I was 5 when my family and I moved into the house that we still live in today.
All of the paranormal happenings started not long after we moved in.
The first few weeks of being in the house were fine, until I started waking up at 3am exactly every morning, I still do to this day, I’m almost 19 now. When I first started waking up at this time, I didn’t think much of it because I was young and didn’t know what the witching hour was.
I would also sleep with my door open at night, and that is when things started to escalate. I started to see a shadow of a man standing in my door way every night.
There was never any details to the man, it was just a large black solid figure that would take up my entire doorway. I never told anyone about it because I just thought it was me being tired and seeing things until one day, I was in our basement and I was an only child at the time so I would spend a lot of time alone, playing and dancing to music down there.
Hello! My name is Becky I am 24 now at the time I was around 3 or 4. I am from a really small town in Virginia We lived on a property my grandparents had bought their was alot of room for everyone to have their own space but on top of the hill was a old house that looked collapsed, when one day I got curious I found that their was newspapers talking about a woman and her baby who had burned in a fire set by the woman’s ex husband on a drunken rage. Their was pieces of their furnature on the property including a crib her fridge and even part of her porch left on the property and it’s still there today. Anyway when I was a child I told my mom I had a baby but she probably couldn’t see her and I would go around holding her and playing with her all the time. My mom assuming most kids have imaginary friends went along with it.
However their was one day I came running through the house screaming and crying asking my mom to hold my baby. She went along pretending to hold her asking me what was wrong. She said I looked at her with the most devistating look saying her mom came up out of the ground and was coming after her baby. And I began piling everything I could pick up in front of the door. Keeping in mind was just a toddler and Not allowed to watch scary movies my mom was genuinely terrified. And just as quick as it started it stopped. A few days later we woke up and their was footprints all over the kitchen my mom then measured and they were way to small to be mine. I think it was a comfort for her terrible anxiety to just make a joke saying I needed to clean up after my baby.
A few years later we had all forgotten about the event until my mom heard me in my room I was about 5 at the time, she said I was whispering into my vent talking to something and when she asked what I was doing I told her my friend was hiding in the heat vent and she wanted to play. This went on for a few more years until again everyone had seemed to have forgotten this again. Occasionally when I was around 16 I would hear things like my wall being scratched way to high up to be a animal. My TV would randomly shut off or change channels. My light cutting off at random. Things like that. One day for no supposed reason I even went into my mom’s room and screamed in the middle of the night then passed out nearly hitting my head on the wall. However when I woke up I had no memory of anything. My mom even heard a woman speak to her one day when she was alone. And my dad heard someone run thru the house when nobody was there. Like I mentioned earlier I’m now 24 and still terrified of this property and still curious to who my friend was, wondering if maybe it was the little girl who passed away in the fire. and maybe I seen her mom that terrifying day too.
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The paranormal has always intrigued me as I’ve grown older; the thought of scary, abnormal beings secretly living in our world is just so cryptic, I love it. However, never did I think that I was going to be a victim of one of these supernatural events.
My name is Thomas and I’m seventeen years old as I’m writing this, turning eighteen in less than a month. This all started nearly eight months ago, in April. I was out late driving with two of my friends, Michael and Darrin, after we had just seen a horror movie at the cinema. By the time the film had ended, it was past midnight and we were simply driving around aimlessly.
After stopping at a Tim Horton’s for a quick snack, we had the idea of sneaking around and exploring some abandoned buildings in the area. All three of us sort of have a knack for that kind of stuff. It was a warm Spring night and the moon was glowing very bright, drumming up the perfect atmosphere for this occasion.
This happened in late October of 2017 in Southern California. After viewing a few forest stories here on YouTube I casually brought up some of the more interesting subjects discussed here with a friend from a gaming group. I knew he worked at the nearby forest but wasn’t sure of his actual job. He asked what I was really after and with some hesitation he agreed to share a few stories with me. I will try and keep things detailed when needed but brief because I was asked not to reveal the specifics of certain things.
I will call this friend Chris, a National Park Service Ranger. After a few face to face chats after gaming sessions and some text conversations on Instagram we met up on a cool Saturday morning by a trail head for a day’s worth of hiking and stories. Chris had brought a pack for me filled with food, water and a sleeping bag. We had previously discussed that I wouldn’t be able to take my phone with me for his fear of recording. I still brought it with me but had it turned off and handed it over to Chris for safe keeping in case of an emergency. I was fine with this in the hopes of hearing some good stories or seeing something unusual. I wasn’t let down.
As he strolled down the trail Chris immediately started into his story telling. Chris was a real no nonsense guy, he cut to the chase. “You know almost all that stuff is connected, right” Chris started. “I had my theories but figured it was something along those lines.” I said as I tried to keep up with him. I wasn’t sure what exactly he was talking about though. We had discussed everything from Bigfoot, UFOs, Strange Disappearances and even the ominous Stairs in the Woods. “Out here in nature, things are different from the city.” Chris said as he looked in my direction. I hadn’t really spent a lot of time outdoors so I had to rely on Chris’ experience here. He spoke again. “There’s a different kind of energy out here that kinda messes with people, ya know. In the city, all that concrete and metal blocks the energy from the earth.” Ok, now I started getting nervous. I had never heard Chris speak like this before. It was strange, it was like he was trying to explain some kind of religion to me.
Note: this happened a few years back so forgive me if I’m a little fuzzy on the details. So, a few ago I was with my mom and my sister. We were driving up to see my grandfather and his wife my “step-grandmother”. We drove for hours up into the wooded northern mountains of Georgia until eventually we reached his house. The house sat on top of a hill and at the bottom of the hill was a small tin barn of sorts that held a four-wheeler. When we arrived we toured the property and saw the woods until dusk. Then we went inside. The house was reasonably large with about six rooms the only ones of which I can remember is the living room, the two bedrooms, and the kitchen/ dining room. The living room was composed of two conjoined rooms which held a table with four chairs, a desk with a computer, and a couch with a small end table which held an old tv. It was about 13 years ago (i read somewhere this number held significance to another encounter) so I was younger at the time so for what I would guess was about an hour or two I played on the computer and colored online coloring pages of Clifford the big red dog. When we were ready to go to bed I had to sleep on the couch in the living room. I layer on the couch and watched “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” When the movie had just finished up and I had just turned it off I looked into the kitchen about 3 yards away From where I was on the couch I could see into the kitchen and back down the hall at the master bedroom door where my grandfather slept. The door to the master bedroom opened. Out walked a black figure. I wasn’t surprised, it was dark and no lights were on, I wasn’t surprised I couldn’t see who I thought was my grandfather. I figured he’d got up for a drink or snack because he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. What was strange was that he seemed to skinny to be my grandfather, my grandfather was no male model, he was about 250 pounds maybe and the person I saw was skinnier, about maybe 160-220 pounds and of moderate build. That was the moment which changed my life forever. As the person I couldn’t discern opened the fridge their darkness wasn’t banished by the fridge light. It was if the fridge light just didn’t shine on it at all. It was as if the light curved around it. The light shone everywhere else but on it, there was light on the wall behind it and on the floor below it. It wasn’t as if it was smoky like I’ve heard about, it was completely solid. Where it stood it left no shadow in the light and from what little I could see of it it had short hair, it was a young man, and was about a quarter of a foot shorter than the fridge. It pulled a whole gallon of milk from the fridge and just chugged it straight from the jug. I didn’t see any milk spill on it and drank for a about five to seven seconds without stopping, then it put the cap back on the milk and put it back. Then it closed the fridge and and disappeared back into the bedroom and shut the door. I had no idea what I had just saw and it frankly scared the crap out of me. We left the next day and I never said a word. My grandfather later moved out of the house although I don’t know if it was due to it or because he simply whanted to be nearer to my mother who was his daughter. I eventually talked to my mother about it years later and she said that she had been their with me on the couch and had seen it. I still know to this day she wasn’t there with me. I remember laying all the way out on that short five foot wide couch. I wonder though if she just didn’t remember or if she was lying. But, if she was lying why? Why would she lie about being there? Why would she just acknowledge the existence of it to a young kid whom she should have said was just dreaming? Why would she say she believed me if she wasn’t even there? I think what I saw that night was a shadow person. I never saw it again.
Hi, so I have a few stories from my collage years living in a dorm. I am Icelandic so I’m 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.
I´m a 21 year old girl from Norway, this happened to me when I was around 13-14 years old.
Me, my mom, my sister and her two daughters went on a road trip to Sweden one summer, we rented a cabin for 2 nights before driving back home. The journey went well and after 13 hours we finally arrived to the resort where the cabin was located. We got the keys for a small wood cabin with 4 beds and a small bathroom. The beds in the cabin was full of doghair, and since both me and my sister are allergic, we had to get a new cabin. We got the keys to a big red house on the middle of the resort. 1 bathroom, kitchen, living room and 2 bedrooms. It was beautiful and I looked forward to stay there for the 2 days and spend time with my family. Me and my mom got the bedroom on the second floor and my sister and her daughters had the room right below us. This is important for the story to know. We went out for shopping and came back with food for a big BBQ, candy and food for breakfast the next day.
It started to get dark outside, so we decided to have the BBQ before it got too dark. My mom and my sister made the food and the kids included me played some games on the lawn while we waited for the food. I got a feeling that I was being watched from the window upstairs. I kept looking up, but I didn’t see anything. My sister eventually joined the game, but every time I looked at her, she was watching the same window as me. I said it was cold outside and I wanted to eat in the kitchen because I was too scared to look up to the window again.
We sat in the kitchen around a table playing cards and listening to music. The girls was dancing around and we had a really good time. I got the feeling that I was being watched again and had to look up the staircase that u could see from the kitchen. It was dark upstairs, so I could not see anything, but I was sure something was up there looking back down at us. My mom commented that she felt something or someone was watching her and I told her I was feeling the same. We all got creeped out and we decided to go to bed.
This story is from when i was about 11-12 years old.
My family lived in a fairly decent neighbor hood, there weren’t very many break-ins or robberies, or any serious crimes like that in the past couple years.
But anyways, I used to ride my bike down a trail near my house, it led to an old abandoned trailer.
A lot of older kids used to go there and break windows and spray paint. You know, those types of things. I guess i wanted to fit in, so i started going back there and messing around. I’d throw rocks at the walls in an attempt to break holes in it. I pretty much busted up most of the walls in the living room area, so i went farther into the trailer.