he sent it by PM at the time afraid he would be banned if he shared in the thread. I still have it in my PMs on gaf, but also will not share in the thread here for same reasons.
The car parks, and I see two figures moving towards the porch. One figure is walking a few meters in front of the other.
Creepy story, Climaxan!
Did you notice in the first place or in retrospect that the figure behind your friend was so tall? 7-8 feet tall with long legs surely meant it was towering over him.
The figure was crouching moving through the field, almost like it was creeping behind my friend. It's another big reason why we just thought it was his brother behind him. We thought he was trying to be sneaky and scare someone, which is why when it dipped behind the bushes we still thought it was a person. It didn't reveal its height until it stepped in the light and straightened its back out. If it hadn't of been so strikingly tall I would have convinced myself it was a deer or something else years ago and that my eyes were playing tricks on me. But this thing was TALL and slender and moved in larger strides upright on two legs. It was fucking terrifying.
When I was in high school(over 20 years ago now, ouch), I worked second shift for a local distribution company. The business had several offsite storage locations at a closed Air Force Base in the same town. These locations were specifically old hangars, in somewhat bad repair but usable for our needs. It was decided for our small group(4 high school aged kids and an adult supervisor) to go over to one of the hangars to do some inventory. Earlier that day, it began snowing, and I recall pulling up on the building in awe of how dark and quiet it was....the former base did not have much traffic or light for that matter...the snow compounded the silence. Regardless, we made our way into the hangar, named Jackson Hall. This particular facility was about 45-50 ft tall, had one big open space and 2 floors of offices against the edge of one wall. I remember walking in, turning on a few lights so we could make our way around, then made our way out to the floor to start counting. At around 7 PM, we heard an extremely loud noise coming from the office area. We all looked up, looking for each others reaction while also taking a mental headcount(everyone was there). After a moment of discussion and trying to work up the courage, we decided to investigate. Running into the office hall(we were high schoolers, lol), we noticed about 10 Rubbermaid garbage cans on the ground at the end of one hallway, slightly in motion as if they had just been thrown down the hall in one motion. We looked into every office, flipping on the room light of each, to make sure someone wasn't inside trying to hide from us. After the first floor was clear, we ran up to the second floor to do the same. Once up on the second floor, we noticed that there were more garbage cans, sitting outside the door of each office. After clearing the second floor, we decided to make our way back down to the warehouse area and continue working. Approx. 2 hours later, we heard a very similar commotion . Instead of waiting a moment before checking things out, we hauled ass back to the hallway, ran up the stairs and saw all of the garbage cans at the end of the hallway, again slightly in motion to infer that they were swept into motion in one fell swoop. Needless to say, we got the F out of there. Days later, I was visiting my best friend who's dad was a retired AF MSgt. I told him about the experience, and if he knew if Jackson Hall was haunted. He said that he had never heard of anything, but that there was an airman that committed suicide in that building in the mid 80's. He said the staff had left the building, and when they arrived again in the morning, they found him hanging from the rafters. No one could ever figure out how he had made it up there, let alone setup the rope and commit the act. The next thing stood with me though....apparently this happened at night in the winter after a snow storm.
Amazing stuff guys. Thanks for sharing. I gotta admit, this one is freaking me out the most so far.The figure was crouching moving through the field, almost like it was creeping behind my friend. It's another big reason why we just thought it was his brother behind him. We thought he was trying to be sneaky and scare someone, which is why when it dipped behind the bushes we still thought it was a person. It didn't reveal its height until it stepped in the light and straightened its back out. If it hadn't of been so strikingly tall I would have convinced myself it was a deer or something else years ago and that my eyes were playing tricks on me. But this thing was TALL and slender and moved in larger strides upright on two legs. It was fucking terrifying.
If you guys ever need to rent a car, just make sure all they have left isn't black sedans.(Not a ghost story) I've had more than a handful of dreams come true. First one I remember is having a nightmare one Saturday night that my step dad was going to die, parents reassured me everything was gravy and that Tuesday morning he died in a work accident. Mom started taking me to seances and tried to teach me how to read tarot cards. Jesus candles everywhere.
The least mundane dream I have had come true was dreaming Kevin Jonas of the Jonas Brothers would meet his soulmate on a cruise ship, which he did.
I am personally not superstitious but I had a dream my boyfriend would die in a car accident driving a black sedan so no black sedans for us!
I remember this story but never saw the photo. Damn that's creepy.he sent it by PM at the time afraid he would be banned if he shared in the thread. I still have it in my PMs on gaf, but also will not share in the thread here for same reasons.
EDIT: you can find a link on page 11 of the old thread.
https://www./threads/ghost-age-what-have-you-experienced-that-freaked-you-out.332317/page-11
I remember this story but never saw the photo. Damn that's creepy.
Yeah sometimes the pic doesn't appear and it takes a few refreshes.The link didn't work for me on the phone and now I don't know if I want to try again. This story and the reddit one are the worst. I usually don't like demon stuff but I can handle ghost stuff, but when it involves crime it gets 100% worse.
Here's mine, copied from a previous thread.
I was 17, and my aunt had asked me to stay at her house while she went on vacation. She had an old dog that really couldn't handle the kennel anymore (her hearing/vision were pretty much gone). She had talked about odd things occurring in the house (she had been living in it for a few months), but I didn't believe in anything paranormal, so that never even crossed my mind.
I drove over to her house, she let me know the usual things people do when you're staying at their house, and left for the airport. I got settled in, hooked my PS1 up to the TV and had planned on a week of gaming and writing a little in my journal. I ended up writing down all of my experiences.
The first day and a half were fine. Nothing odd, the first night I played some PS1 watched the Mets/Cardinals game on the TV, after that Little Shop of Horrors was on TNT, and fell asleep on the couch. Woke up the next morning, let the dog out, got ready for work and left. I got home around 5:30 that evening, and the dog, being old, left a few messes on the kitchen floor. I cleaned that up, turned the stove on to cook a pizza, and went back to the couch in the living room. I went to reach for the remote, and heard what sounded like footsteps in the bedroom. I thought at first her dog got confused (she told me that could happen), but when I went to get up, it hit me the dog was laying right by my feet. The footsteps lasted long enough that I was able to make out the sounds of how heavy they were. I got up, walked to the bedroom, and it was empty. The timer went off for the pizza to be put in, I cooked the pizza, and the next few hours were uneventful. That night I had planned on watching the Mets/Cards game 2, followed by the Three Stooges marathon that ran on KPLR 11 in St. Louis for years every Saturday night. At around 10:30, I started hearing the footsteps again, this time followed by something falling. I shot up as fast as I could and ran to the bedroom. I ended up finding the TV remote for the bedroom laying on the hardwood floor. I said out loud "I'm not here to hurt you, don't hurt me, and we'll be fine." I honestly don't know why I said that, it just felt right at the time. Once I sat back down, for those of us who have experienced this kind of stuff, you just constantly go through your head of plausible explanations. At this point I'm not even really paying attention to the game (it was tied going into the 10th inning), I'm more just running through my head what could cause the remote to fall. She had a small basement, only about a quarter of it was concrete floor, the rest was dirt piled high with a wall on the other side. I went down to the basement to try and figure out anything that could explain what happened. The area where her bedroom is, was inaccessible because of the dirt behind the wall. I could see back in there, but couldn't access it. As I turn to start heading back upstairs, I now hear footsteps in the kitchen, right were the steps are for the basement. It sounds like someone is walking towards the basement steps. I quickly head to the basement steps and look up. I sat there for a good 3 minutes or so just waiting, but nothing ever appeared. I went back upstairs, went back to the couch, and didn't hear anything else that night.
The next day I had planned on doing some laundry. I had my other bag of clothes, grabbed those and headed down the steps. I got to the washer, was putting my clothes in, and out of the corner of my eye I saw only what I could describe as a shadow heading up the stairs to the kitchen. I leave my clothes where they are, and quickly go to the basement steps. Nothing there. I sat for a good while, but nothing. I finish loading my clothes, head back up. The rest of the day was silent, no activity at all. By now you're almost waiting for it, expecting it, but nothing happened. I even had a buddy come hang out that night for the Sunday night baseball game, thinking "he's going to get freaked out!" but nothing happened. He even hung out pretty late, left about 2 am. After not sleeping well the night before, I crashed hard on the couch.
I got up Monday morning around 9, made breakfast, ate, showered, etc. No activity at all. I got called into work, and ended up working until 8 Monday evening. I rushed back to the house to catch the rest of Monday Night Raw and Nitro (hey, its '97, it was red hot back then!), and again, nothing at all. By now I'm kind of just laughing to myself that everything I experienced was something else, and nothing paranormal. Went to bed around midnight after the replay of Nitro.
Tuesday I got up, did my normal routine, went out for a jog, got back and figured I'd mow the lawn for her since it needed it. I put my headphones on, and started mowing. I went down one way, facing away from the house, and when I turned back to face the house, I saw something that I still cannot believe, though I can picture her plain as day if I close my eyes. In the kitchen, staring straight out (but not at me, staring at something behind me) was an old woman. She had grey hair, and a sundress that was peach colored. She had the glasses you would think someone from the 50's would have, horn rimmed, with a chain behind. The glasses were down somewhat on her nose. I sat there, mower running, and could not move. It felt like I was staring at her for hours, but really, it was only maybe 20-30 seconds as after I snapped out of my haze, the song I was listening to "Enter Sandman" was still playing in my ears. She turns around, I bolt for the door, she disappears behind the small wall w/ the steps that go to the basement. I run down the stairs, and nothing. She's gone. At this point I am completely in a shock, or so it feels. I immediately write down everything I could about her. I end up calling my buddy who was over a few nights before, and tell him everything that I was experiencing. He laughs it off, and calms me back down. He had a few days off work, so he offers to come stay a few days until my aunt comes back, which was scheduled to be on that Friday. He comes over that night after work, and everything after seeing her was quiet again.
Nothing happened that night, I get up the next day to head into work, and he stays at the house. I get back to the house after work, and he tells me that while he was going to the bathroom, he hears a chair in the kitchen move, and also hears a door slam. He said he came out thinking I was back, but I'm not there. He does the exact same things I do, he walks around the house, checking everything, trying to think of an explanation. I tell him that's exactly what I would do, he just kind of laughs it off, but I could tell he was a little freaked out. A few hours later we were vegging out on the couch playing PS1, and we hear the footsteps in the bedroom again. We both sit and just stare at each other while someone is clearly walking around the bedroom, and he finally shoots up, and takes off to the bedroom, and of course, nothing is there.
From then on, everything was quiet. My aunt arrived back, and I decided not to tell her about seeing the old woman, but told her about everything else. She said that is the exact experiences she's had, as well as seeing a shadow person in the hallway to the bedrooms.
Sure enough, a few months after I am in shock, as my aunt calls me to tell me she saw an old woman standing in the kitchen. I take my journal to her with everything I wrote down about her, and my aunts jaw just drops as she says that's exactly what she'd seen.
From then on, I've been a firm believer. I've never experienced anything else after this, my aunt was only in the house a few months longer as the owner of the home ended up letting a family member stay in the house. I never heard if anyone else had anything odd happen while they were there.
Here's an old story from Reddit, that's creepy as hell.
http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/knpbv/holes/
And with that, I guess I should tell my dad's story. It's been a while since he told me about it so I can't remember the details or order ofthe story. All I know is this.
Their friend owned a camp and let my dad, my uncle, and a friend of theirs stay on the land for some reason. I think they were fishing oysters and the guy just let them stay there for a while.
Anyway, my dad starts digging in the dirt (I forget why) and finds some teeth and finger bones. It was then that my dad realized they were on top of an indian burial ground. From what he told me it wasn't always there, but when the camp was being built the builders dug up some dirt and put it there (I guess to get the camp higher in the air in case of hurricanes). They accidentally dug up an indian burial ground and moved it.
So anyway, that night they get drunk, and my dad told them about the teeth that he found. They, being drunk as hell, start dancing and singing around the fire like indians. That night, my dad's friend wakes him up, and it went something like this.
"Denny, wake up."
"What..."
"Come here, listen"
My dad gets up and goes by the window where his friend is. He listens, and doesn't really hear anything. His friend tells him to put his ear closer to the window. My dad does, and he hears the sound of drums playing. They stayed up and listened for a while before going back to bed.
The next day they decide they aren't going to do that shit anymore just in case. But, alas, that night they got drunk again, and got brave. They started singing and dancing around the fire again.
Later that night, they're sleeping. My dad and his friend are on the top bunk, and my uncle is on the lower bunk. Suddenly they wake up to the sound of the camp's screen doors opening. You know those old aluminum screen doors that make that "errrrr" noise when they open? Yeah, it was those.
The first door opens, and then SLAMS shut.
The second door opens, and then SLAMS shut.
They're listening to this, when all of a sudden my uncle starts screaming. They look down and see him half way out of the bed, holding on to the bed. My dad and his friend grab my uncle by the arms and hold on, something was pulling my uncle out of the bed. After a few moments whatever it was lets go. My uncle feels his legs, and they're ice cold.
Anyway, the next night they're drinking, but I don't think they were dancing or anything. But all of a sudden, everything gets quiet. No crickets, no animals, nothing. They're bewildered, trying to understand whats going on. All of a sudden a huge gust of wind comes through. They run inside for shelter. They figured that they got caught in a storm or something.
They decide to go to bed and wait the storm out. Well, there were these pieces of bamboo cane outside all stacked up. I forget what they were for, but that night during the storm they hear...
BAM
BAM
BAM
BAM
BAM
BAM
BAM
They were to scared to get out of bed, so they waited it out until morning. When they got up and went to the hallway part of the camp, the bamboo was sticking through the walls from outside. It was like someone took them and threw them at the camp like spears.
Well, after everything they went through they were freaked out. They thought it might have just been a tornado passing through that threw the bamboo, but when they went back to their boat, they found the tarpoleon that they had covered their oysters with, completely and perfectly folded. My dad described it like when solders fold the flag at another soldier's funeral. It was absolutely perfect.
So that's when they decide to get the fuck out of there. A few months later the guy that owned the place burned it down because of similar shit that happened.
I might be wrong on some of the more minor details of the occurence (it's been a while since he told me about it), but the main parts are right. I brought it up to my uncle and he told me the same story.
I wonder why it left you alone after that.Below you will find a list of events that happened to me in a flat that I shared with a friend in S.E London for two years from 2005 – 2007.
This a true story whether you believe it not is upto you…
In 2005, I was 29 and had just split up with my gf. One of my friends had a two bedroom ground floor flat in S.E.London where he needed someone to share with to help out with the cost. Being in the process of splitting up, it helped all parties involved if I moved in with him. It was pretty cool, we both had not serious relationships, smoked tons of weed and played lots of xbox with our friends on-line when we weren't out and about.
A little bit of background on the area and the flat. It was a 60s style block that was just a ground floor/first floor with a flat on each floor, that was stuck at the end of a Victorian terrace. About a mile or less in a straight line south from the thames. When I drove around the area going to the shops or stuff, here and there, it was the same story, 60s style flats or a few recent houses surrounded by Victorian terraces. Why, because they were all built after the original houses had been bombed to rubble in air raids during WW2. Infact, before writing this, I did quick google search and found bombsight.org. A quick look on the map inside confirmed that my old flat had been built on the site of an old destroyed house. Plus, another site confirmed that on the 28/01/1941, 5 people had been killed in the road where I lived during an air raid. It doesn't confirm that whoever was haunting that flat was killed that night, they may have died afterwards. I am just informing you all of what I know.
Anyway, when you enetered the flat, you went straight into a corridor which had a living room on the left so at the from, with a bedroom (my friends on right) which occupied the front of the flat. The corridor finished in an open bit with my bedroom on the back left, kitchen on the right and the bathroom toilet sandwiched in between. My bedroom was where most of the activity took place apart from a couple of things..
At first, I started putting down the feeling of being watched whenever I was in bed or the changes in atmosphere in that room down to being paranoid because of what I had been smoking all night. There was also the noises of the laminated flooring cracking every now and then that I brushed off until I put my foot one day on the exact same spot that needed to be depressed in order to get that cracking sound. A rational explanation was easy to find… The sudden wafting localized drafts when I was in bed and all the windows were shut were not easy to dismiss though.
After a while, things started getting a bit weirder. The feelings of being watched and the feelings of having someone's face just next to mine whilst in bed intensified and became more and more frequent. We started hearing noises in the kitchen and hallway, and a few times whilst alone I saw from the corner of my eye someone walk by the living room door which had opaque glass panels.
A couple of times, just as I was drifting off, I heard my name whispered very softly. Again I tried to brush it off as me talking in sleep. Often the atmosphere would change in the room, and the feelings of having someone standing over me became more and more frequent. The final part and I mean final because I never noticed or had anything happen afterwards. One night I was asleep, on my left side and my head was thrust with force into the pillow. The force was strong enough for me to still feel where I had been touched for a good 30. I slept with the light on afterwards.
Like I said, I moved out not two months later, but that was the last episode in this bizarre chapter.
this is a good time for ghost stories. In chinese culture, there's the ghost season/festival/month which happens on the 15th day of the 7th Lunar Month (15 July) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_festival During this time, the gates of hell are open wide and ghosts/spirits are free to wander the human realm. It is during this time ghost citings are most common in chinese communities, and chinese people don't go out late during this period of time.
I have not experience any but a couple of my friends (mainly females) had several encounters. The reason why females are more sensitive to these kind of stuff is because their affinity to Yin (darkness, cold..etc) whereas males are represented by Yang (light, hot..etc).
So a couple of my friends went to watch a late night movie, one of the ladies felt that she need to take leak, she went into the bathroom; no one know what exactly happened but some said she was infront of a mirror doing her make up and suddenly she let out a shrieking scream, as if she was possessed, she collapsed and later woke up a different person. She would stare blankly into space and murmur stuff you couldn't possibly understand and was very aggressive to people around her (she actually slashed at one of the guys that tried to restrain her). It was clear that she was possessed, the next day she was taken to a taoist temple and went through a cleansing ritual; it was explained by the taoist master that she was possessed by a girl who commited suicide around the area some 5-6 years ago, she was caught by the spirit when she looked into the mirror for too long.
There are also sayings that during this period of time, the cinemas will have empty seats specially reserved for the spirits, especially midnight showings, so the next time you notice something unusual about the empty seat next to you, you are probably right.
Next, two friends (ladies) just came out of a party, partially drunk, late at night, have no idea where they are driving, they took a wrong turn and end up at a highway with no roadside lamps. It was very dark, the only light source was the car meters, one of the ladies had prior experience to this kinda stuff, incidently she was the driver, she had this sudden chill and notice something at her reflection mirror, yea you guessed right, at a far off distance, someone was standing there, it was covered in white and had long black hair. The driver thought she was hallucinating since she's kinda drunk, note that the car was still moving but the distance between them were still the same, i think it lasted for just a few seconds, she notice it was unusual and quickly slammed on the gas and hightail into the main road.
there's a saying that if you encounter a ghost, especially a female ghost with long black hair. DO NOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT THEM, do not pay any interest whatsoever, if they notice you they will follow you and that is not a good sign, she's most likely a ghost who had not die peacefully.
also, if you are in the woods, or in a remote alley, dark places, if you want to take a piss at a corner, ALWAYS do a few prayers before you go, ask politely before you take your piss because the last thing you want is an angry ghost following you because you had pissed on the dude.
Practically, but not completely? Share them anyway.Some good stuff in here, keep it going. I'd contribute but my two "experiences" I've practically been able to debunk.
Ok.
The first one, Virginia is supposed to be pretty haunted what with the Civil War and all. The second? Most likely you were to tired to remember. Thanks for sharing either way.Ok.
When I was a kid I was on vacation with my parents in Hampton, VA. We were in our hotel and in the middle of the night of fell off the bed and saw what I assumed to be a ghost at the foot of my bed walk from the window towards the room door which led to the hallway of the hotel. I believe this to now be just waking abruptly and still being in a sleep state.
With this next story let me start off by saying I've never been a sleep walker. I had come back from a night out and remember being so tired I said screw showering and just passed out on top of my bed. I wake up maybe a few minutes later in the middle of a shower, it scared the hell out of me. Because to do all of that would've taken so much effort, I'd have to undress, walk to the bathroom, put the water on, and on top of that the water was at a perfect temp. That's too much finesse to do while sleep walking.
Here's an old story from Reddit, that's creepy as hell.
http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/knpbv/holes/
On a more serious note, I recommend Penpals and My Dad Finally Told Me What Happened That Day for some (much) longer creepy stories along the same line.
I had to put my beloved dog Ghost down a few months ago. On the way home I texted my sister and told her what happened. A few minutes later, I got a text. My phone was connected to my husbands car. It read out "Message from Dave xxx: I love you sweetie, I believe in you, you got this"
Dave, my mentor, has been dead for almost ten years now, and I don't even have his old number in my phone. I looked at phone in horror and it was my sisters message.
Where's your avatar from?I live in a residential area right behind a large Mormon church. Nothing too spooky about the church - in fact it's a fairly new building - but when I drive past it at night, usually coming back from work, I sometimes see "shadow people." I usually spot them in my rearview or side mirrors as I drive past and every time I look back they're gone. I've even gotten out of the car and looked around the area after dark with no luck. Weird me out every time but I have to pass the church to get home every night.
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try to get some video next time.I live in a residential area right behind a large Mormon church. Nothing too spooky about the church - in fact it's a fairly new building - but when I drive past it at night, usually coming back from work, I sometimes see "shadow people." I usually spot them in my rearview or side mirrors as I drive past and every time I look back they're gone. I've even gotten out of the car and looked around the area after dark with no luck. Weird me out every time but I have to pass the church to get home every night.
Thanks, I'm gonna grab a pin of him.
I suffer from constant sleep paralysis and night terrors but my worst one lately that legitimately had me shook happened when I was sleeping over my girlfriend's house last summer...
So i'm sleeping on the outside of the bed with my girlfriend on the inside near the wall, all of the sudden I hear a what sounds like my girlfriend whimpering in pain, I open my eyes and i'm staring at my girlfriend crying and shaking with someone's hand over her. The hand was black with unnaturally long fingers and it appeared to be sucking the life from my girlfriend. At this point I am panicking, telling the thing to stop, stop, stop, desperately trying to get up and stop this thing from hurting my girlfriend. After what seemed like forever, I was finally able to roll over and saw the figure, which appeared to be a woman, dark and decrepit but not of this world. I am fighting to get up and slowly raise my head and me and this thing make eye contact and it was like I was staring at the Devil itself, my whole body went cold. After making eye contact this thing began to reach down and grab me when I finally woke up and lunged at this creature but it was gone.
My girlfriend, having felt me get up, said I had been mumbling "stop, stop, leave her alone" and she was freaked out because she didn't know what the hell was going on. I told her what I saw and we were both freaked out. About 10 mins later she went to sleep but I laid there for about 30 mins unable to go back to sleep. Eventually I began to drift back off to sleep and immediately saw the same figure right in front of me, I yelled both in my sleep and in real life "I told you to leave!" which woke up my gf and she woke me up thankfully and stopped it for happening all over again.
After that I didn't sleep for the rest of the night and have been spooked to sleep in her room ever since.
Recently she's told me about having a dream with the same similar looking figure so we're both becoming convinced that her room is haunted.
Just Saturday I had a dream with the same figure but in my house and the figure stopped me from moving in my dream and placed a black cross on my forehead, which I quickly licked and wiped away in my dream.
Shits been reoccuring and really freaking me out.