I slept with a ghost

This story takes place back in 2007 in my family’s farm house in Minas Gerais, southern east Brazil. Many weird things happened to members of my family in this house since it was build by gradmas’s father. It’s weird because this farm was build in the middle of nowhere back then and no family ever lived there before ours. I’ve heard many weird stories about this farm but nothig really happened to e into this day.

I was 15 years old when I went to the farm to visit my gradma’s brother who lives there, I was with my cousin that I will call Ellie and her father. We walked aroung the property taking pictures and posing around like any 2000’s teenagers would do. I was facing Ellie with my back turned to the house when she turned pale. I asked what happened and she said she has just seen a little boy wearing a suit standing in the balcony looking at us. The boy was aroung eight years old, had black hair and was very pale, but nothing else happened during this trip.

A few months later we had both forgot about the incident and we got back to the farm to our uncle’s and aunt’s 25 year anniversary celebration. Our intire family would spent the night at the house and them we all would go back home after lunch the next day. Even if the house is big there wasn’t enough space to all of us, so my cousin Ellie and I slept together in a air mattress on the flor in the reception room along with her brother in the couch and her father in another mattress in the same room. This room had a door that opens straight to the balcony where we first saw that little boy months before.

I woke up during the night feeling a cold I never felt before, it wasn’t just natural cold and it was also very odd since it was summer. If you ever feel this cold before you will know what I’m talking about. This could comes from inside. I quickly roled in my blanket but it wasn’t enough. I realized Ellie was also awake and she was shaking. We didn’t think anything of it and we finally fall asleep just to be woken very warm by our seven months old cousin crying in the bedroom next to us. After he stop crying we would fall sleep again and wake up feeling that strong cold. That happened aroung four or five times during the night.

The next day I sleep into lunch time when my mom woke me up to eat. I told her I didn’t sleep well because of how could it was that night. She looked at me worried and said that she couldn’t sleep because of how hot it was that night. She slept with the window opened and the fan turned on and still had trouble sleeping. I asked my cousin and my oncle who sleep in the same room as I did and they said the same. My cousin even said he woke up in the middle of the night and had to remove his t-shirt.

When I was about to come home I told this story my gradma’s bother who lives in the farm and he said one day he woke up feeling a intense and strong cold to find a little pale boy sleeping next to him in his bed.

Won’t be visiting Aunt Jane

This experience happened around 10 years ago when I was about 9 years old.

My parents had been fighting, and they were in the process of getting a divorce. They didn’t want me to have to be in that kind of environment, so they decided that I should stay with my aunt, who we’ll call Jane, for the summer. At that point, I had only met my Aunt Jane twice. I was a shy little girl, so I was really scared to have to leave my home behind for those few months. My mom convinced me by telling me all about the woods Aunt Jane lived in. Her house was isolated, and woods surrounded it for miles. I had always lived in the city, and I was dying to experience the outdoors. I quickly forgot about all my previous fears, and was now couldn’t wait to visit.

I started packing a week before I even left, and I couldn’t wait until the day I would leave.

Sometime in late June, Aunt Jane came to pick me up. Aunt Jane is a very petite woman. Probably about 5″1 and 120 lbs. Short black curly hair, and wearing at least 4 inch heels. She was younger than my mother, probably in her early 20s. She was amazing and easy to talk to. Funny, friendly, the whole package. It was a great change from the constant arguing of my parents. Aunt Jane lived about 400 miles away from my home and in another state, so it was a two day trip to her house. We stayed in a hotel after driving the entire day, and all was well. The next day, we finally arrived. What I heard about the place was true, In all directions, there were only trees and hills.

It was amazing.

The sound of nature was absolutely beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to play outside. By this point, though, it was dark out, and Aunt Jane told me not to play outside until tomorrow. I was disappointed, but I soon got over it when we walked into her house. It was huge. I was used to our small one story, one bed two bath house and wasn’t expecting Aunt Jane’s 2 story 4 bed 3 bath house. She showed me to the room I’d be staying in and introduced me to my uncle, who we’ll call Dillon.

He was a giant compared to me aunt, standing at 6″0 and weighing 192 lbs. He was friendly and young as well, and we got along great. The room I was staying in had a small twin bed with a pink and yellow striped blanket and stuffed animals for me to play with on one of the shelves. I was so happy. I fell asleep easily that night. When morning came, my aunt suggested that we go shopping. We stayed out all day until dark, so I couldn’t play outside.

This kind of thing went on for the next few weeks, Aunt Jane either finding things for us to do inside or us leaving the house until dark, so I never got a chance to explore the property. One night, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to sneak out to play outside after everyone went to sleep. Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon both slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and the one I was in was staying in was downstairs. I waited until about 2:00 AM, then I snuck out the front door with a flashlight and began walking around the property, though, something about it felt different.

I could hear sounds of nature from the bedroom window, frogs and crickets, and could feel a light breeze whenever it was open, but now that I was outside, everything seemed still. No sounds, no wind, no nothing.

I continued walking, until I felt something grab the back of my leg and pull me to the ground. When I turned around, I saw something that still gives me chills writing about today. It was tall and inhumanly thin. It was completely pale white, and had the eyes of a human and the teeth of a dog. It was at least 7 feet tall and easily towered over me. It had no fur, no hair, no eyebrows, just completely naked. It’s genitals were covered by a brown skirt type of thing, seemingly made of tape and twine. I locked eyes with it, and it let out an almost human scream.

It was the most painful sound I’ve ever heard, and it still gives me nightmares to this day.

Immediately, I turned around and booked it to the house and ran inside. I locked every door and shut every window and ran up to Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon’s room, woke them up and told them everything. They didn’t do much else besides tuck me into bed and tell me everything would be alright, but it didn’t help. For the next few nights, I would hear things scraping at my window, intentional sounding knocks, or that same scream from the woods.

The room I was staying in had no curtains or blinds, so every time I heard something I would look to my window and see nothing.

A week of this goes by, and I hear the scream again. This time, though, it’s right at my window. I look to see that same creature looking directly at me, smiling wider than I thought possible. It began to knock loud and hard on the window, and I grabbed a pillow and blanket and ran to the bathroom.

I locked the door, too scared to even run to my Aunts room.

There were no windows in this particular bathroom, and it was the smallest one in the house. I threw my pillow and blanket into the tub and began to cry, I didn’t get any sleep and came out of the room the minute I heard Aunt Jane’s voice that morning. I told her everything, and she believed me. She told me that’s why she didn’t want me out there, that there are some things in this world you can’t explain, and shouldn’t try to. I just wanted to go home, but I knew I couldn’t. My aunt ended up moving me to a different guest room upstairs, and I felt safer.

This room had drapes, and was also higher off the ground, out of reach of that thing.

The next month went normal, and I actually had a lot of fun. I did so much there, and I forgot all about the thing I saw earlier in my visit.

Then comes the last day of my stay there, it went great, We went to a waterpark about an hour away, got ice cream, and watched movies together. I was so sad that I was going to have to leave soon. I went to bed as normal, only to be woken up my a loud bang outside my window. Hesitantly, I opened the curtains and looked down. There, I saw it. Knocking on the window of the room I previously stayed in, and looking up at me. It pulled its hand up and began to wave. It then mouthed the word “goodbye,” and took off running into the woods.

I haven’t told anyone except my aunt and uncle about this experience, and I don’t plan on doing so. I now understand why Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon sleep upstairs.

Knocking Out a Burglar

My name is Chris, half Welsh half Hungarian, and I live in London. My cousin, Daniel, half Hungarian half Canadian , lives in a town 40 miles from Toronto, in Canada. Our mothers are two sisters from Hungary, and beacause of them, we are both fluent in Hungarian, and this is an important part of the story.

Every year, we would go to Canada to visit my cousin’s family for a week. This one time, about 10 years ago, when we were 11 and 12 years old, we were left alone playing on my cousin’s brand new Playstation 3 while our parents were out shopping in Toronto.

It was about 7 p.m. and we started hearing strange sounds coming from downstairs. My cousin thought that it was her grandma, bringing us something to eat, but as he looks down the stairs, he looked into the eyes of a 6′ 5” 300 pound man with a baseball bat. He immediately sprinted to his room and told me to get up and run into the bathroom, but he said everything in Hungarian so that the burglar didn’t understand us. We ran into the bathroom, locked it, and tried to think about what we were going to do. The biggest issue was that my phone had no signal in Canada, while his was downstairs in the living room, unless this guy took it.

10 minutes pass and we hear the guy is coming towards the bathroom. Our plan was that once he goes into Daniel’s room, which was opposite the bathroom, we sprint down the stairs, to a neighbour and call the police and our parents. That wasn’t the case however, because he tried the bathroom door first, and as he realised that it was locked from the inside , it was clear to him that we were in there. He literally said “If you let me in I won’t beat you” in a weird, Russian-like accent.

We were 12 but not dumb, there was no way we were going to open that door. We started talking in Hungarian, trying to figure out what we are going to do now. We thought if we wasted enough time, eventually our parents would come home and call the police. As soon as I said this in Hungarian, we hear footsteps coming from the stairs. We thought that he had friends and this just got worse. However, we could hear him swearing in another language. It was the police coming up the stairs.

One of Daniel’s neighbours had seen this man breaking in, so he called the police. These 20 minutes were the most terrifying moments of our lives.

We later found out that the guy was Russian, and this was his first attempt to rob a house. It wasn’t a succesful try, luckily.

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.

I was in the kitchen, which was located at the back of the house, sitting at a table, having a friendly conversation with a guy around my age. I took in my surroundings as we talked, gazing upon white walls and cabinets and a black and white checkered floor. At one point I went to grab something from the living room, which was through an entryway to the left of the kitchen. 

A little later, there was some sort of family gathering. Myself, the guy from the kitchen, and a girl around my age who was also present at the house went out of the kitchen door that led to the backyard. We stepped down from the deck and began setting up a picnic table that was a few feet away. I again sized up my surroundings, recognizing that to my Dream Self this was all familiar, but my Actual Self had never been here before. I looked up to see that it was nearing dusk, and as I looked down I noticed a fencing encircled the backyard. Just before the fence was a large shed. Neighborhood children and children related to my Dream Self ran around as children do. I glanced to my right to see some hop the fence from the neighbor’s yard into our yard. I then studied the neighbors house, an elegant wood house with a low roof. 

Eventually, we all gathered around the wooden picnic table for dinner. Afterwards, the kids began to play again and the adults just enjoyed the evening outside, walking around while keeping an eye on the kids. I remember looking into a basement window of my home and waving at a friendly older man, who could have been my Dream Father or Dream Grandfather–I know that my memory of the dream was so much more vivid months ago, but I must have subconsciously discarded it after regarding it as not important. Anyhow, all I remember is that the man was working on some sort of project, maybe wielding or something like that. 

The only other important detail of the dream was the way the house looked. It was a beautiful, large, two-story brick house that reminded me of two houses combined to make one–since there were many doors around all sides of the house.

The rest of this story took place yesterday. I was outside with my little brother, riding bikes. He wanted to ride his new bike he had gotten for Christmas and I hadn’t ridden my old one in a long time, so we thought it would be fun the continue on for a little while. Then my brother suggested that we visit the “haunted” house down the street. I’d never been there, but I’ve heard of my family talk about it before. During summer holidays, someone always breaches the subject of the “haunted golf cart ride”, a ride that I’d never been on since only so many people can fit on a golf cart. Some of them are always a bit tipsy when the subject comes up, so I figured they were just being silly and I usually don’t take them seriously. Don’t get me wrong, I believe in ghosts, it’s just hard to take drunk people seriously. (Don’t worry, there are no drunk golf cart drivers, and in addition we live in the middle of nowhere.)

When my brother asked to go to the haunted house, I was immediately intrigued, since I’d never been. We set off and reached the end of the road in five minutes or so. From there, the road diverges into two dirt lanes, neither of which I’d ever ventured down. The path became rocky so my brother and I leapt off our bikes and walked with them, giving him a chance to tell me the story behind the house. 

He told me that a little girl once lived there but she had died in a car accident on that road, and that single light was always on in one of the top floor rooms, despite the house being vacant and the electric being shut off. As my brother finished, we were approaching the property. I was wondering if I would get one of those telltale classic feelings of being among the paranormal. I don’t mean to sound cliche, but I did feel something, although not what I was expecting. 

It was a bit of an ominous feeling, but nothing terrifying. Perhaps it was just because I was looking up at a house so large, knowing what had happened to some poor girl who had lived there….This feeling was accompanied by a sort of sinking, empty feeling, like I was missing something. We walked around a few feet and a little closer, and sure enough the single light was on in a top floor room. 

We continued to walk around to the side of the house, in between two large trees that closed the gap between the shed and the house, concealing what lie passed them. An old shed with chipping paint has always been an eerie sight for me, I’m not sure why. To the left of the shed were stairs leading down to a basement door. A large deck hung over the stairs, making the path dark. It would be something very scary indeed at night, but during the day it was just a neat architectural feature, albeit a little creepy. Needless to say, we still did not venture down the stairs to peek through the glass door. 

We did, however, peak through all the other doors. We passed the shed and went onto the backyard, which was a lovely fenced in area that had two picnic tables just a little ways away from the deck….My brother and I went up the deck stairs and peered through the glass door to see a kitchen….a beautiful kitchen with white cabinets and walls, and…and black and white checkered tiles. I spun my head away from the glass, almost feeling a little light-headed, and that’s when I remembered that I had seen this place before. I returned to the glass to study the room once more. The table was in the same corner, the entryway to the living room was to the left….There was a sink in my line of vision, facing the wall opposite me. It contained some old dishes. Boxes and papers were scattered here and there. Next to the door was a fridge. It looked relatively modern but was slightly dirty. Its doors were open, confirming that the electric was shut off. The sight of that room told me that certainly no one was living there. 

I didn’t know what to make of my memory of the dream or of the house. My brother and I walked around and studied it for a few more minutes. I even recognized the neighbor’s house, a modern wooden home with a low roof…

I’ve been trying to wrack my brain for any other memories of the dream, anything significant, but I’ve got nothing. I don’t remember a little girl in particular or anything tragic, just a nice day with family from a life that may not be my own. 

I haven’t told anyone about this aside from one friend. I haven’t even told my brother–even though he’s quite mature, I think he would still be too young to have something like this dropped on him.

I consider myself to be very spiritual and intuitive. I’ve had spiritual encounters and even other spiritual dreams like this before. My dreams are often vivid and I usually put effort into trying to discern them, because you never know. I’m also a psychology student and find the subject quite interesting. 

Without a doubt, I saw this house before physically seeing it, and I don’t really know what this means, or if I will ever know. I’m thankful that my nighttime visit to this place months ago was a tribute to a happy time, because otherwise, I don’t know if I would be so calm about this situation…