Hi, you might remember me from that slender man story a while back. But this story happened years before. i was about 5 when this happened, and both me, my older sister and younger sister encountered it. my older sister said that she was lying on the hammock, and she heard a distant “hello?” coming from the ravine. She suggested that i should try it to see if it would happen to me. i was skeptical, but i decided to do it. Now, at this point in my life, i was deathly afraid of ghosts, obviously now that i’m 16 and turning 17 in december, i’m no longer afraid of ghosts. Anyway, i was hesitant, but i went outside and decided to do it. what happened to me was this: i was lying on the hammock, listening to the sounds of the trees creaking, and i was thinking this was just a joke. But then, after about 15-20 minutes, i heard a very distant “hello? hello?”. I froze. i immediately sat up and looked into the ravine, there was nobody there. i answered back “h-hello?”. there was no response. at this point i didn’t know what to think. it couldn’t have been my older sister (who is now 18 and in college and my younger sister is 13.) because my older sister was inside doing other things. And my younger sister was still a baby, so she could barely walk. I have always believed in ghosts and the paranormal, so, it must have been a ghost or something. it turns out, a long long time ago, there was once a railroad that was in my ravine. now, 11-ish years later, i still try to see if i can succeed in doing what i did again, nothing has worked so far, but hopefully one day, i’ll hear that distant “hello?” again.
The story happened in Las Pinas, Philippines, at the house of my dear friend whom I haven’t seen for a long time. She’s celebrating her birthday, so a couple of my college friends and I went for a visit. They have to leave early just right after the party since it’s going to be a long drive back home. I, on the other hand, chose to stay so we can catch up on old times. We talked for hours until we got tired and decided to call it a night.
They offered me a room on the second floor beside the balcony. I went inside and from the looks of it, it seems as if no one’s been using it for quite some time. It also made me wonder why her older brother ought to sleep in the smallest room. Anyway, it wasn’t such a big deal, so I didn’t bother to ask. She gave me two pillows and a blanket, then bid me goodnight. I went to bed but didn’t turn the lights off. It has become customary for me to do that whenever I’m sleeping at somebody else’s house as I am not familiar, I don’t want to stumble in the dark and break something in case I’d have to go to the bathroom.
It was already past midnight. I’m exhausted, but I still can’t sleep. I sense as if someone was watching me, but didn’t make a big fuss out of it. I took my Ipad out of the bag, started checking my Facebook account when I glanced at the upper left corner of the screen and saw a reflection of a white silhouette standing behind me. I turned my head around and found nothing but a yellow empty wall. I reckon it’s just my mind playing tricks on me suggesting that it’s time for me to rest, I put my Ipad on the bedside table and doze off.
Back in 2011, five of my colleagues and I went to Vigan, Ilocos Sur (Philippines) for a 2-day tour. Our bus arrived around 7 in the evening, and we checked in at an old Hotel (Grandpa’s Inn) where all of us stayed in the same room. We rest for a bit, unpacked our things, freshen up and then headed out looking for a place to have dinner. While we’re walking, I began having this feeling that we have a company. I sense another presence among us. My mind keeps giving me a hint or most likely implying that there are seven of us in the group instead of six. I choose to ignore it thinking it was just my imagination running wild.
We found a restaurant (Café Leona) and decided to eat on the patio. We already have enough chairs for ourselves when one of my friends (Farrah) requested for another one. I thought she needed it to put her stuff on while she eats. The waiter brought her a chair, but she hasn’t put anything. I then decided to put her bag on the chair when she quickly stop me and said ”don’t! It’s for…” then halted and didn’t even finish what she was trying to say. She stared at everyone with this wondering expression on her face and said ”never mind”. Shortly after we eat, we took a stroll and went back at the inn around 10 in the evening.
We all washed up and went to bed. It was almost 11 in the evening when we heard one of our friends’ (Ceasar) phone received a message along with the message tone ”may nagmamahal” (someone who loves). I guess he’s awfully tired, he didn’t even bother to read it. Some of us awakened from our sleep when we heard it again. I looked at my watch and found that it’s already 2 in the morning. It made me wonder who could have been sending him these messages at that hour. He still didn’t bother to pick it up, but then after a few minutes, we heard the same tone again. That time, I saw him stand up, grabbed his phone, read the message and then went outside. I followed and saw him having a smoke, I light up a cigarette myself.
It was the beginning of the summer and I had just turned 18 years old. I called up my friend, let’s call him Mike, because I wanted him to come over so we could go to Walmart and I could by my first knife on my own being 18 and all.
He came over and I bought my knife and decided to buy a couple of cigars too just for the hell of it.
After we bought our cigars we went down to a secluded park that we always call the “chill spot”. I’d like to point out that the chill spot has an extremely old church and graveyard right next to it and we have seen very detailed man-like figures out here before but we weren’t really fazed. It wasn’t our first run-in with the paranormal.
Hello, my name is Carolina and I have been watching your videos on YouTube for some time, and it has reminded me of the time I saw something at my house. I can’t explain what it was, and it was really creepy.
This is a very short story but it has scared me ever since. It is important that you know the layout of my bedroom. The one on the right side has the bedroom door on the right and the bathroom in front of it. The middle bed (mine) was in front of a big window. And the one on the left was beside another large window.
Now for the story: Me and my two sisters where in our own beds, and my nanny was with us at the moment telling us a bedtime story. At this point in time I was facing towards my nanny, whom was sited on the bed at the right. I was listening to the story when from the corner of my eye I saw a young girl, she had long dark hair and a white gown. It seemed like she came out of the bathroom and was headed to the bed on the far left side. I whipped my head to catch a glance at this thing, but it was gone. I initially thought it could have been my little sister who slept at the other bed. But when I looked at her she was already in bed almost half asleep with the blankets tucked in, she couldn’t have done that so quickly. I still think about it, and I want an explanation. I never saw the girl again, but I do feel a presence when I’m alone in the house. Whatever that was, I hope I never see it again.
I am a concierge for a residential building and its basically fancy flats for high earning people. The concierges do a mixture of work on a rota time basis from morning, evenings and nights. We mainly just sit in the reception and being the first main of contact we write down and log any problems the tenant may have and send it to the right department. We also have to monitor the car park, keys/fob cards and check who goes in or out of the building.
Looking at the cctv is also part of the job and those of you who have worked alongside cctv cameras there are always blind spots. I mean the camera can only capture a part of the room and there will always be some angle where the camera cannot quite catch or reach. Some of the concierges who work on the night rota joke that they will sleep anywhere in the building where its a blind spot for the CCTV camera.
On the weekend night shifts you get another concierge to help work along side you and on the weekdays you are alone in the nights. On the morning and evenings shifts you are mainly alone but there is an hour cross over when one concierge has an hour left on his or her shift and when another concierge has just started. These cross overs have been purposely put in at certain points of the day when the building is most busy.
This happened when I was young, I don’t remember my age at the time. It was October and my dad asked my brothers and I what we wanted we want to do for Halloween. I said something scary, maybe a haunted house. He took it in consideration and a week before halloween he took us on a ‘ghost tour’.
We went up to this building where the tour guides would be, and a short lady stood beside a sign. She was obviously our tour guide. We waited for everybody else to get there before we left and started walking along the street. As the lady took us to sights that were supposed to be haunted, I had rolled my eyes in disbelief. I thought the whole thing was bogus, even when she scared someone in our group for a reaction. I would have gone on believeing that the trip was just a cash scheme, until we reached a black metal fence with a bright White House behind it.
The lady went on to talk about how it was supposedly haunted. How a girl, who was not that old, had died in that house from a disease in the 1900’s.