Ghost-Era: Regale us with your terrifying tales and supernatural experiences

[super-heated plasma]

Hey everyone. Back in the old place I used to make these threads every Halloween time. There were some amazing and creepy as hell stories that members shared. I want to continue that tradition here. If you are so inclined you can check out the origin and the great stories that started it all at:
https://www./threads/ghost-age-what-have-you-experienced-that-freaked-you-out.332317/

Now, I would like to share some of my favorite stories from then. This one where the member 'LaMonster' shared actual photographic evidence, and yes it is as bad as it sounds:

Back when I still lived with my parents, I was laying in my room on my bed when I heard a click noise under my bed. It sounded like a credit card dropped onto a countertop. My room was carpeted so I thought this was strange and without looking, I reached under the bed and grabbed something - a photo.

I looked at the photo and instantly felt my heart drop. It was thick, with the edges curved, color faded a bit and slightly warped. It had to have been 20-30 years old.

The photo was a young boy, probably about 11 years old. He was sitting in a rocking chair with this legs crossed like a woman and looking very unhappy. The boy was dressed in lingerie and heavy makeup. He was sporting a black bra, with black panties, fishnets and heels. His makeup was very similar to Dr. Frank N. Furter, Tim Curry's character in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

He also had bruises on his arm and shoulder.

I was pretty freaked out for a while and finally felt comfortable enough to show it to a friend of mine.

After showing the photo to my friend and imitating the sound it made under my bed, he started looking around my room. I joked with him that he was looking for ghosts, but then he revealed to me that he discovered the photo was actually taken in my fucking bedroom, the very room where I found it. The curtains were different but I could tell it was my room because of the very distinctive windowsill.

After this revelation, I decided to tell my mom. She started asking the neighbors about it and showing them the photo. Most neighbors have lived in that neighborhood since the houses were built. None of them recognized the kid, but a retired FBI agent next-door said he thinks a child that used to live in the house had been sexually molested before they moved in. The kid in the photo wasn't the same kid, but I wonder if he had been the "victim" of the child living there. Sometimes sexually assaulted victims can practice the same behavior on others. Also, many years ago the house across the street burned down and the teenage boy living there was killed. May or may not be related.

Who the fuck knows where that photo came from or if the boy in it is still alive and well.

After some months time, I had forgotten about the photo and was no longer afraid in my own home. One day I decided to look at an old yearbook that I kept under my bed. When I pulled it out, there was a strange clear liquid splattered on the cover. Yes, it looked like semen but it was cold and wet. Semen comes out warm and eventually dries. It also had no odor. My guess is that it was ectoplasm.

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And from another member 'Dirk Schmiggler' and his haunted house sitting:

PART 1:
We used to house-sit for friends of my parents in a VERY old house, it was a plantation type house, more of a farm house though, It was built in 1743, this was in Pennsylvania.. Its owners lived in England during the winter and would come to the states for summer, so we started living there fall of 1999 It was just typical, movie kind of thing, it even had huge lion statues at the sides of the front steps and was always cold, drafty and shaded by years old pines...

We could only stay there 6 months until we had to move out. We were forced out... and not by people..... oh man it would take me a whole threads worth...

It basically got to the point of turning us against each other and mocking our voices to mess with us... It was not just ghosts, I do not believe in this type of thing, but i will never go into that house again... IT was very scary. It locked me out of the house (slammed the door behind me as i reached the end of the porch) once in the middle of winter when i went to get firewood and was all alone (i was in my underwear and had to wait for my wife to get home from night shift in 20 degree weather), it would turn the statues in the house to face the wall after we cleaned them, it would drop croquet balls down the oak steps at 2 a.m.,(not the pine steps which the servants would use which led us to believe it was the owner's of the house) it left a baby's foot print in the rug in the bathroom, it would steal my wifes' jewelry and underwear, it would make the clock alarms go off in the house whenever it felt like,, ,,,, just, you name it.. The story's we could tell about it. When we would have friends over,,, no one would ever stay, everyone knew it was haunted as soon as they set foot inside, we couldn't even have people over b/c they sensed it.. The cat always acted like he was running away from something that we couldn't see (which he doesn't do anywhere else).. It was just a scary, scary place to be and it didn't want us there. It almost made me lock my wife in the basement once. She was doing laundry in the basement (dryer running) but i thought she was upstairs on the third floor getting more clothes, i called up from the second floor if she was done and wanted me to lock off the basement, my wife said "yeah hun, i'm done down there, just turn off the lights and close it", in her voice... So i did,,, only to hear my wife pound on the basement door 5 minutes later absolutely terrified..... that's when we left b/c we knew it wanted to hurt us...

I'll try to find some pictures and post our story... I just can't believe we actually experienced it.. I almost feel special in a way to be able to b/c we were able to leave it behind when most people don't have that choice.... The place was not okay.

I honestly feel so goofy believing it, but, honestly i have no choice, i'd be stupid to question my own experience, too much internal conflict not to believe... My wife can verify it all... I've never believed in ghosts b/c i can't understand why they'd be here (doesn't seem too fair) but, this place was just something out of a movie... we couldn't even take a pee in the middle of the night without having to wake the other to go with us... just,,, terrifying to be there and it HATED us..
We went so far as to annoint every door with a cross of annointing oil with someone from the church. THIS REALLY PISSED IT OFF.. i'd suggest against it...

I don't know what the hell it was, i'm just glad we are rid of it...

quick edit... after thinking about it a little more, i remember it used to open up all of the cupboard doors and throw dishes on the kitchen floor.. There was also a time i was studying for finals, and i heard it tapping on the waste basket in the kitchen with a stick (at least that's what it sounded like).. I was in the study on the second floor reading up for a final, i peaked my head out the door to call out to it on the floor below, said "go ahead asshole, keep tapping",, Only to have it tap it so hard that the basket was knocked to the floor... By that time i was just so fed up with the damn thing... Can't say i felt any better though considering it called me out on it after i tried the same... One other time we had lightening hit the tree beside the house in the dead of winter (dead of winter!!!, no storms obviously!!), making all the electrical outlets in the house make a popping sound, filling the house with an ozone type smell. I can't to this day help but feel that it was because of this thing and it somehow got a charge out of it b/c after that, it was even worse.

There was literally something every damn day. I couldn't make this stuff up if i tried to...

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PART 2:
sorry, i've been sick past few days, forgot about this thread.

Up until the annointing, it was doing the small time stuff, turning the statues (this place had some WEIRD stuff that it's owners collected from around the world),, i remember a deer they had in the dining room of all places, i think it was a thai carving of a deer... It would always end up close to the doorway kinda peering at us.. no matter how many times we moved the damn thing back... I hated that fucking thing...

but, after the annointing was when it was apparently able to mock our voices.. and when the lightening hit.

OH SHIT!!! I forgot about when my brother in Law came to visit w/ my sister and my niece. I'm sure there are many more things i've forgotten that happened, it was 10 years ago,, but,, We slept up on the third floor, my Sister, brother in law and their at the time,infant daughter were sleeping on the second floor after coming for a visit. I woke up about 3 a.m. to a huge thumping and crash... It freaked the hell out of us, I thought someone was kicking the door in trying to break in, I scampered to find anything remotely useful for bludgeoning half asleep and scared to shit. only, when i ran down to the front door, nothing... I came back up the servants steps to find my brother in law knocked/passed out in the bathroom... when i found him, his eyes were rolling up in his head,, by this time my sister, wife to be, and niece were all hysterical... I ended up calling 911,,, only b/c i thought he was attacked... and went searching the house... Only after he came to did we hear what happened and i had to call 911 back and tell them "nevermind"... they were non amused....To this day he swears that he woke up to take a piss only to have something (he said a large, dark grey figure) behind his shoulder grab him, and push his hand into the toilet, seriously, he said it was trying to push his head into the toilet, then, knocked him out.... Believe me, he is NOT one to believe this stuff either, He will never talk to us about it to this day... They have never set foot inside that house again and they are friends with these owners b/c we're all family friends... Before anyone says medical condition, the guy runs marathons and never before, or since has passed out or had a seizure of any kind... With all that happened to us, of course i believed him and i felt really bad for him b/c i'm sure this was his first experience with anything of the sort... He just seemed crushed over it...

They left that night to go stay at my parents house about 15 minutes away...

We brought what had happened (just the little stuff) to the people who own it, and they get very weird about it. Total denial, and, i honestly don't think the thing dislikes THEM at all. When we would visit them while they lived there, it was always a different feel and we never even would have known anything was up had we not attempted to live there.

They have a groundskeeper who stays there from before we did up until now. He is also very weird and possessive of the place. He came by one day w/o knowing any of this ever happening to us and thought it would be good if we left???... It was very weird and only later did we realize what he meant...

I swear i'd love for someone to stake this place out...

*edit* I just wanted to add that, for some weird reason, i always have to tell myself that i don't believe in this stuff STILL, do you believe that?.. I grew up in a very normal family, nothing weird ever happened, studied science all the way up through college and into my career life, and you realize it's just not the way you think, but, it is what you experienced, so now what?.. So, i guess i just do that to tell myself that, maybe, there's some logical explanation, when, obviously there isn't... It's tough b/c i grew up almost reared to be the skeptic from my family, to my experiences, to my beliefs, up until this point... That's why i have such a struggle with it.. Honestly, i tried to just forget about it,,, I guess i kind of just need to fucking accept it... I'll see if i have any pics i can scan, this was before digital cameras and such, but, i know we have some somewhere... it'd probably take me ages and we've both done what we can to put all that shit behind us...

I really hope you guys believe me b/c i'm being truthful... there will be no "got you gaf, ha ha" post or anything like that... It's just straight up what the two of us, and close friends were able to experience. I guess we were lucky in a way?? I do feel like it's a hell of a life experience...

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There are many other old gems, but I want to hear some new ones! So please, get in the Halloween Spirit and send some chills down our collective spines!

 

[LookAtMeGo]

One time I saw something out the corner of my eye when I was home alone. I was sure something was there. I got up to check and nothing was there. Pretty sure it was a ghost.

 

[CaptainKashup]

Oooh, I've got lots to tell. I used to live in a haunted house, in France.
But the thing is, I don't think my english is good enough to be able to write about the right way.

 

[PeskyToaster]

Love scary stories, bring 'em on!

 

[Shelbyville Milhouse]

I'm a ghost

 

[julia crawford]

spoopy

 

[subpar spatula]

I was really fucking high one night and I kept hearing loud thuds coming from the other room. I thought I was tripping but I went and saw, it was my mom having sex.

 

[LookAtMeGo]

I'm a ghost

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[Shelbyville Milhouse]

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Boo

 

[Professor Fate]

Oooh, I've got lots to tell. I used to live in a haunted house, in France.
But the thing is, I don't think my english is good enough to be able to write about the right way.

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You should try, it would be good practice. :)

 

[Furiousone]

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.

 

[super-heated plasma]

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.

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great story. thanks for sharing. did you ever see if you could verify about the airman?

 

[Waddle Dee]

One time I mistook a condom on my dick for a ghost.

 

[SpankyDoodle]

I've got three stories with three different levels of intensity

1) After watching the first Paranormal Activity I was scared completely shitless living by myself in a tiny studio apartment. It was above the garages in the back of the complex so I had to walk down a long dark driveway and then up some stairs to get there. After seeing PA I decided I needed to stay with a friend for a couple nights to get my ridiculous fear under control so I went home after work to get some things. Perfect plan: throw the door open with one hand and immediately reach in and flick the lights with the other. Which I do, and the apartment lights up and of course everything is fine, until I feel something press into my left side and I jump 30 feet out of my skin - it was my screen door coming back on one of those pneumatic hinges.

2) I worked at a movie theater in Santa Barbara called The Fiesta 5. There were goofy stories about it being haunted, it was originally a quadroplex but the fifth screen had been added on later, so there was of course a long dark hallway to get to the projection booth which was, obviously, where the ghost hung out. The story went that a long time ago there was a school field trip to the theater so the kids could learn how movie theaters work, and one kid was hanging out the projection window into the theater and they got pushed or lost their balance, something, whatever, they fell out the booth and cracked their neck and died. Feels like something that would be easy enough to confirm or deny happening but it was a fun story and I was like a Senior in high school so whatever. One night I'm up threading film for theater 4 and the hallway to 5 is to my back, I get the creeps and finish up and begin to walk back down stairs through the other projection booths. I take a few steps and hear my keys jingle on my belt but then notice there's a second set of footsteps behind me. I stop, they stop. I walk, they walk. Seems like a good case of echoing except with all the shit on the walls and piled everywhere and the projectors going, not an ideal place for sounds to bounce around. I book it down into theater 2 and tell my fellow supervisors what happened and they're like "Oh it was just [other supervisor] he's still up there" and we turn and look up and see the shadow of someone moving away from the booth window... right as the other supervisor walks in the theater door. Projection booths were up stairs and to get to us he would have had to been able to somehow walk through another booth, down stairs, through the office, through the lobby, and into the theater instantly. Never quite figured that one out but it was definitely weird.

3) This is the only one where I legitimately have no explanation for so I just accept it was a ghost. My girlfriend and I moved into a big brick apartment complex a couple years ago. I always joked it was probably haunted cause it looked old and we have a cat that's constantly seeing things that aren't there as cats tend to do, so I've just always been "lol probably the ghost" whenever something strange would happen.
So the way our apartment is laid out, there's the living room which is connected to the kitchen, but it's not just a normal doorway. It looks like it was once either a double-doorway or a sliding doorway, but they took out the doors, so it's just a really big archway now. That didn't work for us with the cat so we put up a curtain and a baby gate to try and keep him out of the kitchen and reduce the amount of hair and dander that floats in. So one night I'm in the kitchen nook, which is where we set up our computer desk, and my girlfriend is in the living room watching TV. When I'm at my computer the curtain is to my right (I can pull the curtain a bit and see the TV from my desk this way).
I'm drawing at my desk and the curtain flings open, not rustles or billows from wind, it gets drawn back as if someone was walking through it - I assume my girlfriend. So I turn my head to see her and give like a "hey babe" while I'm working, but I don't immediately register that it is not my girlfriend who just walked into the kitchen. The girl stops in her tracks and looks at me, I look back to my computer, realize that the girl standing behind me is not in fact my girlfriend, snap my head back and there's nobody there, the curtain hasn't been touched. I pause as what just happened sinks in and then jump up and stick my head into the living room and ask "Did you just come into the kitchen?" but as I'm asking I know she didn't, my girlfriend is in her PJs laying on the couch under a blanket with the cat laying on top of her, and the girl who'd come into the kitchen was not wearing PJs but a reddish brown dress, and her hair was longer and darker than my girlfriend's (her hair was bleached blond when this happened), styled differently, etc. I tell her everything I just saw and she says she didn't see anyone or notice the curtain move either.
So, ghost.

 

[adj_noun]

Boo

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[Kevyt]

Replying to this thread so it stays on my watched list

 

[Grizzel Greedigut]

I was hoping for a Ghost (band) thread. Anyways, I've never seen anything weird or paranormal and I've been messing around with "haunted" houses, cemeteries and Ouija boards my whole life. It's just something spooky to pass the time.

 

[Figgles]

The other day my 3-year-old brother was in the corner of a dark basement playing peekaboo... by himself. I'm not going to be visiting for a while.

 

[Fiction]

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.

 

[Segafreak]

For a period of a few years I regularly used to see shadows moving on the corner of my eyes, there is a certain spot in my place where they always appeared and I'm not the only one who saw them there. I didn't think much of it except the 2 times in particular when it was legit scary. I saw a huge shadow figure with wings rising across the room, this wasn't in the corner of my eyes but right in front of me when I was using my phone in bed.

They stopped appearing though.

Edit: wanted to add that I thought these figures were just my imagination for the longest time, after all they just appeared for a few sec randomly and I never cared, until someone who came over to my place one time and legit got shook by seeing something move too.

 

[PaJeppy]

One and only time I can't come up with an explanation.

Over at a friend's house, we're both pretty young, 7 or 8. No one else is home. Kitchen is just down a short hallway from where we are in the living room. Hear I microwave turn on so we get up thinking his dad came home. Right before we get into the kitchen the microwave stops and the door pops open. That's it.

His dad pulled in the driveway 5 minutes later.

 

[Furiousone]

great story. thanks for sharing. did you ever see if you could verify about the airman?

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I tried to find out more but never could locate anything.

 

[Kanann]

Don't believe in any kind of these things but I hope someday I will encounter one.

Always want a ghost or multiple ghosts servant to punishing bad people.

 

[TickleMeElbow]

I posted this in another thread. It's my first and only experience with what I think was a ghost, so I just copy and pasted it:

So.....I don't believe in ghosts, I think, but I literally found something out a couple days ago that freaked me the fuck out. Noticed this thread, so I'm gonna share.

When I was growing up there was this family that lived across from my house. The oldest kid was named Kyle. He was two years older than me, and when I was in 6th grade he was the "older badass kid" that us younger kids in the neighborhood looked up to. He was good at skating, smoked cigarettes, did drugs, and was getting blow jobs from all the hot 8th grade chicks. We were all skaters, and the steps in front of his house was the spot to chill. Us younger kids would congregate there, and Kyle was the king. He always sat at the top. He got us into a lot of shit kids our age shouldn't be getting into, but that year was one of the happiest years of my life.

In the spring of that year I moved to Japan, and when I moved back to the US towards the end of 7th grade, he was in HS. By that time he had stopped hanging out with us younger kids. I chilled with his younger sister though, so sometimes I would see him when I went over. He would pretty much just ignore me. I guess he thought he was too cool for us now that he was in HS haha.

Years went by and he eventually ended up joining the military. He got deployed to either Afghanistan or Iraq. Don't remember which. While deployed he was injured in an IED attack, and came home. Shortly after the entire family moved.

Flash forward to 2016. I was leaving my parents house, and as I drove in front of Kyle's old house I saw Kyle sitting at the top of the steps like he used to. He looked pretty much the same, but kinda fat and had a short beard. I gave him one of those chin nods as I drove by, but it was like he didn't see me at all. I thought it was strange because that family had moved awhile ago. In fact, that house was empty at the time. I figured maybe he came back to look at the house for old times sake or something. Maybe he wanted to move into his childhood home. Idk. It was just a "oh, there's Kyle" moment, and I forgot about it for awhile.

A couple days ago I randomly remembered Kyle sitting in front of that house. I started wondering what he was up to lately, so I googled him. Turns out Kyle passed away in 2014, two years before I saw him sitting on that porch. It didn't say how, just that he passed "suddenly". At first I was freaked out and in disbelief, but as I was scrolling through all the pictures his family left on the orbituary page, I was hit with a wave of immense sadness. Some of the pictures showed Kyle, chubby with a short beard.

Logically, the person I saw that day could've been a case of mistaken identity. But you know when you see someone and you immediately recognize them? I didn't doubt for a second that the person I saw that day was Kyle...until I found out he was dead. At first I was freaked out, but the more I think about it I just get sad. If it actually was Kyle, I wonder if he knows. I wonder how he passed. I wonder what he was thinking about at the top of those steps.

 

[CaptNink]

Yes please, bring me the boo!

 

[skeezx]

i'll keep it short and sweet. it's nothing super interesting or super spooky, but it is an experience i had...

times were tough and i was living in a studio apartment in a bad neighborhood. a friend came over soon after i moved in, we had drinks and he passed out on the floor. next morning he mentioned how the bathroom door slammed shut by itself and woke him up. thought "hm, weird. but whatever."

ensuing months i started hearing the bathroom door opening and closing by itself. i kept telling myself it was just the unit A/C doing this - but given its position relative to the door i'm not sure how that'd be possible unless there was some kind of thermal conduction at play.

then one night i poured a glass of whiskey and laid in front of the TV watching a movie. set the glass down dozed off... woke up to find the top half of the glass completely shattered, shards laying in a particular trail, yet the bottom half completely unmoved. yeah, i know what you're thinking at this point, that i was just drunk and broke shit. not the case as i was just having a nightcap, but okay lets assume i was blackout drunk, how would the glass physically still be in place with the top half impacted enough to break. this would involve me unconsciously finding a hard object in my apartment, swinging it at the glass, then replacing it exactly as it was and placing the shards in that particular pattern. possible? sure. but it's a stretch

to tie down the whole "ghost story" element in i was bored at working running a crime watch search on my complex and found in the floor below a guy was cleaning his gun and it killed a little girl in the apartment diagonally from me. so there's that

to this day i'm ambivalent about the whole thing. but it's a thing that happened and that's all i know

 

[super-heated plasma]

I posted this in another thread. It's my first and only experience with what I think was a ghost, so I just copy and pasted it:

So.....I don't believe in ghosts, I think, but I literally found something out a couple days ago that freaked me the fuck out. Noticed this thread, so I'm gonna share.

When I was growing up there was this family that lived across from my house. The oldest kid was named Kyle. He was two years older than me, and when I was in 6th grade he was the "older badass kid" that us younger kids in the neighborhood looked up to. He was good at skating, smoked cigarettes, did drugs, and was getting blow jobs from all the hot 8th grade chicks. We were all skaters, and the steps in front of his house was the spot to chill. Us younger kids would congregate there, and Kyle was the king. He always sat at the top. He got us into a lot of shit kids our age shouldn't be getting into, but that year was one of the happiest years of my life.

In the spring of that year I moved to Japan, and when I moved back to the US towards the end of 7th grade, he was in HS. By that time he had stopped hanging out with us younger kids. I chilled with his younger sister though, so sometimes I would see him when I went over. He would pretty much just ignore me. I guess he thought he was too cool for us now that he was in HS haha.

Years went by and he eventually ended up joining the military. He got deployed to either Afghanistan or Iraq. Don't remember which. While deployed he was injured in an IED attack, and came home. Shortly after the entire family moved.

Flash forward to 2016. I was leaving my parents house, and as I drove in front of Kyle's old house I saw Kyle sitting at the top of the steps like he used to. He looked pretty much the same, but kinda fat and had a short beard. I gave him one of those chin nods as I drove by, but it was like he didn't see me at all. I thought it was strange because that family had moved awhile ago. In fact, that house was empty at the time. I figured maybe he came back to look at the house for old times sake or something. Maybe he wanted to move into his childhood home. Idk. It was just a "oh, there's Kyle" moment, and I forgot about it for awhile.

A couple days ago I randomly remembered Kyle sitting in front of that house. I started wondering what he was up to lately, so I googled him. Turns out Kyle passed away in 2014, two years before I saw him sitting on that porch. It didn't say how, just that he passed "suddenly". At first I was freaked out and in disbelief, but as I was scrolling through all the pictures his family left on the orbituary page, I was hit with a wave of immense sadness. Some of the pictures showed Kyle, chubby with a short beard.

Logically, the person I saw that day could've been a case of mistaken identity. But you know when you see someone and you immediately recognize them? I didn't doubt for a second that the person I saw that day was Kyle...until I found out he was dead. At first I was freaked out, but the more I think about it I just get sad. If it actually was Kyle, I wonder if he knows. I wonder how he passed. I wonder what he was thinking about at the top of those steps.

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damn. that is a sad story for sure.

 

[super-heated plasma]

Here's an old story from Reddit, that's creepy as hell.

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/knpbv/holes/

I've always wanted to share this experience with someone who could relate, and since the therapist I saw as a result of this happening couldn't, maybe r/nosleep can.

When I was about 7-8 years old I lived with my grandparents in South Carolina. They had this big house that used to be a stop on the Underground Railroad and I used to love discovering all the cool passageways that ran all over the place. When I wasn't doing that, my grandfather took me fishing and hunting while my grandmother would teach me how to sew and cook. Kind of girly things for a little boy to be doing, but those skills definitely helped out in the long run.

My folks were military, so rather than drag me around and traumatize me with multiple moves they had me stay at my grandparents'. My room sat at essentially the middle of the house. It was surrounded on all sides by thick walls which used to house passageways but had since been sealed off. I hung up pictures and cool things befitting an eight year old's room. I loved the house, but it started to feel a little off after a while.

I noticed that my things kept disappearing. Nothing incredibly valuable, just trivial things like my toothbrushes and combs. No, they never reappeared at some random place, and I would never see them again. My grandparents spent a fortune on my various grooming products, I imagine. It was just my stuff though, which left me and my family in confusion. They used to joke that a ghost must have taken a liking to me.

They were kidding of course, but I started to get really freaked out over this notion. I started paying attention to very minor noises and details, and whenever something odd DID present itself it would creep me out to the extreme. I remember drying a favorite shirt of mine, only to come back five minutes later to find the dryer door open and my shirt gone. My things would be moved. Pictures of me that were on the walls would go missing. Most importantly, these little holes started appearing in the walls around the house.

They first showed up in my room, then they just popped up all over the house. The kitchen, the bathrooms, the living room. Everywhere except the master bedroom, where my grandparents slept. This really creeped me out, so one night I decided I was going to sleep in their room. I slept in a pretty comfy sleeping bag on the floor, and for the first time in awhile I felt pretty safe.

Two AM rolls around and I wake up to this weird tapping sound. It's almost as if someone was hammering something a little ways off. It was the middle of the country and people are often awake doing random things at all hours, so I started to write it off. The moment I started to shrug it off, I happened to look at the far wall, directly facing me. Just in time to see a jagged piece of wall fall out, leaving another tiny hole. I yelled and woke my grandparents. They were genuinely upset for me, so we packed up a few things and left for a weekend.

When we got back, the first thing I noticed is that almost everything in the house that had anything to do with me was either gone or damaged. My room was now host to at least thirty different holes, all in varying shapes and sizes. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was go to bed. Me and my grandparents stood in my room and demanded whatever was in the house to leave me alone.

There was no great relief, there was no angry outburst, there was no ghostly laughter. Just silence and me feeling scared and a little silly. I decided to be brave and stay in my room that night.

I awoke around 12 AM to a thump, the kind I usually attribute to my family moving around knocking into a wall. I started drifting back off, only to hear another thump. Then another.

Eventually these grew pretty rhythmic. I was scared out of my mind. I bolted upright and started scanning around my room. I grabbed the flashlight that I had grown to keep on my nightstand and started shining it everywhere. The floor, the walls, the holes. The thumping stopped, but I kept looking around frantically. Eventually my beam caught something shiny and I fixated on it. As soon as I realized what it was, I screamed and started crying like a little girl for my parents. It was a human eye.

My grandparents came in and saw this, an unblinking human eye staring out at the room. The police were called and came immediately. They opened the sealed portions of the house and searched every passageway they could find. Eventually they came to the section behind my far wall, where the eye was located. I wasn't privy to the information when I was that young, but when I got older my grandparents told me what it was.

The police came upon this tiny room, only big enough to hold one person comfortably if only barely. They were first greeted by what they described as a thick layer of garbage and waste. Most of this "garbage" was my things that had gone missing. My combs, my toothbrushes, my socks, my shoes, my washcloths. My favorite shirt. At the wall, surrounded by pictures of me, was a man. He was completely naked, the only thing keeping him upright was a belt around his neck looped over a nearby low rafter. The cause of death was autoerotic asphyxiation. He had died staring at me, pleasuring himself, surrounded by his sick fascination with me.

I don't think there's any getting over it. I can't stand the dark now, and now when I go to sleep...all I can think about are holes.

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[Firebrand]

I once heard noise coming from a bathroom stall but I waited 15 minutes and still nobody came out.

 

[super-heated plasma]

I once heard noise coming from a bathroom stall but I waited 15 minutes and still nobody came out.

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It could be the mysterious Phantom Poo...

 

[AGoodODST]

I posted this in a previous thread. Only spooky thing that's ever really happened to me.

I don't believe in ghosts so my only explanation for this is hallucinating or something.

At the time we lived in a small cottage near my primary school. It was a bit run down and my Mum had a blast doing it all up. I would have been about six, but I remember people jokingly saying things like "look out for old Mrs McConechy", referring to the old woman who had died in the house previously (just due to old age, nothing mysterious).

Anyway, not long after moving in we noticed weird things. My Mum used to be really into wind chimes and she had this huge set in the hall. They used to go off all the time. She would leave earrings sitting on her dresser and would come back to see them replaced with different, more old fashioned ones. We would often hear footsteps in the hall. Nothing too bad and I (still) but this down to my mum winding me up.

One thing I cannot explain though. I was sitting up with my mum one night watching TV. We used to have an awesome cat called Percy (that was a female lol). The cat done that creepy thing they do so well where they stare off into space and stand up all straight with their hair on end. It walked over to the door into the hall (where the wind chimes were). My mum turned the TV down and we could faintly hear the wind chimes. Percy nudged the door open and the floor was all covered in plaster with more crumbling down from the roof. At this point Percy is going wild, hissing and freaking the fuck out. My Mum gets up and opens the door fully and all the plaster just disappears. All gone, no mess. Ceiling is fine.

I don't believe in ghosts like I said, but I don't have an explanations for us both seeing that.

 

[PancakeBurglar]

Only one story. I was about 5 years old and woke up in the middle of the night saw what I thought was an apparition of a fat man near my closet where I had all my toys. I of course got scared and hid under my covers until I fell asleep. Always refered to it as Santa's ghost lol

 

[CopperPuppy]

Here's an old story from Reddit, that's creepy as hell.

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/knpbv/holes/

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Usually I read these and shrug but this one is woooooooooooooooooooooow

 

[super-heated plasma]

I posted this in a previous thread. Only spooky thing that's ever really happened to me.

I don't believe in ghosts so my only explanation for this is hallucinating or something.

At the time we lived in a small cottage near my primary school. It was a bit run down and my Mum had a blast doing it all up. I would have been about six, but I remember people jokingly saying things like "look out for old Mrs McConechy", referring to the old woman who had died in the house previously (just due to old age, nothing mysterious).

Anyway, not long after moving in we noticed weird things. My Mum used to be really into wind chimes and she had this huge set in the hall. They used to go off all the time. She would leave earrings sitting on her dresser and would come back to see them replaced with different, more old fashioned ones. We would often hear footsteps in the hall. Nothing too bad and I (still) but this down to my mum winding me up.

One thing I cannot explain though. I was sitting up with my mum one night watching TV. We used to have an awesome cat called Percy (that was a female lol). The cat done that creepy thing they do so well where they stare off into space and stand up all straight with their hair on end. It walked over to the door into the hall (where the wind chimes were). My mum turned the TV down and we could faintly hear the wind chimes. Percy nudged the door open and the floor was all covered in plaster with more crumbling down from the roof. At this point Percy is going wild, hissing and freaking the fuck out. My Mum gets up and opens the door fully and all the plaster just disappears. All gone, no mess. Ceiling is fine.

I don't believe in ghosts like I said, but I don't have an explanations for us both seeing that.

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Thanks for sharing. Anything happen after that?

 

[AGoodODST]

Thanks for sharing. Anything happen after that?

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Nope not that I saw. My mum mentioned coming into the bedroom on several occasions and seeing an old lady watching over my brothers bed while we were asleep. But again, I've always put this down to her on the wind up lol. Again I don't believe in really believe in ghosts or anything so this doesn't really mean much but I never felt scared or a "presence" or anything in the house.

We ended moving to a bigger house (not due to anything happening or anything like that) and I don't know who moved in after us. I think they knocked the cottage down eventually and built new builds there which is a shame as it was a really nice old house and area.

Edit: I actually just called her to ask if there was anything else as this thread got me thinking about it. Apparently she would often wake up during the night and hear the noise of really loud wind and that she asked about it around the village and the old lady that lived there hated the wind. She also remembered my brother waking her up shouting standing in the living room saying he heard the wind really loud and paper flying everywhere. I think I actually remember that happing (my brother waking up, not the wind and paper part). So there you go!

 

[AGoodODST]

Double post

 

[Deleted member 16025]

I posted this in another thread. It's my first and only experience with what I think was a ghost, so I just copy and pasted it:

So.....I don't believe in ghosts, I think, but I literally found something out a couple days ago that freaked me the fuck out. Noticed this thread, so I'm gonna share.

When I was growing up there was this family that lived across from my house. The oldest kid was named Kyle. He was two years older than me, and when I was in 6th grade he was the "older badass kid" that us younger kids in the neighborhood looked up to. He was good at skating, smoked cigarettes, did drugs, and was getting blow jobs from all the hot 8th grade chicks. We were all skaters, and the steps in front of his house was the spot to chill. Us younger kids would congregate there, and Kyle was the king. He always sat at the top. He got us into a lot of shit kids our age shouldn't be getting into, but that year was one of the happiest years of my life.

In the spring of that year I moved to Japan, and when I moved back to the US towards the end of 7th grade, he was in HS. By that time he had stopped hanging out with us younger kids. I chilled with his younger sister though, so sometimes I would see him when I went over. He would pretty much just ignore me. I guess he thought he was too cool for us now that he was in HS haha.

Years went by and he eventually ended up joining the military. He got deployed to either Afghanistan or Iraq. Don't remember which. While deployed he was injured in an IED attack, and came home. Shortly after the entire family moved.

Flash forward to 2016. I was leaving my parents house, and as I drove in front of Kyle's old house I saw Kyle sitting at the top of the steps like he used to. He looked pretty much the same, but kinda fat and had a short beard. I gave him one of those chin nods as I drove by, but it was like he didn't see me at all. I thought it was strange because that family had moved awhile ago. In fact, that house was empty at the time. I figured maybe he came back to look at the house for old times sake or something. Maybe he wanted to move into his childhood home. Idk. It was just a "oh, there's Kyle" moment, and I forgot about it for awhile.

A couple days ago I randomly remembered Kyle sitting in front of that house. I started wondering what he was up to lately, so I googled him. Turns out Kyle passed away in 2014, two years before I saw him sitting on that porch. It didn't say how, just that he passed "suddenly". At first I was freaked out and in disbelief, but as I was scrolling through all the pictures his family left on the orbituary page, I was hit with a wave of immense sadness. Some of the pictures showed Kyle, chubby with a short beard.

Logically, the person I saw that day could've been a case of mistaken identity. But you know when you see someone and you immediately recognize them? I didn't doubt for a second that the person I saw that day was Kyle...until I found out he was dead. At first I was freaked out, but the more I think about it I just get sad. If it actually was Kyle, I wonder if he knows. I wonder how he passed. I wonder what he was thinking about at the top of those steps.

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You might want to change your opening paragraph because you originally posted it back in August so its not exactly "a couple of days ago" anymore. Also, seeing this posted again without any edits or anything makes it seem like you may have stolen it from somewhere else to begin with.

https://www.resetera.com/threads/my-house-is-haunted.55977/page-30#post-11181580

 

[TickleMeElbow]

You might want to change your opening paragraph because you originally posted it back in August so its not exactly "a couple of days ago" anymore. Also, seeing this posted again without any edits or anything makes it seem like you may have stolen it from somewhere else to begin with.

https://www.resetera.com/threads/my-house-is-haunted.55977/page-30#post-11181580

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Yeah that's why I said I posted it in another thread in the beginning and just copy and pasted it lol.

I might change it later.

 

[Plywood]

Here's an old story from Reddit, that's creepy as hell.

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/knpbv/holes/

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[Deleted member 16025]

Yeah that's why I said I posted it in another thread in the beginning and just copy and pasted it lol.

I might change it later.

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It's hell of a story, btw!

 

[Igniz12]

Here's an old story from Reddit, that's creepy as hell.

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/knpbv/holes/

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This sounds like the plot to an New Zealand horror-comedy movie with a similar premise that I can't recall the name of; People living in the house think its haunted, turns out some guy was living in the walls and making all the strange happenings in the house but with less sex pest and life long trauma.

 

[TickleMeElbow]

It's hell of a story, btw!

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I actually want to contact his sister to find out how he passed, but I feel like it would be in poor taste, especially since we haven't talked since HS.

Like "hey, so I randomly googled your brother and found out he died like four years ago. How'd that happen? Also I'm pretty sure I saw him sitting in front of your old house two years after he died...." lol.

 

[super-heated plasma]

Nope not that I saw. My mum mentioned coming into the bedroom on several occasions and seeing an old lady watching over my brothers bed while we were asleep. But again, I've always put this down to her on the wind up lol. Again I don't believe in really believe in ghosts or anything so this doesn't really mean much but I never felt scared or a "presence" or anything in the house.

We ended moving to a bigger house (not due to anything happening or anything like that) and I don't know who moved in after us. I think they knocked the cottage down eventually and built new builds there which is a shame as it was a really nice old house and area.

Edit: I actually just called her to ask if there was anything else as this thread got me thinking about it. Apparently she would often wake up during the night and hear the noise of really loud wind and that she asked about it around the village and the old lady that lived there hated the wind. She also remembered my brother waking her up shouting standing in the living room saying he heard the wind really loud and paper flying everywhere. I think I actually remember that happing (my brother waking up, not the wind and paper part). So there you go!

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I'd say that qualifies as 'anything else.'

 

[BioHazard]

This sounds like the plot to an New Zealand horror-comedy movie with a similar premise that I can't recall the name of; People living in the house think its haunted, turns out some guy was living in the walls and making all the strange happenings in the house but with less sex pest and life long trauma.

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Spoiler

Housebound, I believe

 

[Mirage]

Here's an old story from Reddit, that's creepy as hell.

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/knpbv/holes/

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This is scary.

 

[Notaskwid]

Its 3:30 here

 

[The Climaxan]

Are creature stories allowed in this thread? My experience is not so much a ghost story, but when I was a senior in High School I encountered a creature outside of my parents house that will haunt me until the day I die. But if y'all want to keep it ghostly I'll save it.

 

[DarkChronic]

I don't believe in ghosts but I do have one "I can't explain that" story.

Years ago I worked at a mortgage company (first job out of college). I started during a busy time and they had some of us coming in on weekends. I figure sure, why not, get some overtime. We would come in at 6 am and leave by 2 on Saturday.

So I woke up at 5 (still dark out, late fall/early winter) and drove to work. I'm on a winding/forested road, still dark, roads are empty....and I freakin' see an old couple, maybe mid to late 80s, walking on the side of the road (no sidewalks) in freaking wedding attire. The man was dressed in a suit and tie and the woman had a white dress on.

My jaw was on the floor as I drove past them and I had the chills so hard. I will never forget it. I was so unnerved that entire day.

I am familiar with the area and there is NO building/place/venue in the nearby area they could have been going to/returning from. I am 100 percent positive there is an explanation to what I saw, but I don't know what it is.

 

[super-heated plasma]

Are creature stories allowed in this thread? My experience is not so much a ghost story, but when I was a senior in High School I encountered a creature outside of my parents house that will haunt me until the day I die. But if y'all want to keep it ghostly I'll save it.

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Of course. Go for it.

 

[Randam]

How was the photo under his bed for so long? Was it the same bed from 20, or even 30 years ago?