Hey Pandas, What Is The Spookiest Story You Have? (Closed)

Once at night, my friend and I decided it would be a good idea to go for a walk in an old graveyard. Got chased by a dog there and thought we were gonna die :)

Once I was upset and crying in the kitchen at night, seriously ready to end it. Before I did, I swear to god I hear someone snap their fingers as clear as day, followed by an odd shuffling sound. We don’t have any pets beside fish, so unless some guppies came bouncing down stairs to scare the crap outta me, then I don’t know what happened.

When I was 16-17, I was lazing around at my home laying on my bed facing the wall. Then suddenly i started hearing breathing near me. I actually felt it on me. I didn't weirded out because I thought it was my neice. I didn't turn around because u know she might drag me to play with her. A few minutes later, she was still standing there. Then I heard her laughing from other side of my house. Freaked out, I turned around and there was no one standing besides me. And there are many things like suddenly feeling someone's touch on my shoulder, seeing shadows moving, and always feeling someone's eyes on u etc. I experienced from this house but nothing major. I still live here

I was a college student, living in my parents apartment. Had a date with my girlfriend that day, was already late and had called a cab, as the door rang. There was a man - asking me if I could help him locating an army officer living in the building. I knew there was a retired colonel living here, but wasn't sure which apartment - so I told him, and he should better ask the janitor. He didn't seem to be overly interested in my suggestion, or happy to hear there was indeed one living here - but that occurred to me later. So.. I close the door. Gather my stuff, run out, jump into the cab, totally stressed out - telling the driver to be as fast as possible, and FASTER please! ..While we are speeding through the next two streets, I curse the traffic, the driver, the streets, myself (all inwardly) - she will be so mad, in fact she is ALREADY mad at this very moment, I picture her sitting there and being mad. As we are approaching the first junction somebody talks to me. It is a voice and it is in my head. But it is not my head voice. It is somebodies voice. The voice says my name. It says: "M.". Now. I know, this sounds ridiculous. Why didn't I freak out? I think I did - everything happened so quickly I don't remember how I felt. I'm stressed out, oblivious to anything else going on in these milliseconds and I respond in my head and say "Yes?!" and the voice calmly says " M. Go. Back. Now." There is chaos in my head. I don't want to. I argue, but feebly - "But I'am late already. Why?" The voice says: " M. If you don't go back NOW- you will be SORRY AFTERWARDS". I stop in my head. I tell the driver to turn and drive back ASAP. I'm sure it is the driver who is cursing inwardly now. I arrive at our building. I enter. I go up two stairs. Flat door is closed. Nothing. Hardly 10 minutes have passed since I left. "Ok." I say. "What now?" I swear, I heard it this time resonating. The voice says: "Open the door. Go. In." I swear I sighed. Ridiculous. I enter. Everything as I left. Parents not home yet. Silence. Until I hear a sound from the back of the flat. I walk to the hallway. At the end of the hallway I can see the bedroom of my parents. There are two men in the bedroom. One of them is the guy I spoke to 10 Minutes ago. They are frantically emptying the closet. Half of it is already on the floor. Bedding, books, stuff on shelves - everything is on the floor. I stand there. I decide at that moment I just want them to stop destroying the room my mother so lovingly decorated with her precious little artsy things and memorabilia - I shout "Hey!" Next moment all three of us are running through the flat in a yelling contest. They escape... Police was useless. Later that day my mother confesses she had, contrary to better knowledge, stored a large sum of cash in a bag in the closet. The bag was found on the floor - I had interrupted the men just before they could open it. - I have daily conversations with myself. I never heard the voice again.

I have vivid memories of being about 3. . I know it wasn't when I'd started school yet and I started that at 4...... I was scared of the dark so made my parents leave the door open ajar a little. From my bed I could see the bathroom....... mostly i'd see my mum and dad occasionally come up and use the bathroom, but occasionally i'd also watch an old man taking a bath and he scared me somewhat. It was only years later when talking to my mum that I mentioned it and she said 'oh, the man that owned the house before us died in it and he was found in the bath.'

I think the most logical conclusion is that even younger than 3 my parents must have talked about it and it had been taken into my young brain... cause I sure as s**t don't believe in ghosts.

1. What word do I hate? Not moist, but shuffling. Not the kinds of shuffling cards, but shuffling feet. As you may know, I hate sleeping without some form of sound and light, which is why my room is lit and noisy at night. But sometimes I cant use the thing that makes noise, and on those nights, I hear shuffling footsteps. Not my parents, they are asleep. My cat has a bell. And the shuffling stays in the same spot.

2. A snippet from a book I'm writing, "The candlemaker" it goes like this: "I made it back to my city and rushed to my shop to see if Soot was okay. Before I reached the shop, I decided to call him again. But just as I expected, he didnt pick up. 

I finally reached the shop and took a deep breath. Whatever happened in there, I would keep my cool. I stepped inside, but Soot wasn't there. I started to hyperventilate because I was thinking of all the worst case scenarios of what happened.

I looked around with pure fear for Soot. I found his phone inside a tub of hardened wax. I grabbed a hammer and broke through the wax to retrieve the phone, praying that it still worked. 

It did work, but the screen was crack beyond all belief, and I could barely see what was on the phone. I managed to unlock it and checked his camera roll just in case he left something there. And just as I suspected, there was a picture that was nearly black, taken at around the time he called me.

Because I couldnt make anything out I sent it to my phone, so I could see the picture more clearly. I was terrified. There was a nearly white figure in a cloak standing in the corner of the shop with a sinister open mouthed grin and hollow, gaping eyes. But the smile horrified me even more because the jaw was stretched down a couple feet lower than any human possibly could. 

I shrieked and grabbed my valuables from the shop as quickly as I could and ran out of the shop. Hyperventilating again, I took out Soot's phone once more and checked the camera roll again. And there was a video. It was only 3 seconds long.

And so I sent it to my phone and watched it in pure horror. Soot was running through the shop, the figure letting out a low, crecending scream that made my heart drop. I continued to watch forcing myself not to look away as Soot just, dissapeared. He was running, but he fell and didnt show up in the video again.

I put my back against the wall behind me and slid down. I was supposed to find a clue on where soot was... but instead I found out when he dissapeared, and it was horrifying. I tried to keep myself from crying, as I tried to figure out where Soot could have gone to."
Let me know if you want the link to the rest of the story.

My first encounter with a ghost was at my Dad's boss' house. My entire family was invited to see this phenomenon. So I am holding my one year old son and we are all in the room where this apparition appears. There's a dresser with a mirror and the hallway light shines onto the mirror which projects an image of a man's torso onto the wall. It's like watching a movie because sometimes he faces forward and sometimes he's in profile. He holds a dagger and that turns into a cross. With all that going on, there is a doorway with a full body old woman, this is about 8 inches. The boss says watch this and stands in front of the projection. Well, it goes through him and continues to shine on the wall ..and that is when we noped out of there!!! Turns out they had two mediums come, at different times, and they both said that the ghost killed his invalid sister, blind mother and himself. They said that the dresser came from a funeral home. The ghost was named David and that's my son's name.

Some of you may have heard of the game Doors of the Mind or Red Door, Yellow Door. I played it with my friends once.
For those of you who don't know, you basically lay with your eyes closed while a friend guides you through your subconscious. The rules are that if you see people that aren't just part of the background, or clocks, that you're meant to try to wake up or leave because they're dangerous. It's also recommended that you avoid going down stairs (up is fine) or through dark-coloured or eerie-feeling doors.
I didn't really believe in the game at first, so I volunteered to be the one laying with my eyes closed. Went pretty normal, got to mentally visit some places I wish were real.
2 things happened that were disturbing.
First of all, I enjoyed being in these places a lot, and tried to remember then so I could draw them (I never did). Later was looking at scenery for my laptop background when I saw one of the places I had seen during the game. I forget where it was, but it wasn't in my home country and I've never travelled overseas. I had never seen that picture online until that day either. So I mentally travelled somewhere overseas without ever having been there.

The second thing that happened was scarier. I was travelling through the rooms as you do, looking around. One room I enter and I seem to kind of teleport into a dark green bed, like under the covers laying down. I look into the corner and there's a slenderman-esque figure in the corner, no face, white skin, black suit, unnaturally tall. I tell my friend/guide this, who immediately 'wakes' me up (not necessary, I was fully conscious, it's just recommended that they do that just in case).
Now, months later, my friend has been getting extreme paranoia at random times. I've also been having nightmares and seeing movement in my peripheral vision, and started having this impending sense of doom, which seems to cause panic attacks. I've had 3 or 4 panic attacks in the last 1 1/2 months.
I'm mostly sure that this is a coincidence. But it still scares me that there's shadow people in my subconscious mind.

TL;DR I ran into a creepy figure while playing Doors of the Mind and also somehow mentally travelled to a real place I didn't know existed.