unwelcome guest – Duplicate

This happened many years ago, but I can still recall every detail vividly. Some back story. I am usually a skeptic when it comes to things like this, preferring scientific logic to explain what goes bump in the night. Sadly even I have no explanation. Anyways, at the time we lived in a 100+ year old farm house. The kind that has a coal chute and stone foundation. We lived in a small lake community in New York, so houses were close together. Sometimes too close.

I always had an uneasy feeling while living in the house. Like even when you were alone, you weren’t really alone. Despite the fact the basement was incredibly creepy…it had three separate rooms that had their own lights that had to be turned on individually…nothing ever happened there. I know, shocker. We’d occasionally see shadows out of the corner of our eyes, drop in temperature, hear random voices..but nothing too freaky.

One night when my kids where little, I went downstairs to get my youngest something to drink. I prepare the bottle and notice it’s unusually cold for summer. Not really giving it any more thought I make my way back to the staircase. As I got to the stair I looked up and immediately froze. It felt like my heart had just stopped and my muscles forget how to work. Standing at the top of the stairs, outside my kids bedroom was a tall, dark figure. When I say tall, I mean it almost touched the ceiling. I could tell it had a wide brim hat on. While it was dark-ish in the hallway/stairs…this thing was a shade of black so deep there was no mistaking it for something else.

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Rolling hills asylum

I live in Batavia ny, but I grew up in Attica New York, this happened about 15 years ago when I was about 18. That was before anyone other than us locals knew anything about the rolling hills asylum. To us it was just a little place a few miles from home.

My family had been in this county for generations. One of the things they did every year was to go see Santa at the rolling hills.

One year I decided to along with my mom and two younger siblings. When we got to this place I instantly felt odd, we went in and went into the basement where the festivities were being held.

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A few years ago,when I was living at my mothers place,I invited some friends over.We talked about the paranomal as a common subject to talk about when I started hearing maracas,chanting and druming.like if it was an american-indian powow but much slower and quieter than usual.it was late at night in the summer time in the woods.I am a native so I thought it was my ancesters trying to contact me.But it was verry, verry eary.So I asked to my friends: “Do you guys hear that?” they replied: “hear what?” I asked them to shut up and they looked at me with the weirdest look on their faces. “It souds like music” they said.Jimmy being the bravest told me “tell me where i’ll try to find out whos pranking us”.the soud came from one place to annother in a blink of an eye witch isn’t normal.So me and the rest of my friends went out to see with Jim what it was when on the corner of my eye I saw something black dart pass me.it startled me of course and it seemed like if I was in danger.it wasn’t the first time something paranomal happened at my mothers place but this…this was other worldly.Jimmy said at one point while being frozen off of terror “don’t move,its right there” this shadow person was on the backyard shed looking right at me like if it was looking to eat my soul.It then jumped on the ground when Jimmy said “RUUUN!” We ran so fast that I didn’t realize what was happening.We all went inside the house and slamed the door.We where scared so much about it…but the weirdest part is that my friend looked thrue the window and it was waiting.they decided to spend the night at my mothers place because they were too scrared to go outside.Since then I don’t go to my mothers place at night because I feel hunted by that… Thing.There is evil in places youd never think it could exist.

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“Double-Dip” of Ghosts At Camp Lejune

This story happened to me in October of 2009, around Halloween in North Carolina. Camp Lejune is a naval/military base near the Outer Banks on the coast. Despite that, it isn’t considered haunted by most people.

When I was driving past it 1 night at around 9 PM, I saw a haggard-looking man in a gray suit with his thumb out. I slowed to a stop and opened my window. I asked him if he would like a ride and he replied “That would be nice. Thank you.” I actually let him in and didn’t say anything about his suit. I figured he was a Civil War actor who had stayed out really late at a bar or restaurant. As I drove, we made small talk about the war and other things. He told me about the battles in the Carolinas and also about accidents that happened on the road a long time ago. We were having a good time, until I mentioned that I was from Pennsylvania. He stared at me with a look that was a cross of bewilderment with resentment. He just grunted and said “I see.” I figured he reacted like that because he was a Southern sympathizer. They all seem to be bitter about the outcome, even though it happened over a century and a half ago. After 20 more minutes, I got to the edge of the base, when he said “Please stop. This is where I get off.” I asked him if he would like a drink or some food. “No, thank you. I’m in a bit of a rush” he replied. As he got out, I saw he was looking pale and figured he was exhausted. However, after a few seconds, he was gone. I just drove off without saying a thing. I knew what happened, but was too tired to deal with it.

I was about to turn off to get back to my mom’s house (since I was visiting her) when I heard the radio crackle and in the static, I thought I heard a voice. I couldn’t make it out what it said, but despite the garble, I was able to pick out 3 words. “war”, “South”, and “Lee.” I figured Lee was a reference to Robert E. Lee. Lee had been a great commander for the South during the war. When I heard those words, I thought back to an experience in Gettysburg. I had brought a recorder and asked “Do you hate Robert E. Lee?” I got static that sounded like an angry “YES!” I shook it off and drove back around to re-enter the base to see if it was just interference. However, the radio was fine. When I got close to the exit again, I heard a voice clearly say “Damn the living who mock this war!”

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My great grandmother’s house

I rember nothing but fond memories of my great grandmother , strong willed , loving and got the job done. However, i will not get over her message and what happened on that day.

So when i was ten years old my family recieved a call. I looked at my mother’s face and felt inside me that something was wrong. It was my grandfather. He told my mother that her grandmother , my great grandmother was in a car crash and she had died before the ambulance could arive, time of her death was 3:30 , thats important to remeber.

Skip ahead to four weeks after the call, me, my older brother, my mother and father were at her house as we were tasked to help clean out her house as it was on the market. We were all in the sitting room packing boxes wrapping things in newspaper. That was when my mother looked up at the wall and gasped , tears also streaming down her face. The clock had froze at 3:30! The time the ambulance service had called her death.

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The Children From The Playground

What you’re about to read is my personal account of a series of events that unfolded about 3 months ago. Since then, I have told my story to some relatives and close friends. To my surprise, a few of my friends and family have either heard stories like this before, or even experienced the strange things that happened to me and my wife. Since the original event, I’ve tried to ignore what happened to us and move on with my life. However, as of a few days prior to the time of writing this, I’ve experienced something that tells me this isn’t over. Today I want to share my story with others so that they are aware of what is happening and not ignorant of that fact that there are many of these unexplainable and unspeakable, yet real and prevalent occurrences in our world today. I must also admit, I may have caused all of this to happen to me.
About 3 months ago: My wife, who I will refer to as Sara, and I love running and used to take evening runs almost everyday after work. Our neighborhood has many winding streets, cul de sacs, and small parks spotted throughout. This set up makes it perfect for taking our runs since there isn’t much traffic, and mostly families with children live in the area.

One particular evening started out like any normal night of ours. We started our run along the same route as always. About half-way through our route we run past a playground that’s generally empty due to being built in flood zone, so when it rains it’s either flooded or very wet and dirty. Except this evening I noticed from the distance several people at the playground. As we ran along the sidewalk approaching the playground on our left I saw two children in jackets sitting on a bench close to the sidewalk, and one very tall man (or woman, I could never tell) standing in the playground area and looking down, possibly at a cell phone. What was very strange was that the man was standing extremely still the entire time he was in my view. When we got a little closer I kept staring subtly to the side and noticed the tall man was not holding anything, but his arms were at his side had they were disproportionate looking arms, like very long, almost past his knees. Sara was running a little ahead of me and I caught up with her and asked if she saw what was going on. She agreed that the tall man looked weird and how the children looked strange just sitting silently on the bench. I glanced back one more time and one of the kids was looking in my direction. Now at this point we were farther away, but I swear when I looked at that kid’s face it was slightly lit up by the dim street light, but his eyes, they were completely darkened. I felt a really weird sense of dread and turned around and kept running.

I didn’t want to freak Sara out or make her seem like I was weird for feeling afraid of a child, but I told her what I saw and we chatted a little about the whole strangeness of that situation.Fast forward to later that night. About 10:30 p.m. Sara and I are sitting around in our living room on our phones just winding down before bed. We get a knock on the door. We both start frantically moving around since it caught off guard having been so late and I told her I’d go to the door. I look through the blind of our front window, next to the front door, and see some kid. I told her it looked like a kid and she said I should see what he needs in case he needs help. I crack the door slightly and lean out the front door and staring up at me is this kid with completely blackened eyes and before I could speak he says to me, “He told me to collect you, can I please come in?” It’s so hard to explain, but this feeling of dread once again came to me, and I’m not a very religious person but I felt like something spiritual was affecting me while standing in front of that kid. I told this kid, “I am sorry but we cannot help”. All I got back in response was stare, and then he turned around and walked away. I closed the door and almost felt bad, but this feeling I had was extremely unnerving put me in a terrible mood the rest of the night. What kid gets lost, finds help, and then asks for dinner? At 10:30 at night… As soon as I closed the door I went to the window and peered through the blinds. I saw the child walking away and when I looked a little ahead of him, I saw a tall figure on the opposite side of our street standing in the shadow of a tree. I told Sara about what happened. She was mad at first that I turned away a child at 10:30 p.m. and ignored my claim about his eyes, but then later that night I woke up completely sweating and had the urge to tell Sara to turn on the lights. I don’t know why but I couldn’t move and I needed her to turn on the lights. Freaked out a little, she jumped out and went to turn on the lights. I started to calm down a little and could get up out of bed. She said as she turned on the lights she thought she saw two shadows quickly move past our window. We both stayed up for the rest of the night and she started to believe me that something was going on.

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All of this happened around 13 years ago, when I was a 14 year old girl. I lived with my father in a two bedroom apartment, which had a tiny closet that could fit around 3 teenagers if we sit tightly enough. That closet will be important later on..

I had two best friends, I’ll call them Jenny and Anna because our actual finnish names are a bit hard for foreigners. We had this great idea to try an ouija board after listening to another story from my dad, which had people going crazy after tampering with the board. My dad works as a nurse in a mental asylum, and he always told us stories about his patients.

One night, when he was working an all nighter, we decided it was time to try the board. Me being the artistic one, was assigned to draw the board. I have always been interested in the occult and read a lot, so I thought I knew what I was doing. I did not.

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My Father’s Ghost

I don’t remember the first time my dad told me this story, but I do know that since then, I have believed in the supernatural.
My dad grew up in Texas, he lived in the tiny unheard of town of Crane. He lived with his mom, and slightly older brother in a tiny trailer house. It all started when my dad started hearing footsteps in his house when no one was home. At first he thought it was just his imagination.
But then, he and his brother where outside one day, while their mom was away, and they both heard the footsteps. My dad recalls that they were deliberate, and clearly footsteps.
The creepiest time was when my dad and his mom had just gotten home from the grocery store. It was nighttime. His brother and was the only one home. My dad and his mom began pulling groceries out of the car, and my dad looked up to see a face staring at him through the window of the house. He thought it was his brother, and expected him to come out and help. He never did.
Annoyed but not thinking much of it, my dad carried the groceries to the door. He thought that his brother would at least open the door for him, but he never did. So his mom angrily opened the door and searched the house for my uncle, planning to scold him for his laziness. They found him fast asleep in his bed.
So who was it my dad saw? He says that it was certainly a face he was in the window. He recalls facial features. But no one else was home at the time, and the house was much too small for a human being to hide undetected in for long. My dad and I believe that it was a ghost.

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A Couple Short Paranormal Stories

Hello! My name is Anna and I wanted to tell a couple stories that ether I have experienced or some that my mom has told me.

The first one is by far the creepiest thing that I remember. I lived with.my mom and her then boyfriend in this L shaped house. The house was already creepy as hell for example: Rooms would be really cold, everyone who was there had this creepy feeling of being watched or that something would go wrong in 2 seconds, or seeing things out of the corner of your eye, seeing weird dreams and hearing unnatural noises ect. The usual. But anyway. I was sitting at a table in a hall where I could hear my mom working in the kitchen and see my moms then boyfriend watching ice hockey. I was playing with dinos and next to me were thease two really old chairs, they were painted white and one had a yellow seat and the other a purple seat. I was always creeped out by them. So I was having fun being a 6yo until I heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor. It lasted for like 0.5 seconds but it was enough to get me to start looking for the source. And right as my eyes hit the purple seat chair I froze. It had turned to face straight at me. I jumped out of my seat and ran to my mom wide eyed. I was hyperventilatign. It was terrifying. I know it’s not a long story but yeah… creepy.

The second one is probobly a much shorter one but imma tell it anyway. When I was maybe 3yo I remember always stealing tomatos and cucumbers and munch on them in secret in a closet. My mom would always be mad when she found me. But suddenly I stopped wanting to go into the closet and thats where my memory fades. After a while when I was around 10yo my mom told me this and this freaked me the eff out. Apperadently I stopped going to the closet because I started seeing something. Apperadently it was this human looking thing… a dark shadow I don’t know how the hell to describe it. It had black eyes that you couldn’t make out but even though you couldn’t see the eyes it felt like it was starring into your soul. After I had told the description of this… thing. My mom had called a preast and after that it was.gone but I was still too scared to go into the closet. The scariest thing about this to me was the fact that when she told this description I got a small sorta video clip of sitting in the closet munching on a tomato and lifting my head and seeing this thing stare at me.

The third story im going to tell is from one of my moms friends daughters. Their house is by far the worst of creepy i’ve ever been in. I remember hearing (lets call the daughter Sally) Sallys parents and my mom talking about the house. All I managed to hear from them was: There where footstwp noises constantly, certain room for example the kitchen were cold as all hell, noises of doors in the middle of the night, scratches, screaming, shouting etc. It scared me. But one of Sallys stories scared me so much I never wen’t back to that house. Lets get started. Im going to tell this in Sallys prespective: I woke up in the middle of the night to nothing wich was odd. After adjusting I saw a shadowy figure starring at ne in my closet mirror. I blinked and it was outside of the mirror in my room still staring at me. I blinked once again and it was at the end of my bed. I blinked again and it was on the wall. I blinked one last time and it was right in my face. I blinked and it was gone. Ive never ever slept with the lights off since. We went ahead and burned the mirror with the closet afterwards.

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I used to have these really vivid dreams and there was no explanation for them. Before moving into the house I’m currently in I found myself often not dreaming or having very general dreams with no real meaning.

However my dreams started to have this dark reality. Like I’d dream someone moved my mirror across the room and would wake up and it would be there. For a while I’d convinced myself I had just been sleep walking . And my subconscious was just trying to tell me however one night I went over to my best friends house. And had dreamt knowing y door at home was locked that someone had been in my room with boots on and the boots tracked some mud.knowing full well my door was locked I went home and went inside and proceeded up the stairs. I reached my door and it was locked. But i noticed as I opened the door my feet were in something cold.
As I turned on the lights I saw three muddy footprint trailing through my room.

I left this alone until yesterday. When I had a dream about my brother having someone live in our basement. But he was really screwed up . And would kill things for fun. Like our dogs. And out of curiosity I went into our basement which was weird because we never go downstairs .
Seeing the door to the downstairs closet set me off but what really freaked me out was the footprints in the snow and the lack of family home at the time.

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