or something on my arm. Then I woke up, realized it was a dream, went to take a shower, and noticed my arm was red in the same spot it had hurt in my ‘dream.'”
20.“I lived in an apartment underneath my uncle’stattooshop for four years. The shop is in a small strip mall of local businesses, and the apartment I lived in was the only one there. I’m anintrovert, don’t go out much, and I spent a lot of time at home, so I quickly learned who was walking and where they were walking. Frequently, long after everyone had left, I’d hear someone walking throughout the whole shop, even though it was empty. The way my place was set up, my kitchen and bathroom were upstairs and shared a wall with the piercing room. One early morning (like 4:30), I was upstairs getting ready for work, and someone walked through the piercing room without walking into it or out of it.”
" The footsteps were always from the same ' person . ' Another clip , I find out the back threshold to the shop class slam shut , but no one had walked to / from it on the inside , and I went out to double - check that it was lock . There was an extra - large storage room that flow along one side of my spot , andI’d oftentimes learn maunder voice talking and bucket or other things getting pushed around , but it would stop as before long as I opened the door . The ghost never once incommode me ; I just hear it all the time . My uncle is my pop ’s blood brother , and they ’re two of four boy . My youngest uncle did all of the electric work at the tattoo shop class when it spread out . He died by self-destruction when I was barely 7 years honest-to-god . Everyone think that it ’s just him pay heed around , and that ’s why the ghost never bothered me . "
21.“I did a ghost tour at the Manly Q Station in Sydney with my fiancé for my birthday this year. In the luggage room, I felt as if I had a child sitting on my lap. Later on in the night, I felt really nauseous in the matron’s ward, but then when I moved away from the ward, I was instantly fine. In the gravedigger’s hut, I heard a demonic-sounding growl twice and saw a ghostly white creepy face, almost like a very creepy smiling mask, behind our tour guide. The worst part for me was the shower block. I saw black clawed fingers curled over one of the shower cubicles, and once I went in, we had to walk single file because of the skinny passageways, and I couldn’t look anywhere except for the floor and the guy in front of me. It was a very interesting, fascinating, scary, and freaky experience. My fiancé and I are going back soon as well!”
— hogwartspuffgirl27
22.“I lived in a very weird house in southeast London when I was a student. The first few weeks of living there were deeply disturbing. There were strange noises and bumps in the night, things appeared and disappeared unexpectedly, and — the only thing I can’t explain — a full pint of water was launched across an empty bedroom. After a month, it all stopped. But for that one month, my housemate and I were so scared, we slept in the same bed!”
— mitrofannorris
23.“While my husband and I were visiting his grandparents one afternoon, I started to feel tired and started to space out from the conversation. I happened to glance past my husband’s grandmother and into one of the bedrooms that faced the living room we were in. I saw a tall, shadowy man with a hat and coat on picking up a suitcase and standing directly in the doorway. I snapped out of it and realized that everyone was starring at me and asking me if I was okay because I had apparently made a strange face and looked pale. I didn’t feel scared, but I definitely felt confused. It made me really think about my stance on spirits.”
24.“As a kid, I lived in a house where a lot of inexplicable things happened, but the weirdest was on the night we moved out. My mom was alone there late while my dad took some things to my grandparents’ house. There was almost nothing left in our house, but there were some folding metal chairs. My mom stacked them up on the tile floor near the front door and thought,Those are going to fall. She walked into another room and heard it happen. Metal on tile is a distinctive sound. But when she went back to check, they were still stacked. We guess the ghost was saying goodbye.”
25.“Ages ago, I worked at a gift shop inside an affluent hotel in Lake Tahoe that had been built in the 1960s. When I interviewed for the position, the manager added, ‘Oh yeah, and the gift shop is haunted.’ I laughed to myself and said, ‘Sure, okay.’ It didn’t take long to find out she was absolutely correct. Itwashaunted. There would be a certain time in the afternoon when the store was empty and dead silent and I would hear footsteps. The entryway to the store had a large, wooden floor area, and every day I would hear the clicking of heeled boots walking into the store. I would look up from folding T-shirts to greet whoever walked in, but there would be no one there. Over and over and over, every single day, footsteps.”
" Sometimes I would be refilling the postcard wrack right next to the front doors , andI would jump because the footsteps were right-hand NEXT TO ME , but again , there would be no one there . After a few months of working at the natural endowment shop , I was at the Johnny Cash registry with a heavy lading of customers . Out of the recess of my middle , I saw a tall man wearing a cowboy hat take the air through the front door , keep by me , and take the air toward the back of the shop , where we had vesture and a dressing room . After I had rung up the last someone , I turn to ask him if I could help him find something , only to see there was nobody there . There is only one entrance to the shop , and I find out nobody with a cattleman lid farewell .
" Not long after that , I obtain into a conversation with one of the hotel security safety equipment who was one of the original staff that had been there since the hotel open up . He had heaps of incredible stories about famous people who had stayed there , and had all the soil and gossip . He recount me that sometime in the 1970s , there had been a man staying at the hotel who had been gambling and drinking heavily . He had get into the gift shop and promptly had a bosom attack . He exit in the fertilization elbow room . I asked what he looked like , and surety guard replied , ' He was a tall military personnel who had been wear out a cowman chapeau . ' "
26.“My grandma’s house is haunted. My grandpa went through hell for a year after breaking his leg, and the break essentially released cancer into his body. He ended up losing his leg above the knee, and eventually my grandma had to pull the plug on him. I was only 8 or 9 years old when this happened, but I remember it as if it happened yesterday. My parents dropped my sister and me off to stay the night with my grandma, and I eventually fell asleep on the loveseat that sat at the end of the four stairs leading to the living room. I woke up randomly, and at the top of the stairs was a man wearing a very distinctly patterned bathrobe.”
" He was bald-pated and square , but he was n’t ' human ' color in . He was dissimilar shadiness of gray . I star at him for what felt like forever but in reality was maybe 30 seconds . I pulled the cover back over my head and cried myself back to kip . I call for my granny about it in the morning , but she dismissed me , and it was n’t brought up again until I found a picture . The picture was of my grandpa , in the exact gown I saw that Nox , but this time I could see the colors on the robe . The whole paternal side of the family made fun of me for like a year , and now they ’ve all seen him . The fear that I mat up that night still live on fresh in my mind , but so does the rue that I did n’t say anything or seek to transmit . "
27.“It happened in 2007 when I used to live in Arcadia in Los Angeles County. My home was a newly built small, two-story suburban condominium that was located near the Santa Anita mall. One evening, I had a terrifying encounter with something just outside my bedroom in the second-story living room area. I didn’t know what it was at that time, but later I learned that people on the internet call it the Glimmer Man. It was a translucent humanoid shape. I saw it sitting on the floor with its legs crossed. It was facing the opposite direction of my bedroom door. My initial feeling was that it was waiting for me to open my bedroom door after I’d spent the whole day in my bedroom. I remember it was around my height (which is 5 feet 11 inches), it had a clearly defined outline, and it distorted lights, cloaking itself like the alien in thePredatormovie.”
" I was so shocked and terrorise at the same fourth dimension . It remark me and started to get up from the floor and face my direction , then it started walk toward me!I quickly closed and locked my bedroom door , and I stayed inside until the following day . I did n’t know what to do . I wanted to call the police , but I had no estimate how to explain my situation . My first surmisal was that it was an malevolent spirit , so I think maybe when the sun ascend , it would go away . I even consider that maybe it could surpass through a wall , so I was terrified the entire night . I played an sound Bible and beg to God for him to protect me from malign disembodied spirit and demons . I never saw it again after that , but sometimes I still feel its presence . I impress out of there in December 2007 . "
28.“My husband and I just experienced something over the weekend! We went to visit a family friend, and my husband and I had the guest room upstairs, and our daughter, 16, slept downstairs on the couch. The downstairs bathroom wasn’t working, so I told her if she needed to use the bathroom, it was fine for her to use the one upstairs in our room. Later that night, my daughter was already asleep, and my husband and I were in bed talking. As soon as we were settling down and getting ready to sleep, we heard a voice that sounded EXACTLY like our daughter’s call out, ‘DAD?’ We looked at each other confused because we knew for a FACT that she was completely knocked out, sleeping. We said ‘Come in,’ but nobody came. My husband got up and opened the door, but there was nobody there. We looked down the stairs, and our daughter was in the same position, knocked out. When I checked my phone to see the time, it was around 3:20 a.m., and that freaked me out even more.”
" So the next morning , I ask my friend if they ’d ever experienced anything in the house , and how previous the house was . She pronounce it was ramp up in the ' 40s , and a draw of times she would be in the shower andwould take heed her baby crying super loudly . She would literally ladder out of the cascade with soap all over , just to see her babe sleeping all squeamish and peaceful , not cry ! I have to admit that the upstairs of that house did feel off . I did n’t desire to be up there by myself , even in the day . I was so happy when we leave alone the next day . "
— Summer
29.And this: “I pretty much grew up in a haunted house. I’m really skeptical of anything supernatural, despite my experiences and shared experiences with others, but the memories are very real. There’s one story that stands out, but there are SO MANY. When I was about 14, I lived in the little attic space. It was my ‘bedroom.’ I saw my stereo skip songs, with the buttons being visibly pressed (which stopped when I would tell them out loud to stop), and heard running footsteps up the stairs, and my cousin had seen children sitting beside him in the middle of the night. They were so vivid, he believed they were my younger cousins, who happened not to be spending the night that night.”
" Around the same meter , I woke up one Nox to my empty bedroom . I usually did ; I was n’t a in force sleeping car and would sometimes stir up up hours before I had to go to schooltime . I sat up , make quick to go on a lower floor and turn the television set on , whenI started pick up very intuitive , trashy hiss in my spike . The sound also moved . It would seemingly move by and then come closer , then move off . I do n’t have intercourse how to describe it any other way . It was almost as if whatever was hissing was also recoiling away from me . I was icy and terrified , but I did n’t tell anyone what happen because stuff like this was so frequent .
" That calendar week , I hap to be in a fight with my comrade . I do n’t remember what we fought about , but we were n’t speak to each other at all , and I had n’t told anyone , even my friends . I walk in on him tell my mom that the exact same thing was happening to him and that he ’d see hiss in his ear as he sat at the computing gadget late one nighttime doing homework . I had to bump the silence and differentiate my mom that I had the same experience , but almost a week prior . My mom was just surprised we were talking again , and she subsequently asked some family phallus to help her cleanse the house with sage and petition .
" That did zero to block the hauntings , but the activity choke down a bit as we get old . Interestingly enough , when I was about 18 , my mom sell the house and we moved . She was very spiritual and left our band T - shirts in a box in the house for someone else to happen or throw off because she believe they were unholy ( Metallica , Marilyn Manson , Rammstein ) . I was wild , so I skip class and broke into our old star sign via the privy window . I feel nothing . No bearing , no pernicious anxiety , nothing . I now wonder what in the worldly concern it was that we see , and being a skeptic myself , I still inquire if maybe the gas was leak or we all shared some sort of head game . But here we are , and I still wonder what the hell was up with that house ! "
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