This is the most recent story I can remember as I’ve had many experiences that cannot be explained. I was working security in an undisclosed location and no it was not anything special or secret. I have to keep locations hidden for client confidentiality as I still work for them. Locations and names are altered Anyways here is the story.
I was working patrol duties in a metro area in the center of America for a protective services agency. We had this particular site we’ll call Bridge Gate or aka the haunted house. We were hired for this site because it was off a light rail station and the clients had problems with homeless people entering this building which was still being built. This building was huge it was five stories high and had three basement levels and took up about two city blocks.
It seemed like a simple assignment until things started to happen to the other guards on this route before I came on duty. First during the month of November our more experienced guard was making his nightly stop at this site to find the gate wide open. He called for a cover unit to stop by so they could clear the building as the police had told us they would not respond unless we found something. Needless to say the two guard on duty that night did find something strange.
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I should mention that like my mother I am a ‘sensitive’ when it comes to paranormal things and spirits. I battle depression and it’s been really difficult at times dealing with it. This happened when I was only fourteen years old.
One day I couldn’t take it anymore and tried to kill myself by overdosing on one of my medications. My mom had me admitted to a psychiatric facility in my city for a month. The worst paranormal experiences I have ever had, came from that place. The building was old, very old and had changed hands many times. Before it was a Psychiatric facility it was an institution for the mentally insane from 1930 to 1984 when it was shut down due to health hazards (asbestos mostly). Remember this as it is important later on in the story.
The air in the building when I entered was heavy and oppressive, the walls practically oozed negative energy. I was led to a room which I was sharing with a girl a couple years younger than me. Let’s call her Shelly. Shelly was quiet and rarely said anything to anyone, she would just stare blankly at something while rocking back and forth. From her symptoms I figured she had a form of severe autism, the nonverbal kind. She was a little sweetheart though and made my stay there less awful.
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One day I was pregnant with my now year old son, I was going to the fair that night with my boyfriend. We had lived together in a ghetto apartment place, it wasn’t the best at all. There were constant drug deals and shooting, people killing themselves. Well, after going to the fair for a few hours and coming back, we saw our door bombarded with a wood board. We rushed to our door and immediately found out we were robbed. We could have stayed but for the sake of me being pregnant…. I decided we needed to find somewhere quick to live.
Fast forward to 3 days later, we were currently staying at his moms house, I decided that I needed to find a place to stay. I saw an apartment pop up on google and called to see if they have anything available. She told me she had a top stairs one bedroom apartment ready to move in to today. I didn’t ask anymore questions about it and didn’t even ask to see it. The next day I packed my stuff and went to the apartment complex. As I got there, I started heading up the stairs to my apartment when on the corner of my eye I saw a old lady starring dead at me, with a scared look. I was freaked out, she was literally sitting there, doing nothing else but starring at me like she was afraid of me…. I was going to say hello, but was to scared to…. As we get all settled in our apartment, more and more people would keep starring at us and whispering. I got seriously bad vibes from the whole complex.
As weeks went by, me and my boyfriend were settled into our new apartment. Everything was going good, we had two dogs, one was a puppy. One night while I was sitting in bath tub relaxing, I heard a knock at the door. I thought it was my boyfriend so I said “hello?”, I heard someone say Babe in my boyfriends exact voice, they knocked again. I got annoyed and opened the door to find no one there, my boyfriend was outside down the stairs smoking. It was like he was right out the door. I was spooked but kept on going with my day. After that incident, It kept on happening each time I went in the bathroom when my boyfriend was at work. During this time I was starting to shit my pants and hated being alone. My boyfriend didn’t believe me until it happened to him. I was outside on the balcony and he came out mad and said “what do you want keep calling me”, I was confused because I haven’t even went inside in about 30 min and didn’t call him. Time went by nothing else happened, until one day we were sitting down watching a movie in the living room, I had bought some water jug at the store just a few hours ago and left it on the kitchen counter, mind you it was still sealed shut. As were watching a movie we hear something in the kitchen we look and see nothing there until we see the water jug top come flying off and literally was thrown hard again the wall straight across, it didn’t fall off it was like someone frisbeed it across the room. We were so shook, I kept wondering what happened here before we moved in?
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Im currently fifteen, and i’ve had some spooky stuff happen to me, but this is by far the scariest story i’ve got to tell…
Me ,my friend and his dad were gonna camp in the colorado mountains on pikes peak.
We set up camp in a wooded area. the ground was clear except for the multiple pebbles and stones that were there. Now at pikes peak there’s an old shack that used for staying in or maybe its a bathroom. We never found that out…
Well,let’s cut to the chase.that night we ate our water filled dehydrated food and later had smores. We told scary stories and i’ll admit i was already scared. Especially, when i found out what a mountain lion scream sounded like. It was like a woman being murdered. any ways when my friends dad went to bed, we hatched a little plan…
We went into his truck and took his scar and deagle in case we came across a mountain lion or something. As we were heading back through the woods to our camping area i heard it. A scream , A scream that sounded like a woman being murdered in the distance.
we quickly decided that we were gonna go find it and show whatever it was ,whos boss!
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So, i am currently fifteen and live in michigan. When i was six years old i was put into foster care, as you may know kids from bad pasts may have that stuff stick in their minds. I was 7 years old, the house i lived in was isolated from any neighbors and it was in complete woods with a long gravel driveway and the backyard was fenced in, with a huge opening fence door. A wire fence though.
One night , back when i had a room in the basement part of the house, there had been 2 pounds on my window which was at the far top of my room. I thought it was just my foster parents messing with me, and went back to sleep. I had thought this would be the last time something like this would happen, but i was wrong.
A couple months later i moved into a room upstairs, it had a big square window that was about three feet above the ground and a closet in the wall. Please note that there was a motion detector facing towards the end of my bed and one facing towards the window.
One night , there was creaking on the floor when nobody was on them and that’s just the beginning. Keep in mind that my window had no shades , so being the once awake officially awake person I was, once the sun came up i was up too.
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I have been needing to talk about this and this is the only place I feel like I can and can also maybe get some input. Every night I can’t ever fall asleep before 3am. I’m not sure why, I just can’t.
lately just after 3:20am I start to hear someone walking back and forth in the hallway area of my house. It sounds so much like human weighted footsteps I, on countless occasions, have checked to see if someone was in my home and there never is. It happens now like clockwork: 3:20am footsteps start. I can trace them in my mind going from the bathroom to the end of the hall and back. Sometimes the footsteps pick up their pace and then slow back to just a walking pace. This goes on and doesn’t end until around 4am. This has become regular. Until last night.
Last night it was so much louder than normal I barged out of my room to see no one and nothing even though I knew I wasn’t going to see anyone but I somewhat hoped I would(but relieved it wasn’t an intruder). I went on to finally fall asleep and have the most horrifyingly vivid night terror is ever had in my entire life.
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The house that should have burnt.
My mother had gotten pregnant when she was 16 with my father and gave birth to their 1st child, my older sister Ariel. They had gotten married soon after and then I was born. We had lived in a small cozy house for a short while before my mom had gotten pregnant again, this time with my little brother Christian.
It’s a blur to me whether my younger brother was born at this time or after but we movies into a larger house. Anyway, my parents had found this three bedroom house with two bathrooms and had been built in 1927.
Growing up I suffered with a type of selective mute/ communication skills. I didn’t speak or talk to anybody even though I possessed the ability to. The only person I’d talk to was my sister. But even then communication consisted of me not being able to speak loudly or only use slang for certain words. For example : dog would be “trish” or a lamp would be “krit” and other times just a mumble or sounds.
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so, i am currently fifteen and live in zeeland,michigan. when i was six years old i was put into foster care, as you may know kids from sexual and bad pasts may have that stick in their mind. i was 7 years old, the house i lived in was isolated from any neighbors and it was in complete woods with a long gravel driveway. the backyard was fenced in, with a huge opening fence door. a wire fence though.
one night , back when i had a room in the basement part of the house , one night there had been 2 pounds on my window which was at the far top of my room. i thought it was just my foster parents messing with me, and went back to sleep. i had thought this would be the last time something like this would happen, but i was wrong.
A couple months later i moved into a room upstairs, it had a big square window that was about three feet above the ground and a closet in the wall. please note that there was a motion detector facing towards the end of my bed and one facing towards the window.
one night , there was creaking on the floors when nobody was on them. and that’s just the beginning. my window had no shades , so being the once awake officially awake person i was, once the sun came up i was up too.
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I was about 12 when this happened. I wouldn’t call this a bad story. I had just come out of the closet when this happened. I had told my mother I liked other girls and she slapped me. I ran to my room to cry about it, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. Knowing it wouldn’t be my dad or mom, I looked up. I saw a woman standing there. Sort of. She was faded, like an old photo might. I could see my TV and dresser through her. I froze. I wanted to know why I had these events happen to me.
But this woman just smiled at me. I felt, what I thought was, her hand petting my hair. She smiled down at me and moved her mouth. I don’t know what she was saying, no sounds came out. Then she was gone. I blinked a few times. Was she real? If so, who was she and why was she in my room? I never saw her again. From time to time, I wounder what she had said. I want to know who she was and why she was trying to comfort me.
I was at school, I was completely bored at Language Arts so I decided to see if Charlie Charlie was real and I didn’t chose to contact charlie I chose Angry Grandpa, It became nut break I put the paper on the ground and got my freind TJohn to set up the pencils and I said “Charles Marvin Green are you there?” I had to say it 5 times and he said “What?” cause I gave him more charlie charlie game speaking options Nothing scary happened It never gone wrong It gone well I asked angry grandpa some questions and i asked him about Pecan Pinwheels in crap and he said “Holy Crap” and then “None of your business” and I wrote those down for him I got this freind who is able to see ghosts and he helped me with their emotions and stuff and how they looked THIS IS REAL IT DID ACTUALLY HAPPEN ASK MY FREINDS FROM SCHOOL.