What I am about to tell you is something my father told me a few years back. I still feel shivers down my spine when I think of it and the mental imagery that comes with it doesn’t help at all. This happened to my father, maybe or so, in his middle school years. It involves a series of different paranormal events that quickly escalated in scale over the course of a few days.
It all started one night when my dad was alone in my grandparent’s house and was getting himself ready to head out to a local festivity that the town celebrated every September. As he was finishing up in front of the hallway mirror that connected my grandparent’s bedroom to the living room, he saw a figure looking towards him in the bedroom. My father looked at him, clearly seeing a tall figure wearing a top hat and a nice suit. My father was startled, but not afraid. He recognized the figure as his deceased great uncle, whom he had met when he was a small child. He was staring at my father with a concerned look, rubbing his right hand underneath his chin. After a few minutes, he disappeared and my father went straight out of the house. He did not know what had happened, but he was unaware that things were about to get freakier.
Several days later, my father was eating alone at my grandparent’s home when he suddenly heard the family dog barking. He was barking nonstop to my aunt’s room and, after a few minutes, came rushing to where my dad sat. He tried to calm the frightened dog down, who vigorously kept barking. Immediately, in front of my father’s very own eyes, the entire tray of spoons and forks where thrown into the sink in a violent fashion. My father jumped, but kept his cool. He shrugged it off as it were nothing serious or to be narrowly afraid of. My father is not a very easy man to scare, but if there was something that spooked him was what happened next.
I´m not sure if these are paranormal or not. I´m a skeptic, but I guess some part of me believes in the paranormal.
Almost 10 years ago, I was studying theathre and acting. During this time I lived at the school. We had a whole building to our use. We studied upstairs at an old gym-hall and lived downstairs. Downstairs had a long corridor, our rooms were on the left side of it. On the right was the living room and the costume studio. At the end of the corridor was a door, exiting the building. To the right of the door was the kitchen and to the left was the steps leading upstairs.
Many times you could feel the presence of a large man at the crossroad of the exiting door, the stairs and the kitchen. Sometimes one could see a shadowy figure standing there. Upstairs the musicplayer would start playing itself. Once we were exiting class, when a small ball started rolling towards us, then curving to the right. We tried to replicate the movements of the ball, but could not do it.
There are two specific creepy moments while I was living/studying there. They both happened at the same day. First I was doing the dishes at the kitchen, with my bavk to the room. Suddenly I see at the corner of my eye someone entering the room and feel a presense behind me. I was sure it was my next room neibour so I asked “what is it? I´ll be out of you way in a minute”. No-one answered, so I turned around only to find the room empty. I went to look for her and peeked at the living room connecting to the kitchen. Nothing. Finally I found her at her room, reading. She was nowhere near the kitchen at the time, and non of the others was either (there were 12 of us).
I was 13 at the time of writing this, and still suffer from this.
It all started on my 12th birthday when I decided that my old room, which was a converted office, was too cramped and offered no privacy [as the doors were made of glass and there were more windows than walls].
I wanted to move into my houses basement spare bedroom. Which, surprisingly for a “basement” bedroom, is one of the nicest in the house, and the only one [aside from the master bedroom] to have a television.
Without permission, I set out to move. Which worked! But I soon realized that the spiders had to go. After that, nothing much ever happened for about a year. By this time, I was fully accustomed to this room.
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.
I don’t claim to be a great writer so bare with me. The year was 2015, my wife and I had just moved into a new house, well, it was new to us. It was a 3 bedroom, we stayed locked in the bedroom next to the kitchen, it was cold and we only had a small electric heater, the very reason we stayed in one room all the time.
We were laying in bed one night watching t.v, out of nowhere it sounded like everything in the house was been thrown around. I’m thinking what the hell, after I mustard up some nerve I decided to check it out.
I open my door, slowly step out and proceed to creep down the hallway. Halfway down the hall it suddenly stops. I check every room and everything appears normal. Okay, guess we both are going crazy i thought to myself.
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.
Growing up as a child to whom lost her father to a car accident when she was only a baby, I have always been interested in the paranormal.
Because of this fact, I used to be scared of my shadow and a bit afraid of the dark. I grew up timid and afraid of things that go bump in the night and always had unexplained things happen. As a child I had things happen to me that no child should have to endure. That is another story altogether though. I will jump ahead to my third marriage, and the house we currently live in.
When my husband and I moved into this house, my oldest daughter was 19 years old. She kept telling us that she was hearing noises, things were moving, and her radio would change stations by itself.
To give a bit of the background after my original mentality of being afraid of the dark, in 2001, I went to the police academy and became one of the very few police officers that were female on my force.