My uncle has a handful of stories, but I’ll tell one of the better ones. One night over the baby monitor, they heard whispering and what sounded like my cousin’s voice. Strangely though, they heard another voice that sounded like my grandma’s (she passed a year before this). They go into her room and asked her who she was talking to, and she says “I was talking to grandma, she helped me find my doll”. The doll WAS on the floor, but when they checked on her it was in her crib.
Another time (same house) my aunt heard a patter of footsteps and she figured it was my cousin that got out of his crib and had to go to the bathroom. She looked over and he wasn’t there. After a little while she felt what felt like a small child climb up onto the bed and start jumping up and down and not shitting you, she even saw the impressions of feet on the mattress..yeah creepy stuff.
Also, doors are constantly opening and closing by themselves without any wind blowing.
Not my story, but my brother told me a few years ago he woke up in the middle of the night hearing his son crying his eyes out then a low man’s voice saying “shhh be quiet” then silence. He ran in to the room and the baby was asleep and no one else around, creeped me the Fuck out.
YEAH. 5 years ago. THIS http://imgur.com/M8RdYgZ is not my baby. I know the signals can get crossed or whatever but I asked every neighbor and no one within the range of the monitor had a clue. It was just always this fucking baby on both channels. Fucking baby!!!
When my oldest sister was a baby, my mom had just put her down for a nap and went to wash dishes. She had the baby monitor on the counter by the sink. Her then husband was at work so she was home alone. after a while she heard a mans voice coming through, singing a lullaby. No one was in the nursery.
I was just coming home from work and my two sister in laws had been babysitting my 1 year old daughter. They told me they had just laid my daughter down for a nap, then one sat in the living room, and one went to the bathroom. Suddenly the one in the living room heard wispering through the monitor, at the same time the SIL that had been in the bathroom was walking by and heard it from my daughters room. Then my daughter started to freak the hell out, screaming and crying. They of course got her the hell out of there, and i walked in the door.
Now my house was NOT a big house, and my daughter was always adventerous. After that day she would not so much as got within 5 feet of her own doorway. We tried to put her to bed that night and the second we shut the door she screamed and cried again, so we allowed her to sleep in our bed. The next day was the same. Just walking by the doorway to the bathroom freaked her out.
Luckily we were moving a few days later to a new house so we moved her crib into our bedroom and she slept perfectly. She still says she doesn’t want to go back to the ‘old scary house’ to this day, she is 3.
I moved into a new house over the winter. My first actual house I’ve owned on my own, so I was pretty stoked. And we just had our second kid just a week before signing, so we’re excited to get her room remodeled for her. Walls painted, floors redone, making this house ours. Of course we set up a baby monitor first thing, as the children’s rooms are on the opposite side of the house.
At first there were no issues. Baby didn’t enjoy the room during the day, she’d stare at the walls as if she didn’t like the pale purple paint. We painted them a nice orange that weekend. We also got a cat. That’s when things started getting weird.
The cat and the baby now had no problem with the room in the day. Our daughter was too young to do much other than be calm or fuss, but the cat was old enough to be a bit more expressive. All day she’d stare at the southeast corner of the room. At night she’d arch her back and hiss, as if threatened. We’d start hearing faint noises like talking over the monitor at night, but never loud or clear enough to make out.
I’m nothing if not a logical man. That corner had an old dresser that was rescued from an old Army hotel when it closed. Perhaps the cat could sense old smells it didn’t like. There was also the entrance to the crawlspace under that corner on the outside, so a lot of wires entered through there. Both children and small animals are sensitive to electromagnetic radiation. I went under the house and removed about 100 feet of extraneous wiring from Tue previous owner’s satellite TV, and rewired that section of the house to eliminate possible interference and replace old wires with shielded cable. We also moved the dresser. Just in case.
But the noises didn’t stop. They grew more frequent. The cat refused to go in the room during the day. It would sit awake in the crib all night, body between the baby and the rest of the room, eyes locked to that corner, occasionally growling or hissing. We stopped letting our son have his radio on at night, in case we were hearing that. As we met our neighbors we would ask if they had any small children, but none had baby monitors of their own.
We installed an alarm system, and I took to keeping my favorite rifle loaded by the bed. Occasionally the alarm would claim our daughter’s window would open, but no alarm would sound and we’d find it secure when checked. We ran out of explanations. We began letting our daughter sleep with us so she could get better rest.
For lack of a better option, I continued renovation. We finished the bathroom, started on other rooms, but didn’t do any more in the nursery. Out of a morbid curiosity, we left the baby monitor on at night. The noises still happened, but with that room being unused, they sounded almost sad. After a week or so without any use of that room whatsoever, I was lying awake after a long day at work, watching an episode of Bones. Out of nowhere, clear as day, a woman’s voice comes over the monitor and calmly says “It’s okay. I’m leaving now.” The monitor clicked off.
We’ve had no problems since.
I talked to my wife about it, and we recalled one phrase the old owners said during the closing. They had their third kid and the house wasn’t big enough anymore. We had noticed a fair amount of construction material they left behind. “Well we had thought of an addition” she said looking at her husband, “but then there was that thing…” They didn’t make much eye contact after that.
So, I am babysitting for my neighbor and I’m watching over the youngest boy while the rest of the family was at a soccer game. So, I put the kid in his room for a nap and proceeded to go sit on the couch and play on my phone. I keep hearing weird low sounds, like mumbles or whispers from a man with a deep voice, and I realize it’s coming from the baby monitor. I keep listening and I can hear the word “asleep” keep being mentioned from the whispers. I go up to his room and open the door and it is cold as fuck in the room and it got warm a few seconds after I step inside.
When I was 9-10 my parents would sometimes leave me home alone at my constant insistence because I assured them I was old enough and mature enough. Well, this backfired on me badly. My parents were out to dinner one night, and I decided I didn’t want to come because it was friday night and I loved the friday night Nickelodeon shows. While I was watching TV in the basement, I kept hearing this weird noise like a metallic scraping noise, like something metal grinding against wood. Eventually, I decided it wasn’t my imagination and turned the volume up on the monitor that was sitting next to me to hear what was going on in the living room. I heard it there too, except louder, and there were muffled noises that sounded like people talking.
Well, stupid me, I assumed that my parents were home early and they were messing with something on the porch. So I walked upstairs and through the window on the stairway landing, noticed my parents car wasn’t in the driveway, but there was this old beater parked on our street that was running but had the headlights off. This kind of set off alarm bells for me, because I couldn’t understand why someone would turn off their headlights unless they didn’t want to be noticed.
At this point, I started sneaking along, the voices outside were louder now and the scraping noises were still happening, plus there was now a faint banging. I approached the window next to the door and peeked through the blinds.. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest, it definitely wasn’t my parents. There were three guys I’d never seen before, all in their early 20s standing there looking at the door (my dad got a reinforced doorjamb because where he lived when he was younger a guy broke into his house by shoulder barging). I was completely fucking frozen, I forgot to breathe and I had no idea what to do.
Eventually I must’ve made some kind of noise because suddenly one of the guys points his flashlight at the window I was peeking out at them from. As soon as the light hit my eyes I panicked and screamed. I bolted through the house, out the back door, down the stairs and ran for my neighbors house. I was banging on my neighbors backdoor screaming for help when my neighbor Mr. John comes to the door with a gun. He asks me what is going on and I explain whats happening at my house, he has me go inside with his wife and tell her to call the police and takes off hauling ass towards my house with his gun. I sat with his wife and played with their dogs until my parents showed up along with a few police officers in tow.
They never caught the guys who were trying to break in, because as soon as I screamed they hauled ass back to their car and peeled off, but every time I am home alone now I feel a profound sense of unease at random “bumps” in the night.
My house was a two Level building, one monitor upstairs in the kitchen and one in the basement (the basement had a few bedrooms and a rumpus room). One day I was looking for my little sister to see if she wanted to play hotwheels with me (this was about 10 years ago). So I decided to use the upstairs monitor to talk to the downstairs monitor to see if my sister was down there. I pressed the talk button then pressed the listen button to hear for her answer.
All I heard was a young girl singing a soft song quietly. Almost sounded like ring around the Rosie but It wasn’t. Anyways freaked out as you would be I asked my older brother to come downstairs with me. When we get down there all I see is our rocking chair… Rocking. We quickly ran up stairs to find my little sister napping in her room. To this day my brother and I are spooked by it.
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