Category: True Paranormal Stories

Thing in my Window

This is a short story, but it took place when I was around 10-11 and I will never forget it.

First, I’ll explain the layout of my room. When you walk in the door, there is a window directly across from the door. My bed was on the wall on the right, with the headboard where the window is, so when I slept I was facing my door.

On this night, being the weird child I am, I decided to sleep the opposite way in my bed, facing the window. I slept with my cat Emma every night, with the window slightly open so Emma could sit in the windowsill and enjoy the breeze.


The Wheelchair

This is kinda short but creepy, when I was young me and my cousins would stay at my grandma’s house, it was an old place and we always had the faint feeling of being watched but we always brushed it off.

Every night we could hear weird movement down the hallway not like someone walking but more like a sliding noise, we never paid attention to it but when my grandma moved out my uncle brought up the noise, I told him we heard it but we thought it was just the house creaking, he then corrected us telling us that Grandma’s husbands ex-wife died in the house and she was in a wheelchair and that when he was a kid he and a friend had seen her in the kitchen.


Haunted Barn

I’ve been listening to these stories on YouTube for quite some time, and I’m a big fan of them. This is also my first post. I didn’t think I had a story to share of my own, but I remembered this one from my childhood.

When I was young, I had a friend who was the same age as me – for the sake of anonymity, I’ll call her Jane. She had two older non-identical twin sisters, who I’ll call Eva and Evelyn. They were friends with my older sister, partly because they were the same age. We knew them through our elementary school. They were living with their mom at the time, as they were too young to have a place of their own. The mom was divorced at this point but still unmarried, so the family was all girls.


Paranormal Activity

We moved into an apartment in North Bay on Worthington Street West. It was a building with a barber shop downstairs, an upstairs apartment and downstairs apartment. When we first looked at the apartment there were two doors with no handles, only locks. We asked the landlord what was in those rooms and he stated it was storage. We asked to see in the rooms and he never wanted to show us. As we had no other option we had to move in to that apartment.

There was always cold drafts of air coming from the 2 rooms from under the door. This seemed a little strange, but we just associated it with the building being old. Shortly after we moved in things started to happen.


My Dream House

My name is Danielle, I’m nineteen, and I have a bizarre story that began with a dream. This was a dream I had a few months ago, so unfortunately it’s a bit vague, but the details that stuck with me are perplexing.

In this dream, I was in a house I’d never seen before. To be forthright, I wasn’t even sure if I was me; I sometimes have dreams where I am seeing from the perspective of someone else. I am seeing with their eyes as if I were them, so I only know which perspective I’m seeing from if I distinctly remember when I wake up, or if I did something in the dream or acted in a way that was out of character. Although, even if I was myself, I had a different life–I was surrounded by friends and family that looked vaguely familiar, but I remember thinking to myself as I was dreaming that I didn’t really know them. But my Dream Self acted as though all was normal.


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