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I am the oldest of six kids. One passed away as an infant.
My two younger sisters and one of my younger brothers used to like to push their mattresses together on the floor downstairs on the weekends and watch movies/sleep. My youngest brother still slept in his crib upstairs as he was still to young to roam the house at night as we had two staircases leading to the basement that he could easily fall down.
One evening, as my sisters and brother were about to fall asleep watching a movie, my youngest brother appeared at the bottom of the stairs. It startled them awake and confused them as he should have been in his bedroom sleeping. They asked him what he was doing, he just smiled, then turned around and ran around the corner to the staircase. My sister followed, but when she reached the bottom of the staircase he wasn’t there. It wasn’t possible, the kid had to climb stairs on all fours still and it took him minutes to climb them. Confused, my sister ran upstairs and asked my parents what my little brother was doing downstairs. They checked on him, and he was in bed sleeping.
All three of my brothers and sisters cried hysterically that night because they knew what they saw and it didn’t make sense. They still swear by it today.
About ten years ago (I was 8) I was visiting my dad at his house.
My stepmother was in the kitchen and I was in the family room.
We both saw my father, wearing a red flannel shirt and blue jeans, walk around the corner from the living room and start walking up the stairs. I followed him and called his name as he went up the stairs. He turned back and looked at me, got to the top of the stairs and went around the corner. I called his name again, then from the living room my dad popped his head up over the couch and asked what I wanted. He had been asleep on the couch the entire time, yet both my stepmother and I CLEARLY saw him, wearing the clothes he had on the whole day and all, go from the living room up the stairs.
It was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. Both my stepmother and I still remember it and talk about it to this day.
21 years ago. December, cold and dark outside. At mum and dads. Fell asleep in my old room in the attic, woke up about half 5 with my mum calling me down for dinner.
Went down the stairs, was about to turn left into the kitchen, glanced right, there’s my dad standing in the living room doorway,facing away from me, staring into the room. Something odd about the way he was standing made me pause for a minute and stare. Couldn’t place it somehow, like he was looking at something terrible on the TV.
Turned and went into the kitchen, there’s dad eating his dinner- turned around- no figure in the living room doorway any more. A little shocked, I mention it to mum and dad- dad looks surprised- mum doesn’t. Claims she’s been seeing a male figure around the house for years (not my dad).
18 months later and we’re waiting for the undertakers to set up my brother’s coffin in the living room after his death 2 days before in a motorbike accident. They leave, closing the living room door discreetly and leaving us to it.
We’re all in the kitchen, and dad takes the first step. He walks to the living room door, opens it, but stands there, unable to continue. I’m a few steps behind, and walk past him. As I do so, crapping my pants, I think- where and when did I seen him standing like that before?
We used to live on a farm when I was younger. We didn’t have any animals except a dog and a cat. It was a lovely place and everything, but my mom often said that she felt like someone was watching her when it got dark outside, even though we had never seen anyone outside.
Some years ago our dog died and we got a new one. A german shepherd. It was both for guarding, training and fun. As the dog grew older it started to bark at something in the distance almost every night. It got along with our cat, but came to the conclusion that it was the cat anyways, since it didn’t have to be caged like the dog.
Months went on and my sister got a boyfriend. He used to hang out at our place a lot. One night when he was about to go home he felt like he wasn’t alone. Right before he got to the car door he turned around because he thought he heard something. The moment he turned around he heard footsteps running behind him. He turned around once again and saw someone dressed in all black clothing running faster than ever away from him. He jumped into the car, locked the doors and drove home.
After that we got more aware on what was outside our windows and checked outside if the dog started to bark a lot.
When I was ten, I had a dream about being in a barren playground, brown dirt and monkey bars placed aside from each other. It looked nothing like the playgrounds I saw in my neighborhood. In that dream, I turn my head and in front of me, there’s a girl sitting on a bench telling another girl beside her, “You can’t tell anyone okay?” before whispering in her ear.
I wake up and I’m utterly confused because there’s no plot and the entire dream and background of it is meaningless to me. Two months later, I move to a different country (Japan) and in that new school, I’m at a friend’s birthday party. My Japanese speaking isn’t as good as my listening so I’m just standing in the middle of the school yard, staring at the monkey bars and I can’t help but think they look really familiar.. I turn around just in time to see my friend (the birthday girl) whisper to a friend beside her in Japanese, “Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
Just a bit of background: I go to a small town in Scotland for uni, it’s a pretty old university and a lot of the buildings in the town are made of stone and date back a couple hundred years including mine and my friends’ flats. Her flat is this really old stone building near the sea, but the inside is super dark with high ceilings that never really get lit all the way and it’s always cold (then again, Scotland). The house makes these weird noises at night too, like it’s settling (into hell) and it just feels like someone’s watching you.
Anyway, I was staying at my mates’ a couple of weeks ago after a quiet night in. I was asleep in my friend’s bed before she came home from work and I had this horrible night terror that some girl in a white dress was going to cut off my legs. My mate gets home and I apparently was just saying, “Not my legs, no, not my legs!”. When she asked what I was on about, I sat up and said ‘No, that wasn’t me, just go to sleep, don’t worry’. Which I don’t recall doing and have neeeever done before during a night terror.
But the weirdest part was that as soon as I got back to sleep, her flatmate let out a bloodcurdling scream and said she felt like her bottom half was being cut off and couldn’t move. She said she had the weirdest pain in her legs the whole next day.
Unbeknown to us at the time, our friend had stayed alone in the flat for a week before everyone moved in and said she’d seen a little girl in white at the top of the stairs before she turned the light on. Which is great.
I was 19 and staying at my family’s shop. See, my family owns a magic shop (you know, David Copperfield kinda tricks) and they lived above the store. Now, this wasn’t a regular building. It was, in point of fact, a 200 year old log cabin (well, two cabins put together with a few renovations). But it’s nice and in a hollow in the mountains.
My parents would often go on vacation in January and would leave me alone to care for the store. And, usually, I would just sleep in the guest room for the week. I remember, though, this house always giving me the creeps. I always kept the lights on in the house and always felt like I was not alone. I hated being there at night but still I stayed (too far of a drive to go back and forth all the time and, frankly, I couldn’t afford the gas). But I knew something was odd with this house, it just felt wrong. Almost like I could see things staring back at me from dark rooms.
I would sometimes hear things. Odd creaks or the sound of doors moving
One night, however, I laid down to go to sleep. Like usually, I locked the door to my room (habit) and went to sleep. At about 2:00 in the morning (I checked later), I am woken up by what could only be described as a refrigerator being thrown UP the stairs. I sat up from my bed and the door to my room started getting banged on repeatedly. Like someone was hitting it with both fists over and over and over and over…
I reached for a knife near by bed and stood on the other side of the room, ready to attack anyone who came into the room. It was so violent and, yet, this tiny door with the tiny lock held. Suddenly, it stopped. No more banging, no movement, no nothing…
I stood rooted to the floor for several minutes before I walked towards the door…and shoved a bookcase in front of it. I sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room and watched the door for probably another hour before I fell asleep in that chair, with the knife still in my hand.
The next morning, I checked the house. Doors still locked, no windows unlocked, alarm system still on… there was no one in the house that night except me. It still scares the life from me every time I think about it
When I was about eight or nine my parents when to the grocery store. Being the little shit I was I chose to stay home. Mind you at the time I lived in a house the had woods behind it so it was already pretty scary. They left at around 11in the morning so it was not even close to being night time.
Well I was in my room and decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My house at the time was long so I had to walk to the kitchen at the opposite side. Halfway through I was in the living room when I heard a loud explosion of some kind. There were two windows in my living room so I could clearly see outside. What I saw still frightens me to this day.
The outside was completely black. I’m not talking night time I mean the whole window looked as if someone had painted it black. But there was still light inside. I rushed back to my room where I waited for my parents to come back.
When they arrived I told them if they had heard the explosion or seen the black outside since the store they went to was only a few blocks away from where we lived. They didn’t have the slighted clue as to what I was talking about. That evening I sat all night watching the local news if they would report it but nothing. I still wonder if out was just my imagination but I distinctly remember the darkness of the window so I know it was real.
I posted this on another thread a few weeks ago but it fits here too..
This is a story my gran would tell of something that happened to her when she was younger and happened some time around the mid 60s… first a little background, the city we live in has a LOT of parks, including many of those little fenced in gardens in the middle of squares, the current name is based on gaelic for ‘dear green place’…
Anyway, my gran worked in a theatre and after work would get the last bus home at around midnight then walk a short distance home, past one of these fenced in communal gardens… usually the local police man (this was the days when people knew and were friendly with their local bobby) would meet her off the bus..
One night she was on the bus when some sketchy guy sat next to her and generally was being sketchy, asking her personal questions etc.. she eventually got up and stood by the bus driver, she was a regular on the bus and knew she could get some friendly chat from him to deter mr sketchy.
On getting to her stop she stepped off the bus and her regular escort, the policeman, was nowhere to be seen. To make matters worse mr sketchy jumps up a gets off the bus at the last minute. He walks off in the opposite direction from her, but keeps looking over his shoulder at her as he does so.
The bus pulls away and in the middle of the road is a huge black dog. A bit freaked out by everything she starts of for home at a fast pace.. the dog follows at a distance of about 20 feet, freaking her out even more.
She turns a corner, to the section of her journey that takes her past the fenced in garden. As she approaches the open gate the dog sprints for her.. and stops about 2 feet from where she is. It then starts growling and barking, hackles up, going mental towards the direction of the garden. This understandably is the final straw, she sprints for home and the dog stops it’s barking and runs after but keeping a distance of a few feet the entire time.. its not like it can’t catch her, it easily could but doesn’t seem to want to. When she gets to her building it stops and just watches her go inside. She told my granda the minute she got into their flat and he looks out the window, no dog on the street, nothing.
The next day my grandparents found out that the friendly local cop had died the day before of a heart attack.. and few days later there were reports a young woman had been attacked a few streets away from my grandmother’s route home on that night around 1am.
Tl/dr policeman reincarnated as devil dog saves granny
One night I was asleep in my room when my dog started growling frantically. I opened my eyes to see what was the matter (she never makes noise at night) and saw my bedroom door slowly being pushed open. As soon as it had been opened enough for light from the hallway to spill in through the crack my dog started barking her head off and the door slammed back shut.
My mom came running into my room to see what was the matter and I told her what had happened with my door. She looked absolutely horrified and searched the entire house, all the closets, showers, etc to make sure nobody was in our home. We never found anyone. And it was just me, my mother, and my dog at home that night. Kind of creepy.
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