Our lives are made up of all kinds of experiences—some wonderful, some difficult, some completely forgettable, and others so strange that we keep thinking about them long after they happen. Maybe it was an unsettling coincidence, a bizarre encounter, or one of those moments that made you stop and think, “Wait… what was that?”
Today, we scoured the internet to find exactly those kinds of stories. This collection brings together some of the creepiest, strangest, and most unexplained experiences people have ever encountered. Keep scrolling, Pandas—but consider yourself warned: some of them are so creepy, they might stay on your mind long after you finish reading.
#1
More on the weird side… but one day i was feeling on the side of my face (right by my ear) and i thought I felt a bump, that was like deep into the skin. I had felt something sharp and i thought um this doesn’t seem right, so I went to push onto said “bump” and after a while I felt something pierce out… and noticed it was a small needle. I don’t know how it got there, somebody asked if i did acupuncture, but i never had that done before. To this day it still creeps me out knowing I had a small needle on the side of my face and who knows how long it was there for.
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#2
In college i had a roommate that left on a trip and was supposed to be back one evening. The night he was supposed to return I had a dream that he came back to the room soaking wet saying he was in a car accident. The next morning I woke up and he wasnt there and I just assumed his flight was delayed and I went to class. After I finished class the dean of students was waiting for me outside of the classroom and asked me to come to his office where I found our other roommate. The dean told us that the plane our roomate was on had crashed into a lake and he was gone.
16points
#3
Not creepy but still weird - my husband and I both dreamed about giant potatoes on the same night 🤷♀️.
15points
“There’s a ghost!” Whether or not you believe in ghosts or anything supernatural, hearing those words in a dark alley, an empty house, or even a creepy-looking hallway can probably make you look over your shoulder at least once. We may laugh at ghost stories in the daytime, but put us somewhere dark and unfamiliar, and suddenly every creak, shadow, and unexplained noise starts to feel a little more suspicious. And while supernatural stories are often associated with horror movies, they are also deeply woven into cultures around the world. Almost every society has its own stories about ghosts, spirits, mysterious creatures, or abilities that seem to exist beyond what we currently understand about nature.
#4
My significant other had ridden the train up to visit me in college the first year we dated. My college town, St Augustine, FL, has a reputation for being haunted. We decided to walk to a pub I liked, so we cut through an alley boarded by a private parking lot, and a bank. It was approaching dinner time, but it was Florida, so it was still very bright outside. When we turned into the alley, there was a woman approaching us from the opposite end of the alley wearing 16th century Spanish colonial garb.
This, in itself, wasn’t unusual. It was Halloween, and St. Augustine is home to a lot of reenactors, and tourist attractions that have tour guides that dress in period-appropriate clothing. What was weird is that she was pressed against the side wall of the bank as close to it as she could without physically touching it. She was wearing a wide brimmed hat, and had her head angled down to hide her face from us. She seemed terrified of us. My first thought was, *calm down, lady. It’s Halloween.*
As we walked abreast of her, I ducked down to look under her hat, and make eye contact, and smile. You know, to reassure her we weren’t gonna jump her or anything.
Instead of features, her face was blurry, like a severely out of focus picture.
I stood back up, and kept walking. It took a couple of minutes for my brain to catch up with what I saw. When I turned around to look at her again, she was gone.
I tried to make sense of this in my head. She must have reached the end of the alley, and ducked around the bank, out of sight. The fading light played a trick on my eyes. Etc, etc, etc.
Hesitantly, I asked my SO (who I had just started dating! I didn’t want them to think I was weird!), “Hey. That woman we just passed… Did she have a face?”
They replied. “I don’t know, but she didn’t have any feet.”.
This, in itself, wasn’t unusual. It was Halloween, and St. Augustine is home to a lot of reenactors, and tourist attractions that have tour guides that dress in period-appropriate clothing. What was weird is that she was pressed against the side wall of the bank as close to it as she could without physically touching it. She was wearing a wide brimmed hat, and had her head angled down to hide her face from us. She seemed terrified of us. My first thought was, *calm down, lady. It’s Halloween.*
As we walked abreast of her, I ducked down to look under her hat, and make eye contact, and smile. You know, to reassure her we weren’t gonna jump her or anything.
Instead of features, her face was blurry, like a severely out of focus picture.
I stood back up, and kept walking. It took a couple of minutes for my brain to catch up with what I saw. When I turned around to look at her again, she was gone.
I tried to make sense of this in my head. She must have reached the end of the alley, and ducked around the bank, out of sight. The fading light played a trick on my eyes. Etc, etc, etc.
Hesitantly, I asked my SO (who I had just started dating! I didn’t want them to think I was weird!), “Hey. That woman we just passed… Did she have a face?”
They replied. “I don’t know, but she didn’t have any feet.”.
15points
#5
My son was 4 and we were at my aunt's house in mid-America. The plains region. It was the wee hours and my son woke me up because he had to potty. He couldn't reach the wall sconces so I got up and turned the bathroom lights on. It was freezing in the bathroom despite it being August and hot and humid that day.
We got back in bed. I was laying on my side and my son was on his back. Out of nowhere, he says "what is that cloud." Cloud? I open my eyes and there's a cloud above the bed. I could see through it. The cloud seemed illuminated. I snuggled my son and said "let's tell the cloud goodnight."
I had my eyes closed, but I knew the cloud went down by my feet and then came up my side of the bed and out the door. I feel asleep holding my son
The next morning, I awoke before my son. My aunt was in the kitchen. She asked me if I had went up the stairs to her bedroom last night. I hadn't. She said she heard footsteps on her stairs. I told her about the cloud. She felt it was her dad who visited during the night. I told her that I didn't want to talk about this in front of my son.
When my son woke up, the first thing he said was "what was that cloud last night?" He said it went to the end of the bed and then moved up my side of the bed and out the door. We never felt threatened by the cloud, but it was a weird event that I can't explain.
We got back in bed. I was laying on my side and my son was on his back. Out of nowhere, he says "what is that cloud." Cloud? I open my eyes and there's a cloud above the bed. I could see through it. The cloud seemed illuminated. I snuggled my son and said "let's tell the cloud goodnight."
I had my eyes closed, but I knew the cloud went down by my feet and then came up my side of the bed and out the door. I feel asleep holding my son
The next morning, I awoke before my son. My aunt was in the kitchen. She asked me if I had went up the stairs to her bedroom last night. I hadn't. She said she heard footsteps on her stairs. I told her about the cloud. She felt it was her dad who visited during the night. I told her that I didn't want to talk about this in front of my son.
When my son woke up, the first thing he said was "what was that cloud last night?" He said it went to the end of the bed and then moved up my side of the bed and out the door. We never felt threatened by the cloud, but it was a weird event that I can't explain.
13points
#6
I was in my bathroom cleaning, I had my back to the open door and behind me was the kitchen which was quite long.
I heard someone run at me, running fast and hard. I spun around and no one was there.
I lived in that house for 10 years and nothing else had ever happened. It messed me up for a bit.
I heard someone run at me, running fast and hard. I spun around and no one was there.
I lived in that house for 10 years and nothing else had ever happened. It messed me up for a bit.
11points
But how many people actually believe in the paranormal? According to a 2025 Gallup poll, ghosts are the most widely believed supernatural phenomenon among U.S. adults, with 39% saying they believe in them. Other paranormal ideas, including telepathy, communication with the dead, clairvoyance, astrology, reincarnation, and witches, were each believed in by between 24% and 29% of respondents. So, while ghosts may not be knocking on everyone's doors, a surprisingly large number of people are at least open to the possibility that there may be more to the world than we can easily explain.
#7
When my son was small, he used to have an imaginary friend he would chat to. One day I took a photo of him drinking orange juice in a wine glass laughing with his “friend”.
When I had the film developed, there was a figure of a woman looking out of the window. I was chatting to the sales person at the store and just idley looking through the pictures, pulled it out of the pile and just stared at it. It gave me and her the heebeejeebies. Son is now in his thirties and has no memory of his friend.
When I had the film developed, there was a figure of a woman looking out of the window. I was chatting to the sales person at the store and just idley looking through the pictures, pulled it out of the pile and just stared at it. It gave me and her the heebeejeebies. Son is now in his thirties and has no memory of his friend.
11points
#8
I was in the mountains for a long weekend snowmobiling around the woods with some friends and family. My step brothers snow mobile stopped running on the edge of a field and the woods. So my brother and I pull up to help him get it started again. There was a trail that ran for about a football foot in front us. As we try to use the pull start we look up and about 50 yards away was a giant black carriage being pulled by two gaint back horses. We all stop for second and say woah! Thats a big horse. We go back to getting the snow mobile started, get it running again, and we look up it was completely gone. We could see 50 yards past where it originally was. Only a minute went by and it completely disappeared. I have no idea what happened or what to call it but I can not explain what the three of us saw.
10points
#9
My sister called me asking for help in the middle of the night. Phone rang, I answer, hear the sounds of long distance and then, "Zesty, help me." And then nothing.
This happened a few weeks after my sister perished in a car accident. If I had been alone, I would be sure I had dreamt it. I even asked the person with me if the phone had really rung. It had.
This happened a few weeks after my sister perished in a car accident. If I had been alone, I would be sure I had dreamt it. I even asked the person with me if the phone had really rung. It had.
10points
The same study found that most Americans tend to approach paranormal beliefs with a degree of caution rather than fully embracing them. In other words, many people may not say, “I definitely believe in ghosts,” but they may still think, “Well… I can't completely rule it out.” The analysis found that women, people who attend church less frequently, and adults without a college degree were more likely than their counterparts to believe in at least some paranormal phenomena. This does not mean that everyone in these groups shares the same beliefs, of course—it simply suggests that certain groups were somewhat more open to the possibility of supernatural phenomena than others.
#10
Was chased by something hairless, pale, and oddly quadrupedal with odd limbs down a canyon road in the dark in Southern California. Nearly peed myself with fear before we saw city lights.
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#11
Was house-sitting for a friend once. Around 2 AM I heard what sounded like someone slowly walking up the stairs. I froze. The footsteps stopped right outside the bedroom door. I waited for maybe 10 minutes, absolutely terrified, before I finally worked up the courage to check.
Nobody there. Entire house empty.
Then I realized the cat was sitting on the landing staring at the exact spot where the footsteps had stopped. Just... staring. For another 5 minutes.
Still don't know what that was about.
Nobody there. Entire house empty.
Then I realized the cat was sitting on the landing staring at the exact spot where the footsteps had stopped. Just... staring. For another 5 minutes.
Still don't know what that was about.
10points
#12
Ooh I have a good one. It’s long, but it still creeps me out to this day.
In college about 8 years ago, my two best friends (R and K) lived in a house with two other roommates. I was in that house a lot as it was right off campus, so I would go there between classes and sometimes spend the night.
One afternoon while I was over there, R and I were sitting on the couch, while K was upstairs studying for a final. Their other roommates were on the couch diagonal from the chairs R and I were sitting on. It’s kind of hard to describe, but the house was set up in such a way that the doorway to the living room was at the bottom of the stairs, and the stairs ran along the wall opposite our couch behind the roommates. All that to say, from I and R’s vantage point, we could see the stairs, and from the other couch, their roommates could hear when someone was coming down the steps. The house was quite old, so the stairs were really creaky.
Anyway, K comes stomping down the stairs. We say “hey, how’s studying going”? Absolutely no response, completely ignores us, walks right past us. We again say “K, how’s studying?” Ignores us with a huge annoyed sigh. We say a third time “K, hellooo?” And he turns around while walking into the kitchen and gives us both the angriest, darkest, genuinely meanest look either one of us has ever seen from him. We were both immediately like “uh.. okay, sorry for asking.” K gets a glass of water in a cup they took from a nearby bar (important for later) from the kitchen and stomps back up the stairs, and *slams* his door at the top of the steps.
I turn to R and say, “what was that about?” He looks just as shocked as me, mouth open. We were both really shaken by his behavior. We look at their other roommates, who are also just as confused. K is very kind and talkative, so that was incredibly out of place for him.
I said I was going upstairs to see if everything was okay, and ask if I could help or anything. I mean for how mad he was you’d think he just got news that someone ran over his dog or something.
So I run up after him and knock on his door. He tells me to come in, so I do and say “are you okay?” He’s sitting at his desk, books and laptop open, and says “what do you mean?”, like very genuinely confused. I say “you just came downstairs less than 15 seconds ago, what do you mean what do I mean? Why are you so mad?” He says he has no idea what I’m talking about.
It’s at this point I look around his room. No cup. I run back downstairs into the kitchen and open the cupboard. That specific cup, the only one they had that was like that (it had the bar’s logo on it and was glass), was still in the cupboard.
I yell to R, and K has come down the steps at this point. We’re all in the kitchen together with their other roommates. I’m at this point really starting to freak out, as was R, because we SAW him and spoke to him! We SAW him come down and go back up the steps, and the other roommates heard him too. K was very upset at this, as he doesn’t like spooky things at all and that alone makes me believe he wasn’t messing with us, even though there wouldn’t have been a way to do it anyway.
We of course searched the house, and obviously there was no one there. Even though it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because that person was identical to K! To this day R and I will say “hey remember when we saw K’s doppelgänger?” and K is bothered by it every time. Nothing like that happened again, but it still messes with all of us.
In college about 8 years ago, my two best friends (R and K) lived in a house with two other roommates. I was in that house a lot as it was right off campus, so I would go there between classes and sometimes spend the night.
One afternoon while I was over there, R and I were sitting on the couch, while K was upstairs studying for a final. Their other roommates were on the couch diagonal from the chairs R and I were sitting on. It’s kind of hard to describe, but the house was set up in such a way that the doorway to the living room was at the bottom of the stairs, and the stairs ran along the wall opposite our couch behind the roommates. All that to say, from I and R’s vantage point, we could see the stairs, and from the other couch, their roommates could hear when someone was coming down the steps. The house was quite old, so the stairs were really creaky.
Anyway, K comes stomping down the stairs. We say “hey, how’s studying going”? Absolutely no response, completely ignores us, walks right past us. We again say “K, how’s studying?” Ignores us with a huge annoyed sigh. We say a third time “K, hellooo?” And he turns around while walking into the kitchen and gives us both the angriest, darkest, genuinely meanest look either one of us has ever seen from him. We were both immediately like “uh.. okay, sorry for asking.” K gets a glass of water in a cup they took from a nearby bar (important for later) from the kitchen and stomps back up the stairs, and *slams* his door at the top of the steps.
I turn to R and say, “what was that about?” He looks just as shocked as me, mouth open. We were both really shaken by his behavior. We look at their other roommates, who are also just as confused. K is very kind and talkative, so that was incredibly out of place for him.
I said I was going upstairs to see if everything was okay, and ask if I could help or anything. I mean for how mad he was you’d think he just got news that someone ran over his dog or something.
So I run up after him and knock on his door. He tells me to come in, so I do and say “are you okay?” He’s sitting at his desk, books and laptop open, and says “what do you mean?”, like very genuinely confused. I say “you just came downstairs less than 15 seconds ago, what do you mean what do I mean? Why are you so mad?” He says he has no idea what I’m talking about.
It’s at this point I look around his room. No cup. I run back downstairs into the kitchen and open the cupboard. That specific cup, the only one they had that was like that (it had the bar’s logo on it and was glass), was still in the cupboard.
I yell to R, and K has come down the steps at this point. We’re all in the kitchen together with their other roommates. I’m at this point really starting to freak out, as was R, because we SAW him and spoke to him! We SAW him come down and go back up the steps, and the other roommates heard him too. K was very upset at this, as he doesn’t like spooky things at all and that alone makes me believe he wasn’t messing with us, even though there wouldn’t have been a way to do it anyway.
We of course searched the house, and obviously there was no one there. Even though it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because that person was identical to K! To this day R and I will say “hey remember when we saw K’s doppelgänger?” and K is bothered by it every time. Nothing like that happened again, but it still messes with all of us.
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Interestingly, the fact that church attendance has declined in the United States over the past two decades has not led to a major increase in belief in the paranormal. Overall, no single supernatural phenomenon is believed in by a majority of Americans, and around two-thirds of people remain generally unconvinced by paranormal ideas. So, the average person may still be sceptical—but that does not necessarily stop them from enjoying a good ghost story or wondering what might have caused that strange noise upstairs.
#13
Was working retail and a woman wanted to purchase a laptop. They were in locked cases on the salesfloor at the time. I'm autistic, so I didn't make eye contact with her or pay attention to her face (not on purpose)
As I was getting the laptop for her, another customer (a regular) walked by and stopped in his tracks. Tilted his head sideways. Goes "What the hell? Are yall twins?"
We looked at each other and I jumped out of my skin. Both of us have the exact same face. I don't know which one of us was more startled, lol. Never saw her again.
As I was getting the laptop for her, another customer (a regular) walked by and stopped in his tracks. Tilted his head sideways. Goes "What the hell? Are yall twins?"
We looked at each other and I jumped out of my skin. Both of us have the exact same face. I don't know which one of us was more startled, lol. Never saw her again.
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#14
I was 19, driving around town with a friend sometime after midnight, talking and listening to music. We drive past this road with a signpost to an area neither of us heard of despite both of us living in town our whole lives. I asked if she wanted to see where the road went, she said yes so I pull a u-turn and off we go.
It’s a paved road, heavy trees on each side and a few houses. Nothing unusual for either of us, I was living on a street like that at the time. Anyway within about five minutes, the conversation just kind of stops. And a few minutes after that, I start to get an uneasy feeling. Then we passed a kangaroo on the side of the road. It remained perfectly still, just turning its head to watch us drive past and I got the distinct impression it was standing guard.
After that, I just got more and more anxious. I ended up turning to my friend and saying ‘This is going to sound stupid, but can you -‘
She was already taking her seatbelt off. ‘I’ll lock the back doors.’
We kept following the road even after that because we’re stubborn and don’t know when to admit defeat. It was at least half an hour (because my 60 minute cassette tape had flipped over twice) between pulling onto the paved road and coming to a sign saying ‘Dirt road ahead.’ By this stage I felt physically sick and my skin was crawling. Without a word, I did the quickest three point turn I was able to do and we headed back down the road. The closer we got back to the turn off, the better I felt until we were back on the main road where I felt like I could breathe easily again.
We told a few people about it, got brushed off mostly. We didn’t even drive past that turn off without flinching or shuddering for a few months - the feeling of dread had been that strong. Then about six months later, she turns to me out of nowhere and said ‘Let’s drive it during the day.’
So we went. My friend has both her phone and mine on her lap with emergency numbers punched in, we’re playing upbeat pop music to try and keep us calm. It took us less than 5 minutes to reach the dirt road and on checking the odometer, the paved section was only 1 kilometre long. Once again, we got out of there. Have never been back.
No idea what the hell was going on that night, but I can say with certainty that we were not meant to be there. Even 25 years later if someone mentions the area on the sign post, we shudder and recently I turned to her out of nowhere and said ‘Hey was that you with me on the road where -‘
‘Yes. And I don’t want to talk about it.’.
It’s a paved road, heavy trees on each side and a few houses. Nothing unusual for either of us, I was living on a street like that at the time. Anyway within about five minutes, the conversation just kind of stops. And a few minutes after that, I start to get an uneasy feeling. Then we passed a kangaroo on the side of the road. It remained perfectly still, just turning its head to watch us drive past and I got the distinct impression it was standing guard.
After that, I just got more and more anxious. I ended up turning to my friend and saying ‘This is going to sound stupid, but can you -‘
She was already taking her seatbelt off. ‘I’ll lock the back doors.’
We kept following the road even after that because we’re stubborn and don’t know when to admit defeat. It was at least half an hour (because my 60 minute cassette tape had flipped over twice) between pulling onto the paved road and coming to a sign saying ‘Dirt road ahead.’ By this stage I felt physically sick and my skin was crawling. Without a word, I did the quickest three point turn I was able to do and we headed back down the road. The closer we got back to the turn off, the better I felt until we were back on the main road where I felt like I could breathe easily again.
We told a few people about it, got brushed off mostly. We didn’t even drive past that turn off without flinching or shuddering for a few months - the feeling of dread had been that strong. Then about six months later, she turns to me out of nowhere and said ‘Let’s drive it during the day.’
So we went. My friend has both her phone and mine on her lap with emergency numbers punched in, we’re playing upbeat pop music to try and keep us calm. It took us less than 5 minutes to reach the dirt road and on checking the odometer, the paved section was only 1 kilometre long. Once again, we got out of there. Have never been back.
No idea what the hell was going on that night, but I can say with certainty that we were not meant to be there. Even 25 years later if someone mentions the area on the sign post, we shudder and recently I turned to her out of nowhere and said ‘Hey was that you with me on the road where -‘
‘Yes. And I don’t want to talk about it.’.
9points
#15
When I was about 23 I lived on my own in a small apartment. I got sick… really sick. I got bronchitis and a very bad fever. I told my mom and she gave me the typical get well soon speech but wouldn’t come over like she always does or take me to the doctor.
Anyway my fever got so bad I was stuck in my bed and I started seeing some crazy stuff. Blue orbs of light would pass through my wall and slowly float through the wall on the other side of my room illuminating everything in a soft light. I felt like this went on for hours all the while I was too weak to move.
I realized years later I may have been pretty close to passing away and my brain was frying it self.
Any doctors know if hallucinating is a sign of a really bed fever ?
Anyway my fever got so bad I was stuck in my bed and I started seeing some crazy stuff. Blue orbs of light would pass through my wall and slowly float through the wall on the other side of my room illuminating everything in a soft light. I felt like this went on for hours all the while I was too weak to move.
I realized years later I may have been pretty close to passing away and my brain was frying it self.
Any doctors know if hallucinating is a sign of a really bed fever ?
9points
A YouGov study found a similar mix of curiosity and scepticism in the United Kingdom. Nearly four in ten Britons, or 38%, said they believe that ghosts could exist. This included 12% who were certain that ghosts haunt the world and another 26% who thought they probably do. At the same time, 56% of Britons believed that ghosts probably do not exist, although only 32% were completely convinced that they definitely do not. In other words, plenty of people may not consider themselves true believers—but they are also not quite ready to slam the door on the possibility.
#16
Met a room mate in the kitchen in the morning. Asked each other how we slept, both answered “rough night, weird dreams”. She told me that she dreamt being in the kitchen and seeing the dog jump out the window. I told her that I dreamt coming home into the yard and seeing how the dog fell out the kitchen window.
9points
#17
Many years ago, it was the middle of summer and I was taking my dog for a walk. It's in Texas, so it was 90 degrees at 10pm. When my dog and I got to the bottom of the stairs outside, I felt a cold gust of wind. My dog was a brave boy and wasn't scared of anything, but I looked down and saw him with his tail between his legs, ears down and he was trembling in fear and wouldn't move. I looked at what he was staring at. There was this field we lived next to, and I saw what looked like a sheet, floating in mid air and slowly flowing toward us. And you could see through it. The wind was really cold and getting stronger. I felt an intense sense of dread. I picked him up and ran back upstairs, yelling at my dad and brother to come with me quickly.
When we got back downstairs, it was as if nothing happened. I was never a big believer in the paranormal, but that made me a believer and also made me a spiritual person. But this "thing" was not a figure of a person. I wish I was making this up, but it's a story that I couldn't make up if I tried. It never happened again. That was 20 years ago and I still think about it. Hands down, the creepiest thing I've ever experienced.
When we got back downstairs, it was as if nothing happened. I was never a big believer in the paranormal, but that made me a believer and also made me a spiritual person. But this "thing" was not a figure of a person. I wish I was making this up, but it's a story that I couldn't make up if I tried. It never happened again. That was 20 years ago and I still think about it. Hands down, the creepiest thing I've ever experienced.
9points
#18
When I was very young, my mom, my sister, and I were at a park that had a playground and a lighthouse. I think we were at some kind of church event.
Over the time of the event, the weather changed from cool and sunny to cool and foggy. As we were trying to clean up, the fog got really heavy. I remember trying to cut a donut out of it like in Scooby Doo.
We were waiting for a bus, and while we were waiting, I kept hearing children laughing, calling my name, and telling me to come play with them.
My mom and sister didn't hear them, and I remember being mad that my mom wouldn't let me go play.
When we got home and my grandma asked if we had fun, I tattled to her about my mom not letting me play in the fog with the kids.
That was the last time we went to that park for a long while.
Over the time of the event, the weather changed from cool and sunny to cool and foggy. As we were trying to clean up, the fog got really heavy. I remember trying to cut a donut out of it like in Scooby Doo.
We were waiting for a bus, and while we were waiting, I kept hearing children laughing, calling my name, and telling me to come play with them.
My mom and sister didn't hear them, and I remember being mad that my mom wouldn't let me go play.
When we got home and my grandma asked if we had fun, I tattled to her about my mom not letting me play in the fog with the kids.
That was the last time we went to that park for a long while.
9points
Britons were generally less likely to believe in other supernatural beings. Around one in five people, or 21%, said witches might exist, while 12% were open to the possibility of the Loch Ness Monster being real. That figure rose to 16% among Scots. Vampires and werewolves were less convincing, with around 8% of Britons saying that each could potentially exist. So, while the average person may not expect to encounter a vampire on their way home from work, there is still a surprisingly wide range of things people are willing to consider possible.
#19
In high school, my stepdad inherited his grandparents house. I didn't know them well, but we all had harmless paranormal experiences there. These two, though, still makes the hairs on my neck stand up.
My younger brother and I get into a verbal argument as teen boys often do. Nothing physical or violent, just heated. The curtain rod above our kitchen sink suddenly came crashing down, startling us so much that we stopped our arguing. When he came home from work, we told our stepdad what happened and he showed us that it was physically impossible for it to fall on its own - it needed to be pushed up to remove it. Okay, weird.
Later that day, my brother and I are arguing over chores while I'm unloading the dishwasher. That's when I hear the first and only disembodied voice in my life call my stepdad's name. Like a loud, strained whisper. It wasn't angry, it was more like stern and disappointed. Clear as day. I ran to my step-dad that time. He was convinced it was his grandmother, because as he told us, she hated fighting in the house.
And the last one: taking my turn cleaning out their basement when we moved in. I looked around approvingly at the progress I'd made - bagging up clothes for donating, making a trash pile elsewhere. I then feel my what I think is my stepdad putting his hand on my back to check in on me. It was gentle, but I felt the pressure of it, so much that I leaned into it a bit. I turned around: not a person there! I yelled and bolted upstairs. It never happened again. Mostly because I asked them not to ;) I can still feel that hand, though, 20 years later. I have chills as I type this out.
I'm very much a skeptic these days, looking at science and research for answers. But nothing like that has ever happened since, and I cannot explain these two in any way, shape, or form.
My younger brother and I get into a verbal argument as teen boys often do. Nothing physical or violent, just heated. The curtain rod above our kitchen sink suddenly came crashing down, startling us so much that we stopped our arguing. When he came home from work, we told our stepdad what happened and he showed us that it was physically impossible for it to fall on its own - it needed to be pushed up to remove it. Okay, weird.
Later that day, my brother and I are arguing over chores while I'm unloading the dishwasher. That's when I hear the first and only disembodied voice in my life call my stepdad's name. Like a loud, strained whisper. It wasn't angry, it was more like stern and disappointed. Clear as day. I ran to my step-dad that time. He was convinced it was his grandmother, because as he told us, she hated fighting in the house.
And the last one: taking my turn cleaning out their basement when we moved in. I looked around approvingly at the progress I'd made - bagging up clothes for donating, making a trash pile elsewhere. I then feel my what I think is my stepdad putting his hand on my back to check in on me. It was gentle, but I felt the pressure of it, so much that I leaned into it a bit. I turned around: not a person there! I yelled and bolted upstairs. It never happened again. Mostly because I asked them not to ;) I can still feel that hand, though, 20 years later. I have chills as I type this out.
I'm very much a skeptic these days, looking at science and research for answers. But nothing like that has ever happened since, and I cannot explain these two in any way, shape, or form.
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Woke up just after midnight on the coldest night in Winter of 2011. I had only been asleep for a couple hours but my eyes suddenly opened wide, I was really calm and felt oddly at ease. I didn’t move for a couple minutes, just sat in that moment. Suddenly, my brother who was watching tv shrieks. I think nothing of it. A minute later, my mum’s phone rings and before she picks up, she starts crying my Dad’s name. It was the hospital calling to say he had passed from cancer.
My brother claimed to have seen a light move across the room when he shrieked.
I believe it.
To this day I like to think it was Dad’s spirit just passing by before saying goodbye.
My brother claimed to have seen a light move across the room when he shrieked.
I believe it.
To this day I like to think it was Dad’s spirit just passing by before saying goodbye.
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