My family moved into a new house when I was 11 years old. The previous owners were a family and the mom died of cancer. They sold the house shortly after she passed away.
Growing up, my sister and I always had an uneasy feeling about that house. Strange things would happen but each instance had a plausible explanation, except for this one time when I was 16.
In the middle of the night I was having trouble sleeping. While I was lying there in my bed, the door to my room opened on it’s own. I could hear footsteps come into my room. I couldn’t see anyone but I felt like someone else was in my room. (Ever have someone come up behind you while you’re on the computer? or listening to music and just know they were there without hearing or seeing them? Like that.)
I could hear the footsteps get closer to my bed. Then, right next to me appeared compression on my bed, like an invisible person was sitting there. I could even feel the weight shift. I reached out to touch the compression and all of a sudden a bunch of blue static electricity shot out from the spot I touched.I screamed and ran out of my room, waking up the entire house.
I couldn’t explain what I saw that night. Was almost questioning my own sanity and that’s why I don’t tell this story often. For the record, I was 100% sober at the time. Also, because I could move I don’t think it was sleep paralysis.
The strange thing is that years later my sister ran into the daughter of the previous family. She told my sister that her mom had actually died in the house not at the hospital.
Not camping per se (thankfully no horrors on that front yet, probably because I sleep with earplugs so I don’t scare myself to death), but last summer I took a shot at astrophotography with my dslr and new lens in this tiny, tiny town in Utah. My boyfriend and I drove down from the little ranch lodge we were staying at around midnight when the stars were out and beautiful on a moonless night. The downside was it was dark as hell and we only had our phones to set up the camera and tripod on a random empty driveway in the middle of someone’s alfalfa field.
When you take astrophotography shots you have to do at least 10 or 15 long exposure shots (minimum) then stack them in post-processing. So I get everything set up just past a small rope marking this person’s property off the road (we wouldn’t be there more than 30 minutes and the closest house was probably 500 yards away, so I wasn’t too worried) and start taking photos, each of which is about 15-30 second exposures (aka a long time when you’re in complete darkness in an empty field). My boyfriend comes over to me and mutters, “do you hear that?” I say no, and right about then some cows across the road start mooing like crazy (usually a sign something is messing with the herd).
I said, “hear what?” and my boyfriend just shook his head as if to say “later”. We’re probably 10 shots into what I had hoped would be 30, with long processing on the camera between each exposure that makes the dark and the silence even more pressing. I start to get an overwhelming sense that something is maybe 10 feet away and watching us. The sensation is so strong that I don’t even want to turn my flashlight on because then I might actually see something and scare myself to death. (Plus I’d have to stop photographing.)
So I’m standing there, getting incredibly antsy as the feeling becomes more powerful. I’ve never felt anything like it before or since. It was a sense of immense animosity, of being preyed on from something just past arms’ length. At 15 shots my boyfriend says, “Can we please go?” – and keep in mind this is a 6’5″ strong guy who never backs down from anything. I paused for 5 seconds to reflect on how uncomfortable I felt myself and then skipped breaking down the tripod to basically sprint to the car, stuff the camera on the tripod next to me, and hop in. Boyfriend was even faster. I asked him what he was hearing as we sped back to the lodge and he said, “heavy breathing right next to us the whole time”.
Now, I know it could have been a mountain lion or even a random dog or something, but I’ve never felt so watched in my life, with such a terrible amount of animosity. I didn’t end up with too great of a shot because we didn’t take too many exposures, but I can post it for credibility if anyone wants.
At my Dad’s funeral my sister, my aunt (Dad’s sister), and I all sat around the table discussing various things.
One of the things we talked about was my cousin’s funeral. This was my aunt’s daughter. She died about 12 years prior, she was hit by a drunk driver while on vacation with our grandparents in Myrtle Beach and suffered an internal decapitation. She was DOA. She was 10-11 years old (going into 5th grade). My sister was 8, I was 5. I don’t remember too much about her or the funeral TBH.
My sister told the story about how she and a friend had gone to play at the playground where my cousin had gone to school. While they were playing they saw a little girl hanging out around them but never coming up to them and never saying anything. Both my sister and her friend were freaked out. The girl was wearing jean short overalls, a white flowery tee, and had long brown hair braided into two pig tails.
I chimed in and said that that girl must be really poor and not able to buy new clothes because when I would play there (I went to that elementary) that little girl was there and she would follow me around the playground. My friends all saw her too and they thought it was weird. For some reason, she didn’t weird me out. I just thought she was shy and wanted friends. She was always wearing the exact same outfit my sister described and had long brown hair braided into pigtails.
This is when my aunt, who is now in tears, chimes in. It turns out that my cousin was buried in a brand new pair of blue jean short overalls, a white tee with flowers on it, and with her long brown hair braided into two pigtails.
We never knew what she had been buried in because it was a closed casket funeral (she was really beat up).
My sister and I have no doubt that the girl with both saw on the playground was our cousin.
I used to work in a small office (About 60 people at max capacity) that had a security guard on duty 24/7. One night, I had to stay super duper late by myself because I had to leave early the next day and needed to finish my workload. All of my other co-workers are gone by around 10pm, cleaning crew comes in, and now it’s just me and the security guard. The place is dark but I’m not at all frightened because I’m not scared of most things (the dark, ghosts, etc), the security guard is a really nice dude, and we’re in a safe neighborhood.
The security guards are required to make rounds every couple of hours just to make sure things are fine. Sometimes they say something to us, most times they don’t. Tonight, nice guy security dude stops by my cubicle and asks, “Everything alright?” Big friendly grin on his face per usual. “All good here, thanks!” I go back to work. 20 minutes later, he’s back again. Big grin.
“Yup! Nothing yet!”   20 minutes later.. he’s back. Big grin.
At this point, I am a little creeped out. There is no need for him to come by this frequently… in fact, it’s disruptive. I also noticed that the way he interacts with me is always exactly the same, as if I were in a time loop. Same big grin, same intonation, same rhythm of speech.
Not only that, I noticed that he whistles the same thing at around the same time, so if I turn off the music on my headphones, I can HEAR his whistling coming closer before he asks…
It’s around midnight and I’m totally freaked out. I try to rationalize this with myself because I have to get this work done. I’m rushing through my work and I keep hearing that whistling behind me. Surely, he won’t come back again…
At this point, I’m freaked out because I no longer trust this guy I felt so safe around (I was a young woman in her mid-20’s, security guard’s a dude in his 50’s-ish??). I couldn’t finish everything but I wrote an e-mail to my supervisor saying that the security guard is acting VERY strange and I don’t feel safe. I shut everything down, try to rush to the exit.
I don’t run into the security guard and just as I’m feeling free and clear, I hear “Bye now,” behind me. He’s standing there in the dark hallway, big grin. Just standing there and watching.
I mumble something and fucking sprint to my car.
The next day, I rush to my supervisor to try to explain what happened the night before. In the light of day, it kind of felt like I might’ve overreacted or maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.
Turns out, the dude just disappeared. He’s missing. I’m pretty sure they still haven’t found him to this day. The security guard company just kind of dismissed it as some flaky guy who quit for no reason and no one seemed to be pursuing it much.
He must’ve been suffering some kind of mental health issue or SOMEthing but up until that night, he was just a super nice, trustworthy, reliable security guard that everybody loved. It also felt like some kind of weird paranormal shit because it really felt like something had “taken over” inside of him.
A few years back I was preparing for an overnight camping trip in an area that didn’t have any cell phone service. My mom called me to tell me my grandpa was going in that day for a quick routine surgery and that I should give him a call before I head out of cell service to send him my love and well wishes. I did so, and went off camping without a worry in my heart.
That night I had incredibly vivid dreams that I was at the hospital where my grandpa was, and that things weren’t going well. I was watching my mom panic and worry, as well as my grandma. They discussed whether to “let him go” or not. I saw him on the operating table. I was THERE. I was with him when he died. When I woke up the next morning crying, I told my boyfriend that my grandpa had died and that my mom is probably trying to get a hold of me. He reassured me that it was just a bad dream brought on by the worry of someone I love being in the hospital, but I knew. I just felt it.
So we drove to the nearest town and I called my mom. She answered in tears and told me that my grandpa had indeed died from unforeseen complications. I told her about my dream and she was shocked. The scenes and conversations I described were exactly what happened in the hospital. I described what the hospital looked like (I had never been there as I lived in a different province) and sure enough my mom confirmed my descriptions.
I have never before or never since experienced anything like this, or anything paranormal whatsoever. I know though, that I was with my grandpa in his final moments, in that hospital.
A disembodied voice may have saved my sister’s life.
When I was about 12 my family lived in my great-grandmother’s house. She had died in that house before my sister and I were born, but we knew that it was her home we were staying in.
I’m sitting in the front room as my sister walks toward the front door, and she suddenly stops and turns to me. “What did you say?” she asked. I hadn’t said anything, I was sitting quietly with headphones on. We’re looking at each other confused and suddenly a car spins out in the street in front of our house. The driver regains control and takes off at high speed again. My sister was about to walk to her friend’s house and might’ve crossed paths with that car if she had left the house.
We’re both startled and my sister tells me that a stern voice that sounded like Mom told her to “SHUT THAT DOOR.” Mom was in her bedroom but when we asked her she hadn’t said anything or left her room.
Somewhat related: My sister had talked about dreams she had where she would come home and speak to a old woman. One day my mom finds an old photo album and my sister instantly recognizes a picture of the old woman from her dreams. It was our great-grandmother whose home we were staying in.
From what I’ve learned over the years, things like this are common for the women in my family. Not really creepy, just a bit odd.
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