I recently submitted a story about being held at gunpoint when i was fifteen. This story is about the same house. The house was built in 1926 in Raleigh NC. I lived there with my mom and brother and we all thought it was haunted because of strange experiences we were each having. For me i was obsessed with the bathroom across from my room. On many occasions i would go to the downstairs bathroom just to avoid using this one. I told my mom on a regular basis that it should be locked when not being used, we had skeleton keys for all the doors in the house. She didn’t understand it but didn’t argue with me either. She later reminded me of my obsession after the home invasion experience. I personally didn’t connect the two at first but every time i took a shower in that bathroom i felt like i was being watched by a man standing just behind a wall beside the bathroom, i thought it must have been a ghost. The guy who broke into home was standing in a closet in the hallway before he approached me. It was the same spot where i pictured the ghost. So now i’m thinking it might not be a ghost but some sort of premonition i was having. I experienced this intense uncomfortable feelings over sixth months before the incident. I’m not ruling out it being a ghost because we had multiple other paranormal experiences in that house. I know it sounds crazy but i’m curious what other people think about this or if anyone has experienced anything similar.
My name is Marcus and i’m from Gothenburg, Sweden and my girlfriend Alexandra as well. This about our jorney and paranormal experince in one of Swedens most haunted house.
A little backround about the house, it’s called Frammegården and it was built under the 1700 and has been open for the public since the 1960.
It has a really dark story behind itself, in the 1600 the legend says it was a place where they sacrificed witches during the witchunt at that time.
Ghost and the paranormal have never been something unusual in my life. My earliest memories are of my maternal grandfather putting me in his lap and singing to me. And if me or my older brother had had a nightmare, he would comfort us and tuck us in again. The thing is though, we were born in 79 and 82 and my maternal grandfather passed away in 1969. Because of this, I was never really worried about the benevolent spirit living in our basement bedroom.
When I was 16 I met a woman who would later become my wife. She too had been surrounded by paranormal happenings her entire life and she instantly recognized the spirit in the basement as a child ghost. We fondly named it Charlie, since we didn’t know the gender of said ghost. Charlie was a very mischievous spirit who liked to pull off blankets, open up cabinets, spread candy all over the floor and pull out comic books from my drawer.
When I was 20 I got my first real job and I moved to my own apartment. It was a one room with a hob. So it was very tiny, especially for one person and two cats. But it was still homey, mostly because I quickly noticed that Charlie had moved with me.
This story is from the prospective of my aunt.My aunt still lives till this day in the house where many people have experienced their nightmares.When she first moved into the house she had a sensation that something was wrong.The first event she experienced was when she was praying one night and as soon as she finished she felt as if someone or something was choking her.At the same time a pen flew across the room. She was panicked as soon as it was over ,but she couldn’t do anything about that was the only place they had to live.
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.
The story I’m about to tell happened in a small village, on the Russian border. I was about 7 or 8 years old when my family moved to a house that was built by the previous owners. By the time we moved in, the house was about 70 years old or so. The house had a main floor, an attic and a basement, where the sauna was. I always hated going in the basement alone and didn’t enjoy going to the attic either.
I will start with my mom’s experience. I was 16 and we had already moved out of the old house when she told me about this. She said that she never felt welcome in the house, and she was slightly afraid every time she was inside alone.
One day, when she went to get something from the attic, she heard a box fall off onto the floor on its own. This obviously scared her, especially since she knew she was alone in the attic. The attic had 2 windows and only one light bulb, leaving a greater half of it completely dark at night and during the winter. Due to the darkness she couldn’t see which box fell down, or why it did that. I’m kind of happy she didn’t tell me this before we moved out, even though I was super interested in paranormal things as a child, and still am.
What I am about to share with you are a few paranormal occurrences that happened to me growing up in my childhood home.
I have told very few people about this, but it has been weighing on me for years.
I am 27 years old now, and these things had happened to me from the ages of 5 to 18, 18 being the age when I moved out of my mother’s house and into my first apartment.
Let me start off by saying that I am a very rational person. I work as an internal auditor for a major corporation in my area, and am a mother of an 8 year old boy and two dogs, so my personality is more serious than fanciful, but I have NEVER denied the existence of the paranormal.
This experience happened about a week ago, and it is my first paranormal experience.
This happened in my house, which is kind of creepy, because nothing paranormal has ever happened in my house. I always had an interest in the paranormal, but I never thought something like this would happen to me. So, about a week ago I was taking a shower in the bathroom, and I heard a knock. I yelled at the door “whose there?”. No response. I tried again.
No response, just a door flies open, which scares the absolute hell out of me. I was terrified, and this was really scary for me. I turned around since I was naked, but there was nothing there. I shut off the shower right away and put a towel on. But, what happened after that was even scarier.
The shower turned on by itself, and I hurried up to put my clothes on, since my friend was spending the night. I wanted to tell him all about it, which I did, but he didn’t believe me. I told him to take a shower for himself after that. He did, but something even worse happened to him. He got pulled back and hit his head on the shower wall.
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.
Hello, my name is Mark and one of my true paranormal stories was read on one of your videos, but I decided to share another one. As some people know from that other video, I am male and a senior in high school.
Before I start, I would like to apologize as this will be a VERY VERY long story… These stories that I am going to share is from when I lived in this haunted house for a whole year by myself as a freshmen in high school. Due to some complicated family circumstances, my parents didn’t want to see me for a while as they have actually done something like this in the past. They put me in this house that was given to us by a really good friend. Actually, it was right next door so it wasn’t too bad at all.
There were many things that happened in this house, but I want to share 2 stories. Keep in mind, everything is important in a way.