My Creepy Ghost encounters

This story may be a little long because it spans the length of about two years. My fiancé and I had fallen on hard financial times, so we moved in with a friend and his dog to cut our costs in half. This house was small two-bedroom house that sat on a large plot of land in the middle of the city of K-falls Oregon. At first, I didn’t notice anything off about the place, but I have been told that I am more sensitive to spirits than others. For the first month everything was quiet. Our roommate worked long 16-hour days at his job, and my fiancé was working full time, while I was going to school. So, this left me alone in the house a lot.
At first, I would hear things moving around the house, like dishes clinging together, or the floors creaking, but I just shook it off as the house settling. One day, we had been living there for about three months I was in the kitchen cooking when I could have sworn I had heard a man’s voice. I stopped what I was doing to look around the house thinking my fiancé, or our roommate had come home early, but I found no one. I looked around outside to see if we had any trespassers on our property and found nothing. I shook off the weirdness and went back to cooking dinner. That night over dinner I told both my fiancé and our roommate what happened. The roommate just laughed. “You met our resident ghost.” He then told me a story. One day he was fixing the heater in the living room, he had taken a picture of it so that he could remember how to put everything back together but instead of seeing the heater in the picture you could see a ghostly image of a man’s face. But that had been his only experience with the ghost. My fiancé then told me a story that his brother had experienced, a couple years back. My soon to be brother in law was walking from the back of the house where the bathroom was and into the kitchen when suddenly, a pan of biscuits flew off the stove top and at him.
It then became a regular occurrence, hearing the man’s voice around the house but only when I was alone. Sometimes I would hear “hello” whispered in my ear and feel like someone was watching me. This went on for about a year. For some reason things began to get worse but again only when I was alone. One day I was taking a shower and I hear this loud crash from the living room. I jumped out of the shower, leaving it still running, I was convinced someone had broken in. I wrapped a towel around me and grabbed the roommates shot gun that he kept loaded just in case. I slowly walked through the house to see the dogs huddled in my room as if scared of something. I continued through the house with the dogs on my heels, but I saw nothing, the doors were still locked, and the windows still closed. There was no mess, nothing had fallen like the dogs had made that noise. I was thoroughly unsettled but I finished my shower, keeping the gun in the bathroom with me. Nothing major happened for a while after that, just the sound of footsteps through out the house. It became more common to hear noises in the bathroom with me while taking a shower, one time even having a shadow of a hand press against the shower curtain. This freaked me out enough that I said out loud. “Knock it off” and the hand disappeared. I opened the shower curtain to see an empty bathroom.
My last and most traumatizing experience with the ghost happened about three moths before we moved out. I was in the kitchen doing the dishes, as usual, I was home alone. I had music playing and I was singing along. You see, in the past I have been a victim of sexual assault and I do not react well to being surprised. So, I am doing the dishes when it feels like a man pressed his front against my back, and two hands slide down around my hips. I freaked out, spun around screaming “Don’t F***ing touch me!” just to see an empty kitchen. After this experience I didn’t hear or feel anything again from the ghost but I was still happy to move out of that house.

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Garage door

This is the story from when my younger sister and I were home alone one day. For some quick background information, we lived in a rural area in New Mexico, just outside a certain small mining town that was named for its silver. Our house sat in the middle of the forest and it wasn’t uncommon to see wildlife there, which will explain my thoughts later on in the story.
At the time I was a 14 year old boy who didn’t like leaving home much, I was, and still am, very much an introvert after all. So, on the day my parents were eager to spend the night at a cabin and enjoy the hotsprings that were about an hour out of town for their anniversary, I made it clear that I’d be staying home instead with my then 12 year old sister. Let me just say that it wasn’t the first time we’d been left alone, after all, we did know how to take care of ourselves by then. Our parents trusted that we wouldn’t do anything stupid and so they packed up and loaded the car happily. We watched them drive away from the front at about 1:00 pm and then continued our day as usual.
It was pretty normal at first, we just confined ourselves to our rooms as usual and entertained ourselves until night came around. I made nice dinner for the two of us then, steak, bread, broccoli, that kind of meal. We were in a great mood, having the house and getting the huge t.v. all to ourselves, it had us excited. We are both massive fans of anime, so we popped in a new dvd that I’d bought to watch on the big screen while we ate dinner. It seemed like the perfect night and we were satisfied.
We sat there for several hours watching our show, it was about 11:00 pm when my sister began to feel uneasy. I told her that she was probably just uncomfortable being home alone without our parents and urged her to just keep watching, but the uneasiness only grew, in her and in myself. It wasn’t long before we heard clicking, not very loud clicking but we did hear it over the t.v. nonetheless. I turned the sound up in response to the annoying sound and we both tried to forget about it. We didn’t last more than half an episode when the sound grew even louder, it was more frantic now and I was irritated. My sister jabbed me in the side and stared at the garage door.
” Someone is trying to break in”
she hissed at me, but I just told her that she was being paranoid, that it was probably just an animal that trapped itself in there and turned the sound up even more. At this point the t.v. was so loud that it would easily be heard from outside, yet the frantic clicking still got louder. Only when the last episode finished and the menu appeared on screen, playing it’s loud title screen music, did I look towards the garage door. The clicking had now become a banging sound and I could see that the handle was turning rapidly. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach and I gazed in absolute horror at the door. I turned the sound down and the noise was incredibly loud, much louder than I initially thought. My sister remarked a quick “told you so” and began to check the other doors to ensure that they were also locked.
I got off the couch and I instantly felt the harsh vibrations on the floor. I was in utter disbelief, the door was moving back and forth and I could hear the metal of the lock clashing against the door frame. The vibrations were so strong they travled several feet in my direction. I remember thinking that whatever was in the garage had to be massive and maybe not even human because there was no way that that door could be so close to breaking like that. It was quite a few inches thick and there were two steel locks on it. I was so scared of what was on the other side. I made the decision to retreat to my bedroom with all four of our cats and my sister in tow.
I locked my door and called my father immediately. He instructed me to do three things,
1.) Get his revolver from his room
2.)Scream that we were calling police
3.) Let the dog outside and lock the door.

I did as told and retrieved the gun from his room. I then faced the door and yelled; this seemed to do worse, the attempt to get in was only made stronger by my announcement. I backed up and ran to grab the dog. We had a very intimidating dog, a large male dogue debordeaux, weighing well over one hundred pounds, If you’ve seen Turner and Hooch, that’s the dog. I let him out and waited for him to do something, anything; but nothing came from it, he stuck to the other side of the front door, shaking and whining in fear. If the enormous dog was scared then so was I!
I let him in and returned to my room. Our parents had called the police but they would be a while. So we sat in silence on the carpet, waiting for our parents or the police. The noises did eventually halt around 1:00 am and our parents arrived home. I passed out after that and when morning came, I felt sick when I learned something. My father had checked the garage over that day, it was empty of anyone, leaving only a wonky lock as evidence; but that’s not the part that terrified me. The thing that made me petrified was that everything was there. There was no missing items, despite the large quantity of expensive tools and foreign artifacts, the culprit took nothing.
Which means, the thing outside was here for us, and that is something I’ll never forget. I’m not sure if it was a massive person or some kind of monster but whatever it was, it wanted to harm us and I have always checked my doors ever since.

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(I remember the first one I sent you And it wasn’t too good so I am doing it again for a more clear story) this was 3 years ago I am 16 now and this happened when I was 13. The story begins in the sun when I was home alone.

It was 9 at night so I got ready to go to bed so I got everything done and went to bed. An hour passed then I woke up to a breeze and I saw the window open so I thought I opened it in my sleep I am known for sleep walking so I shut the window and locked it and went back to bed and I shut my eyes.

After a couple of minutes I woke up to the sound of sliverware being moved around in the cabinet and wondering if I should go check it out or ignore it but curiosity took over and so I grabbed a flashlight and went to the kitchen and check all the cabinets but nothing was moved everything was in it’s place so I brushed it off and went to bed and about an hour later I felt something heavy lay down next to me on the bed and I turned over and saw nothing so I ignored it then it happened again but this time I felt a arm around me and I freaked so I grabbed the arm and jumped out of bed as fast I could and I will never forget what it or she looked like thanks for the bright moonlight through my window it had the physical looks of a girl who was wearing.

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One last Cigarette

I lived in a small town in the northwest of England, U.K. There I lived with my mother and later on my girlfriend, I always had a soft spot for the horror and paranormal genres, I think that through this I learned how to explain things that would otherwise seem strange maybe to someone else.

This story starts when I was a mere child, upon moving into the house due to my parents divorce, I never really liked the new place, the environment was more or less the same. Typical English town side streets filled with terraced houses as far as the eye could see, always filled with a gray cloudy sky. I never quite got the feeling of comfort in this new house being only 6 years old at the time it actually could have been the stress of everything going on in my life at the time, but as I got older and more used to living in the house, that feeling of comfort and the feeling of being watched never seemed to leave.

when I was around twelve or thirteen i remember a typical night in my life at the time, my mum would make sure I was in bed in time for school in the morning and nothing seemed too weird at the time, until I woke up out of nowhere in the middle of the night, as I opened my eyes my room was dark but I could still make out the silhouettes of the furniture around my room. Nothing seemed wrong, that is until I heared a woman scream out in fear so loud I could swear it was directly in front of my, as I almost suffocated myself by wrapping my blanket around my head I paused for a split second only to realise my room was once again silent. I looked around once more and all seemed fine, what I did not notice was the unnaturally cold feeling I could feel behind me through my bed sheets. How I got to sleep that night is still a mystery.

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