This is actually my husband’s story. When he was in high school he and some of his friends had a campout at his friend’s aunt and uncle’s house in the country. They did the usual cooking out, putting up a tent, etc.
At some point during the night my husband went for a short walk near a small pond on the property to “take a leak”. As he was doing his business he looked up and saw a man walking around the edge of the pond towards him. He clearly saw this man, who was walking with his head down. He described him as wearing a red flannel shirt, jeans, and work boots. He thought that was very strange that this guy was out walking around a pond in the country in the middle of the night so he “Hey man, what are you doing?” He didn’t get an answer and the guy kept walking past him and was now facing away when suddenly he just wasn’t there anymore.
My husband went and told his friends what happened. The boy whose relatives owned the property was shocked and immediately ran to the house and woke them up. He had my husband describe what he had seen. The boy’s aunt immediately starts to cry. She had been seeing this same guy in the house, sometimes standing at the foot of the bed, and her husband did not believe her. He had been accusing her of insanity and apparently they were at the brink of divorce from this issue. She was so relieved that someone had been able to validate what she had been experiencing.
Me and few friends were playing in the woods about 6 of us around 10 years old. Some how a piss break came up and suddenly we were all pissing on trees. Well out of now where some super sketchy guy appears and asks to join us in pissing on trees. He was so distant and creepy and seemed to creep up from no where. I just screamed and all my buddies screamed and we just ran to where our bikes were, near the road sure enough he was there too and just casually getting back in to a rusty old van. He seemed so emotionless and cool and the epitome of a sketchy scraggily character.
I was home with only two other people in my house, and all the lights were off except for the living room (where we were). The stairway leads into the living room and the dining room, so you can see into the dining room from where we were. The other people in the room were looking at a book, when suddenly I had a weird feeling that I needed to look into the dining room. Looked up, and there’s this silhouette of a very tall, broad person in the doorway, looking into the living room. This was weird because first of all, there’s no light on in there so how am I seeing this pitch black figure? and also second, wtfthere’ssomeoneinmyhouse. This happened over the course of maybe like 8 seconds, me looking up, noticing the thing, staring at it, and then suddenly it turned and abruptly went through the wall. Like it literally just went through the wall. I was so fucking confused. I was a kid then, and one of the other people in the room was my younger sibling, so I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to scare them. Nobody else has seen anything like this in my house, but we’ve all had weird dreams involving a younger girl. Nothing involving anything like what I saw, and it hasn’t happened since. (Which is kind of unfortunate. Pls come back.) The most interesting thing to me is that I wasn’t really scared. It didn’t have a bad vibe to it at all, it just felt like it was observing us. Just seeing what was up. Hmu ghost I’ll chill with you again.
And also once I had a nightmare where at the very end I had been looking into a mirror and saw someone behind me, and then woke up staring straight at a mirror that was in my room in front of me. Yikes. I didn’t die tho.
After my grandmother died, my family performed this ritual (as per tradition). Essentially, you create a shrine for the deceased. For the first 7 days following the death, at 7 p.m., you remain silent for one hour to allow the spirit of the deceased to return and say their goodbyes. During the last day, a glass vase which was right next to the shrine fell and shattered while we were sitting silently in the adjacent room. We were all a little on edge, esp. since the vase had been there for years, seemed secure, and all the windows were closed.
At any rate, after the silent hour had passed we called my aunt who was doing the same ritual at her house. She said that the strangest thing had happened – they were all upstairs in the same room during the silent hour when one the doors downstairs had slammed shut. They checked and the house was closed up (no windows open, exterior doors locked) and they couldn’t figure out what had happened. Also, when they went downstairs all of the doors – except the locked front and garage doors – were still open. They’d had the house for over a decade and nothing like that had happened before.
I’m not saying something supernatural happened that night, but it sure was a creepy coincidence.
When my brother and I were around 4/5 we lived in a house that was about 100yrs old. One day we were walking up the stairs when we saw a tall man in a black coat and top hat walk into the living room which was to the left of the bottom of the stairs. A bit freaked out we thought our dad was pranking us so called out for him. Shit. Both parents came out of the kitchen (opposite side of the stairs and isolated from the living room).
I hadn’t thought about it for a long time and we never spoke about it. Then about a month ago, my daughter asked if I believed in ghosts so I told her the story. Literally seconds later my phone bleeps. It was my brother saying “I was just talking to (partner) about paranormal shit, do you remember the guy in the top hat?.”
My uncle still has no explanation for this one. When he was a student, he shared a flat with a couple of friends. One day they were chillin, having a couple of drinks and intending to make dinner. My uncle got out a glass dish and put it on top of the oven so he could begin preparing food, but got distracted and went back into the living room. Half an hour later he comes back to carry on with dinner.
What he didn’t realise was that the hob had been on the entire time, and the moment he touched the dish it exploded everywhere. Something to do with the temperature change. Pieces of glass had melted the lino floor, were embedded in the walls on the opposite sides of the room, they were even finding bits of it in the hall for several days after. The kitchen was literally like the fuckin chokey from Matilda, but my uncle didn’t have a single scratch on his body.
He was standing right in front of it when it went, and the creepiest part is that there were pieces of glass embedded in the wall directly behind him.
I’ve had other weird things happen, but these two instances came to mind first…
One night two summers ago, I woke up around 2am and was just about to fall asleep again, but didn’t when I saw my brother standing in the doorway of my room (my door was open). He ran towards me at a very high speed and stopped with his face like a foot away from my face. I swatted my arm at his figure and he slowly disappeared right in front of me. It was probably my eyes playing tricks on me, but it was still creepy.
Last winter, I was going to my mom’s house to say good night (I was helping her clean up her house earlier that day because she was going to move… I was at her house, then left to run a couple errands, and then returned to say good night before heading home). I get to her house and walk inside, thinking she was asleep on the couch in the living room.. She wasn’t there. So I decided to go upstairs because maybe she was sleeping up there… nowhere to be found. I was a little weirded out, but then thought she was in the kitchen or the bathroom… I went back downstairs to check things out and when I couldn’t find her, I realized that I was in the house alone. Let me tell you, this house is over 100 years old and there have been creepy things that have happened in there that I can’t explain… Hence why I was scared in the first place.
Man, I was freaking out. I called for my mom to make sure that she wasn’t there and heard a weird cough/choke in the basement. I froze and checked my phone and got a message from my mom’s friend saying that my mom was over with her. I then noped the fuck out of the house and called my boyfriend so I could distract myself while I made sure that all the doors were locked. I was talking to my boyfriend while I walked around the house.
Back door, locked. Front door, locked. Basement door, locked. When I was on the side of the house by one of our windows, something from inside the house slammed against the window, hard. It was such a loud pound that you’d think the window would have broken, but it didn’t. I probably killed my boyfriend’s ear drums with how loud I screamed. I hopped in my truck and got out of there. No one else was in the house with me, so I can’t logically explain what I experienced. Let’s just say that I’m glad that we are not associated with that house anymore… I hope whoever owns it now sees it as a happier place than my family and I ever will.
So, theres this old bridge in my town thats supposedly haunted by a young girl who drowned in the river beneath it. Apparently, if you came at the right time you could hear her scream. When me and my buddies were in high school we had nothing better to do than go ghost hunting. Being from a town of 6000 people in good ol’ southern illinois, half of that being prison inmates and mental health patients, you have to get a bit creative to have any sort of fun.
Anyway, we get to this bridge at about 3 A.M. and we sit there for awhile. Nothing. About 20 minutes go by and were all sceptical. Everyones joking about how dumb this was, or trying to creep eachother out. All of a sudden, Screaming. The most blood curdling, high pitched screaming you’ve ever heard. It wasn’t just one scream either. It never stopped, it kept going even as we were driving away in our cars. But thats not even the worst part.
Me and one of my buddies high tail it back to the cars as soon as we heard the initial scream, because you had to walk a bit downhill to get underneath the bridge. Halfway back, we both go from sprinting to a dead stop at the exact same moment. I never asked him what he saw, because I saw it for myself. It was a girl, running on all fours into the woods.
I dont talk about this much because it gives me chills just thinking about it, and nobody ever takes me seriously. If you knew me in real life, I dont have the ability to lie. Just not there for me. I had always believed in ghosts because i was raised on scary movies and watching ghost adventures or T.A.P.S. In a way, this was one of the best experiences of my life. To experience something like this, its unlike anything else. Just knowing that maybe there IS something after we die is comforting in a way.
Since the incident I in fact HAVE gone back, and actually am planning on going back quite soon with people that have never been. I’ll tell more about my other experiences if theres any interest. Theres some strange things that go on underneath that bridge.
This one happened just a couple of weeks ago to my mom. She has quite a few unexplained things happen to her. In this instance, she was driving down to Los Angeles with my dad (a route they regularly take), and as they passed the cemetery where my mom’s mom is buried she suddenly had a very persistent urge to get off the freeway and pay a visit – something she hasn’t done in ages. She went to her mom’s site, and then just started walking down the hill to where a funeral was taking place (large cemetery, this was pretty far off in the distance). She is never nosy and always believes in respecting grieving families, but she said she just could not stop walking. Incredibly, as she got closer people started gasping and she recognized some folks. Turns out it was the funeral for her mom’s sister. Not a single person in my mom’s family had talked to her in years (they are somewhat estranged) and there was a little bit of finger pointing – nobody wanted to believe that my mom literally happened upon the funeral but that is exactly what took place.
My mom has literally hundreds of examples of weird things happening to her. Another quick story is when she walked up to a random woman – complete stranger, and told her: I am really sorry to say this but I really think you have breast cancer. However, if you get to the doctor soon, you’ll be fine because I see you telling me that you’re okay. Mind you, my mom has very weird ‘feelings’ that she gets frequently, as she calls them. She can’t force them or predict when it will happen, but she is always 100% correct and has learned to trust them despite her uneasiness with where it comes from. The woman looked just fine, no family history and she felt she had no need for mammograms, and my mom has no medical training. The lady kind of brushed her off as a weirdo but decided to get checked just in case. My mom runs into this woman while she is on vacation in Mexico and the same woman runs up to her bursting in tears and thanking her for saving her life. She kept offering my mom to pay her for a psychic reading but my mom just had to keep explaining that she is not a psychic and doesn’t even believe in psychics. My mom has people all around town that she has helped with her intuition, and people tend to think either she is trying to keep her ‘psychic powers’ under wraps or that she dabbles in witch craft. Nobody wants to believe that it is a purely random feeling or voice she gets on occasion where she has something to tell someone. It is always specifically to help someone in need – never for personal gain or random voices or anything like that.
Just one more that comes to mind: when we were younger we went on a trip to mammoth. As we parked in the driveway of the condo we were staying at, my mom said out loud ‘mom, I am sorry but I don’t know what you’re saying to me. Who is hurt?’ She hadn’t even realized she was speaking out loud and my siblings and I proceeded to make fun of her. But whatever she was hearing put her on edge. Fast forward to the next day, my brother is out biking in the mountains when both my mom and my sister looked at each other and we all just ran for the car and headed to the parking lot for the bike path. My mom kept kept saying ‘mom, please look after him’ over and over. We get there and a woman coming toward us instantly says, ‘oh, you’re his family aren’t you.’ Turns out he had a major accident and had been airlifted to the hospital. Mind you, we were far from the bike path, heard no sirens of any sort, and he did not have a cell back then. There was almost no verbal communication between us the whole time. The only thing that led to us finding out so quickly was my grandmother somehow communicating to my mom that something was wrong.
My patient died on the wing I work on. She was terminal but not expected to go immediately. She was going to a facility with hospice, after a fairly long battle with cancer. She was scheduled to go early the next morning, husband had plans on meeting her there – everything was sat up. She was in good spirits, her assessment was fine. Took her medications and said she was going to watch the news then take a nap.
An hour later I go to check on her, I’m quietly checking her IV, making sure her stuff is in reach, move her table and then notice she was gone. Sitting up, holding on to the side rail. She honestly looked like she was sleeping, but no heart beat and no respirations. Most of the time when people expire their mouth drops open and it’s very obvious. With her? Nope. I had to call a co-worker to confirm. I was expecting a wake up, but she was gone.
Attempted to contact her husband who I couldn’t reach and started the paperwork, in addition to attending to my other patients.
Few minutes later, I’m by the central desk and someone asks, “Where were you?” And I told them I was giving medication down the hall. I see two of the other nurses exchange looks, but nurses are weird and since they didn’t elaborate I continue on my nightly duties.
I’m at the very end of the hall doing some patient education and the charge nurses comes and gets me. I assume the husband is calling back, but that wasn’t the case.
Apparently, has I have been caring for my other patients at the opposite end of the ward there have been phone calls coming out of the deceased patients room to the central station. Several of them, no answer, just breathing.
I mean, this has to be a prank right? Phone rings, I look and see the patients room number on caller ID. I walk in the room. Phone is neatly on the bedside table, TV is off, and deceased patient looks like she is napping. I check the bathroom, it’s empty. “I’m going to leave the door open, half-way,” I say as I leave the room.
No more phone calls. But the next hour, alarms go off in empty rooms, call lights come on for patients that can’t move, an important piece of equipment died, and the dementia patient keeps complaining about the other patient that keeps coming into her room (loosely fitting the description of the deceased).
Husband FINALLY comes to the unit, because he knew why I was calling. He spends a few minutes with her and when he comes out of the room he finds me and says, “She told me this morning she didn’t ever want to go to a nursing home.”
Well, I guess she meant it.
After that, everything returned to normal. Well, normal as far as hospitals go.
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