What’s that thing on my back

I’m not sure exactly what day this was on but it was a very scary experience. One morning as I woke to my sister getting ready for church I yawned and she told me to go back to sleep because I didn’t need to be awake. She left and I went back to sleep, one hour later I woke up again and checked my phone to see the time, it was 10:00 a.m. and I had fallen back asleep for about ten minutes.

When I woke back up I couldn’t move, I got scared and tried to reach for my phone. When my arm wouldn’t move, I tried to get up and failed, then a few seconds later my sister started to mess with me and step on my back and hand. After she got off I screamed and was finally able to get up, I shot out of my bed and looked frantically around the room, she wasn’t there and no one else was home.

She wasn’t back yet, I sat there for a few minutes and cried a little bit. I don’t know if that was sleep paralysis or not but it scared me so much that I don’t go back to sleep when my sister leaves for church.

My grandpa and his ghost

When I was 15, I moved in with my grandpa.

I had lived at that house with my mom before when I was really young, and I always hated the upstairs floor because I had an encounter with a ghost there when I was 5 or 6. What had happened was I had been looking for my mom all over the house, and calling out for her.

“Mommy? Mommy? Where are you?” I already looked upstairs for her, but since I had just looked in the basement I figured she had time to go back up to her room.

When I got back up to her bedroom door and opened it, I again asked, “Mommy?”, only to find the shadowy figure of a man sitting on her bed across from me. He was watching me, and tilted his head. I heard him imitate me by asking, “Mommy?” as if he didn’t understand what it meant.

I screamed my head off and bolted downstairs, almost wanting to run backwards because I felt a presence behind me, but I just kept going, only to find my mom at the bottom of the stairs.

That has always haunted me. My grandpa talked to his neighbors who had lived there longer than him, and they told him that there was an older man with a beard named Frank who lived in the house two owners before him, and that he had died in the backyard while shoveling or raking, of a heart attack. Every time something unexplained happened to my grandpa, he had an ongoing joke about blaming Frank.

For example, my grandpa had gotten a new camera to snap photos of our vacation in Mexico that he set down on the desk.

He would go to the bathroom for a few minutes, and when he came back it would be gone. He searched throughout the house, and eventually gave up and bought a new one. A few days later, low and behold, the old camera was sitting on the desk where he had left it. He’d laugh it off, saying things like, “Damn you, Frank! You just outed me fifty bucks!”

It was almost like they were buddies, in their own weird way.

Fast forwarding back to moving in as a teen, I was still weary of the second floor.

Throughout living there until I was 20, my room had to, of course, be upstairs. I’d experienced footsteps stomping up and down the stairs which were just about three feet away from my bedroom door, my door closing by itself even though it wasn’t weighted and would stay where you left it, my cat growling and glaring into thin air, etc.

When I was about 18 and out to a movie with friends, my grandpa called me asking if I was home.

I said no and that I was on my way.

He said that was odd, because he swore he heard me crying right outside his window, and when he went out to look, nobody was there. A few days later, I was on the phone in bed and my cat kept jumping up on and bugging me so I temporarily locked her out by shutting the door until I was done with my conversation.

About a minute later, she jumped back on the bed, which made me immediately look up at my door, which had been opened again. Suddenly, I could hear a woman faintly crying on the other side.

It lasted for what seemed like forever, but was probably only around 15 seconds, until I got up to investigate.

Only then did it stop.

A few years later when I was 21, I moved out because my grandpa’s health had been deteriorating due to his alcoholism, and despite my help, he just wouldn’t help himself and I was getting sick of it, plus it seemed like the activity wasn’t going to cease.

Six months later, my grandpa died. It came as a huge shock, and for a while I blamed myself because I thought, maybe if I had stayed with him he would have somehow lived longer. Maybe I could have done something. But I kept my feelings to myself, because my mom was completely devastated, as she was pretty much his favorite kid and everyone in the family knew it. It was always kind of like that. My grandpa, my mom, my siblings and I.

The house was sold to the bank because he just honestly didn’t take very good care of it, and luckily the locks hadn’t been changed right away because I needed to grab a few personal items for my apartment that I’d left there.

When my husband and I walked through the house, it was eerily dark and cold, like a ghost of the house I knew growing up. I soaked it all in, all the memories that I’d never be able to visit again, because he was gone.

I still struggle with his death to be honest.

But I felt like I was being watched the whole time, which I didn’t mention to my husband because it was just the vibe that you felt at that house and nothing new.

But the weirdest part of all of this, is months later, my mom and aunt spoke to an alleged psychic, who said my grandpa hasn’t moved on yet. She said he’s staying with “The boy”, who we assume is my little brother who has down syndrome.

My grandpa watched my brother at least every other weekend for his entire life. Before he was cremated, my mom tried to gently tug my brother into looking at GP (which is what all of us called him), but he shook his head and refused.

We think GP stays with David to keep him at peace. But the psychic said GP also hangs out with someone in the after life.

An older man, who has a beard.

They spent weeks trying to decipher who the psychic was talking about, until they told me about what she said and I immediately gasped and said “Frank!” Their eyes lit up. “Oh my God, I think you’re right!” My aunt was stunned.

To this day, I firmly believe that when my grandpa isn’t with my brother, he’s hanging out in the afterlife with Frank, haunting the house with the ghost that haunted him. To the next person who ends up living there, good luck

my prom stalker

first off, i’d like to say that i’ve not shared this story with anyone, except you viewers now. this is something very real and very scary, but i guess sharing it with someone via internet keeps me anonymous while still letting my story be known.

anyways, let’s begin.

this happened last year, when i was a sophomore at my high school. now, the way my school works is- only juniors and seniors can go to prom. freshman and sophomore are only allowed to prom if they were invited by upperclassmen.

my boyfriend at the time was a junior and asked me out to prom. saying that i was thrilled about it would be an under statement.

i remember all my friends were jealous and envied that i’d gotten to go to prom and they didn’t. i truly felt magical.

anyways, a week before prom my friend drove me out to a local clothing store that had beautiful prom dresses on sale.

that day it was particularly dark and rainy out, although my states weather has been and always will be bipolar. (i am not going to release my state for safety precautions). the parking lot was filled to the brim with cars so we had to park in a starbucks lot a little down the road. with it still being pretty cold, dark, and rainy outside, we wanted to take as many short cuts to the dress store as we could.

it’s kind of hard to explain but where the dress store was, the starbucks was a little diagonal from it- letting there be an alley way for us to cut through.

we decided to go through there because like i said, it was cold and rainy and the last thing we needed was for me to get sick. now, i remember specifically that there was a window to a building in the alley way- which is a pretty weird spot to place a window but it’s whatever.

that window had a blanket or towel of some sort covering it, preventing anyone from seeing in or out. i am 120% sure that it was fully covering the window because as we walked past it in the alley, i made a smart ass comment about it.

now this will be important later in the story.

 

after picking out a black black laced dress with sparkles all over it, we walked back to the car. the rain had settled down to only a light sprinkle. cutting through the alley way, i looked at the window and the towel that was once covering it was now completely moved to the side. it had looked like there was a face pressed up against it because i could still see the grease smeared acrossed it. looking back at it now, pretty creepy.

but being the young and naive 15 year old, i shrugged it off as nothing.

now i’m a very small girl, weighing at around 120 pounds and 5”3. chocolate brown hair, and bright bright green eyes.

i am not self absorbed but i can easily say that i am an attractive young lady. this is just to help you get a visual of me.

now, for the rest of the ride home both my friend and i mentioned how uneasy we felt. we blamed it on the sucky weather and whatnot but it was just a very unusual feeling- like we were being followed. once i got home i made sure to lock the door behind me since my parents didn’t get home from work until late.

putting some popcorn in the microwave, i flopped onto my couch and began scrolling through instagram when i got a new follow request. my account was set on public so that anyone and everyone could not only follow me- but see everything i post.

i clicked on the profile to see that they had zero posts, zero followers, and following one person- me. once again, i shrugged it off assuming it was just a new account trying to get it going.

after shutting my phone off i go to retrieve my now fully popped bag of popcorn when i see something against my sliding glass door.

it looked like two hands were cuffed around it, but i only got a quick glance before the figure retreated. my heart completely stopped. my 15 year old undeveloped brain raced.

my first instinct was to check and make sure every door was locked. then the windows. after that i waited anxiously on my kitchen floor until my parents got home.

after that night, nothing else happened.

until prom. my boyfriend picked me up in his all red 2016 camaro- nice right? we had a fun night dancing, eating, talking, and kissing. until my boyfriend told me that we had to leave. i was curious as to why he wanted to leave and why he was so anxious and jittery. once we reached home, what he told me totally shook me out of my own skin.

he said that he saw a man, maybe around his 40’s taking pictures of me on his phone. every now and then the man would rub on his penis through his jeans.

he said that the man looked at me intensely making sure not to even blink once. this was terrifying.

so beware, and be safe. and knowing that there’s a man out there with pictures of me on his phone, and i have no doubt in my head that that was him glancing through my sliding glass door that one night. i have anxiety everywhere i go.

so to the creepy man that stalks me, lets not meet again.

A Nice Walk

This Is The Creepiest thing That Has Ever Happened to Me

It Happened Just a week Ago and I Thought I Would Share it Now.

I Also Don’t Think my Friend would be the Same Again.

I Don’t Know what She Saw but, She..I Won’t Spoil Anything.

Just So you Know I’m about 15 or 16 and I was with two 17 year olds and another 15 year old.

Lets Call the 17 year olds Rachel and Max.

And Then the other 15 year old Jake.

And me.

Rachel is Jakes Sister and I was at his House Because I Was Scared to be Alone at My House, the Reason Is for another story but.

Rachel was also There with her Boyfriend and They Wanted To Go to the Park for a While.

Jakes Parents Were Out somewhere Doing Who Knows what and Me and Jake Didn’t want to Be By ourselves if Someone Broke in the house and Tried to Kill us.

Were Big Cowards as My brother would say.

Rachel Offered for us to Come with to the Park and Of Coarse we Accepted but I Don’t Think Max was Happy about that.

But We all Packed up and Left the house.

It was Fairly Warm since it’s California in the summertime. It was About 8 or 9 at night and Usually People were Everywhere outside but, it Was Silent outside and no people were Around.

It Was Actuality Pretty Creepy.

One of the Lights On the Sidewalk Were Broken and it was Black in that Spot.

This is…Strange” I Heard Rachel Say to Max who Nodded.

Maybe we Should-Go Back inside” Jake Offered standing In front of Me.

I Nodded in Agreement.

This isn’t Normal, Something Seems Very Wrong.

Max Scoffed And Called Us Pussies and Kept Walking.

As Much as I Wanted to Punch him I Knew he was Joking.

He Was Actually Really nice For a Guy who Looks like he could Kill Someone.

Which he can.

I Stood Behind Rachel and Jake Behind me and we Followed Max.

“Doesn’t Something Seem off?” I Asked Jake. He Nodded Glancing Behind us.

“Everyones Gone, It’s Usually Packed, What Happened?” He Asked Looking at Me.

I Shrugged and Noticed That Rachel and Max Were Gone.

Jake did Too.

“Shit! Max! Rachel!” Jake Started Yelling.

I Quieted him “Let’s Just Go Back to Your house, I’m Sure They’ll be Fine Okay” Jake nodded and Looked around.

“I Don’t Have the Keys, Rachel Dose.” Jake Said. I Sighed “God Dammit” I Mumbled and Said.

“Any Windows?”Jake Looked at me “windows?”
I Sighed “Did you Leave any windows open?” Jake Shook his Head.

“If we Left the Windows open When Were not there, We’d Only have one Dog” He Told me.

I Laughed at Bit and Said.

“Let’s Just Look for them” I said Walking away from him.

“I-i Don’t Know. This Feels Wrong” He Said Looking around.

I Turned back to him “I Know but, I Feel like if We Sit and Wait Then..” I Trailed off

“Something Bad would Happen” He said I Nodded.

“Fine Let’s Go” He Said.

We Walked about Halfway down the Street to the Broken Light and Stopped there.

I Tried to Keep Walking but Was Pulled back.

“What?” I Asked Jake Looked Forward.

He Didn’t Look scared but He Was Acting like it.

He Pointed at Past the Light.

I Noticed that The Lights Past the Broken one Was Also Off.

All of Them.

I Took a Step Back.

“What?” I Said Confused. I Felt Jake Grab my Arm.

“Let’s Just see if a Neighbor is Home” Jake Said pulling me To a House not Far from The Broken Lights.

This Was the house on Of Our Teachers Lives in, Mr, Parchment.

Jake knocked on the Front door and Rang the Doorbell about A Hundred Times.

No one Ever Answered. Which is Strange since his Car Was in the dive Way and The Lights in his Kitchen and living Room had turned on.

“Mr, Parchment!” I Yelled out. No answer.

Maybe, He’s Out for A Walk?” Jake Said I Scoffed “Who Turned on the Lights?” I Asked.

Jake Rolled his Eyes.

I Started to Feel Very uneasy.

I Nudged Jake When I Noticed that Another Light had Started Deming till It Popped and it Was Dark.

Jakes Eyes Widened and He Jumped Down The Stairs Me Following.

We Rushed back To His House.

I Guessed he Forgot it was Locked in his Panic and Ran Right into the Door.

I Stiffed a Laugh and Tried The Door Again Before I Looked back Again, Another Light Popped.

“Open! Open! Open!” Jake Said Banging And Kicking The Lock On The Door.

I Could hear The dogs Barking Like Crazy.

Before Jake could Break The Door.

Rachel and Max Rushed Behind him and Unlocked it.

Perfect Timing guys

We All Rushed inside.

Rachel Looked Terrified and So Did Max.

They Wouldn’t Tell us Anything.

We All Sat In The Living Room For a Few Hours Watching TV.

It Was Weird.

When We Looked out the window The Street was Brightly Lit and Filled With People.

“What The Fuck Just Happened?” I Asked Looking At Jake.

He Shrugged “I Hope it Dones’t Happen again” He Walked into The Kitchen With his Sister.

I Don’t Know What Happened and I Also Hope it Never Happens Again.

Also Rachel Said She Would Send Her Side of The Story Later

So We’ll Know What Happened.

Also Has This Happened To Anyone Else?

Please Let me Know

I Have A Picture of Jakes Street and It’s Not a Place Near Many Stores Where he Lives.

It’s All Houses On Both Sides with a Park 3 or 4 Blocks Away.

It’s Not a Dangerous town Either Never had a Break in or a Murder.

I Feel Like Me and Jake Should have Stayed inside that Night.

And Why did Rachel And Max want To Go out in the first place? (I Have a Few Ideas But!)

Anyway I’m gonna End this here and Later i’ll Send Rachel’s Pov Of What Happened.

The Girl in the Apartment

Alright. So this is a story about from when I was around 14 or 15, I’d say 9th grade or so.

I was moving into a new city at the time, in this old apartment; this was before I moved to California which is where I live now.

As we were walking in the lobby of this new building something didn’t feel right. I tried to ignore the feeling and continued on to the elevator once my parents got finished reserving our room.

My mother pressed the elevator button and the elevator arrived to where we were, I stepped in and so did the rest of my family.

The elevator went up, but as it was going up I could’ve SWORN I saw a black figure just fall from the top of this building (The elevator is see through) when I turned my head to look completely, I saw nothing. I decided to ignore the feeling and once the elevator arrived on the top level, I stepped out with my family.

It was an 8th floor building, which means the top floor was just the 8th floor. It wasn’t a skyscraper, but it wasn’t too short of a building either. I had never really been this high up before, so as I looked out the window the view kind of frightened me.

We entered our apartment room and laid down our stuff to get settled in, this was one HUGE apartment space. It looked like a big family had once owned this apartment space, I only had 2 other siblings so it didn’t really make sense to me as to why we were given such a big ass apartment space.

There were 6 bedrooms, a kitchen, and 5 bathrooms. I thought to myself “This is one big ass building for only 8 floors up”.

At around 11 PM at night, I was getting ready to go to sleep…after all the rest of my family was sound asleep and I was the only one still up on my phone.

As I was about to shut off my phone, I started hearing soft crying coming from what sounded like a little right by the kitchen, I thought it might’ve been some little girl walking down the hallways outside of the apartment rooms and I shrugged it off. But here’s where things get scary. The crying suddenly stopped, and I began feeling a little bit relieved. I decided to go out to the kitchen to get a drink of water and an apple, I walked out of my room and as soon as I opened the fridge, I noticed…..a KNIFE covered in blood on the top rack of the fridge…I was shocked and confused.

I shut the fridge and ran out to the balcony to slow down my breathing, after all we got a beautiful street view and the air was hot and humid, usually the kind of surroundings that tend to calm me down.

I sat out there for a few minutes, and managed to fall asleep. I had a weird dream that some girl….with curly brown hair was standing in front of me, screaming at me “Get out! Get out of here! Get out Get out!” then she ran off and I heard loud breathing beside me in the dream. I woke up, and from the corner of my eye I saw a girl….maybe around 11 or 12, with the SAME brown curly hair and pajamas from the dream standing against the railing of the balcony, breathing hard and loud….!

I turned around and she was gone. I thought I was going crazy at this point. I slowly got up and walked back inside.

The MINUTE I walked back inside, I heard a scream, I turned around and that girl was plummeting down the building to HER DEATH. I thought “WHAT THE FUCK?” I just checked to see if she was there and she WASN’T.

Then I saw her fall down. I called 911 and explained to them what happened, an ambulance had shown up and they searched around, but couldn’t find this alleged girl anywhere on the pavement. After them searching ALL NIGHT, they decided to call it quits and go back because they couldn’t find this girl I was talking about. I went to the front desk the next morning, and explained to them what had happened. One lady in particular told me, several years ago an 11 year old girl had jumped to her death from that same balcony due to cyberbullying and other family troubles.