To start this off I live in Pakistan and our version of ghosts isn’t exactly spirits we believe they are their own species.
You don’t need to know the layout of the house because the events took place in two places. Now to start this story I used to get scared in my house because I would see a 7 foot tall figure stalk me around the house it wore a shalwar qameez a black face with no features it was barefoot and it’s feet were black too pitch black like the face it would appear for 5 sec than dissappear one event I remember is that once the bathroom door shut on it’s own I was in the room on the side of it so I went to investigate and something started scratching the door from the other side now i am a coward so I noped the hell out of there.
After hearing this my mom set up pages with ayat ul kursi written on them everywhere but the front and backyard and the path connecting them. Ayat ul kursi keeps the ghosts at Bay supposedly. After this the figure went away but the juicy part is yet to come.
This story is from the perspective of my brother he is a very logical person this happened after we set up ayat ul kursi everywhere but the yards and the path connecting them . We slept in the front yard to save electricity so he was sleeping something tapped his head he opened his eyes to see me but it was not me it was my height my clothes but like the tall figure his face was pitch black with no features and my brother also noticed my snoring noises so it could not be me.my brother was sleeping with his body facing down so he had raised his head to see it. it tapped his head again and when it noticed my brother was awake it crouched down and stared at him. My brother closed his eyes now shaken up and scared he eventually went to sleep to it’s growing noises.
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(This happened a couple of weeks ago) It was 9:30 P.M and I was just getting home from hanging out with a friend. When I entered my house I noticed that my Aunt Jackie was visiting with my cousin Alec, I said “Hello” smiled and waved at them as I walked through the living straight to my room. I was tired and wanted to shower. After my shower I was on my laptop at my desk when I got a knock at the door. It was my brother, he asked if I would go out and throw a football or a frisbee around with him and Alec.
It was late and they would only be allowed to go out if I went with them.
I fought my tiredness and agreed to go with them, at this point it was around 10:40P.M. Keep in mind my brother is nine and my cousin is 14 and I am 19, I know it’s a big age gap between my brother and I, but thats how it’s always been. Anyways, back to us throwing the ball around at the park. After a few rounds of tossing the ball back and forth I got bored and I could tell my brother and Alec were too.
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Please note that this is my first story written, so it might not be as good as some others. This story happened in Southern Ontario in Canada. Actually, at the time of writing this, it has only occurred two hours ago. I live in a small suburban home in a pretty nice neighbourhood, nice neighbours, great area.
Over the four years my family lived here, nothing has ever happened here vaguely crime like. The fact that this happened here is…nerve wracking to say the least.
Before I get into the story, I have to explain a couple things about my family and how my house was arranged.
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This happened to me when I was 16 years old. I had just moved to a new area not long before this happened and I was really happy about being able to spend the weekend at my new friend Alicia’s house. She lived in a huge rebuilt old farm house and she had the top floor all to herself, except for the guest room which was where I was going to be staying. This meant that we would have lots of space to goof around without getting yelled at.
We had been hanging out for a couple of hours and were in the middle of watching a movie when I heard what sounded like a door slam from her closet. I jumped and went to go see what had made the noise I had always been rather fearless. Alicia stopped me and said that it was the attic door that was in her closet slamming because of the “mean ghost guy”, and that if I went in there he would start messing with me.
At that point in my life I didn’t really believe in ghosts so I rolled my eyes and opened the closet door brushing off that the handle was colder than I though it should have been. The first thing I noticed was that it was freezing in her closet like in a freezer freezing. Then I noticed door in the left side of her closet was hanging open and a set of wooden steps was leading up on the other side of the door. I decided that the attic being open was why it was cold in the closet and so I closed the door and turned to my friend who now looked terrified.
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This story isn’t creepy, per se, but it did happen in the middle of the day, in a brightly lit shop, right on a main road. So, it’s odd more than anything.
I work for a small business in a little suburb in Sydney, Australia. We’re pretty friendly with all our customer and I can recognise a lot of them by face, if not name.
Just to give you a quick layout: when you walk in, there’s an open area where we set up small displays. On the the immediate left, tucked into a sort of alcove, is a floor to ceiling display, with products stacked on shelves, and then a back to front L-shaped counter, with the bottom of the L making up one ‘wall’ of the alcove. There’s four aisles, and a smoothie/juice bar tucked up the back, which has a view of the counter and the front of the shop.
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When I was still in seventh grade there was this old building called “The manor”.
This place was for kids with mental problems, but really anyone can be put in there. But it closed in 2012 because a worker sexually harassed a bunch of kids there. And years later my close friends at the time chose to break into the school part. Then they invited me to join them. And me not really being afraid of it I agreed. The first few times it was nothing.
Just a old school that had cells in some places and that was it. But then I found a way to get into the dorm room areas.
So my friends and i all went into there. Then it all went to hell. At first I was just with two of my friends. One who I didn’t get along with the greatest, the other I was very close to.
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well to start off, it’s my uncle David’s story, but my family has always had encounters with the paranormal. David is 40, served in the military until he married, then took a civilian job as a cop.
When David started working as a cop in Montana he was given the grave yard shifts. A lot of his job is driving along long roads surrounded by open land. He admits to it being extremely boring at times.
David and his partner where on the night shift when they got a call from someone complaining about a creepy man standing on a hill. It was the middle of winter and with such a low crime rate, my uncle figured it was just a homeless trying to find Shelter from the snow. So in the middle of the night in the freezing cold my uncle and his partner went out to find the homeless man and offer help.
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Of course everyone claiming residence in Arthur’s Wake knows tales associated with the Wicker House. It seems that every small province plays host to some structure of ill repute which, as if by supernatural magnetism, draws rumor of ghosts and bogies, wrapping the timber and stone of its foundation in a shroud of darkness and horror. In Arthur’s Wake, the Wicker House fills this odious task.
Scant days after arriving in town, while taking the time to familiarize myself with the local watering hole and its residents, I became introduced to the well known superstitions surrounding the Wicker House. As a man of science, I knew any truths to be found in these outlandish stories were likely embellished to points unrecognizable. Nothing was first hand; all experiences were from a friend who knew a fellow who may have seen something. It is the provincial mind which transforms wild dogs into wolves that walk like men and interprets astronomical phenomena as harbingers of certain doom. Still, my curiosity sufficiently piqued, I endeavored to better inform myself upon the subject through more objective means. To my great surprise, while failing to confirm the more supernatural claims of the tales, the town records in the basement of the local library did provide aspect to a most sinister reality all their own.
The house was built in 1920 by the millionaire Tomas Wicker who, in addition to being both a successful oil prospector and fishing magnate, was by all accounts completely insane. No one knows what first drew Wicker to Arthur’s Wake. Some speculate this as the first outward sign of his impending madness. What is known was that the foundations of the house which would come to assume his name were poured almost immediately upon his arrival.
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I played the Cabela’s games a lot when I was a kid they surprisingly had a few very good hunting ones. I had a Gamecube back when it had been the popular thing to have and I played it often. The title of the game I have long forgotten over time but what happened I have not.
The level started out at a small hunting cabin with an ATV you could use to get around the level. I had played this level a few times already and had nothing happen out of the ordinary. This one time though as I was going to the mountain on the ATV I saw what looked like leaves in the wind and that does happen in the game at times. What is not normal was the fact it was in the shape of a mountain lion coming at me. I would call this a glitch if I was able to see it again and make it happen and I tried multiple times to make sure it was just a glitch. I get chills when I talk about what happened though and I get a feeling it was not a glitch and I could never make the same thing happen again in the game.
This one time though as I was going to the mountain on the ATV I saw what looked like leaves in the wind and that does happen in the game at times. What is not normal was the fact it was in the shape of a mountain lion coming at me. I would call this a glitch if I was able to see it again and make it happen and I tried multiple times to make sure it was just a glitch. I get chills when I talk about what happened though and I get a feeling it was not a glitch and I could never make the same thing happen again in the game.
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Okay. So this is a bit long and might get boring as I’m a writer, so I add too much detail, buy trust me, it’s worth it. My name is Naja, the German pronunciation is how my name sounds, and I will be typing this up on a mobile device, so sorry for any spelling, grammar, whatever mistakes, as autocorrect is a real bitch.
Anyways, I should mention that these are not all my experiences, and not all of them were dangerous, but still pretty underwear ruining when you’re in the situation. The first experience I’ll talk about was one of my most recent, and it happened just this January.
I was having a sleepover with my good friend, who I’ll call Lori for this story. We have hundreds of sleepovers a month, it seems, as her mom literally has to ground her to keep her from coming over. She is one year older than me, two to three inches taller than me, slightly tanned and has a lot of freckles. She’s a tomboy, like me, but she still has a better fashion sense.
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