We're in the spookiest time of the year. It gets dark earlier, the weather is getting colder in most places, and the mornings are foggy and mysterious. We can practically smell hauntings in the air!
But unfortunately, not all scary experiences come from trying to get into the Halloween spirit. Some are very real and frightening, to the point where we just can't seem to forget them. So, we gathered a bunch of creepy stories from r/AskReddit, and honestly, you might want to turn on the lights before reading these!
#1
Ran into a bear. No, I mean *ran into* a bear.
I was visiting a relative down in Florida. I wasn't used to nights being so warm and balmy, so I went for a walk at around 9:30. The neighborhood was a pretty nice one, so I wasn't worried. No one told me that there were black bears around, and that they like to go through peoples garbage.
So I'm walking on the sidewalk, crossing someone's driveway, there are two cars on it, and I'm about to walk past the first. Meanwhile Mr. Bear is just leaving after a good scrounge, he's *between* the two cars, and about to exit. As fate would have it, our trajectories intersected.
He walks out from between the cars just as I'm walking past them, and I actually bump into the d**n thing. There's about a half second of my brain going "No f*****g way that just happened", and I'd like to think Mr. Bear was thinking the same thing, because neither of us immediately reacted. Then I either broke the world record for backwards leaping or briefly unlocked my latent mutant teleporting ability, because I *zipped* back fifteen feet and then ran for dear life.
No idea what the bear did, I didn't dare look behind me. I'm assuming he didn't give chase, because those things are faster than they look, and it definitely would have caught me. Maybe it was too full of garbage to feel like running, maybe it was relatively used to humans from hanging around the area and didn't care, or maybe it was just laughing its a*s off. Regardless, I've never run so fast in my entire life.
I was visiting a relative down in Florida. I wasn't used to nights being so warm and balmy, so I went for a walk at around 9:30. The neighborhood was a pretty nice one, so I wasn't worried. No one told me that there were black bears around, and that they like to go through peoples garbage.
So I'm walking on the sidewalk, crossing someone's driveway, there are two cars on it, and I'm about to walk past the first. Meanwhile Mr. Bear is just leaving after a good scrounge, he's *between* the two cars, and about to exit. As fate would have it, our trajectories intersected.
He walks out from between the cars just as I'm walking past them, and I actually bump into the d**n thing. There's about a half second of my brain going "No f*****g way that just happened", and I'd like to think Mr. Bear was thinking the same thing, because neither of us immediately reacted. Then I either broke the world record for backwards leaping or briefly unlocked my latent mutant teleporting ability, because I *zipped* back fifteen feet and then ran for dear life.
No idea what the bear did, I didn't dare look behind me. I'm assuming he didn't give chase, because those things are faster than they look, and it definitely would have caught me. Maybe it was too full of garbage to feel like running, maybe it was relatively used to humans from hanging around the area and didn't care, or maybe it was just laughing its a*s off. Regardless, I've never run so fast in my entire life.
32points
#2
When I was younger I used to live by the woods and could see a cemetery from my back porch. One Easter I remember waking up and seeing the Easter bunny (one of those terrifying costumes) and what really gets me is I remember smelling the wet hay. When I woke up I didn't tell anyone, but there was an extra Easter egg in my house that my parents didn't hide. Years later when I was in high school I asked my parents if they ever dressed up like the Easter bunny and came into our room, they said they would never go through so much trouble.
Then my younger sister, who I shared a bunk bed with when this happened, said she remembers when the Easter bunny came into our room and made a remark about the hay smell. I was terrified that we both remembered seeing a person dressed as a bunny in our room. To make it even stranger, I told the friends I sat with at lunch what happened. One of the girls was my neighbor across the street. She told me one Easter a long time she looked out her window during the night and saw the Easter bunny standing in her driveway. I had chills. To this day I am terrified of people in rabbit costumes. TL;DR A man in a bunny suit came into my room when I was a child and stood over me.
Then my younger sister, who I shared a bunk bed with when this happened, said she remembers when the Easter bunny came into our room and made a remark about the hay smell. I was terrified that we both remembered seeing a person dressed as a bunny in our room. To make it even stranger, I told the friends I sat with at lunch what happened. One of the girls was my neighbor across the street. She told me one Easter a long time she looked out her window during the night and saw the Easter bunny standing in her driveway. I had chills. To this day I am terrified of people in rabbit costumes. TL;DR A man in a bunny suit came into my room when I was a child and stood over me.
24points
#3
I once had to work a very late shift at the funeral home to prepare a body for a viewing the following morning. I think I finally finished my work around midnight. Anyways, it was winter, and I ended up getting snowed in at the funeral home. I had to stay the night until plows came early AM to plow out. Let me tell you - it's f*****g creepy sleeping in a funeral home knowing there are 20 d**d people in the basement.
18points
Creepy, haunted-house-like experiences can happen to anyone. It doesn't mean some people are more predisposed to them than others, but research shows certain factors can increase the likelihood.
One of them is carbon monoxide. In 1921, ophthalmologist Dr. William Wilmer published a report about a bizarre medical case in which a family kept hearing phantom footsteps, doors slamming, and furniture scraping across the floor. They believed a supernatural presence might be responsible, but a faulty basement furnace was leaking odorless carbon monoxide into their bedrooms.
#4
Its not scary or (to me) creepy but it IS unexplainable and supernatural
I currently live alone in my great grandparents house, my grandpas childhood home. Its been in the family basically since it was built. My great grandpa didn't d*e IN the house but he was rushed to the hospital from the house and eventually d**d. Its important to note that a lot of the original furniture is still here!
so my great grandpa was a stern but affectionate guy. he was that trope where the big tough scary dude is secretly soft for kids and animals. Above all he was a known lover of cats. He ALWAYS had at least one cat, he rescued kittens constantly. My cats always seem to congregate where he used to spend his time. Where his chair used to be, in his old bed, at his seat at the dining room table
I've always sort of felt his presence in the house. I wasn't especially close to him because like I said he was a super intimidating type of dude lol but he was kind to me and my sisters and cousins. During hurricane Sally we lost power in my city for like a week, and on the first night, when I was trying to wait the storm out alone, SUPER nervous, his old alarm radio came on. It was static but it sort of sounded like a man was speaking, maybe on a talk show or something. Im sure there's a logical explanation (im NOT tech savvy) but this radio has no battery power feature like it HAS to be plugged in to work, AND no matter what I did to it it wouldn't go off or turn down, even when I f****d with the volume
I started living here with my dad shortly after his d***h when I was about 15 and now I live here alone as an adult. Idk if its the memories or what, but I've never felt alone in the house, even when I for sure was.
I currently live alone in my great grandparents house, my grandpas childhood home. Its been in the family basically since it was built. My great grandpa didn't d*e IN the house but he was rushed to the hospital from the house and eventually d**d. Its important to note that a lot of the original furniture is still here!
so my great grandpa was a stern but affectionate guy. he was that trope where the big tough scary dude is secretly soft for kids and animals. Above all he was a known lover of cats. He ALWAYS had at least one cat, he rescued kittens constantly. My cats always seem to congregate where he used to spend his time. Where his chair used to be, in his old bed, at his seat at the dining room table
I've always sort of felt his presence in the house. I wasn't especially close to him because like I said he was a super intimidating type of dude lol but he was kind to me and my sisters and cousins. During hurricane Sally we lost power in my city for like a week, and on the first night, when I was trying to wait the storm out alone, SUPER nervous, his old alarm radio came on. It was static but it sort of sounded like a man was speaking, maybe on a talk show or something. Im sure there's a logical explanation (im NOT tech savvy) but this radio has no battery power feature like it HAS to be plugged in to work, AND no matter what I did to it it wouldn't go off or turn down, even when I f****d with the volume
I started living here with my dad shortly after his d***h when I was about 15 and now I live here alone as an adult. Idk if its the memories or what, but I've never felt alone in the house, even when I for sure was.
18points
#5
In college, I would go home every other weekend to work at the job I had since high school. I would drive directly from campus after my last class on Friday to my job (about an hour) and, after my shift was done, I'd go back to my parent's house which was out in the middle of nowhere.
My parents weren't yet home when I got back from work (they often spend their Friday and Saturday evenings drinking like they were the ones in college), so the house was dark and, since it was mid fall, so was the yard - save for the yard light. I pulled into my normal parking spot, got out of the car and then turned to open the back door of my car and get my backpack out of the back seat.
That's when I noticed that the bathroom light was on.
Was that light on when I pulled up? It must have been, right?
As I was contemplating the light and reaching for my backpack, there was suddenly a very angry looking old woman standing in the window staring at me. We're not talking resting b***h face here either, she was pissed off at me and I knew it.
We stood there staring at each other for a good ten seconds when my parent's pulled into the driveway and distracted me from my stare down with the woman in the bathroom. By the time I turned back, the light was still on, but the woman was gone.
My parents weren't yet home when I got back from work (they often spend their Friday and Saturday evenings drinking like they were the ones in college), so the house was dark and, since it was mid fall, so was the yard - save for the yard light. I pulled into my normal parking spot, got out of the car and then turned to open the back door of my car and get my backpack out of the back seat.
That's when I noticed that the bathroom light was on.
Was that light on when I pulled up? It must have been, right?
As I was contemplating the light and reaching for my backpack, there was suddenly a very angry looking old woman standing in the window staring at me. We're not talking resting b***h face here either, she was pissed off at me and I knew it.
We stood there staring at each other for a good ten seconds when my parent's pulled into the driveway and distracted me from my stare down with the woman in the bathroom. By the time I turned back, the light was still on, but the woman was gone.
16points
#6
I was seventeen, still living in my parents' house. Everyone was away on a Friday night so I had a few friends over. We smoked a little, and were chilling in the basement playing video games. Two of my friends ran upstairs to get some snacks out of the pantry. After a few seconds they came running down the steps yelling my name. They say somebody just pulled into my driveway. I hear the dog start freaking out. I panic, thinking my parents are home, and I scramble to hide the weed and pipe we had sitting next to the back door.
I walked up the steps and looked out the window. There was no car in the driveway but my dog was still freaking out. I went outside to see if anyone was out there. It was late, almost midnight, and cold. I was barefoot and poorly dressed. I walked around my house, shivering and nervous, and found nothing. I went back inside, took my dog down to the basement with me and tried to relax.
Maybe twenty minutes later, we hear a huge crashing sound. It sounded like something had exploded right in front of the house. We ran outside through the back door and saw a car wrapped around a tree right by the road in my neighbor's front yard. My dog starts freaking out again. It was my brother's car. My brother had gone with my parents to my aunt's and left his car in the garage. I ran to look inside and there was nobody in it.
I immediately called my brother, freaking out. When he answered the phone I was both relieved and confused. He instructed me to call the police. He came home. The police came and looked around. They took statements from everybody (we hid the fact that we were high pretty well). As the tow truck was pulling my brother's care out of the front yard, the police received a call about a break in down the street. They left an officer with us and the rest left to respond to the call.
It turns out that a group of people were going through my neighborhood, breaking into houses and stealing cars out of garages. I was in the house when the burglar stole my brother's car. I may have even walked right past him at one point. When they caught the group, one of the guys was injured as if he had been in a car wreck. He was the one who had broken into my house. I knew him. He had graduated from my high-school when I was a freshmen. He had house-sat for us. He knew where we kept the spare keys, he knew that if one of us was home that the doors would be unlocked and he waited until it was just me, alone in the house.
It wasn't paranormal, but it still creeps me out to this day that the guy had waited for myself, or any of my other family members, to be alone in the house and had broken in. It scares me that I was so completely unaware of my surroundings back then that I would have let that guy get the drop on me if he had hostile intentions. It makes me sick that somebody we had trusted to stay in our house while we were gone would come back a couple years later and do something like that.
I walked up the steps and looked out the window. There was no car in the driveway but my dog was still freaking out. I went outside to see if anyone was out there. It was late, almost midnight, and cold. I was barefoot and poorly dressed. I walked around my house, shivering and nervous, and found nothing. I went back inside, took my dog down to the basement with me and tried to relax.
Maybe twenty minutes later, we hear a huge crashing sound. It sounded like something had exploded right in front of the house. We ran outside through the back door and saw a car wrapped around a tree right by the road in my neighbor's front yard. My dog starts freaking out again. It was my brother's car. My brother had gone with my parents to my aunt's and left his car in the garage. I ran to look inside and there was nobody in it.
I immediately called my brother, freaking out. When he answered the phone I was both relieved and confused. He instructed me to call the police. He came home. The police came and looked around. They took statements from everybody (we hid the fact that we were high pretty well). As the tow truck was pulling my brother's care out of the front yard, the police received a call about a break in down the street. They left an officer with us and the rest left to respond to the call.
It turns out that a group of people were going through my neighborhood, breaking into houses and stealing cars out of garages. I was in the house when the burglar stole my brother's car. I may have even walked right past him at one point. When they caught the group, one of the guys was injured as if he had been in a car wreck. He was the one who had broken into my house. I knew him. He had graduated from my high-school when I was a freshmen. He had house-sat for us. He knew where we kept the spare keys, he knew that if one of us was home that the doors would be unlocked and he waited until it was just me, alone in the house.
It wasn't paranormal, but it still creeps me out to this day that the guy had waited for myself, or any of my other family members, to be alone in the house and had broken in. It scares me that I was so completely unaware of my surroundings back then that I would have let that guy get the drop on me if he had hostile intentions. It makes me sick that somebody we had trusted to stay in our house while we were gone would come back a couple years later and do something like that.
15points
#7
I work security by night and a few years back I was stationed at an old army barracks just outside my city, which now housed an international tech company.
So one night I'm heading upstairs to the canteen and when I get to the top of the stairs, I take a look to my right, through the small window of a door.
Well if I was in a cartoon, I would have done that running in the spot thing trying to get away, because when I looked through the window, there was a guy staring right back at me!
I was already on edge because the building is hundreds of years old and I was expecting the worst but felt relieved when I went back to check it out and realized it was just my reflection...
So one night I'm heading upstairs to the canteen and when I get to the top of the stairs, I take a look to my right, through the small window of a door.
Well if I was in a cartoon, I would have done that running in the spot thing trying to get away, because when I looked through the window, there was a guy staring right back at me!
I was already on edge because the building is hundreds of years old and I was expecting the worst but felt relieved when I went back to check it out and realized it was just my reflection...
13points
But why does this happen, and why is it so common? Well, even low-level carbon monoxide (CO) exposure can deprive the brain of oxygen, a condition known as hypoxia. This can affect brain function and cause symptoms like confusion, memory problems, and, in severe cases, hallucinations.
Similarly, toxic mold, which can be a problem in older homes. Depending on the mold type and the exposure, symptoms can also include hallucinations. So both can make a home feel pretty unsettling. And that's how some creepy haunted-house stories might begin.
#8
Not me, but a true story of something that happened recently to my mother:
My mother was having dinner at a friends house. It was a small old cottage that's been around for 100 years. She tries to find the bathroom and pulls on a door that is locked. The friend sees and says "Sorry that goes to the basement, the bathroom is over there." Thinking it is odd, my mother asks why the basement door is locked. "Its always locked, in fact I don't even have a key for it, the real estate agent advised me not to go down there as its not been upgraded like the rest of the cottage. Its little more than a root cellar."
Fast forward a few weeks, when my mother (who works for the police department's community division) is working on a project about the history of the police department in the town. An old man comes in with news clippings about various community events, as well as a news clipping from the 50's about a gruesome m****r. My mom was a bit taken aback. "Sorry, I forgot those clippings were in here too." "No...I know this address, its my friends house! What happened there?" "Oh..." said the old man. "Well, that use to be my mother's house. She had been dating this man who was cruel to her. Beat her horribly. She tried again and again to break it off with him, but he'd always come back. Finally my aunt moved in with us, and my mother finally broke up with him." He starts getting emotional "Then one night he broke in, and tied my mother, aunt, sister, and brother up in the basement. He sh*t them all in front of my mother. Then he sh*t her, and k****d himself, leaving a note that she would never leave him again. I was away at college...." He started to sob.
And that is how my mother's friend learned she has a haunted quadruple m****r-s*****e scene in her basement. She moved out a year later.
My mother was having dinner at a friends house. It was a small old cottage that's been around for 100 years. She tries to find the bathroom and pulls on a door that is locked. The friend sees and says "Sorry that goes to the basement, the bathroom is over there." Thinking it is odd, my mother asks why the basement door is locked. "Its always locked, in fact I don't even have a key for it, the real estate agent advised me not to go down there as its not been upgraded like the rest of the cottage. Its little more than a root cellar."
Fast forward a few weeks, when my mother (who works for the police department's community division) is working on a project about the history of the police department in the town. An old man comes in with news clippings about various community events, as well as a news clipping from the 50's about a gruesome m****r. My mom was a bit taken aback. "Sorry, I forgot those clippings were in here too." "No...I know this address, its my friends house! What happened there?" "Oh..." said the old man. "Well, that use to be my mother's house. She had been dating this man who was cruel to her. Beat her horribly. She tried again and again to break it off with him, but he'd always come back. Finally my aunt moved in with us, and my mother finally broke up with him." He starts getting emotional "Then one night he broke in, and tied my mother, aunt, sister, and brother up in the basement. He sh*t them all in front of my mother. Then he sh*t her, and k****d himself, leaving a note that she would never leave him again. I was away at college...." He started to sob.
And that is how my mother's friend learned she has a haunted quadruple m****r-s*****e scene in her basement. She moved out a year later.
12points
#9
I have a story I've posted on here before, but I looked and looked and can't find it, so I'm assuming I deleted it for whatever reason, so sorry if this is a repost, but it's just too good to not share here, again:
My fiancé and I rent a house together, and we live alone.
About two years ago, my fiancé and I were lying in bed. It was actually pretty late in the morning-- 10:30 or 11:00 AM., or so. I'd been awake for about ten or fifteen minutes, and my fiancé was just waking up.
We lied there, talking softly about whether or not we should get up yet, or try to go back to sleep for a bit, since he had the first half of the day off of work, and it might be nice to catch up on sleep since we'd had a busy couple of days. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and I was on my right side, facing him, with my hand on his chest while we talked. In that position, I had my back to our bedroom door, which was maybe 8 or 9 ft. away from the bed behind me.
Suddenly, an odd feeling came over the room. Seriously, it felt like the air in the room was suddenly either sucked out, or made very, VERY heavy, and it almost felt like I was under water, or gravity changed... and the room seemed to almost feel like it was tilting to the side. It felt like the air in the room was pressing down on top of my body, while at the same time slowing down time and making me dizzy and loopy. My ears were popping.
Well, I thought it was just me feeling this, and for a moment, I wondered if I was having a blood pressure drop (I get those sometimes, though it still wasn't *quite* what it felt like), but my fiancé said in a very frightened voice that sounded like he couldn't breathe very well, and like he couldn't get out the words without struggling, "Do you feel that, too? What's happening?!..." And that was when I knew something odd and scary was going on, because he was feeling the exact same thing.
I tried to speak, but my speech actually came out kind of slurred and I had to force the words out of my mouth to say "I don't know...I can't move..."
He said "I can't...either..." and I saw him trying to turn over onto his side, and trying to raise his arm up. He just kept saying "what's happening? What's happening?"
I tried to raise my arm up, too, and found that I couldn't. Again, it was like being under water, and in an intensely pressurized room. I started trying to push myself up, to see if I could sit up... I couldn't do it. It was just too heavy.
Then, we both heard the doorknob of our bedroom door turning.
It was turning over and over again... almost like someone was trying to come in, but they weren't jiggling it, or trying to open the door... it was actually turning in a rhythm. It was turning back and forth, back and forth, in a rhythm at about the same tempo as a metronome. Like a beat to a song. It was very deliberate.
We were both terrified and we froze-- the first thought in my mind was that someone had broken in, though I couldn't figure out why they would turn the doorknob back and forth, back and forth in a deliberate rhythm, especially because our bedroom door has no lock on it. They could just open it and walk right in.
We couldn't move, that weird heavy-gravity feeling that was holding us down still would not allow us to move, but I was trying to, and I could feel my fiancé trying to, as well. All I was able to do was turn my head *very slowly* and look over my shoulder at the doorknob, and watch it turning. I could see it.
Then, we both heard it... singing. Two children's voices, what sounded like a pair of young girls, started singing a song that I could not make out most of the lyrics to, and the only clear lyrics that I could make out was the very last word at the end of the sentence: "dancing".
So let me clarify what I'm trying to describe: These two young girl's voices were singing an almost nursery rhyme type song outside our bedroom door, while turning our bedroom doorknob back and forth, to match the tempo of what they're singing: the doorknob is going *chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck*, as these little girls' voices are singing:
"Something, something,
something something!
Something, something, *daaaaancing*!
Something, something,
something, something,
something, something, *daaaaaancing*!"
...and the doorknob would turn with each word they sang, keeping perfect rhythm.
I couldn't make out nearly any of the other words of this song they were singing, except for the word "dancing" at the very end of each stanza.
And they were singing it in a way that was kind of playful and taunting... maybe, for instance, kind of like two little girls would do if they were teasing an older sibling, or their mom or dad, by coming up to a room they're in, shaking the doorknob and singing at them, just to tease-- the song almost sounded made up, the way kids sometimes sing little made-up songs to be silly or playful.... Just trying to give you a feel as to how this sounded. It also sounded like they were laughing, or trying not to giggle while doing it.
So, as this is all going on, and I'm watching the doorknob turn as these voices sing at us, and near the end of the song, I turn my head-- in slow motion-- back to my fiancé to see if he's seeing and hearing the same thing I am, and I can now see has finally managed to be able to turn his head and he was watching the doorknob, too, and the look on his face... was just... I'll never forget it. His eyes were as big as dinner plates, I've never see him that shocked or that scared...his face was just white.
And then the song ended. It was short, just two stanzas, then just as soon as it started, the doorknob just stopped turning on the very last word of the song, *"daaaaanciiiing"*, and all at once, that heavy, dizzy weight that had been holding us down and making it so hard to move and breathe just *lifted*. Just went away. Just like that. Suddenly we could move again, and the air and gravity felt normal.
It seriously was all over, from start to finish, in about 10 seconds.
My fiancé sat up and goes "What the hell just happened?", and he jumped over me and out of bed, raced to the door and yanked it open. Nothing was there. We don't have a hallway, it's a small house and our bedroom door opens right up into the living room, and he just looked out into it and goes "Nobody's out there!"
I got up and ran over to him, and looked for myself. No one there. House empty, and our two cats were both backed up against the far wall of the living room, hissing and growling. They'd either heard it, too, or even seen what did it... and from the spot right in front of our bedroom door, all the way through the living room, through the dining room, and out to the kitchen door, there was this trail of heat. I don't know how else to describe it, it was just a trail of heat. The air just felt hot and oily, and you could almost see a haze, like fog, trailing from our bedroom door, through the house, to the kitchen door.
We checked both the front door and the kitchen door. Locked. Both locked.
We both sat back down on the bed, and we were just shaking. We kept asking each-other "Did that really just happen? We both heard the same thing right?" and yeah... we both felt the air pressure holding us down in bed and making us move in slow motion, and we both heard and saw the bedroom doorknob moving back and forth in rhythm, and then both heard the two little girls singing that song. So, I know it wasn't a hallucination or anything.
The only difference was that my fiancé understood a couple more of the lyrics of what they were singing, though not many-- he said it sounded something like "and we come in a'dancing!" or "and we go a'dancing!"
It was just so unsettling and spooky. And to be honest, the way the girls' voices sounded, they didn't sound mean or creepy-- they seriously sounded like two, real little girls who were just having fun and teasing us. It didn't feel or sound malevolent, or anything... it still creeped us out, just that it happened, though. We were both shaken up for the rest of the day, and I BEGGED him not to leave for work that afternoon (but he had to). The whole time he was at work, I kept every light in the house on, along with both the TVs in the living room and our bedroom. It's never happened again, but it still creeps us both out just talking about it.
My fiancé and I rent a house together, and we live alone.
About two years ago, my fiancé and I were lying in bed. It was actually pretty late in the morning-- 10:30 or 11:00 AM., or so. I'd been awake for about ten or fifteen minutes, and my fiancé was just waking up.
We lied there, talking softly about whether or not we should get up yet, or try to go back to sleep for a bit, since he had the first half of the day off of work, and it might be nice to catch up on sleep since we'd had a busy couple of days. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and I was on my right side, facing him, with my hand on his chest while we talked. In that position, I had my back to our bedroom door, which was maybe 8 or 9 ft. away from the bed behind me.
Suddenly, an odd feeling came over the room. Seriously, it felt like the air in the room was suddenly either sucked out, or made very, VERY heavy, and it almost felt like I was under water, or gravity changed... and the room seemed to almost feel like it was tilting to the side. It felt like the air in the room was pressing down on top of my body, while at the same time slowing down time and making me dizzy and loopy. My ears were popping.
Well, I thought it was just me feeling this, and for a moment, I wondered if I was having a blood pressure drop (I get those sometimes, though it still wasn't *quite* what it felt like), but my fiancé said in a very frightened voice that sounded like he couldn't breathe very well, and like he couldn't get out the words without struggling, "Do you feel that, too? What's happening?!..." And that was when I knew something odd and scary was going on, because he was feeling the exact same thing.
I tried to speak, but my speech actually came out kind of slurred and I had to force the words out of my mouth to say "I don't know...I can't move..."
He said "I can't...either..." and I saw him trying to turn over onto his side, and trying to raise his arm up. He just kept saying "what's happening? What's happening?"
I tried to raise my arm up, too, and found that I couldn't. Again, it was like being under water, and in an intensely pressurized room. I started trying to push myself up, to see if I could sit up... I couldn't do it. It was just too heavy.
Then, we both heard the doorknob of our bedroom door turning.
It was turning over and over again... almost like someone was trying to come in, but they weren't jiggling it, or trying to open the door... it was actually turning in a rhythm. It was turning back and forth, back and forth, in a rhythm at about the same tempo as a metronome. Like a beat to a song. It was very deliberate.
We were both terrified and we froze-- the first thought in my mind was that someone had broken in, though I couldn't figure out why they would turn the doorknob back and forth, back and forth in a deliberate rhythm, especially because our bedroom door has no lock on it. They could just open it and walk right in.
We couldn't move, that weird heavy-gravity feeling that was holding us down still would not allow us to move, but I was trying to, and I could feel my fiancé trying to, as well. All I was able to do was turn my head *very slowly* and look over my shoulder at the doorknob, and watch it turning. I could see it.
Then, we both heard it... singing. Two children's voices, what sounded like a pair of young girls, started singing a song that I could not make out most of the lyrics to, and the only clear lyrics that I could make out was the very last word at the end of the sentence: "dancing".
So let me clarify what I'm trying to describe: These two young girl's voices were singing an almost nursery rhyme type song outside our bedroom door, while turning our bedroom doorknob back and forth, to match the tempo of what they're singing: the doorknob is going *chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck*, as these little girls' voices are singing:
"Something, something,
something something!
Something, something, *daaaaancing*!
Something, something,
something, something,
something, something, *daaaaaancing*!"
...and the doorknob would turn with each word they sang, keeping perfect rhythm.
I couldn't make out nearly any of the other words of this song they were singing, except for the word "dancing" at the very end of each stanza.
And they were singing it in a way that was kind of playful and taunting... maybe, for instance, kind of like two little girls would do if they were teasing an older sibling, or their mom or dad, by coming up to a room they're in, shaking the doorknob and singing at them, just to tease-- the song almost sounded made up, the way kids sometimes sing little made-up songs to be silly or playful.... Just trying to give you a feel as to how this sounded. It also sounded like they were laughing, or trying not to giggle while doing it.
So, as this is all going on, and I'm watching the doorknob turn as these voices sing at us, and near the end of the song, I turn my head-- in slow motion-- back to my fiancé to see if he's seeing and hearing the same thing I am, and I can now see has finally managed to be able to turn his head and he was watching the doorknob, too, and the look on his face... was just... I'll never forget it. His eyes were as big as dinner plates, I've never see him that shocked or that scared...his face was just white.
And then the song ended. It was short, just two stanzas, then just as soon as it started, the doorknob just stopped turning on the very last word of the song, *"daaaaanciiiing"*, and all at once, that heavy, dizzy weight that had been holding us down and making it so hard to move and breathe just *lifted*. Just went away. Just like that. Suddenly we could move again, and the air and gravity felt normal.
It seriously was all over, from start to finish, in about 10 seconds.
My fiancé sat up and goes "What the hell just happened?", and he jumped over me and out of bed, raced to the door and yanked it open. Nothing was there. We don't have a hallway, it's a small house and our bedroom door opens right up into the living room, and he just looked out into it and goes "Nobody's out there!"
I got up and ran over to him, and looked for myself. No one there. House empty, and our two cats were both backed up against the far wall of the living room, hissing and growling. They'd either heard it, too, or even seen what did it... and from the spot right in front of our bedroom door, all the way through the living room, through the dining room, and out to the kitchen door, there was this trail of heat. I don't know how else to describe it, it was just a trail of heat. The air just felt hot and oily, and you could almost see a haze, like fog, trailing from our bedroom door, through the house, to the kitchen door.
We checked both the front door and the kitchen door. Locked. Both locked.
We both sat back down on the bed, and we were just shaking. We kept asking each-other "Did that really just happen? We both heard the same thing right?" and yeah... we both felt the air pressure holding us down in bed and making us move in slow motion, and we both heard and saw the bedroom doorknob moving back and forth in rhythm, and then both heard the two little girls singing that song. So, I know it wasn't a hallucination or anything.
The only difference was that my fiancé understood a couple more of the lyrics of what they were singing, though not many-- he said it sounded something like "and we come in a'dancing!" or "and we go a'dancing!"
It was just so unsettling and spooky. And to be honest, the way the girls' voices sounded, they didn't sound mean or creepy-- they seriously sounded like two, real little girls who were just having fun and teasing us. It didn't feel or sound malevolent, or anything... it still creeped us out, just that it happened, though. We were both shaken up for the rest of the day, and I BEGGED him not to leave for work that afternoon (but he had to). The whole time he was at work, I kept every light in the house on, along with both the TVs in the living room and our bedroom. It's never happened again, but it still creeps us both out just talking about it.
11points
#10
Me, my sister and my mom heard loud noises upstairs (banging) after we came back from the restaurant. We where all in the kitchen and stopped what we where doing to make no noise to ear what was going on, after a few second my mom told my sister that was playing with her remote control car to continue so that it is less suspect that we are listening. After a few seconds BANG we ear another banging. My mom and sister freaked out and ran at the door, I then began to tie my shoes to get out until my mom dragged me out shoe less to go get to my dad that was working on the farm a few miles away. After that we searched all the house and found nothing... until we realized that my sister's remote has the same frequency than my other remote car... So while she was playing downstairs she was also controlling my car upstairs that banged into doors and walls. We still laugh about it 10 years later.
10points
#11
Told this story of my parents old house when I was living with them before college.
I live in a small culdesac in the middle of no where. The next nearest neighborhood is over 4 miles away. One night a few years ago we got over a foot and a half of snow overnight. So far from main roads and on the weekend I knew our roads will be remain unplowed for quite some time. I went to my out back deck door to look at the snow Draped trees and the still heavily falling flurries and take some pictures when I noticed foot prints leading to my door then turning around and leaving.
I looked and saw that they came from my neighbor's side and thought that one of their more delinquent kids played a joke as my sledding tube on the railing was popped. I decided I'd wait till later as it was early to call their parents. I went on facebook and after scrolling for a bit I noticed one of my neighbors closer to the entrance posted "did someone knock for me or something at my back door?"
I immediately called her, talked, and told her I have an idea. I called the first house on the entrance and told him what was going on. He went and checked and sure enough, they were there too. Everyone started calling everyone else. I called the family at the far end and they told me there was none there. Then I got a call from my next door neighbor. She called the women that lives next to the end house. She said that there were footprints that led to her door. But none led away.
We already called the police by this point but now we called them back and said that it's an emergency now. They told us the roads are still all unplowed and they can't send a plow truck to clear the way as they are a privately owned company. The woman was losing it so one of the husbands (huge bear of a man) across the road from her texted her to say he was coming over to "invite her over". He came and she left. We put up one guy's live feed motion recording hunting cameras facing all exits. Nothing came out. Around 7 pm a plow truck came as well as 3 cop cars. The couple she was staying with and her went to her house and stood in the doorway as the police searched. They found nothing. She begged them to keep looking so they did.
Two of the cops went into the basement again. This time only one came up. He took her to the side room and we could hear hysterical crying (by now we are all out there). Me and a few of the other guys started towards the door when several police confronted us. They told us they found someone hiding under a cover opening in the stairwell that she didn't even know existed. A few minutes later a scruffy man screaming and kicking came out in cuffs and was led away.
In his little camp out they found blankets she just cleaned and put away. In the room next to hers... She stayed in other people's houses for a long time before going back. Even then she wouldn't stay alone. She sold the house the next summer.
He turned out to be a thrill-seeking j****e who was on probation for a*****t against a family member. The cops told us that they feel like he didn't want to stay at his apartment after a fight with his roommate and drove off in his roommate's car from the county over and got stuck in our unplowed roads.
And that is why you always make sure you locked your doors.
I live in a small culdesac in the middle of no where. The next nearest neighborhood is over 4 miles away. One night a few years ago we got over a foot and a half of snow overnight. So far from main roads and on the weekend I knew our roads will be remain unplowed for quite some time. I went to my out back deck door to look at the snow Draped trees and the still heavily falling flurries and take some pictures when I noticed foot prints leading to my door then turning around and leaving.
I looked and saw that they came from my neighbor's side and thought that one of their more delinquent kids played a joke as my sledding tube on the railing was popped. I decided I'd wait till later as it was early to call their parents. I went on facebook and after scrolling for a bit I noticed one of my neighbors closer to the entrance posted "did someone knock for me or something at my back door?"
I immediately called her, talked, and told her I have an idea. I called the first house on the entrance and told him what was going on. He went and checked and sure enough, they were there too. Everyone started calling everyone else. I called the family at the far end and they told me there was none there. Then I got a call from my next door neighbor. She called the women that lives next to the end house. She said that there were footprints that led to her door. But none led away.
We already called the police by this point but now we called them back and said that it's an emergency now. They told us the roads are still all unplowed and they can't send a plow truck to clear the way as they are a privately owned company. The woman was losing it so one of the husbands (huge bear of a man) across the road from her texted her to say he was coming over to "invite her over". He came and she left. We put up one guy's live feed motion recording hunting cameras facing all exits. Nothing came out. Around 7 pm a plow truck came as well as 3 cop cars. The couple she was staying with and her went to her house and stood in the doorway as the police searched. They found nothing. She begged them to keep looking so they did.
Two of the cops went into the basement again. This time only one came up. He took her to the side room and we could hear hysterical crying (by now we are all out there). Me and a few of the other guys started towards the door when several police confronted us. They told us they found someone hiding under a cover opening in the stairwell that she didn't even know existed. A few minutes later a scruffy man screaming and kicking came out in cuffs and was led away.
In his little camp out they found blankets she just cleaned and put away. In the room next to hers... She stayed in other people's houses for a long time before going back. Even then she wouldn't stay alone. She sold the house the next summer.
He turned out to be a thrill-seeking j****e who was on probation for a*****t against a family member. The cops told us that they feel like he didn't want to stay at his apartment after a fight with his roommate and drove off in his roommate's car from the county over and got stuck in our unplowed roads.
And that is why you always make sure you locked your doors.
9points
#12
I was a campus security guard, my job was basically to make sure no one was in the buildings past midnight. It was 1 am and I was going to clear the old psychiatric building. This is one of the only building on campus without lights constantly on, and on the job we aren't supposed to turn on lights cause someone who sees the lights on from outside might call the police and waste everybody's time. So I just had a flashlight. I was patrolling the top floor and it was f*****g spooky.
This was the building the campus bought from the city in the early 1900's that was a psych word that the campus turned into a psychiatric building and eventually a biochemistry building. I heard a door creaking down the hall behind me and when I went to shut the door a f*****g 6' tall man was in there in the dark so I yelled and f*****g bolted. As I ran out of the building I ate s**t on the last flight of stairs and tumbled down. Unfortunately I landed right as my boss (an on duty police officer) was coming in. She came in because of the scream. I told her their was someone upstairs, then she walked down with a wooden statue carving of Sacajawea. What it was doing there I dont know, but that s**t sucked a*s.
This was the building the campus bought from the city in the early 1900's that was a psych word that the campus turned into a psychiatric building and eventually a biochemistry building. I heard a door creaking down the hall behind me and when I went to shut the door a f*****g 6' tall man was in there in the dark so I yelled and f*****g bolted. As I ran out of the building I ate s**t on the last flight of stairs and tumbled down. Unfortunately I landed right as my boss (an on duty police officer) was coming in. She came in because of the scream. I told her their was someone upstairs, then she walked down with a wooden statue carving of Sacajawea. What it was doing there I dont know, but that s**t sucked a*s.
8points
Some sounds can also trigger the sensation of being haunted and affect your peripheral vision. In 1988, British engineer Vic Tandy noticed this while working late in a medical lab known for its ghostly appearances. He began seeing dark figures and breaking into a cold sweat.
He later discovered that a newly installed extraction fan was vibrating at 18.98 Hz. This frequency was thought to be close to the human eye's natural resonant frequency, potentially causing the eyeball to vibrate microscopically and distort the light reaching the retina. This explains why he saw a blurry, shadowy figure. But it was nothing more than science at work.
#13
When I was a kid the cabinets in my parents house would slam every night after my father fell asleep. Then about 7 years ago, after gutting the house and adding an addition, I would see a figure in my bedroom doorway at very odd times. Then sometimes over my shoulder during the day I would see a man in a black suit with white hair. At this point I'm seeing this figure so often I start to question my sanity. The final night he bursts out of my closet and I finally see this terrifying old man's face, I close my eyes scream and I wait. When I opened my eyes he was gone, the image has been burned into my mind since. I don't see him again after that night. Now a few years later I'm home from college for my fall break and go to see a movie with my family. My brothers and I drive home separately from our parents, and being near Halloween are telling scary stories. I tell my experiences with the old man, my youngest brother who was 16 at the time starts to freak the f*****g f**k out. He had seen the man running at him from his closet the past two nights in a row. We have never spoke of it again.
8points
#14
I was 7 months pregnant and had locked my car keys in the restaurant I worked at. It was a small town, so I figured a manager could come unlock the restaurant for me but no one answered. I looked through a window to see if I could get to my keys from said window when the alarm went off - a screaming siren and flood lights. I immediately had to call the owner who lived in the next town over so she could turn off the alarm. In the meantime, the alarm was so loud that the police heard it from 6 blocks out.
I was in the back of the restaurant when I saw a police officer pull up. Relieved, I walked around the side, to tell the officer that my owner is going to turn off the alarm, when I'm greeted with an officer holding up his g*n screaming something that I can't hear. He proceeds to put his finger on the trigger and I break down. I put my hands up, start sobbing uncontrollably and drop down to my knees. Once I hit the ground, the alarm goes off and I can hear him screaming to put my hands behind my head. Once he realizes that I'm pregnant and I'm wearing the uniform of the restaurant, he puts his g*n away. Later, he tells me he was ready to sh**t me. It was his first week on the job and he never expected to see someone come from around the side of the building. Scared me to d***h.
I was in the back of the restaurant when I saw a police officer pull up. Relieved, I walked around the side, to tell the officer that my owner is going to turn off the alarm, when I'm greeted with an officer holding up his g*n screaming something that I can't hear. He proceeds to put his finger on the trigger and I break down. I put my hands up, start sobbing uncontrollably and drop down to my knees. Once I hit the ground, the alarm goes off and I can hear him screaming to put my hands behind my head. Once he realizes that I'm pregnant and I'm wearing the uniform of the restaurant, he puts his g*n away. Later, he tells me he was ready to sh**t me. It was his first week on the job and he never expected to see someone come from around the side of the building. Scared me to d***h.
8points
#15
The forest around my house is haunted by a square.
Me and my sister have several times now over the years seen a white squareish shape quickly moving through the trees from left to right. Very fast, fast enough you don't register it until it's gone.
It's weird as f**k. Other things happen in our house too, but at least the square is outside.
Me and my sister have several times now over the years seen a white squareish shape quickly moving through the trees from left to right. Very fast, fast enough you don't register it until it's gone.
It's weird as f**k. Other things happen in our house too, but at least the square is outside.
8points
#16
When my niece was really young, she was in a bouncer at my sisters house, I was house and babysitting.
I had left her to go to the kitchen to grab some water. My sisters chocolate labs were probably sniffing and licking her head because I could hear her giggling like she was having a blast. I hadn't notice how cold it had gotten. Then I heard it. A loud wooden SNAP. Like a thick piece of wood had been snapped in half suddenly or a tree was knocked over.
I ran into the room and what I saw and smelled f***ked me out. The dogs were huddled in the corner whimpering, my niece was just staring at the ceiling corner with wide eyes, and it was cold and smelled like Stetson.
I took her and we decided to go to a different room. When my sister finally came home, I told her what happened. She just rolled her eyes and said "that is Hugh." I was confused. She said Hugh was the previous owner of the house who had d**d ten years before his wife sold it. She said he likes to follow my niece around and you can tell it his him because the dogs f***k, it gets cold and smells like cheap cologne.
I don't believe in that s**t, but I do believe that feeling you get in your gut when something doesn't feel right. I babysit my niece at my house now, sorry Hugh.
I had left her to go to the kitchen to grab some water. My sisters chocolate labs were probably sniffing and licking her head because I could hear her giggling like she was having a blast. I hadn't notice how cold it had gotten. Then I heard it. A loud wooden SNAP. Like a thick piece of wood had been snapped in half suddenly or a tree was knocked over.
I ran into the room and what I saw and smelled f***ked me out. The dogs were huddled in the corner whimpering, my niece was just staring at the ceiling corner with wide eyes, and it was cold and smelled like Stetson.
I took her and we decided to go to a different room. When my sister finally came home, I told her what happened. She just rolled her eyes and said "that is Hugh." I was confused. She said Hugh was the previous owner of the house who had d**d ten years before his wife sold it. She said he likes to follow my niece around and you can tell it his him because the dogs f***k, it gets cold and smells like cheap cologne.
I don't believe in that s**t, but I do believe that feeling you get in your gut when something doesn't feel right. I babysit my niece at my house now, sorry Hugh.
7points
#17
When I was in elementary school we would sometimes go into the bathroom and turn off the lights and do bloody mary to freak ourselves out. It really was scary and sometimes you could swear you would see something.
After one time of doing this during recess we all went back to class and were sitting at our desks listening to the teacher give her lesson, when I SWEAR TO GOD something reached out of my sliding tote tray in my desk, grabbed a hold of my shirt, and pulled hard.
I yelled at the top of my lungs and jumped out of my desk, effectively stopping the lesson and had the entire class looking at me like I was a lunatic. The teacher asked what was wrong, and I couldn't give a straight answer and just sat back down. I had to tell my friends later what the hell happened.
After one time of doing this during recess we all went back to class and were sitting at our desks listening to the teacher give her lesson, when I SWEAR TO GOD something reached out of my sliding tote tray in my desk, grabbed a hold of my shirt, and pulled hard.
I yelled at the top of my lungs and jumped out of my desk, effectively stopping the lesson and had the entire class looking at me like I was a lunatic. The teacher asked what was wrong, and I couldn't give a straight answer and just sat back down. I had to tell my friends later what the hell happened.
7points
Many creepy stories also come from moments when people should be sleeping. They may suddenly wake up, feel as though they can't move, experience a weight on their chest, or even see shadowy figures.
This is a phenomenon called "sleep paralysis." During REM sleep, the brain enters a state of atonia, which temporarily paralyzes your voluntary muscles so you don't act out your dreams. And because the amygdala, the brain's fear center, is highly active during REM sleep, the brain may interpret this frightening experience as an external threat, creating the sensation that someone or something is there.
#18
I don't believe in many things that can't be explained by logic or history, but for some odd reason a bump in the night or a series of coincidental events can really freak me out.
I was madly in love. This was the summer of '07. I spent every day at my girlfriend's house. Her bedroom was massive, like tv sitcom big. She had a couch and a big tv. It was the perfect place to waste a summer foolishly wrapped up together. Directly above her room was a converted attic that served as her older brother's room. He hadn't live there for a few years as he has graduated college etc. but that summer I knew he was back and forth, crashing at the house. We were watching a movie in her room and I heard a lot of noise coming from upstairs, like someone was moving things around. Tidying the place. Normal sounds of someone getting settled in. The movie ended and we were going to head downstairs for some food and I told her I wanted to stop upstairs to say hi to Mark (that's what we will call him for the sake of Internet anonymity). She looked at me puzzled and explained that Mark wasn't home. I started explaining the noises, almost certain she was messing with me but shrugged it off and headed downstairs.
After a couple more hours of hanging out I grabbed my stuff to head home for the night. I was barely 18 and I was driving my parents car so I had to have it home in the morning. It was around 2 a.m. and as I kissed her goodnight in the foyer of her house, music abruptly broke the silence. It was loud. Like the type of loud when you have a cheap speaker on high volume. It was upbeat music maybe 40's-50's era. My girlfriends face went white as she panicked. It was coming from upstairs. All the way upstairs.
We navigated the stairs and hallways together, clutching each other close. We tracked the sound into her brothers bathroom and sure enough in the pitch black a radio was playing. I turned on the bathroom light and shut off the radio. Confused, she stared at it. This radio normally stayed on the second floor..
The occurrence was odd, but I was able to calm her enough to head up to bed. I got in the car and began my 20-30 min drive home. As I navigated the neighborhood I felt that the street lights were going off as I traveled beneath them. I paid closer attention and sure enough, they were. I wanted to block it out of my mind so I drive faster. Up ahead was a construction zone and the road narrowed significantly, but I maintained my speed. Before I could react I noticed a small figure dart into the road, perhaps a young by or girl. I slammed the brakes, the car skidded to a stop and just like that, the car sputtered and died. I was frozen in the driver's seat. I didn't see anyone around. No small figure. But my eyes were playing tricks on me adjusting to the dark ahead. I frantically tried to start my car. Nothing. I picked up my cellphone and called my girlfriend. No answer. Then my parents. No answer. One more attempt and the car started again.
> The rest of the ride was mostly uneventful. I tuned into some sports radio to distract my as I pulled into the driveway at home I got a text from my girlfriend asking if I was ok. I responded "yes" and asked why she didn't answer my previous call, she said she never received one. I headed inside and on the counter I saw my mothers cell phone, the one I tied to call. Picked it up. No missed calls. Nothing in the call history.
I was madly in love. This was the summer of '07. I spent every day at my girlfriend's house. Her bedroom was massive, like tv sitcom big. She had a couch and a big tv. It was the perfect place to waste a summer foolishly wrapped up together. Directly above her room was a converted attic that served as her older brother's room. He hadn't live there for a few years as he has graduated college etc. but that summer I knew he was back and forth, crashing at the house. We were watching a movie in her room and I heard a lot of noise coming from upstairs, like someone was moving things around. Tidying the place. Normal sounds of someone getting settled in. The movie ended and we were going to head downstairs for some food and I told her I wanted to stop upstairs to say hi to Mark (that's what we will call him for the sake of Internet anonymity). She looked at me puzzled and explained that Mark wasn't home. I started explaining the noises, almost certain she was messing with me but shrugged it off and headed downstairs.
After a couple more hours of hanging out I grabbed my stuff to head home for the night. I was barely 18 and I was driving my parents car so I had to have it home in the morning. It was around 2 a.m. and as I kissed her goodnight in the foyer of her house, music abruptly broke the silence. It was loud. Like the type of loud when you have a cheap speaker on high volume. It was upbeat music maybe 40's-50's era. My girlfriends face went white as she panicked. It was coming from upstairs. All the way upstairs.
We navigated the stairs and hallways together, clutching each other close. We tracked the sound into her brothers bathroom and sure enough in the pitch black a radio was playing. I turned on the bathroom light and shut off the radio. Confused, she stared at it. This radio normally stayed on the second floor..
The occurrence was odd, but I was able to calm her enough to head up to bed. I got in the car and began my 20-30 min drive home. As I navigated the neighborhood I felt that the street lights were going off as I traveled beneath them. I paid closer attention and sure enough, they were. I wanted to block it out of my mind so I drive faster. Up ahead was a construction zone and the road narrowed significantly, but I maintained my speed. Before I could react I noticed a small figure dart into the road, perhaps a young by or girl. I slammed the brakes, the car skidded to a stop and just like that, the car sputtered and died. I was frozen in the driver's seat. I didn't see anyone around. No small figure. But my eyes were playing tricks on me adjusting to the dark ahead. I frantically tried to start my car. Nothing. I picked up my cellphone and called my girlfriend. No answer. Then my parents. No answer. One more attempt and the car started again.
> The rest of the ride was mostly uneventful. I tuned into some sports radio to distract my as I pulled into the driveway at home I got a text from my girlfriend asking if I was ok. I responded "yes" and asked why she didn't answer my previous call, she said she never received one. I headed inside and on the counter I saw my mothers cell phone, the one I tied to call. Picked it up. No missed calls. Nothing in the call history.
7points
#19
Gather 'round boys and ghouls and I will tell you the chilling tale of the 'Twisty Tie Lady'. I have posted this once before, but figured I'd share it again. Apologies in advance for formatting, I'm on mobile.
This happened about 12 years ago, I was still living at home in high school. My parents purchased a condo from a family friend and we moved in. The lady (family friend's mother) we bought the condo from had passed away of natural causes inside the condo. She was an older lady, friendly from what I hear. She also dabbled in sorts of witch craft/black magic. I don't believe she was casting evil spells on anyone, more of hobby, I suppose.
So anyway, we move in. Most of her belongings were left behind, so my parents kept the stuff they needed. Mostly furniture and coffee tables. After months of living there, we had a suspicion that we weren't alone.
Now, this wasn't your typical haunted house scenario. There were no flickering lights, strange noises or lurking shadows that led us to this belief; it was twisty ties. Yes, just like the ones that come with the loaves of bread you buy from the store. Every now and then, we would find these strange twisty ties around the house. These random a*s twisty ties would seemingly appear out of thin air, almost strategically placed so they would be noticed. Like, I'd be hanging out on the couch watching TV, go to the kitchen to fetch a tasty beverage and come back to find a stray twisty tie just chilling on the coffee table. We'd find them wrapped around cords, on counter tops, in desk drawers, even one time wrapped around my toothbrush. Each one unique in the shape, color and placement. It certainly wasn't a s**t your pants moment, but over time living there, you'd start to look for it and anticipate it.
There were three of us that lived there and of course we all blamed each other and of course none of us ever fessed up to it. Over the years, however, there were enough isolated instances each one of us had encountered to deny it. It was kind of fun, actually. We named her the Twisty Tie Lady and I started to collect them in my nightstand drawer just for funsies.
I always wondered "WHY twisty ties?". I tried extensive research on the web about twisty ties and if they had any significance in witch craft and found nothing. A few years later after moving out, I had learned that when the lady was alive, it became a little inside joke between her and daughter (the family friend) to save all her twisty ties for further use.. I guess that was her way of reaching out in the afterlife.
Sadly, the condo complex had been wiped out from a flood. But to this day, every time I see a twisty tie, I smile.
This happened about 12 years ago, I was still living at home in high school. My parents purchased a condo from a family friend and we moved in. The lady (family friend's mother) we bought the condo from had passed away of natural causes inside the condo. She was an older lady, friendly from what I hear. She also dabbled in sorts of witch craft/black magic. I don't believe she was casting evil spells on anyone, more of hobby, I suppose.
So anyway, we move in. Most of her belongings were left behind, so my parents kept the stuff they needed. Mostly furniture and coffee tables. After months of living there, we had a suspicion that we weren't alone.
Now, this wasn't your typical haunted house scenario. There were no flickering lights, strange noises or lurking shadows that led us to this belief; it was twisty ties. Yes, just like the ones that come with the loaves of bread you buy from the store. Every now and then, we would find these strange twisty ties around the house. These random a*s twisty ties would seemingly appear out of thin air, almost strategically placed so they would be noticed. Like, I'd be hanging out on the couch watching TV, go to the kitchen to fetch a tasty beverage and come back to find a stray twisty tie just chilling on the coffee table. We'd find them wrapped around cords, on counter tops, in desk drawers, even one time wrapped around my toothbrush. Each one unique in the shape, color and placement. It certainly wasn't a s**t your pants moment, but over time living there, you'd start to look for it and anticipate it.
There were three of us that lived there and of course we all blamed each other and of course none of us ever fessed up to it. Over the years, however, there were enough isolated instances each one of us had encountered to deny it. It was kind of fun, actually. We named her the Twisty Tie Lady and I started to collect them in my nightstand drawer just for funsies.
I always wondered "WHY twisty ties?". I tried extensive research on the web about twisty ties and if they had any significance in witch craft and found nothing. A few years later after moving out, I had learned that when the lady was alive, it became a little inside joke between her and daughter (the family friend) to save all her twisty ties for further use.. I guess that was her way of reaching out in the afterlife.
Sadly, the condo complex had been wiped out from a flood. But to this day, every time I see a twisty tie, I smile.
7points
#20
A few weeks I was walking my dog late at night and I could see a woman a block or so away coming towards me on the same sidewalk. Nobody else was around, the street was deserted, just her and me. As she got a little closer I could see that she was walking slowly, was wearing shabby clothes, shuffling and dragging a foot. Her head was low to her chest and her hair was hanging, covering her face. When she was about 20 feet away I started to get nervous, she definitely looked odd and was moving purposefully and quicker than I thought. I was frightened now, but told myself I was being silly and overreacting. Stay calm, I thought. I tried to casually pull my dog to head off to the right, out of this woman's path, but no luck my dog wasn't having it.
When she was about a foot away she lifted her head a little and croaked "Hello, dear." and passed me on her way. She must have had some sort of disability or something, but I swear to god she looked just like a f*****g zombie and scared the living s**t out of me.
When she was about a foot away she lifted her head a little and croaked "Hello, dear." and passed me on her way. She must have had some sort of disability or something, but I swear to god she looked just like a f*****g zombie and scared the living s**t out of me.
6points