A few years ago my aunt was driving me to my uncle’s place. Then she told me this are you excited to see your uncle. I told her yeah but here is the thing i never met my uncle before and this was my very first time seeing him. He lives in the country and he had a whole property for him and his wife.
My uncle’s name is Robert and his wife’s name is Becky and they was very nice and they both gave me a hug and welcomed me in their home.
Me and my uncle hanged out and he showed me every room in the house then i saw my niece in his in the girls room playing with her friends but i did not care. My uncle said that him and his wife have to go to bed because they have to work the next day and he told me i can stay up all night and i said ok.
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A long time back, around the time I was 6 or 7 years old, I lived in a neighborhood about a half hour out of Appleton, Wisconsin. To say this place was built on some old grave site would be disingenuous but a lot of the homes and surrounding area had an uneasy and oppressive atmosphere noticeable especially when alone. Though my own home was as subject to this unease and I had many frightening experiences there the home of my only friend at the time was where this story takes place.
One afternoon in the early fall, just before the heat of summer made its way out of the region, I was spending some time over at my friend’s home, which was a little log cabin up the street from my house. For the first time since meeting my friend we ended up going down to play in his basement, given that the heat made playing outside less than ideal. At first I was hesitant, after all my own basement was creepy and empty and I never imagined I could have any sort of fun somewhere like that, but it turned out not to be what I had anticipated.
His basement was pretty average in size, carpeted, and the insulation on the walls wasn’t even visible. It was by no means unfinished yet it was far homier than the concrete pit under my house, so I thought this wouldn’t be as bad as my young self thought.
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Everyone in our town knows that the college campus is haunted. It is one of those things that you grow up telling spooky stories about at sleepovers, making all the other girls squeal when you suddenly pull out the jumpscare. It wasn’t anything a lot of people really ever worried about, unless you went to the school.
I started college there back in the fall of 2010 as an art major. That meant I had to spend a lot of time in the humanities building. According to rumor, that was the most haunted building on campus. I have always been sensitive and over the years of doing things at the campus (it was the largest auditorium and what not in the town so a lot of plays and recitals happened there) I had felt many things over the years, but nothing much had really felt dangerous to me. I would get bad feelings around backstage and on the stairs that led down to the basement, but I generally shrugged them off as me just being a paranoid little kid.
After the first month or so, I got involved with a small group of people that enjoyed going ghost hunting on the weekends and they had gotten special permission from one of the art professors to stay in the building late that night. I was invited to go on this little hunt as my first tester trip. They wanted to make sure that I would stay calm.
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Now, this experience happened to me about 5 to 6 years ago, so some of the details might not be there, anyways, here it goes. I had just recently moved about 6 months ago. I now live in a development fairly close to my old home and it was on a corner of a fairly busy street.
I moved for reasons unrelated to this story. I’m a 15-yo male and this happened to me when I was about 9 or 10.
My brother 8, my cousin 12 and I were all in my small, musty cluttered basement just playing around with the toys because we were bored. And literally out of nowhere we heard a toy fall from the other end of the room.
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I am not a stranger to the paranormal. Ever since I was 12, I noticed we were not alone in this world. The story I am sharing is not my first experience, but the scariest so far.
I was 16 at the time. Due to my parents being divorced, I had to go see my father every other weekend. He recently moved to a new rental. This rental has a bit of a story. You see, the previous owner of it just let his animals die. We would always find bones in the yard. Being in the country side gave me very little things to due, and outside was not an option due to the landlords’ business was run on the same lot. Shortly, my right to stay upstairs in the living room was taken away by my step-mother. My room became my sanctuary.
My room was in the basement. As time went on, I started to notice a presence near my room. The presence slowly grew over time, but never bothered me during the day. I would always forget about it as I went to bed, but the presence was stronger when all the lights were off. I slowly became paranoid, so I turned on my favorite rock station to ease my nerves each night. Then the presence became over baring. I made the mistake of looking at my door as I tried to sleep.
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I was at a camp out with my youth group once, and we sat around a campfire and some of the others told scary stories. I remember one, but I don’t recall it word for word. But I do remember the basic idea.
Went something like this…..
A young boy was given the task to house sit for a couple who were going away on their honey moon. He had nothing better to do in his spare time, as it was in the Summer, and he didn’t have many friends to hang out with, or things to do.
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What I am about to share with you are a few paranormal occurrences that happened to me growing up in my childhood home.
I have told very few people about this, but it has been weighing on me for years.
I am 27 years old now, and these things had happened to me from the ages of 5 to 18, 18 being the age when I moved out of my mother’s house and into my first apartment.
Let me start off by saying that I am a very rational person. I work as an internal auditor for a major corporation in my area, and am a mother of an 8 year old boy and two dogs, so my personality is more serious than fanciful, but I have NEVER denied the existence of the paranormal.
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