35 People Share Their Most Intense Paranormal Experiences


I used to live in the basement of a house that was split up like a duplex. you always had a feeling of being watched. right outside my front door there was the entrance to the laundry room, i especially hated going in there. It always felt creepy.

One night i was coming home i opened the door from outside to come in. There was a stairway once you came in which lead up to the main floor apartment and the other staircase leading down to my door and the laundry room door. It was winter time so it was somewhat dark around 6 or 7 pm. The light inside my apartment was on and you could see the light coming through from the crack under the door. When i came home this night, i could see the light coming through and i could also see 2 dark shadows, as if someone was standing at my front door. I looked down and yelled hello? but nobody answered, just after that, i saw the feet/legs walk into the laundry room. I flipped the light on in the stairwell and saw nothing. went down to the laundry room and still nobody there. there was no mistaking it though. someone was standing at my front door.


When I was about 15 through 17 I lived in a house in a suburb of Las Vegas that was haunted. The layout of the house was strange and I don’t feel like explaining it, but basically the Master Bedroom is where most of the bad shit happened, and my bedroom was just down the hall and in direct view of the Master. At first it was just the feeling of being watched, hearing noises, seeing things out of the corner of your eye, that sorta thing, and was contained to the loft and bathroom in the MB.

After living there a while it turned into having the feeling of just being surrounded by something evil and nasty on most of the second floor, save for the two smaller bedrooms that my sisters and I slept in. Things continually got worse the longer we lived there and got to the point where we were all just angry and paranoid all of the time. All of the bedroom doors would rattle at night, things would go missing and be found in random places, like the drop light over the stairway, and we’d hear a man’s voice coming from the MB but knew it wasn’t my ex step dad.

Now this is gonna make this whole thing sound fake and cliche, but things got really bad when my mom got cancer. I’m the oldest of a fuckton of kids and had to take over the mom role for a while, and it really fucked high school me up. One day I came home from school with my younger brother and sister and was sitting on the couch in the living room. They were in the kitchen and I was dicking around on my phone, not paying attention, and a man breathed in my ear, hard enough to feel it and move my hair around a bit. At first I thought it was my brother fucking with me, but him and my sister were about 20 feet away and couldn’t have ran to me and back without me noticing. It freaked me out but I figured I’d just imagined it and tried to forget about it.

Shortly after, I was getting my youngest brother ready for bed and giving him a bath in the Master Bathroom, which had a jacuzzi tub that faced the vanity, and the closet was right next to it. As I’m playing with my brother and washing him up, I watch one of his towels slide out of the closet across the floor and stop about midway to the vanity. I promptly grabbed my brother and ran for the fucking hills. I moved out not too shortly after that, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget that fucking house or what happened there. Still gives me nightmares.


When I was in 5th grade, I was sitting in my living room with a neighbor kid, playing video games. We both saw a black shadow in the shape of a person walk down the hallway that lead out of the living room. It was so real looking, we thought someone had broken into the house. We screamed and ran down the street to her house.

I waited until my mom got home and went to tell her what happened. I said someone had broken in. But she said “no it’s okay, it’s mr. brown”. I of course was like what, who’s that.

My mom suffered a massive stroke when she was 30yo and had to be resuscitated several times. And had a very vivid near death experience where her grandparents told her it wasn’t her time and she needed to go back. She said ever since, someone was around her, and she called it mr. brown. She said she would be folding clothes, leave the room and come back and they were all folded. Or that she would be trying to find something and it would show up where it obviously wasn’t before, like it had been set out for her.

I don’t know if I believe all of her stories. But I definitely saw something. It was broad daylight. My friend saw it too. It really happened.


There was a graveyard that had a gravestone that looked like it glowed at a certain angle. This was a popular local thing, it would be common to show up at the graveyard at night and there be a bunch of people there to see it.

One night myself and another friend were there, some sketchy guy (looked homeless) said that the ghost of the girl who was buried at the glowing gravestone had been seen recently. My friend and I both looked at each like “whatever” but we stayed because we had nothing better to do. About 10min a family shows up (husband, wife, 3 kids all under the age of 10ish). They’re standing next to us, we’re all quite waiting for something to happen.

We’re standing about 20ft away from the gravestone and there are no lights around so it’s dark. I then think I see a small shadow figure (blacker than the darkness around us) walking around the gravestone, I don’t say a word to anyone. It then looks like it stopped and knelt down beside the gravestone, as soon as this happens the creepy homeless guy leans over to me and very quietly says “do you see it kneeling down?” At this point I freak out!

Not more than 30 seconds later the mother of the family skips over to the gravestone and starts to skip around it. We’re all in shock, her kids are bawling their eyes out because that are totally creeped out, husband keeps calling her name… she just continues to skip around. She stops, walks over back to where her family is standing like nothing ever happened. She finally sorta snaps out of it and her husband asks what the heck was that all about and she claims she has no recollection of what happened.

At this time myself and my friend are completely freaked out and decided it’s time to get the hell out of there. I definitely saw a shadow, I don’t know what to think about that mother skipping around. I wouldn’t think she would freak her kids out to the point of crying just to “prank” a few people.


My father in laws house is haunted. I found this out one day when I was alone with my husband in the house. The whole family was out of town. We were sitting on the third floor and we heard a little girl coming up the stairs. We assumed it was his stepsisters kid, and that everyone had come home. Well she never came into the room, which was weird because her favorite pastime was annoying us. Husband said “wouldn’t it be creepy if we looked outside and no cars were there?” Well, sure enough- no cars were there.

So now we think there’s someone in the house. He goes and gets his dads gun. Look through the house, no one there. I’m officially freaking out. We went down to the first floor and here’s where shit gets weird. They have one of those alarm systems that announces when someone is opening the door, it’s connected to the whole first floor. So again, there’s clearly no one there. And the alarm starts going off “dining room motion detected. Living room motion detected. Kitchen motion detected.” I said NOPE GET ME OUT.

So he took me to our friends house and he went back over with our friend, just to make sure no one was in there. At this time, my husbands family is back. Husband starts to explain that we hear footsteps, and his stepbrother said “oh was it the little girl?” He hadn’t mentioned that we thought it was a little girl. He goes on to say that he’s seen her before, she’s got long black hair and wears a white dress. Husband tells me this, I said I’m not going back there literally ever.

Naturally I had to. He was moving out (yay!) and we had to help him pack. So I’m in the kitchen and we’re packing up and I get this overwhelming sense of dread come over me. I can’t quite explain that feeling, but then a thought that was not my own came into my head, and it said don’t go upstairs. I told my husband that, he’s like “why?” And I looked down and there is a long black hair on my arm. Everyone in that family is blonde or bald. There’s no way that could have been there.

I hope the family that lives there now is very happy with their ghost friend. I will never go there ever again.


I lived in an old, haunted house in college. Things got so weird that everyone moved out except for me and one roommate. Here’s a few:

  1. I woke up at 3am because my roommates door kept opening and slamming shut. From bed, I yelled for him to stop only to realize I was the only one home that weekend. As soon as I yelled, the slamming stopped, but the hippy beads I had hanging outside my closed door began to sway perfectly, yet violently, against the door frame, for a half hour, while I debated if I should pop out my air condition unit and jump out of the window. I laid in the fetal position in bed til it stopped.

  2. I woke up at 3am, alone again, hearing the nintendo in the back porch playing loudly. I figured a drunk kid came in and started playing. I grabbed a bat and walked towards the back of the house as the music got louder and louder. As soon as I opened the door, it was completely quiet, mind you it was loud enough to wake me up.

  3. I had friends over and told them the house was haunted. No one believe me so I asked the ghost to do anything to prove it was there. As soon as I asked, all the lights in the house began flickering for about a minute straight. This was the middle of the day, everyone witnessed it.

  4. almost everyone who stayed at my house had sleep paralysis at least once in the house.

  5. every time something spooky happened, the house would smell like old lady, flowery, strong perfume.

  6. This house had a door built into the flooring that led to the basement. We always had a rug covering it up so no one knew it was there. Things would constantly go missing in the house, and turning up in the basement. This house had a coal-shoot from when it was heated by coal back in the day. Missing stuff would always be placed on the shoot for us to come and get.

  7. Roommate had some issues, once while playing video games late at night he saw mist kind of hovering from the kitchen then move into the bathroom. The bathroom had a trap door that led to the attic, that’s where we figured the old-lady ghost used to like to hang out.

  8. Roommate was up late, he went to go lock the doors and turn off lights. When he turned his back on the room and walked to the door, someone breathed into his ear “haaa”. He thought it was me, I was sleeping, he turned around, pissed himself, and ran to his room. He was too afraid to come out and turn off lights and TV.

  9. Loud thumps in attic at all hours. For peace of mind, we told ourselves squirrels must’ve gotten in there.

  10. voices would wake us up in the middle of the night. I spent many mornings on the front porch waiting for the sun to come up before I went back in the house.

  11. coincidentally, I had a friend years later that rented from the same landlord (same town, different house) where he and all of his roommates moved out because that house was also haunted. I didn’t think it was too weird, until he was telling me that when all of the weird stuff happened, it was accompanied by old-lady, flowery, stanky perfume. Also, a lot of people had sleep paralysis in that house as well.


We toured some WWI battlegrounds and cemeteries in Flanders Fields this month.

We went to Tyne-Cot Cemetery where almost 12,000 Commonwealth soldiers are buried and looked at the memorial wall with the names of almost 35,000 soldiers who were never found. As we walked upon row after row of nameless headstones I had the weirdest feeling I’ve ever experienced come over me. The air surrounding me was heavy. The hair on the back of my neck and arms were standing up and it felt like my head was making waves through the air as I moved. To be honest it felt like I was surrounded by the the spirits of those who had fallen and was wading through them. It did not feel like they were resting in peace.

I had the same feeling, except it was much more intense, when we walked through the German cemetery at Langemark. When the tour guide said that the small grass square I was standing on was a mass grave containing nearly 25,000 soldiers I jumped as if somebody touched me. I couldn’t get off of it fast enough.

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