Even if you’re an avid viewer of horror films, you probably don’t want to experience one in real life. It’s all fun and games when you’re safely seated on your sofa, but it’s a completely different ballgame when you’re legitimately scared for your life. And unfortunately, once you've been in a situation like that, it’s almost impossible to forget that it ever happened.
Reddit users have been sharing the most unsettling and unexplainable experiences they’ve ever had, so we’ve gathered a list of their creepiest stories below. We’ll warn you right now, pandas, that some of these tales might give you the heebie-jeebies. But if you love the thrill of being terrified, we hope you’ll enjoy these chilling stories!
#21
I grew up on the west coast of Ireland, in County Galway. One night when I was around 16 years of age I woke up in the middle of a f****n' gale with rain pelting the windows and wind whistling through the cracks.
Now on this night there was only meself and the mother and the sisters inside in the house as the father was away minding the cattle due to it being calving season. Normally I'd be helping him out, pulling calves out of cow's and the like, but not so on this night.
We had these spotlights to illuminate the outside of the house and one of these spotlights shone directly up into my window and even with the curtains closed it would lighten up the room. The shadows of branches and long blades of grasses would project onto the ceiling and the gale being what it was caused a frantic wildness to characterize this night's shadow play.
I watched the shadows on the ceiling and listened to the wind roar outside for a short while. In fairness though I was busting for a p**s so I sat up to take off me blanket and looked over at the door.
Well f**k. My view of the door was such that I couldn't from my bed see into the hallway unless the door was wholly ajar. The door was only slightly cracked.
But it was open enough to allow the width of a human arm. And there extending into the room was just that.
The arm was pale white and judging by the shape of the hand on the end of it appeared to be female. It had a classic shroud-like sleeve ending a few inches before the wrist. It waved palm side down for about five seconds and then retracted.
Now the gale and the lights and shadows and all that was bearable. Even the arm and hand would've been grand enough, I could've pegged it down to that sleep paralysis craic. But Jesus Christ the way that arm retracted back into the hallway. And the way the door handle moved downwards as the arm retracted and the way the f****n' door slammed after it.
I couldn't f****n' breath. The way the door closed made me sweat like a blind lesbian in a fish market. I began to roar and shout and managed to get me bedside lamp on and covers off and began running around the room, opening the door of the hallway into nothingness, not a soul awake in the f****n' house besides myself and the ghost. I ran at 16 years of age into the mother's room roaring me a**e off about ghosts and she woke up and blearily told me to 'shut the f**k up you'll wake yer sisters'.
Well I calmed the f**k down and slept on the floor in the mother's room that night.
Now that house had been built by my parents. No-one had died in it, nothing else even slightly paranormal happened in that house before or since.
A few weeks later though I was talking to the neighbor, an old alcoholic bachelor who had lived in the area his entire life. I told him about the ghost and his wiry smile got wider and he laughed.
'Well sure isn't that bit of land yer folks built that house on called 'Cnóc na Sí' by the old people of the village. And sure in Irish doesn't that mean 'Hill of the Faeries'.
Now on this night there was only meself and the mother and the sisters inside in the house as the father was away minding the cattle due to it being calving season. Normally I'd be helping him out, pulling calves out of cow's and the like, but not so on this night.
We had these spotlights to illuminate the outside of the house and one of these spotlights shone directly up into my window and even with the curtains closed it would lighten up the room. The shadows of branches and long blades of grasses would project onto the ceiling and the gale being what it was caused a frantic wildness to characterize this night's shadow play.
I watched the shadows on the ceiling and listened to the wind roar outside for a short while. In fairness though I was busting for a p**s so I sat up to take off me blanket and looked over at the door.
Well f**k. My view of the door was such that I couldn't from my bed see into the hallway unless the door was wholly ajar. The door was only slightly cracked.
But it was open enough to allow the width of a human arm. And there extending into the room was just that.
The arm was pale white and judging by the shape of the hand on the end of it appeared to be female. It had a classic shroud-like sleeve ending a few inches before the wrist. It waved palm side down for about five seconds and then retracted.
Now the gale and the lights and shadows and all that was bearable. Even the arm and hand would've been grand enough, I could've pegged it down to that sleep paralysis craic. But Jesus Christ the way that arm retracted back into the hallway. And the way the door handle moved downwards as the arm retracted and the way the f****n' door slammed after it.
I couldn't f****n' breath. The way the door closed made me sweat like a blind lesbian in a fish market. I began to roar and shout and managed to get me bedside lamp on and covers off and began running around the room, opening the door of the hallway into nothingness, not a soul awake in the f****n' house besides myself and the ghost. I ran at 16 years of age into the mother's room roaring me a**e off about ghosts and she woke up and blearily told me to 'shut the f**k up you'll wake yer sisters'.
Well I calmed the f**k down and slept on the floor in the mother's room that night.
Now that house had been built by my parents. No-one had died in it, nothing else even slightly paranormal happened in that house before or since.
A few weeks later though I was talking to the neighbor, an old alcoholic bachelor who had lived in the area his entire life. I told him about the ghost and his wiry smile got wider and he laughed.
'Well sure isn't that bit of land yer folks built that house on called 'Cnóc na Sí' by the old people of the village. And sure in Irish doesn't that mean 'Hill of the Faeries'.
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#22
Well a long time ago, about 7 years now I was in my bed at my barracks and had an unexpected visitor. It was about 11 PM to about 12 am.
I was awoken by a voice indistinct, as in I couldn't make out a coherent word. It was just garbled. I looked up and the sleepy and confused me decided someone was visiting my roommate and decided to bug me. For some reason it's always funny to bother the sleeping guy. I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around my waist upon realizing I was in my underwear. That's when the light hit the figure speaking to me. It was a woman, I couldn't make out a face. She was medium build and with longer hair, again she spoke. I could not register what she was saying I was falling asleep as she spoke so it was merely the sound of her voice waking me back up. (I was often fatigued after work.)
I glanced once again at the woman. I could not bring myself to attempt to talk someone who was clearly just trying to annoy me. I apologized and told her I was just too tired and to talk to me in the morning. I laid back down and nearly instantly was taken back by slumber.
The next day I realized that my roommate was on vacation and had been for a while. In my sleepy state I had forgotten this.
And my door was deadbolted, even if someone had a key I needed to physically let them in. No clue who/what she/it was or what it wanted. I just know something woke me up and it tried to speak to me.
I was awoken by a voice indistinct, as in I couldn't make out a coherent word. It was just garbled. I looked up and the sleepy and confused me decided someone was visiting my roommate and decided to bug me. For some reason it's always funny to bother the sleeping guy. I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around my waist upon realizing I was in my underwear. That's when the light hit the figure speaking to me. It was a woman, I couldn't make out a face. She was medium build and with longer hair, again she spoke. I could not register what she was saying I was falling asleep as she spoke so it was merely the sound of her voice waking me back up. (I was often fatigued after work.)
I glanced once again at the woman. I could not bring myself to attempt to talk someone who was clearly just trying to annoy me. I apologized and told her I was just too tired and to talk to me in the morning. I laid back down and nearly instantly was taken back by slumber.
The next day I realized that my roommate was on vacation and had been for a while. In my sleepy state I had forgotten this.
And my door was deadbolted, even if someone had a key I needed to physically let them in. No clue who/what she/it was or what it wanted. I just know something woke me up and it tried to speak to me.
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#23
I've posted this before on a thread last year.. I apologize for how long it is!
"I'm not sure if I believe in the paranormal. I always try to find some sort of reasonable explanation before freaking myself out. But my new house has had some events happen that are hard to explain. Myself and my 5 other family members moved in a nearly brand new house this past summer in July. The house is only 3 years old and the previous family lived in it for 2 years. Now I'm not sure if this has anything to do with the incidents, but we actually live across the street from a fairly large cemetery. The cemetery is quite new and doesn't really give off any creepy vibes.
The first incident happened about 2 weeks after we all moved in. I was sitting in the living room on the couch reading The Mist while enjoying our new fire place. My sister was in the basement and my parents had gone out grocery shopping. I hear what sounds like a car pulling into our driveway and the garage doors opening. My dog who always comes to the door to greet my parents when they get home comes running out of the bedroom and looks out the front window like she usually does when they get home. I expect them to come in the backdoor any second but I hear nothing. My dog is running back and forth from the front window, to the front door. I finally get up to go and see what's taking them so long and there is no one in the driveway. I figure maybe they are already in the garage so I go and open the garage door and the garage is empty. At this point I'm a little bit freaked out but decide I'm just not used to the house and the noises it makes. My parents get home about 15 minutes later. I mention it to my sister and she tells me that when she was upstairs in the kitchen it sounded like someone had come in the garage yet no one was there again.
The next story involves my Mom. This happened probably a month or so after we moved in. It was the middle of the day in the summer and I was in my room studying for my summer course finals. My Mom was in the kitchen doing dishes. She calls to me from the kitchen and asks if I've just heard anything. I tell her no, I was just sitting in my room quietly. She then tells me that while she doing the dishes she heard a loud male voice, basically right in her ear yell "What are you doing?!" It was so loud that she assumed I must have heard it too. Our house has very high ceilings and everything echos so you can hear noises from across the house. I didn't hear a thing. That story still freaks the both of us out because either the house is haunted, or my Mom is losing her mind.
This next story, and probably the last one I will mention because this post is already getting too long is one that involves me, and has been happening since before Christmas now. I live in a small bedroom on the upper floor of the house. All of the bedrooms have carpet that make a very distinct sound when you walk across them. I usually sleep with ear plugs in because we have a toddler living in the house and I enjoy my sleep. But occasionally when she is away for the evening at my sisters boyfriends house I'll only sleep with one earplug in and lay my other ear on my pillow so I have the freedom to hear when I like.
Starting in the early winter some time before Christmas I am woken up around 4:30 in the morning to what sounds like somebody walking across my carpet at a regular pace. I wake up very easily to sounds so I'm not overly concerned. I immediately assume it is my cat and sit up in bed to see what he is doing. I turn on my cellphone and shine it around my room like a flashlight and I don't see anything. I'm a little scared at this point because I sat up so quickly there was no way my cat could have walked in and out of my room that fast. A few minutes later I hear my cat walking down the hallway and into my room. He was on the other side of the house.
I'm a reasonable person so I try to justify these noises to something to do with my earplug rubbing up on my pillow and making a sound similar to the sound of my carpet. However, the noises have continued on over the months happening every few weeks or so for a couple nights in a row. Whether I have both earplugs in, or no earplugs in. At this point I've only mentioned this happening to my Mom because she believes in paranormal stuff. I'm starting to think that I'm going insane, or beginning to develop schizophrenia or something and am genuinely concerned about the noises I'm hearing at night.
Finally my Mom tells me that my sister who lives in the basement bedroom with her boyfriend has been hearing the same noises at night. Except rather than hearing someone walking across their room, they've described it as someone "crawling" across their floor. When I heard this I didn't sleep for a couple nights. The last time I heard the noise in my room it sounded like there was multiple footsteps running around in my room. I've been sleeping with both earplugs in lately and haven't heard anything for at least a month now."
There's been a few other creepy incidents that have happened as well that aren't really worth mentioning because this post is already so long.
**TL;DR** The house my family and I moved into last summer seems to be haunted. "Ghosts" shouting in my Moms ear, as well as "ghosts" walking and crawling on the carpets at night.
"I'm not sure if I believe in the paranormal. I always try to find some sort of reasonable explanation before freaking myself out. But my new house has had some events happen that are hard to explain. Myself and my 5 other family members moved in a nearly brand new house this past summer in July. The house is only 3 years old and the previous family lived in it for 2 years. Now I'm not sure if this has anything to do with the incidents, but we actually live across the street from a fairly large cemetery. The cemetery is quite new and doesn't really give off any creepy vibes.
The first incident happened about 2 weeks after we all moved in. I was sitting in the living room on the couch reading The Mist while enjoying our new fire place. My sister was in the basement and my parents had gone out grocery shopping. I hear what sounds like a car pulling into our driveway and the garage doors opening. My dog who always comes to the door to greet my parents when they get home comes running out of the bedroom and looks out the front window like she usually does when they get home. I expect them to come in the backdoor any second but I hear nothing. My dog is running back and forth from the front window, to the front door. I finally get up to go and see what's taking them so long and there is no one in the driveway. I figure maybe they are already in the garage so I go and open the garage door and the garage is empty. At this point I'm a little bit freaked out but decide I'm just not used to the house and the noises it makes. My parents get home about 15 minutes later. I mention it to my sister and she tells me that when she was upstairs in the kitchen it sounded like someone had come in the garage yet no one was there again.
The next story involves my Mom. This happened probably a month or so after we moved in. It was the middle of the day in the summer and I was in my room studying for my summer course finals. My Mom was in the kitchen doing dishes. She calls to me from the kitchen and asks if I've just heard anything. I tell her no, I was just sitting in my room quietly. She then tells me that while she doing the dishes she heard a loud male voice, basically right in her ear yell "What are you doing?!" It was so loud that she assumed I must have heard it too. Our house has very high ceilings and everything echos so you can hear noises from across the house. I didn't hear a thing. That story still freaks the both of us out because either the house is haunted, or my Mom is losing her mind.
This next story, and probably the last one I will mention because this post is already getting too long is one that involves me, and has been happening since before Christmas now. I live in a small bedroom on the upper floor of the house. All of the bedrooms have carpet that make a very distinct sound when you walk across them. I usually sleep with ear plugs in because we have a toddler living in the house and I enjoy my sleep. But occasionally when she is away for the evening at my sisters boyfriends house I'll only sleep with one earplug in and lay my other ear on my pillow so I have the freedom to hear when I like.
Starting in the early winter some time before Christmas I am woken up around 4:30 in the morning to what sounds like somebody walking across my carpet at a regular pace. I wake up very easily to sounds so I'm not overly concerned. I immediately assume it is my cat and sit up in bed to see what he is doing. I turn on my cellphone and shine it around my room like a flashlight and I don't see anything. I'm a little scared at this point because I sat up so quickly there was no way my cat could have walked in and out of my room that fast. A few minutes later I hear my cat walking down the hallway and into my room. He was on the other side of the house.
I'm a reasonable person so I try to justify these noises to something to do with my earplug rubbing up on my pillow and making a sound similar to the sound of my carpet. However, the noises have continued on over the months happening every few weeks or so for a couple nights in a row. Whether I have both earplugs in, or no earplugs in. At this point I've only mentioned this happening to my Mom because she believes in paranormal stuff. I'm starting to think that I'm going insane, or beginning to develop schizophrenia or something and am genuinely concerned about the noises I'm hearing at night.
Finally my Mom tells me that my sister who lives in the basement bedroom with her boyfriend has been hearing the same noises at night. Except rather than hearing someone walking across their room, they've described it as someone "crawling" across their floor. When I heard this I didn't sleep for a couple nights. The last time I heard the noise in my room it sounded like there was multiple footsteps running around in my room. I've been sleeping with both earplugs in lately and haven't heard anything for at least a month now."
There's been a few other creepy incidents that have happened as well that aren't really worth mentioning because this post is already so long.
**TL;DR** The house my family and I moved into last summer seems to be haunted. "Ghosts" shouting in my Moms ear, as well as "ghosts" walking and crawling on the carpets at night.
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#24
Every so often, maybe once every two or three months, I get creepy, threatening phone calls from a blocked number. I have been getting these calls for over 5 years now.
I usually get them at night, they only ever say one thing before hanging up, and it is always somebody whispering things in a disjointed sort of way. The best way I can describe how it sounds in text is that I get things like "I... am going to... k**l you." "look... out your window." and the one that unnerved me the most "I can see... you. I can see you, I can see you, I can see you."
It has been going on off and on for years now. I have stopped answering blocked/unknown numbers, but whoever it is just leaves their messages as voicemail.
I'm sure that it is just someone pranking me, and I have never felt like it is a real threat, but the strange thing about it is I honestly have no idea who it could be. None of my friends from back when this started are the type to prank call people with creepy threats, let alone keep it going for years.
I usually get them at night, they only ever say one thing before hanging up, and it is always somebody whispering things in a disjointed sort of way. The best way I can describe how it sounds in text is that I get things like "I... am going to... k**l you." "look... out your window." and the one that unnerved me the most "I can see... you. I can see you, I can see you, I can see you."
It has been going on off and on for years now. I have stopped answering blocked/unknown numbers, but whoever it is just leaves their messages as voicemail.
I'm sure that it is just someone pranking me, and I have never felt like it is a real threat, but the strange thing about it is I honestly have no idea who it could be. None of my friends from back when this started are the type to prank call people with creepy threats, let alone keep it going for years.
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#25
Robert the doll. He lives in Key West. Pretty much just a creepy a*s doll who sometimes moves and messes with people. He now resides in a museum there but he has been known to move, for instance when there was a flood he was later found in the rafters with his own doll. If you take his picture without asking him permission he sometimes will s***w up your camera.
One couple who took his picture on a disposable camera had the pictures developed. They were all pictures of Robert, none of their other pictures got developed.
One couple who took his picture on a disposable camera had the pictures developed. They were all pictures of Robert, none of their other pictures got developed.
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#26
I've posted this before a while back.
Unexplained experience:
One night, I woke up to go pee. Bathroom is pretty close - right next to my room.
After I peed (which doesn't take long), I hopped into my bed and felt a sharp stabbing pain in my side. I looked down and it was a f*****g wire hanger that was unraveled lying on my bed.
I have no idea how it got there - I lived alone at the time.
And why didn't I feel it BEFORE I got up?
This happened like 10 years ago. It still bugs me that I don't know how that wire hanger got there, especially since I use the plastic ones.
Unexplained experience:
One night, I woke up to go pee. Bathroom is pretty close - right next to my room.
After I peed (which doesn't take long), I hopped into my bed and felt a sharp stabbing pain in my side. I looked down and it was a f*****g wire hanger that was unraveled lying on my bed.
I have no idea how it got there - I lived alone at the time.
And why didn't I feel it BEFORE I got up?
This happened like 10 years ago. It still bugs me that I don't know how that wire hanger got there, especially since I use the plastic ones.
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#27
My 4 year old daughter was supposedly asleep when I heard noised coming from her upstairs bedroom. I tried to listen but could not make out what was being said. I approached the room, and she stopped talking. Thinking I alarmed her I went into the room. At the time she was sharing it with her 3 year old sister. I walked in and saw the 4 year old sitting up in bed. I smiled and said is everything o.k.? She said fine, but her sister said they were keeping her up. I asked who? My 4 year old said sorry but that she was talking. When I asked her who she was talking to, my 3 year old sat up and said "the girl in the window, she said you were coming." After I s**t a brick, I asked who the girl was and they both said a girl comes and stands in front of the window at night and talks to them. Not knowing what to say, I said o.k. tucked them in and hung around outside their door. The next day I asked about the girl. they said she came back but was mad! I waited a few days and asked again. My 4 year old said the girl in the window was still mad. I forgot about it for about a week, when my wife said, who are the girls talking to upstairs. Freaked out I ran upstairs and both girls were sitting under the window looking up. They turned and looked at me and asked if I wanted to meet the girl. When they turned around, disappointed, they said the girl left. It has been about 5 years since and I have not heard about the girl in the window since then.
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#28
I accidentally dug up a voodoo Santeria bottle in a park by a tree. It had a pin doll, note, picture and a bloody looking liquid in it.
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#29
I never tell this story because of what I want others to believe about me, and because it truly scares me. In fact, it scares me more than anything else in my life. More than my rational fears, more than any real risk. This is the most terrifying experience of my life.
It was 2008. I was recently married and my wife and I had driven to Vegas from Flagstaff for dinner. After an evening there we were driving back because we had no money for a hotel. I hadn't been drinking, I was of a stable mind. It was late and I was a bit tired but I was young and had some coffee. It after midnight, and lightly snowing. My wife was asleep next to me as I drove, and I was listening to some AM country music. I like drives like that, I just relax and think.
I don't believe in the supernatural. Even when I was a Christian I was never very into the ethereal world, of angels and demons and ghosts. I never felt very "spiritual".
But as I drove along, on this empty road, I though I heard my wife say something. I looked at her, and she was asleep, but I looked through her window and saw something running next to my car.
He was about the height of the truck, maybe a little taller. He ran full speed. He had long dark hair and piercing eyes, and a nose like a muzzle but to a point, like a coyote. He had a beaded shirt, with beads that made a shallow V across his chest. His arms were scrawny and face sunken, and hairy. As he ran, he turned to me and bared his teeth.
I immediately lost all breath from my lungs and was frozen. I gripped the wheel to control the vehicle and turned away from him and looked back. He was losing lateral distance from the vehicle but still keeping pace. I turned back to the road and hit the gas.
I looked over again and he was gone. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw nothing in the road. Nothing ahead. I sat frozen holding the wheel and speeding down the road. I hadn't made a noise, my wife hadn't woken up. I didn't say anything, I didn't stop the rest of the way either.
When I got to flagstaff I woke my wife and we went to bed but I could not sleep. Even as I write this I have a terrible feeling of dread. I've spent tons of time in the desert, in the forest, camping, hiking. I feel fine at night in a cemetery, I have seen flying objects and assumed a logical reason for them. But I have no explanation for what happened that night. I saw that. It happened. Maybe I fell asleep, maybe it was a dream, but I don't personally believe it. That thing was there.
Years later i recounted this story to someone who lived in the area, who is a native. They told me that what I saw was a skinwalker, and it made sense. Right now I'm afraid, a grown man can be drawn close to tears from this. I don't believe in gods, I don't believe in angels or ghosts... But I believe in skinwalkers.
It was 2008. I was recently married and my wife and I had driven to Vegas from Flagstaff for dinner. After an evening there we were driving back because we had no money for a hotel. I hadn't been drinking, I was of a stable mind. It was late and I was a bit tired but I was young and had some coffee. It after midnight, and lightly snowing. My wife was asleep next to me as I drove, and I was listening to some AM country music. I like drives like that, I just relax and think.
I don't believe in the supernatural. Even when I was a Christian I was never very into the ethereal world, of angels and demons and ghosts. I never felt very "spiritual".
But as I drove along, on this empty road, I though I heard my wife say something. I looked at her, and she was asleep, but I looked through her window and saw something running next to my car.
He was about the height of the truck, maybe a little taller. He ran full speed. He had long dark hair and piercing eyes, and a nose like a muzzle but to a point, like a coyote. He had a beaded shirt, with beads that made a shallow V across his chest. His arms were scrawny and face sunken, and hairy. As he ran, he turned to me and bared his teeth.
I immediately lost all breath from my lungs and was frozen. I gripped the wheel to control the vehicle and turned away from him and looked back. He was losing lateral distance from the vehicle but still keeping pace. I turned back to the road and hit the gas.
I looked over again and he was gone. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw nothing in the road. Nothing ahead. I sat frozen holding the wheel and speeding down the road. I hadn't made a noise, my wife hadn't woken up. I didn't say anything, I didn't stop the rest of the way either.
When I got to flagstaff I woke my wife and we went to bed but I could not sleep. Even as I write this I have a terrible feeling of dread. I've spent tons of time in the desert, in the forest, camping, hiking. I feel fine at night in a cemetery, I have seen flying objects and assumed a logical reason for them. But I have no explanation for what happened that night. I saw that. It happened. Maybe I fell asleep, maybe it was a dream, but I don't personally believe it. That thing was there.
Years later i recounted this story to someone who lived in the area, who is a native. They told me that what I saw was a skinwalker, and it made sense. Right now I'm afraid, a grown man can be drawn close to tears from this. I don't believe in gods, I don't believe in angels or ghosts... But I believe in skinwalkers.
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My mother went to a college that was reported to be haunted by a girl who hung herself from the bell tower, and a group of boys who drowned in a nearby lake after their boat capsized. Anyway, the dorm my mom was in had bunk beds, and my mom was on the top bunk. Her roommate was always complaining about my mother shaking the bed while trying to get comfortable (my mom is a big woman). One night, my mom was brushing her teeth in the bathroom when she heard her roomie say, "B, seriously, quit shaking the bed!" My mom walked out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, and said, "I'm in here." Roommates eyes went wide and they both slept on the floor that night.
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#31
Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were d**d. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied.
“You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! the voice assured.
“You were born on September 17, 1827?”
“Yes!”
“The gravestone here says you died on February 19?”
“No I’m alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”
“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”.
“You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! the voice assured.
“You were born on September 17, 1827?”
“Yes!”
“The gravestone here says you died on February 19?”
“No I’m alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”
“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”.
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#32
**For the love of god how has no one mentioned Candle Cove?**
*The following is an archived forum conversation from four or five years ago. Good luck.*
**Candle Cove**
NetNostalgia Forum - Television (local)
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Does anyone remember this kid's show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7, I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don't remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
it seems really familiar to me.....i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cov...wasit about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
YES! Okay I'm not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn't belong on the body. I don't remember what station this was! I don't think it was WTSF though.
*Jaren_2005*
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Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in '71, not '72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news- Let me see what I remember.
It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn't a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don't remember the girl's name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice.
*Skyshale033*
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Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
ha ha i remember now too. :) do you remember this part skyshale: "you have...to go...INSIDE"
*Skyshale033*
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Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That's what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock's face with each pause. YOU HAVE... TO GO... INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful.
You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.
*kevin_hart*
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i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy- i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.
*Jaren_2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
That wasn't the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain's sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye. But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can't believe what they let us watch back then.
*kevin_hart*
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jesus h. christ, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull. christ almighty.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Wasn't his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children's skin??
*mike_painter65*
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yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn't open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said "why does your mouth move like that" and the skin-taker didn't look at the girl but at the camera and said "TO GRIND YOUR SKIN"
*Skyshale033*
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I'm so relieved that other people remember this terrible show! I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming- The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this- I woke up many times from that nightmare- I used to wet the bed when I had
*kevin_hart*
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i don't think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.
*Skyshale033*
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No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.
*kevin_hart*
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maybe i'm manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing
what you described. they just screamed.
*Jaren 2005*
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Oh God. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn't have the courage to turn it back on.
*mike_painter65*
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i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid's show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said "because i used to think it was so strange that you said 'i'm gona go watch candle cove now mom' and then you would tune the tv to static and juts watch d**d air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little pirate show.".
*The following is an archived forum conversation from four or five years ago. Good luck.*
**Candle Cove**
NetNostalgia Forum - Television (local)
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Does anyone remember this kid's show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7, I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don't remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.
*mike_painter65*
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it seems really familiar to me.....i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cov...wasit about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
YES! Okay I'm not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn't belong on the body. I don't remember what station this was! I don't think it was WTSF though.
*Jaren_2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in '71, not '72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news- Let me see what I remember.
It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn't a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don't remember the girl's name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
ha ha i remember now too. :) do you remember this part skyshale: "you have...to go...INSIDE"
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That's what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock's face with each pause. YOU HAVE... TO GO... INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful.
You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy- i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.
*Jaren_2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
That wasn't the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain's sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye. But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can't believe what they let us watch back then.
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
jesus h. christ, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull. christ almighty.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Wasn't his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children's skin??
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn't open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said "why does your mouth move like that" and the skin-taker didn't look at the girl but at the camera and said "TO GRIND YOUR SKIN"
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
I'm so relieved that other people remember this terrible show! I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming- The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this- I woke up many times from that nightmare- I used to wet the bed when I had
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
i don't think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
maybe i'm manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing
what you described. they just screamed.
*Jaren 2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Oh God. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn't have the courage to turn it back on.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid's show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said "because i used to think it was so strange that you said 'i'm gona go watch candle cove now mom' and then you would tune the tv to static and juts watch d**d air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little pirate show.".
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**I did not write this, but its easily the best I've ever read**
There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.
Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.
There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.
Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.
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#34
One time when I was a kid, my friend and I were out adventuring near a big factory in our city, that was surrounded by tons and tons of trees that weren't cared for. My friend wanted to go on the tree grounds to look for lizards and cicadas, and I followed him around. We shuffled through trees and bushes, after a while he said he noticed something inside a gap in a tree, so he picked up a stick to poke at the gap. I was on the other side of the tree. All of a sudden I just heard him yell "super huge spider!" I turned around to face the tree and along came this massive, quick as hell green brownish looking spider the size and morphology just like a facehugger from the Alien movies, that crawled in a spiral downwards the tree.
Having never witnessed anything like that my whole life, I yelped like a little b***h at the sight of it and took off running as fast as I could, my friend right behind me. After a few seconds he said "wait.. let's go back to get a good look at it." But there was no way in hell I'd want to go anywhere near that thing, however after much convincing I agreed go to back but only if we stay the hell away a good distance.
So we found our way back to that tree and that cursed thing is still hanging around there, staying unmoving, not even micro-movements. We tried to get the best look at it as we could while trying to stay at a safe distance. I remember that it had long legs just like the facehugger just minus the tail. One strange thing about it was it had this white and pinkish looking disk of flesh under its body that's wider than the body itself. My friend got a longer stick to poke at the thing and made it move a bit before it move around to the other side of the tree where we can't see it anymore. We would have to get closer to the tree in order to get to the other side of it, and frankly at that point we were both too freaked out to do that so we just booked it out of there. Later on we told our other friends about it and no one believed us.
Having never witnessed anything like that my whole life, I yelped like a little b***h at the sight of it and took off running as fast as I could, my friend right behind me. After a few seconds he said "wait.. let's go back to get a good look at it." But there was no way in hell I'd want to go anywhere near that thing, however after much convincing I agreed go to back but only if we stay the hell away a good distance.
So we found our way back to that tree and that cursed thing is still hanging around there, staying unmoving, not even micro-movements. We tried to get the best look at it as we could while trying to stay at a safe distance. I remember that it had long legs just like the facehugger just minus the tail. One strange thing about it was it had this white and pinkish looking disk of flesh under its body that's wider than the body itself. My friend got a longer stick to poke at the thing and made it move a bit before it move around to the other side of the tree where we can't see it anymore. We would have to get closer to the tree in order to get to the other side of it, and frankly at that point we were both too freaked out to do that so we just booked it out of there. Later on we told our other friends about it and no one believed us.
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#35
The Mary Celeste is a pretty creepy one. So basically this ship is found in the middle of the ocean with the entire crew missing, in seaworthy condition, crew's belongings and cargo untouched, and six months worth of food and water still on board. None of the crew were ever heard from again. All around pretty creepy stuff.
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#36
I used to clean rental (like hotel rooms, kinda) cabins in Grand Teton National Park. We all had our regular sections, but sometimes ended up in other sections. None of the cabins had televisions or telephones. Very spartan.
So 18 year old me walks into a cabin that i had never cleaned before after announcing myself. I walk in and a *stench* assails me, along with sheer terror.
I shrug it off... I'm just being an idiot, I'm sure it's nothing. As I finish cleaning the room (didn't take long, as the people weren't checking out that day, I just did towels, bed, etc) I happened to glance into the mirror hanging in the bedroom...
And I saw myself. And behind me, slightly to my right, *i saw myself* looking all evil.
I noped the f**k outta there and refused to clean that cabin ever again.
So 18 year old me walks into a cabin that i had never cleaned before after announcing myself. I walk in and a *stench* assails me, along with sheer terror.
I shrug it off... I'm just being an idiot, I'm sure it's nothing. As I finish cleaning the room (didn't take long, as the people weren't checking out that day, I just did towels, bed, etc) I happened to glance into the mirror hanging in the bedroom...
And I saw myself. And behind me, slightly to my right, *i saw myself* looking all evil.
I noped the f**k outta there and refused to clean that cabin ever again.
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#37
Happened to a friend of a friend in Lebanon a few years back.
Him and his cousin were out partying heavily one night; went to all sorts of parties, did all sorts of d***s etc. Completely lost their s**t. Proper wild night; the stuff of legend. He was driving, but somehow magically managed to get the car home and pass out in the wee hours.
He wakes up late morning, still half drunk, naked for some reason and shaking from withdrawal. He heads to the kitchen to make a coffee. As he's doing this he keeps thinking how stupid he was and how he can't remember a f*****g thing towards the end of the night. He calls out to his cousin who yells back telling him he's in the garage.
He strolls over to the garage, coffee in hand and shouts 'where the f**k are you' as he approaches the car. As he gets closer he sees scratches and a missing wing mirror on the passengers side, looks thought the open window and there he is, the headless body of his cousin sat in the passenger seat.
His head was found a few miles away near a lamp post. Don't drink, d**g and drive kids.
Him and his cousin were out partying heavily one night; went to all sorts of parties, did all sorts of d***s etc. Completely lost their s**t. Proper wild night; the stuff of legend. He was driving, but somehow magically managed to get the car home and pass out in the wee hours.
He wakes up late morning, still half drunk, naked for some reason and shaking from withdrawal. He heads to the kitchen to make a coffee. As he's doing this he keeps thinking how stupid he was and how he can't remember a f*****g thing towards the end of the night. He calls out to his cousin who yells back telling him he's in the garage.
He strolls over to the garage, coffee in hand and shouts 'where the f**k are you' as he approaches the car. As he gets closer he sees scratches and a missing wing mirror on the passengers side, looks thought the open window and there he is, the headless body of his cousin sat in the passenger seat.
His head was found a few miles away near a lamp post. Don't drink, d**g and drive kids.
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#38
In 1996, my mother received a message on her 2-way pager on her birthday. The message was, "Happy birthday, I love you - Mom". Her mother (my grandmother) died about 8 months earlier.
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#39
My sister lives in Bikaner, India. Their neighbor's relative called her to check on the neighbors as they had not been picking the phone for a day or so. My sister went on to see of everything was alright.
She went in their house as the door was not locked and shrieked when she stepped in a pool of blood. Their servant had poisoned the family and slit the throat of each of the family member before stealing everything from the house. My sister could not sleep for few days after witnessing the most horrible thing in her life :(...
She went in their house as the door was not locked and shrieked when she stepped in a pool of blood. Their servant had poisoned the family and slit the throat of each of the family member before stealing everything from the house. My sister could not sleep for few days after witnessing the most horrible thing in her life :(...
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#40
This apparently happened to my dad.
He told me a couple years ago about this one event that freaked him out. It was around 2002 when we had just moved into a new house, my dad was unpacking while my step-mom was at work and I was at school. My little brother was home sick and sleeping in his bedroom.
So my father is unpacking and found his old polaroid camera and starts playing with it, he decides to sneak into my brothers room to get a cute picture of him sleeping (he was about six at this time and really adorable). He opens the door and sees my brother curled up on the ledge right beside the window, his face turned away from my dad and against the glass. My dad is standing by the door and snaps a picture, quietly closing the door.
As the picture develops my brother suddenly comes out of the bathroom at the other end of the hall, crying because he was sick. My father his astonished and knows there was no way for little brother to get from the bedroom to the bathroom in mere seconds and without being seen. He opens the door quickly to check inside and nothing is there.
The clincher is the picture, after getting my brother settled and back to sleep, my dad takes a look at the photograph. What should have been my brother sleeping with his head turned away became a picture of a little boy facing my father, the lower half of his face blurry and red.
My dad doesn't believe in ghosts, but he was pretty freaked. He showed the picture to my step-mother and her sister. They kept it in a box in their bedroom and apparently used it as a nice conversation piece for a few years until we moved out of the house (one of our basement walls collapsed and it was unsafe to live there). It seems to have been lost in the move.
I never had the pleasure of seeing the picture myself, but loads of my family saw it and they all agree it was creepy. We never experienced anything else abnormal in the house.
He told me a couple years ago about this one event that freaked him out. It was around 2002 when we had just moved into a new house, my dad was unpacking while my step-mom was at work and I was at school. My little brother was home sick and sleeping in his bedroom.
So my father is unpacking and found his old polaroid camera and starts playing with it, he decides to sneak into my brothers room to get a cute picture of him sleeping (he was about six at this time and really adorable). He opens the door and sees my brother curled up on the ledge right beside the window, his face turned away from my dad and against the glass. My dad is standing by the door and snaps a picture, quietly closing the door.
As the picture develops my brother suddenly comes out of the bathroom at the other end of the hall, crying because he was sick. My father his astonished and knows there was no way for little brother to get from the bedroom to the bathroom in mere seconds and without being seen. He opens the door quickly to check inside and nothing is there.
The clincher is the picture, after getting my brother settled and back to sleep, my dad takes a look at the photograph. What should have been my brother sleeping with his head turned away became a picture of a little boy facing my father, the lower half of his face blurry and red.
My dad doesn't believe in ghosts, but he was pretty freaked. He showed the picture to my step-mother and her sister. They kept it in a box in their bedroom and apparently used it as a nice conversation piece for a few years until we moved out of the house (one of our basement walls collapsed and it was unsafe to live there). It seems to have been lost in the move.
I never had the pleasure of seeing the picture myself, but loads of my family saw it and they all agree it was creepy. We never experienced anything else abnormal in the house.
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