Category: True Paranormal Stories

Is my House Haunted?

When I was 4 years old, my parents bought a piece of property in a somewhat new neighborhood, and had a house built. It was your average traditional home. For a long time, my house was normal. However, once I turned 7, things started to feel off. I began to feel overwhelming feelings of fear and dread. I felt as if I was being watched.

There came a point where I would cry every night because of how scared I was. Not a silent, crying under the covers kind of thing. A screaming out for my mother or father with tears streaming down my face. Eventually, I was sleeping with my parents every night. I only ever felt this way in my room. I felt it occasionally somewhere else in my house, but it was very evident in my room. I tried to tell my parents that there was something in my room, but they just assumed I just had an overactive imagination. After a few months, I started sleeping in my own bed again. When I was around 9, some new neighbors moved into the house across the street, and the eldest boy and myself became very good friends. We liked to venture out into the woods and let our imaginations run wild.

Haunted House

When I was younger I grew up in a cul-de-sac type neighborhood and one of the houses in the neighborhood is where I had some creepy experiences in. Honestly I’m not for sure if the house is still there today the last time I have been to that neighborhood was 10 years ago so that will make me about 9-10 years old.

The last time I went to the house I went there with a couple of friends. Let’s call them Jason, Andrew, Corey and Steven. We usually tried to get into this house to see what the inside of the house that was creepy at all. Our parents told us the same thing about the house that there was a grumpy man who didn’t like children coming around living their when they were children but had a heart attack on the porch of the house.  Honestly we didn’t believe them that much because we thought that they were trying to scary us and to keep us away from the house. Before they told us the story we tried to get into the house about 10-15 times already. Each time we tried to get into the house we tried thru the doors but they were locked.

Fort Benning Home Haunting

This is the first time I have ever shared a story like this with anyone. The story I am relating to you is a patchwork of memories I have from when I was about five or six years old living in Fort Benning, Georgia. I can’t recall when these events started or if anyone other than me experienced anything.

I was a bit of a wild child and played constantly with other army brats living around me, but I was also very imaginative and spent a great deal of time in my own world and never talked about the things I experienced. The most vivid memory I have are the pair of red eyes that I used to see constantly. I would see them the most under our kitchen table. Sometimes they were just red orbs and other times they resembled the eyes of the Jotuns from the movie, Thor. They were always menacing but never harmed me. They watched me, from the table, or a dark hall, or even when I slept. I can remember waking up from nightmares to see them in the darkness beyond the open door of my bedroom. But this particular situation ended when my father was restationed and we had to move.

My Haunted House

My name is Alex, I’m 13 while writing this, and I live in a nice little town in Northern Illinois. I live with my mom and two brothers, my dad lived with us until the divorce but the encounters I am about to tell you he was in fact present at.

When I was little, I used to be scared to sleep in my room alone, so my dad would stay in my bed and lightly scratch my back in order to help me fall asleep. One night, my dad did what he always did, and I fell asleep. Suddenly, I awoke by something that I still can’t find out what, I looked to my dad who must’ve fallen asleep before me. Then I saw her, there was a woman, she was on the ceiling of my room looking down at me, with her legs together and her arms separated, like a crucifix. She began to lower herself from the ceiling and I quickly put my head into my pillow facing my dad hoping that he would wake up but he did not, so I did what anyone in that situation would at my age, I simply pretended I was asleep, and the next thing that happened still haunts me to this day! While pretending to be asleep, I feel a dead cold hand go up my t-shirt and feel these sharp fingernails begin to scratch my back like my dad would. Somehow I fell aslee to it, probably because it was what my dad would do at the time. The next morning I told my family but they told me it was a dream but it was not a dream, it was too real.

Grandma is not happy

Let me start this story off by saying I grew up in the military. My dad was in the air force and my family moved around a lot. I have lived in many haunted homes before, and have experience a lot of paranormal activiti in my life. This story however is about the time my grandma was not happy with my dad being deployed.

Back in the Spring of 2008 my dad got orders for Iraq, and by the summer he had deployed. The night my dad left was a hard one for me. I wanted to stay up all night because I didn’t want to dream about my dad dying, but I had school in the morning so around 10 I forced myself to go to bed. This is where it gets weird.

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