Abandoned hospital

I’m a 26 year old female from Saskatchewan, Canada. My story happened about a decade ago, but it has been cemented in my memory. Even though I think of what happened often, I rarely share it with anyone because the people I have shared it with, either don’t believe me or think that I’m exaggerating.

Any ways, being a teenager in a
small prairie town, there wasn’t
many choices for entertainment
besides going to a fast food joint
or getting a coffee. That gets old
very fast and you find other
sources to pass the time. Myself
and a group of friends resorted
to exploring the few abandoned buildings our town has to offer.

The one we most frequented was a 3 story abandoned building with all windows boarded up on the first floor, which actually benefited us because it made people think the building was inaccessible and we would never have to worry about visitors or even police officers. We had a choice of pulling a piece of plywood aside and crawling into the first floor, or climbing up an outside arch to the second story where the windows were broken and safe to climb through. After countless times of our first story entrance being nailed shut, we would always use the second alternative.

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A Sixth Sense?

Story I:
My niece, who I will call Mia which is a nic-name of hers is 15. She’s a very shy, sweet girl. Back in 2007 or 8, she was with my sister and her husband in the car driving. They were taking my brother in law to do some paper work or something for his army reserves duties. The facility is located behind one of the local cemeteries.

On this particular day it was a little rainy and gloomy out why my family enjoyed their drive. As a entered through the cemetery to go to their destination would you lied down a hill a quarter mile, Mia had pointed out the window and said, “Mommy why is that boy crying?” My sister could barely hear her turn the radio down for my niece to repeat herself. Mia asked again. My sister looked all around but saw nobody insight.

She asked my niece who she was referring to. You see the speed limit is only 15 mph through here and having their four year old daughter, I would assume my sister’s husband would obey close to that speed.

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So the story I’m about to tell will take place in Jefferson County, Missouri. Specifically Fenton, High Ridge, and Cedar Hill. Also, the Fenton home they lived in was by Indian Mounds, which were burial grounds for important Indian leaders. My mother, her 3 sisters, and parents never really moved into their own house.

They preferred to build it on their own. One of their first homes was built in a location that was soon turned into just another outlet of stores.

Before all of that, however, My mother (I’ll call her Sally,) her three sisters, (Once more, I’ll call them Summer, Rose, and Roxie) and her parents, lived in a small “apartment”, as they would call it, in the middle of the woods. It was a very calm area, not many lived there and it was just want my grandparent’s wanted. However, while they were building the house, they came across a bone.

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I am still unsure if the story about the girl was true, or if it was told just to scare me, but the events that take place in this story make me lean more so towards the fact that this story could be true.

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I used to live in the countryside in an old 18th century cottage, the overall setting of the place was nice and rural but in the winter is seemed like something straight out of silent hill because it was often foggy and the visibility was poor. It was the middle of December and I took my dog out for a walk down the tracks and roads but I was extra worried because it was dark and I only had a flashlight to see where I was going. I left the house and walked for about 15 minutes down the road, it wasn’t foggy which was good but it still gave me chills.

I had never seen or believed in any paranormal until this experience. As I kept walking I spotted a light almost like a candle just floating in mid air about 10 mitres in front of me, my dog froze in fear and started aggressively barking at whatever it was ahead. I wasn’t to scared at first until I noticed it started inching closer to me, so I decided to walk quickly back to the house looking back every few seconds to make sure the light wasn’t following.

I made it home safely and I couldn’t stop thinking about what the could’ve been or was it just my mind playing tricks. As I went to bed I couldn’t shake the feeling something was looking at me so I flicked the light on and sat staring in to space for a few minutes until I turned the light back off . I led there staring at the wall when all of a sudden a small light shone just outside my window seeing my room is on the bottom floor, I stumbled out of bed at to the window, as I looked my stomach dropped as I saw the same candle light as I did before and all of a sudden in went out and my room was pure darkness. I woke up the next morning to fund my windows open a few inches and from the point on I was paranoid.

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i can see them.

hey. so im a young girl. i have a dad that can see paranormal things. so i decided to share them. so when i was young, we lived in my auntie’s house. my dad claimed that he was in the bathroom and heard me scream. take note, i was young at that time and he and my mum said it WASNT A NORMAL SCREAM. It wasnt a scream a child would do. They also told me that i used to laugh at the corner of our room before, hey, there was nothing there. i also remembered one time that i saw a ghost in my mums office. he was close to being invisible but it was a man. i was scared, but its normal for me now.

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sorry for my English.

I went to this collage in the north of Iceland. Founded in the year 1925 it has a long
history and has most of it’s time been a boarding school of some sort. It has six
buildings, dorms in five of them but only 3-4 of them are used every year.

The first story I have for you from this school is the one that freaks me out the most because I still don’t know the truth about it.

There is a dorm building, called Elfstone, built sometime around or before 1929 that
always had a eerie feeling surrounding it. My first year there, it was closed for students
except for one classroom. Me and my roommate heard of the creepy dorm upstairs in
that building and wanted to check it out. We were on our way somewhere when we saw
the building was open so we grabbed the chance and went inside. We did not take the
course taught in this house so we had never seen inside of it. We quickly found the
staircase leading to the second floor, the ,,creepy” dorm. Walking up the stairs I felt
cold, like there was no heating in the house. The door to the dorm was closed so I
reached out to check if it was locked. It wasn’t.

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They watched at night

I always love going to creepy or spooky places as both part of getting a thrill and testing my mettle. A foolish dare in the state of New York made me regret it.
I was taking a vacation with a few friends and wanted to try something new. After finding out how the gravity hills and crybaby bridges worked, we were disappointed by the natural explanations. I wanted to go to Fort Mifflin and try to catch the Screaming Lady on audio. One of my friends was real set on going to New York and trying to stay all night in an abandoned house. His idea wasn’t smart or legal, but i figured it was better than nothing. When I asked him why bother, he told me that there was a story about a house that was guarded by sentinels. My 3 friends and I listened to him carefully as he spun a yarn about creepy black beings that guarded the house at night. My new friend, who had moved here from Slovakia, told us that there was no reason to mess with sentinels, but my friend’s mind was made up. I wished he had reconsidered when he had the chance.

The next day, I went to the house he had wanted to stay at and looked inside. We saw that the floor was solid, the roof was sturdy, there wasn’t much trash, and it had been untouched by vandalism. I told him the sentinels must’ve spruced it up. I meant it as a joke, but his glare told me to be serious. I went with it and told him that there was probably something about it that made people stay away. He said “It must be ghosts.” I thought it was probably police officers. Despite being psyched, my friend was a bit nervous, so my Slovakian friend, Marcola (Mar-co-la) and I decided to spend the night with him. In all honesty, I was probably more shaken up than he was. At 2 AM, Marcola woke me up and told me to look outside. I peeked outside and saw 4 figures standing silently in the backyard. They had my backs to me, so I don’t know if they were male or female. Marcola dragged me into the bathroom and played what he claimed was audio of the sentinels. It sounded like a combination of someone gargling and a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. When he told me he had a rendition that his mother had drawn of them, I told him that I sure as hell had NO desire to add a face to that sound if it was indeed a sentinel. He looked outside again and froze, then turned to me with his mouth in an “O” of shock. I could tell he was spooked and I looked outside and I can’t believe what I saw.
Before I go on, let me say that it was dark, but there was a full moon and not a lot of trees, so I know what I saw.

There were 2 men and 2 women. That wasn’t weird. The weird thing was that, I could tell from the figures that the men were naked from the waist down, while the women were naked from the waist up. I looked at Marcola, who was just standing there, silent. I slapped him out of his stupor and told him what I saw. He confirmed that he had seen the same thing. I was about to tell him to leave now, when we heard a light tapping on the window in the den, which was right next to the bathroom. I was terrified, and Marcola was whimpering. I was afraid of what would happen if we didn’t leave the bathroom and afraid of what we would SEE if we did! We hid in the tub and continued to hear tapping for almost an hour. Finally, at 3:16, it ended. There was a BANG! sound on the front door, then silence. Marcola and I cautiously peeked out the window and saw nothing. We told my other 2 friends and they called us psycho. The other 2 spent individual nights in the house, alone. Bill came back the next day with a stain on his jeans. We all knew what it was, but refrained from teasing him. Jessica went there, then came back and clung to Marcola. I knew that I had seen something, Marcola had seen something, Bill had experienced something, and Jessica had experienced something. Somehow, my 4th friend, Jeff, had slept through whatever Marcola and I had been involved in.

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My daughter, Grace, is 5 years old. She’s incredibly smart to the point she’s reading, writing and communicating well above her age. She has always been like this. She was my first child and I was no longer with her father by the time she turned 1. We had been on an off since I found out I was expecting, we had broken up at 7 months pregnant and got back together when she was 5 months old. Grace and I lived with her Grandpa, my father, in my Nan’s old house. She had passed away a few years previous, and we always joked that she was still wandering around house, it was almost like a daily routine that at 9am and 4 pm every day there were noises from upstairs of her bedroom door opening and footsteps to and from the bathroom, ending with the eventual closure of her bedroom (now my fathers bedroom) door. My bedroom is opposite his and I could never have the door open in the evening or at night. There was always a growing sense of someone, or something on the landing, watching all the time. But I’ll dedicate another post to that at another time.

I never really thought about it much until I was showing Grace the photos on the fireplace when she was about 7 months old. I showed her a picture of my family and was teaching her people’s names. I showed her a photo of my Father when he graduated the Police Academy, he was standing next to my Nan so I said her name and tried to get Grace to point to where she was in the photo, like she had with the multiple other photos. She looked at me and pointed behind me, to the cupboard under the stairs and said, clear as day, “Nanny.” Seems a bit unimportant, until I tell you that that cupboard is completely empty. Except for my Nan’s Urn. I froze. The temperature dropped and I couldn’t bring myself to turn round and look. I heard what sounded like the door handle squeak and the door creak as it someone were trying to open it. It stopped after about 10 seconds and I immediately heard the footsteps upstairs. We were home alone, my Father works 12 hour shifts in London and his house was in a village about 45 minute train journey away. He wouldn’t have been home for hours. After a few minutes things seemed to go back to normal, I locked us in my bedroom all the same. I never joked lightly about my Nan’s ‘daily routine’ again. I moved out a few weeks later, and my dad sold the house not long after. We don’t spend enough time at his new house to experience anything. I don’t know who she saw, but I know it wasn’t the last time she would see someone who wasn’t physically there.

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A Night At Central High School

A coworker told me this unforgettable story about his time in high school. I’m now writing from his perspective. All names have been changed.

Central High School in Springfield, Missouri is haunted. I know what you’re thinking, every kid says their school is haunted. But my story is different. I saw it. Central was actually the first high school in Springfield, and the original brick building with its tower still stands, but has now expanded with many new wings.

We’d all heard the stories about the steam tunnels that connected the buildings and the supposed hangings, but far more compelling was the story of the deadly principal who would whip troublesome students to death. That would’ve happened long ago when Springfield was a small town and not the queen city of the Ozarks. We had heard the rumors, the stories that were likely exaggerated, but being high schoolers, we knew we had to do one thing: be at the school late at night.

I was the one who came up with the idea that we needed to join the drama class. They were preparing a performance of South Pacific, and as I explained to my group of friends, the way to get in would be to join the class as stagehands, stay to clean after the performance, and then just stay. And that was what we did. Well, only a couple of us actually got on the crew, but after everyone else had left, letting them in was simple.

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