80 Genuinely Horrifying Stories Of People Dealing With The Paranormal

I was driving home late at night (2-3am), there was this old rusty truck exactly the type you were to see in scary movies. Anyway I went to overtake him and when I look to the right and the guy has no head, I could’ve seen wrong but I swear he didn’t have a head.

My brother saw my father floating up the stairs and to his room. he started screaming when he entered his room. He disappeared when we went to his room to see why my brother was screaming. My father passed away in 2005.

Till this day when I tell people about my "breathing doll" they don't believe me. They just say it was me or my vivid imagination, but my doll breathing was real, and one of the most vivid memories of my childhood, especially with unexplained experiences.

I first saw the doll at a flea market, I was with my mom and grandmother, and fell in love with it. It was a big doll about 14."

After begging my mom to buy it and failing, my grandma bought it for me, man, I loved that doll like it was a real baby. I bought it baby clothes, shoes, bottles and the such. Took him everywhere, I named him Rocky, people often thought I was holding my baby brother.

Well one day I was outside playing with Rocky and I was being a little too rough with him, throwing up in the air and letting him fall, repeatedly. Scolding him when he wouldn't sit still on my bike. So I got him and threw him as high as I could and tried to catch him but he slipped through my hands and hit the ground.

I picked him up to dust him off and that's when I heard him breathing. It was heavy and angry and fast, just like some one would sound when they're really pissed.

I throw him on the ground and stare at him shaking, terrified, I leave him on the ground and run inside. My mom asks what's wrong and I tell herwhat happened. She laughs it off as it was nothing and says I'm being silly and to go and pick up him and bring him inside. I refused to touch him and screamed when she tried to force me.

She gave up and picked him up and looked at him and said " see he's just a doll, stuffing and plastic, he's not real, he can't breath"..

That was the last day I ever played with dolls. I gave him to my brother for a home economics project he had, where you carry around a bag of flour and pretend it's a baby or so something. Anyways, he used it's head and attached it to the bag of flour to make it more babyish, he ended up getting extra credit for that.

A few years later the whole Chucky crazy and doll movies were all the rage. All the while I had a real demon doll of my own.

This happened last June. I work nights and was suppose to go in at 12-12:30. My wife fell asleep on the couch around 7. I took our 3 year old to bed so I could get some rest before I head out. I turn to close the bedroom door and I see a shadow figure right in front of me walk down the hall towards the kitchen. My first thought was it was my wife going to get some water but the kitchen light never turned on. I peaked my head out to look at the couch and my wife is still lying there. I slammed the door shut and tried not to think about it.

I was playing a video game once. You know, minding my own business, when I see a flicker out of the corner of my eye. I slowly look into the living room and see what appears to be a blurry woman pacing near the back wall. I closed out of my game and went outside for an hour. Later, I saw her walk into the living room from the back hall and disappear into the couch.

The hallway on the second story of my house is quite narrow. Not even two people wide. I was home alone, and walking through the hall. With no warning, I hear an EXTREMELY loud pop from my right side. But there was only a wall on that side. And it sounded as if it came from RIGHT above my shoulder. Like someone fired a gun next to my ear. I was so startled, I leaped down a flight of stairs accidentally slammed my face on the wall. Hasn't happened since, so maybe the spirits feel bad.

I was sitting in the living room at my old house. Got up to get a drink, heard a noise in the living room. Went back in there and found a picture that was hanging behind the couch leaning against the TV with the picture facing the couch. It fell, flipped around and leaned against the TV with nobody else in the house. I stayed out of the living room for a while.

I used to live in a one bedroom apartment a number of years back. One night, I came home roughly about 2:30 in the morning and was exhausted so I decided to go straight to bed. As I laid in bed trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, I heard a rather loud noise coming from the living room, kinda like what would happen if someone jumped off the couch and landed on the floor. I lived in an apartment building on the top floor, so I knew it wasn't coming from below me. On edge now, I continued to lay there listening for any further noise. Suddenly, whatever created the sound in the living room made a thundering dash towards my room. It didn't sound like a person running, more like something four-legged. It was inhumanly fast, and the noise was deafeningly loud until whatever it was stopped on a dime what I assume was about a foot away from my face. I refused to open my eyes just on the off-chance that something was there. The sound ceased, but there was an incredible feeling of dread and darkness that radiated throughout my room for approximately five minutes, but then it simply disappeared instantly and the aura of the room returned to normal. It never happened again the entire time that I lived in that apartment, but it was certainly a wild sequence.

Back when I was 14, my town had an abandoned nursing home that my friends and I loved to mess around in and smoke. We were always aware of the eerie feeling but didn't mind it. The way inside the building was through a broken window on the first floor that entered what would be a patients room. We got our bowl packed, and for whatever reason, I wanted to close the door to the room. Now I understand that a gust of wind can pull a door shut, but these doors were pretty heavy, and since the building was so old, it required some force to close it. Now, when I tell you this door got ripped from my hands and slammed shut, I mean it. I just remember turning around screaming and seeing my friend just head first dive out of the window. It's funny looking back on it, but I still remember that feeling of being genuinely terrified.

We've also had things from the 3rd story in the stairwell that just get thrown down the shaft. Vases, rolls of toilet paper. That never spooked us too much, so rather than running, we would investigate, and we never saw or heard anyone.

The nursing home was burnt down by a kid in my grade at the time.

One time, after the passing of my great-grandma and her funerals, I went home for the first time. I was around 11 years old and very sad. That night I dreamt about her. It was a weird dream since I saw my room from my bed like I was in it. She was sitting on the edge and she was looking at me but she wasn't talking. I woke instantly and the vision of my actual bedroom was the same. She wasn't just sitting on my bed.

I work as a night recepcionist in hotel. One night, i received numerous SOS calls from room 227. I went to that room, but guests were like - We didn't call you. I told technicians to cut calls from that room. 10 minutes After they done that, guest from that room drowned at the sea.

I got chased down a hallway at an old prison by a black mist. This stuff normally doesn’t scare me but I was terrified.

Years ago, when I was in college, we were driving to Durant (Oklahoma) from Tishomingo. As we were coming up on on Milburn, we passed a man walking out of Milburn, toward Tishomingo. He was tall, thin, with light coloring, wearing a light colored t-shirt and jeans. We drove straight through Milburn, without stopping. As the road curved toward the south, we passed the same man walking in to Milburn that we had seen walking out of Milburn about two minutes earlier.

I have lots of stories. For now I'll share the one from when I was ten and on a field trip.

So I grew up in Northern Virginia, and we had plenty of battlefields and such to visit for school field trips. In fifth grade, my class went to the Belle Grove plantation, which was at Cedar Creek Battlefield. Cool house, still has damage to her columns from gunfire from the battle.

Anyhoo, my class was in the kitchen of the plantation, listening to the tour lady talk about whatever it is you'd tell a bunch of ten year olds about plantation life. There are these big double doors on each side of the room, and they are open. And then we hear humming coming from outside.

The teacher's aide, who I'll call Bulldog 'cause she looked like one, told us that who ever was humming to knock it off. But that's the thing, it wasn't any of us, and it was coming from outside. Bulldog goes out one side of the kitchen, comes back in and goes out the side that leads to the garden. She comes back in, says to the tour lady no one at all is out there, but she could hear the humming right there in the garden.

Doesn't sound like much, right? Well fast forward a few years, amd I'm reading a Ghosts of Virginia book. There's a story about Belle Grove in it.

Apparently the Lady of the house was found in the smokehouse one day, badly beaten, half in the embers, with clear fist imprints on her face. She psses away just a few days later.

And the Lady of the house liked to walk in the garden, and was always humming. And various people over the years was witness, I guess you could say, to the ethereal humming that would take place in the garden.

That just thoroughly freaked me out when I realized I got to witness it too.

Last Christmas I was over at my fiance's place. The two of us were doing homework and just sort of hanging out. During a lull in the conversation I heard what I thought sounded like tiers screeching on the pavement. It was very far away and given that down town was near by and I'm partially deaf I shouldn't have been able to hear it.

I didn't mention the sound because my fiance didn't seamed bothered. So I brushed it off as sound travelling wired in the city. Five minutes later it happens again, but closer this time. She looked over at me with her eyebrow raised. Again down town is close and we brushed it off as noise coming from there.

The next time was about five blocks away. It happened thirty seconds after the other, which is way to fast for anybody to travel from down town to where we were. We both noticed something this time. 1. the pitch was changing continuously so it couldn't be a recording 2. it wasn't a screech of tires, but an un-describable inhuman scream.

We looked at each other and laughed sort of half-heatedly while trying to still make light of our situation only to be cut off. Whatever was screaming had gotten to the end of our street in ten seconds. We both jumped into action, started locking windows and doors and were half-way down the hall to her room when the fifth and final wail sounded. I kid you not, this thing must have been at the apartment steps.

We bolted into her room and she ripped an older book off her shelf. I've never seen someone skim through pages so fast. Next thing I know we're taking protective measures and actively trying not to think about what just happened. A few hours later, with us not making a sound during that time, her mother comes home and we race to tell her our story. It takes her about ten minutes before she looked us both in our eyes and say, "sounds like a banshee."

I don't know what it was or what happened to it, but that is hands down the spookiest thing that I've ever experienced to this day.