Those That Have Lived in a "Haunted House" Are Revealing Their Living Nightmares

My family was USAir Force, and from 2002-2005 we lived in Germany. My family had just moved from a military base in Italy and having lived off base there, we decided to continue the trend and rent from a local national.

When we moved in, we have a very White People In a Scary Movie moment when the Landlord told us as best he could in broken English that we were not to, under any circumstances go into the attic. For a year we were alright with this until the sounds started. It sounded like chairs were getting dragged around and big heavy boot falls.

My dad, his job was kind of important, with the looming Iraq war at the time so he was gone... *a lot.*
Well one of his TDYs my mom and I decided we had enough.

I held a broom stick to beat up any strange attic hobos and she lowered the stairs to the attic. When no one flew down at us in a fit of rage for finding them living in our attic we climbed up and peeked around. There was several years of settled dust on the floor, and no signs of any footprints of humans or animals.

What was upstairs, instead, was a undust covered old fashioned pottychair, and a few other items that at the time I can't recall. We did find out from a talk with the landlord (asking about the history of the house without mentioning we went into the attic), that his fathered lived and died in the house. We also got a notion that there might have been more to that, for before we got around to talking to him, really *weird* things started happening around the house.

We'd go into the kitchen, and **all of the cupboard doors would be open.** Then whoever was in the kitchen would close them, and a few minutes later, someone else would go into the kitchen to find them all open again. Things started to go missing and pop up in weird, high and out of the way places.
Then my sister got her first imaginary friend! His name was Mister Nobody, and he was her protector she told us. He was keeping her safe from another "imaginary friend," named Mister Eyeblock.
These 'friends' of hers appeared a few days after we were in the attic and I, being 13 at the time, didn't think anything of it.

Like, when I was her age (we're seven years apart) I had imaginary friends. Since she didn't have any local friends to play with since everyone on our street was very old and there were no kids, it made sense. What didn't make sense is when I saw Mister Eyeblock on morning at the foot of my bed.

Yes, that's very right. I saw my sister's imaginary friend at the foot of my bed. She never told me what he looked like, but I knew. He was grey, and bulbous with pulsating veins with a big single large eye that peeked over the edge of my bed before dropping to the floor. I screamed, I was terrified.

It was... I want to say both exotic and unnatural at the same time. I'd never seen anything like that in person before, and of course it reflected from me very well. My bones felt like they were shaking and the scream had my mom and sister rushing into my room to see if I'd fallen and hurt myself or something.

All I could do was point at my sister after I realized they couldn't see anything on the floor of my room. I asked her, "Sister! What does Mister Eyeblock look like?!"

She told me, and that just had me leap out of the bed and rush them out of my room and I shut the door. I was raving with fear as I explained to my mom about what I saw and motioning to my sister with each description of what she told us what Eyeblock looked like.

My mom decided to keep me home from school that day, and we spent the day salting the house and praying because whatever Mister Eyeblock was, he was no longer *just* an imaginary friend.

I've lived in a few other haunted houses since then, but this was my first official encounter, but not the wildest. If anyone wants more I'll be more than happy to reply with another encounter.

Also yes, we never went into any other parts of houses our other landlords after this one told us not to go into. We learned out lesson.

Username: RSkyeD

My school was built on an abandoned insane asylum. It was so crazy that some people are convinced that the Eagles made "Hotel California" after the place (which I'm pretty sure isn't true). They kept all the buildings, renovated some of them, the rest are still abandoned. Very interesting to observe.

My first experience with paranormal was more weird than scary. My second time entering an abandoned building, we walked around the perimeter of the building (they still have workers in there sometimes) and not a car was in sight, all lights were off inside, etc. No signs of life.

We were able to enter the building and walk around in the hallways, observing papers all thrown to the floor. We entered a hallway where they had the solitary confinement I believe, due to the doors being thick solid metal, yet they seemed like they were thrown to the floor aswell. Just added to the creepiness.

You know how I said all the lights were off? Not anymore. We observed a light turned on in the hallway. No sounds of shuffling papers (which should've happened due to the papers everywhere), no sign of people. Then a sudden chill went through our spines, and we turned the fuck around and left.

The second experience was the scariest of them all. I was extremely baked with some buddies of mine. we wanted to smoke some cigarettes, but the only place permitted to is directly off campus. Our campus is 20 mins from any town, just surrounded by strawberry fields and hills.

At 2:30 AM, We walked off campus with our pack of stoges (cigarettes). The friend I was with wanted to record a podcast. Something he'd been doing for about a few weeks. I was totally into it, had done one with him prior, and I thought it was really fun.

So he started it, and what he typically has done is have the guest speaker say what we currently see. So we began to describe the location. Strawberry fields to our right, an odd light in the distance shining onto a Porta potty, a small road between us and the field.

The campus is to our left, with a field behind us with a closed gate. We Bagan to talk about how scary our campus looks and we began to question the idea of spirits. I can't remember if I spoke about my first experience or not, how intoxicated iw as during it I can't remember the little details of anything but what's about to happen.

We heard a whistle from the field. Not a birds, cuz it's 2:30 in the morning. not a humans, because again, it's 2:30 AM. No one ever is at the field past 5:00 PM. We went quiet. Sort of scared how coincidental that was, talking about the spookiness of the area, then an unexplained whistle minutes later.

My friend who started the recording was a bit concerned, but I wasn't. Not because I'm some bad ass or anything, I just was trying to convince myself it was a bird. But then the gate to the field began to move aswell. No wind to move it, no person either. Trees aren't blowing. Now we're scared. We were all trying to convince each other whether or not it was a spirit. We rambled back and forth, then I jokingly asked quietly:

"if there's a spirit out here..." couldn't think of anything that could convince us its not a coincidence
"clap three times" my friend interrupted. We paused for a few seconds to listen. Then from the field:
*clap*
*clap*
Back to back. We stared at each other in fear
*clap*

Three claps. The distance the claps originated from was too faint for how quiet we asked the question. We bolted back to campus all of us running until we ran out of breath. I gotta say I almost shat myself. I ran into some fraternity brothers and we told them the whole thing.

One walked away mid story cuz he has a fear of the paranormal, the other said I was insane and didn't want to hear any more of it. We went back to the original location where the clap came from. No one in sight.

I had to hurry up the story because I'm about to fly on a plane to Denver. There's more to discuss but we're getting ready to board. Wish I could explain the rest

Username: TheBone_Zone

I was up in Prince George, BC two months ago visiting an a old friend and stayed at his place. He owns a heritage home in a historical neighbourhood where many of the houses were built in the 40s and 50s.

The guest bedroom where I slept was located at the end of a hallway and the bed faced the door. This meant I had could see right down the hall towards the stairs from bed. Two small table lamps kept the hallway lit and were kept on at night for safety reasons.

The first night was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary happened on the second night either. On the third night I was in bed streaming Netflix on my laptop and waiting for my friend to return from work. I had the bedroom door open and the two hallway lamps were on as usual.

I was totally engrossed in my show, but I looked up from my screen at one point and saw a smoky, almost humanoid shape slowly drift up the stairs and make its way down the hall in my direction. It was hazy and translucent and I could see both lamps dully shining right through it. The "head" was amorphous, but I remember vaguely making out shoulders and arms. The "legs" stopped at the lower thigh/knees and sorta tapered into nothing.

I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me since they had been glued to a screen for the better part of the hour and the hallway was dimly lit, after all. So I got out of bed for a closer look because, in retrospect, I was obviously insane for not slamming the door shut and jumping out the window.

It's also worth mentioning that as I was contemplating getting my soul eaten by a shadow person, it was slowly shuffling/floating towards my room. I got within a metre or so of it before I stuck my arm out to touch the blob when it "dissipated" (for the lack of a better word). It didn't vanish like \*poof\*! It was like popping a smoke-filled balloon, except the "smoke" cleared up a lot quicker with no lingering traces.

I had no clue why I did what I did, but I noticed at once the area was where the shadow blob "stood" before I poked it like the Pillsbury Dough Boy was very cold. My friend kept his house warmed to a toasty 20-odd degrees Celsius and my hand felt like it had been in a freezer. Fingertips even felt numb.

In any case, I remember very calmly closing my laptop, grabbing my coat and my set of keys, running down the hall, down the stairs, and out the door to wait at Subway for my buddy. I didn't tell him why I wasn't back at the house, but I did ask him nonchalantly the following morning before I left if he had ever experienced anything odd at his place. He said, "no", and asked me why and I just said something lame about how I always imagined old houses being haunted.

Username: Eurymedion

I never believed in this kind of stuff until I was 18. My parents, younger sister, and I had moved from California to Texas and the house we rented was a nice 2 story home in a slightly older neighborhood. It was the middle of a hot Texas summer, and one night I woke up at 3:33 am to a room so cold I could see my breath and there was a putrid smell.

I thought it was weird how cold it was but I chalked it up to my dad's habit of cranking the A/C up when he went to bed. As for the smell it was only there for a minute or two then was gone. After cracking my bedroom window to let in a little heat I went back to bed. But then the same thing happened the next night. I awoke at 3:33 am to a freezing room and a putrid smell.

And again the next night, and the next, and the next. For two weeks this went on. It was so strange that I had started changing my sleeping schedule so the I was fully awake at night/early morning and slept through the day. But it still happened. Same time and same symptoms every single night.

Then one night I had fallen asleep around 1 am. I had a dream, or a nightmare really, of a large dark figure whispering my name and saying something I couldn't make out. I kept asking it to speak louder but it wouldn't. I then screamed at it and it spoke. I heard it clear as a bell. It said I was going to die.

Then it dawned on me that I didn't dream what I had heard. I had actually heard it. I awoke in a panic to a frigid room with an over-bearing smell or rotting meat. My clock read 3:33 am and I could feel that someone was in my room at the foot of my bed.

An immense sense of dread rushed over me as this looming darkness seemed to take over my room. I scrambled to my light switch to see what was in my room but when the light snapped on there was nothing. The dark, smell, and cold had dissipated. I didn't sleep well after that.

So this went on for a few months; I stopped sleeping at night, I kept a light on, and my tv blaring so I couldn't hear that thing tell me I was going to die. Then one night my parents went out and left me to baby sit my sister. It was around midnight and all the lights in the house were off save for my sister whose bedroom light was on but the door closed.

I had come back upstairs from getting a drink and began walking down the hallway that had just enough light for me to see. As I walked down the hallway I glanced up just briefly then back towards the floor. But I stopped. It dawned on me that I saw something when I glanced up.

I looked up again and there in the dim light in the hallway was a grotesque figure with long crooked limbs, a contorted torso bent backwards and a head attached to a neck turned around. It looked at me with glowing red coals for eyes and it whispered my name.

I dropped my cup and then it lunged forward at me down the hall. I scrambled backwards to try and get the light switch by the stairs; I could see it getting closer to me and I had leaped for the light switch and began to fall down the stairs backwards. Luckily I had caught the banister.

As I pulled myself up and climbed the stairs I realized that it was gone. I went to my sister's room and asked her if she had heard anything and if she was okay. She said she didn't hear anything and that she was just playing the sims.... After that night everything stopped. No more cold room, no more waking up at 3:33 am, no smell, no whispers. Now I am 26, and live in California again.

But I have noticed that it is starting again. A month or so ago I woke up at 3:33 am to a smell and someone whispering my name. The only difference now is that my Salem Witching Bottle, I bought shortly after that encounter in the hallway, is cracked. I know this all sounds crazy.

No one I have told this to believes me, but... I can't shake this fear and dread I have because of it. I don't know what to do or why it's happening....

Username: LvValo

I do not believe in ghosts or paranormal activity. I have never lived in and currently do not live in a "haunted" house. At these houses, nothing that could even be considered as unexplained has ever happened.

I grew up in New Orleans for the first half of my life, arguably one of the most "haunted" cities in North America. Despite these 200 year old homes I grew up in during my adolescence, I still remained firm in my disbelief.

Initial beliefs began as "God says ghosts aren't real, and he and his angels protect me" and eventually graduated to "God and ghosts aren't real, and science and her wisdom will protect me." However, around 2011 I had an apartment in rural Ohio that some strange things happened in, and one particularly bizarre experience that I am still taking suggestions as to what may have happened.

It was located in the downtown of my small city, a lower 1 bedroom apartment I shared with my best friend during my freshman year of college. It was an older building, but not historical - 3 units all together. There was always door-openings, creakiness, noises etc.

My superstitious roommate let her mind run wild, saying she would hear someone 'whisper' her name, the doors swinging, and recalled times where "something" was following her and her sister their whole lives. I didn't perpetuate that delusion, and I would dissuade her from this.

The upstairs neighbors were nocturnal self-proclaimed gypsies (as indicated by a novelty bumper-sticker on their mini-van). I am told they practiced witchcraft and read tarot and fortunes, and they very rarely ever left the house. The landlord expressed her wariness but her willingness as they paid rent on time for the past 8 or so years.

It was established from the beginning that they were 'loud' - not a rare occurrence from your upstairs tenants in these old remodeled duplexes. I easily accredited any and all noise and happenings to the old foundation shifting from us all living in one building, and never once did I feel otherwise. In fact, I found their noise to provide company in my long nights at home.

I had a friend house sit, who told me that they had to leave during the day once, as there was an overwhelming panic that set in as they were browsing the internet. When I asked if I should call the police, they explained that it wasn't that kind of situation - it was like something didn't want them there. I rolled my eyes.

This was a grown ass man in the middle of a bright summer day. Another claim was that the cat would stare off in a daze at something or 'someone' that wasn't there. I assured them that cats are just *like that*, and this was all being blown out of proportion.

Everyone began to feel similarly and chatter about a strange presence in my home and that the gypsies were opening spiritual thresholds that shouldn't be opened, clearly egging one another on in panic. I refused to entertain them. They accused me of being too dense to feel presences or energies of the paranormal. I suggested them to smoke less weed.

However, something strange happened during one of my days home. The gypsies were quiet, as their days were spent sleeping. The sun was shining through my tall windows' sheer curtains in my vaulted-ceiling living room. I was quietly doing schoolwork on my laptop.

I was listening to music from it, when it suddenly stopped. I clicked back to my YouTube page, and before I could toggle the pause/play, 4 random white 'orbs' appeared in random spots on my laptop monitor and slowly increased in size, enveloping the screen.

It happened the same way your laptop screen displaces pressure around your finger when you press on it. I realized at as the orbs grew to engulf my monitor, my laptop was making a high pitched shrieking noise which grew louder and louder until my entire monitor was bright white and computer screaming louder than I ever knew it could. This lasted for maybe 5 seconds, all very sudden, and then boom, it all happened at once.

My laptop suddenly cut off to black and silent. In that very moment, the pantry door behind me in the kitchen slammed open, along with the stove and the fridge door. I couldn't look behind me because in front of me, wall decorations were thrown hard across the room, including a decorative metal cross my mother gifted me.

My friend's diploma was also tossed, far across the room, and flew to hit the opposite wall - about 15 horizontal feet at least. I panicked, let my laptop drop to the floor and sprinted to my front door and out to the side walk. I stared in to the open door of my home, and it took me at least 20 minutes to collect the courage to go back inside and at least get my phone to call someone.

I slowly walked in and carefully moved items back to their places, and closed the kitchen door and appliances. The pantry door slammed so hard, it dented the plastic trashcan behind it in. I tried to keep a logistic mindset - did a perimeter check for intruders, checked the outlet from my laptop for defects, listened carefully to see if the neighbors had woken and moved things around - nothing.

I booted my laptop back up, fully functional and it never did anything like that again. Checked Facebook for any sonic boom reports, gas line explosions, anything, something. The cat was in the bedroom staring out in to the living room as usual, not hissing or panicking.

That was the only time something like that happened to me, and I don't like talking about it. I moved out of that apartment some 6 months later, and I am still at a loss for what happened.

I still don't believe in the paranormal or 'thresholds' or any occult shit having real tangible effects on the natural world. I will admit though that had never seen anything 'fly' off of the walls like that with such force or unnatural movement. I didn't tell my landlord about it and I didn't tell my roommate about her diploma.

Username: PrincessaPoison

I lived in a haunted house from 2008 to 2013; my husband’s childhood home. He told me a ton of stories over the years, but living there was something else. Ever since I was little, I thought it would be cool to live in a haunted house. It wasn’t.

No matter the time of day, I never felt comfortable in the house. There was always this pressure or like a sense of being watched all the time. It would be like in the corner of a room or stand at the end of our bed some nights.

Most of the activity was concentrated up on the second floor, but there would be times weird shit would happen on the ground floor. Most of the time, they were “the moving shadows”. I would be going about the house cleaning or whatever and then at corner of my eye, I would see something tall and dark pass behind me. I’d look and there would be no one around, but it would freak me out.

I still remember a specific time when my husband and I were clearing old junk from the breezeway of the house when I heard him call for me from the garage. He said he saw a shadow and followed it, finding a box waiting in the garage.

So, we opened the box and it was this old black book that belonged to his grandfather that was about demons and witches. Kept the book, still have it. There was the usual stuff that would happen.

Doors would open and shut on their own, so I would think my husband, his dad or his brother had come home only to find no one was home. Things would disappear from one room, so I’d ask it to give it back only to find it in a weird place, like right where I sit at the dinner table or right out in the open waiting for me.

The activity would ramp up later in the year. That’s when the really creepy stuff happened, like the footsteps that would run up and down the halls upstairs or the sound of chairs on the second floor being moved across the floor. The worst was the voices.

There was one time I remembered my husband and I just sitting in the living room talking about whatever happened to him at work, and suddenly we hear a child's laugh upstairs. There was no one else in the house with us at the time and I just remembered just the freaked-out look we gave each other before deciding to leave and just get out of the house that day.

Other times, we would wake up in the middle of the night because we heard voices arguing in the living room, but when we’d check, it would be dead silent.

My husband came to reason that the ghost is his grandfather just watching over the house since he used to live upstairs until his death. We never figured out who the child was, but we put them in the category of “the inside ghosts”. I also found that there seemed to be a particular place where there was a ton of weird energy lined up with a particular wall of one of the bedrooms (one where both my husband and his brother had seen a "corridor" when they were children) and the closet upstairs (which had freaked out a priest that had tried to bless the house several years prior).

Unfortunately, my husband's father died upstairs as well, we continued to hear his voice upstairs right up until the day we sold the house and moved. He's probably still there too.

There were also "the outside ghosts” that were in the woods behind the house too. Avoided them like the plague. I have a ton of other experiences I'd love to tell someday. Some of the ones my husband had were far creepier than mine. We definitely don't miss it.

I like going to sleep and not having to worry that I would wake up to a shadow standing at the end of the bed. I like not needing to run down the hallway the second the lights turn off because that thing in the corner watching me decided to start moving. In short, I don't recommend living in one if you can help it.

Username: arcanacrossbone

I'm a little late to the party so here's to hoping this doesn't get buried, or even if it does maybe it'll find an afterlife......

Alright off to a bad start, but quite some time ago my aunt and uncle were living in a large house and decided that they were too old to take care of it. We were looking for a larger house ourselves so we moved in. It was myself, my mother, my grandmother, my great aunt and her son, my cousin.

To provide a little context, it wasnt by any means an old house compared to the other houses in this thread. A couple spent their life savings to build their dream house and lived many a happy years in it. They grew old in the house until the husband passed away, so the wife sold it and that's where my aunt and uncle came into the picture.

Now my uncle would always say the house was haunted and that was one of the reasons he wanted to move. He used to have a hospital bed in the living room that he slept in while my aunt slept upstairs (3 story house with a basement) I vividly remember him telling us stories and warning us to be careful at night because "a shadow man goes up and down the stairs when it gets dark out"

So going in to the place we were kind of weary of what might be there but we never told my cousin because he was younger and we didnt want to scare him. Although it didn't take long for him to find out, the very first night we were there something very strange happened.

He was downstairs on the bottom floor (The whole floor was smaller than the other 2 and we had our bedrooms down there) and we were on the middle floor watching tv. We heard the door downstairs open and shut, which we figured was him going out to the garage to get something to drink.

Fast forwards a bit and he comes upstairs and asks us where "the old guy went" Which we were confused by of course so he went on to explain that some older looking dude came in the door and watched him play video games from the doorway.

When he disappeared he figured he had come upstairs. Now there are no lack of stories I could tell you guys about what all happened, being so many of us in that house for numerous years, but I'll tell you the two times that had me scared out of my mind.

It was one cold December morning and I was the only one in the house. The women were all gone out of town for the day and my cousin was at his mothers in a different town. I was on the bottom floor playing madden when I paused the game to text.

Now for a little more context, all the floors in the house were wooden and would creak when walked across at certain spots but the stairs were extra noisy. So sitting there alone on the ground floor, I hear the staircase start to creak (not the one coming to the ground floor or I would have hauled ass but the one going from the top floor to the middle) I sit there listening and very distinctly hear the sound of someone walking down those rickety stairs, one step at a time and very slowly.

The sound of their footsteps when they reached the bottom were very clear and they proceeded to walk from the stairs to a couch we had in the living room and sat down on it. The scariest part of this whole thing was how distinct each sound was, now it wasnt an oddity for the house to creak in the colder months but each sound was so damn distinct and with deliberation.

I mean even the couch, which was old, gave out its distinct sound of air being pushed out of the cushions when someone sat on it. It wasnt even that scary an encounter! I mean it was just something walking but sitting there and hearing it, each step sent a shiver up my spine.

Now this story is something I've told very few people. For the period of several months I switched bedrooms with my grandmother because she just had knee surgery and couldn't make her way up the stairs to the top floor. So the room I was sleeping in was like the master bedroom with an attached bathroom.

Now this bathroom was something else, there was a short, dark hallway lined with closets that separated it from the bedroom and it had one solitary window. Now this window was in the kind of spot where it never got direct sunlight, no matter what time of day you were in the bathroom is was always dark and dingy.

And now it was an extremely nice bathroom too, updated with a beautiful walk in shower that no one used. Which is not an exaggeration, we all lived in that house for years and that shower got used less than a handful of times, no one wanted to be in there longer than necessary, it gave out a weird vibe.

Every night I would use the bathroom as fast as I could and brush my teeth so I could get the hell out of there. Now one important aspect that I've not mentioned yet is that the entire wall above the sink was a mirror.... yeah so one night I'm brushing my teeth and I bend over to spit and when I look back up there is a figure directly behind me in the mirror, I scream and turn around as fast as I can and for a split second I see a black figure like thing right there, right in front of my face.

By the time my eyes had adjusted, it was gone. The whole thing probably hardly took more than a second but that feeling of fear and anxiety and just dread is something I'll never forget. That was the last time I ever used that bathroom, got my toothbrush the next day and used a bathroom downstairs each night after that.

Everyone who lived there had some kind of story they took away with them, from seeing shadows walking up and down walls to sleep paralysis. As far as I know though the first night we were there and that night in the bathroom were the only times someone saw an actual figure.

Freaky place, to everyone who says they want to live in a haunted house, just dont. Not worth it, fun to visit but when you're explaining how there are toothpaste stains up to the ceiling on a mirror in the bathroom months after the fact, you're like yeah this kind of sucks y'know?

Username: Cornbreadjo

This story takes places over almost two decades so it’s a bit long. My aunt tells this story about when her son was young he used to have an imaginary friend named “Bobby”. Well he and bobby used to sit on the floor and play with toys and talk and laugh. Naturally my aunt thought nothing of it (of course she only heard her son), he got older and forgot about Bobby, and life went on.

Well they had a second child and when she was around the same age of having imaginary friends she decided to get one too. And yes his name was Bobby as well. This is when my aunt started to worry a bit. Neither she nor my uncle had mentioned it to the daughter or the son, he wouldn’t have remembered that time anyway. They decided to leave it alone though as no harm was being done and it seemed innocent enough.

So she too grows out of it and forgets about Bobby. They are both in school now and everything is back to normal. Soon however, things get interesting. My aunt would come home before the kids did from school and toys that had been put away had now been moved onto the floor as if someone were playing with them. Cabinet doors were open, dog food was scattered over the house, blankets and pillows had been placed in new locations etc.

One night after this had been going on for a few weeks my aunt was in bed ready to go to sleep. She turned of the tv and closed her eyes. A few moments later the tv turned back on. Not really paying it much attention she turned it back off and tried to sleep again.

A second or two after, same thing, the tv came back on. So she decided to try a little experiment. She sat up in the bed and said in a very motherly but stern voice, “Bobby, it’s time for bed, turned the tv off.” Her and my uncle, now awake, watched the tv go out right in front of them.

She’s tells this story all the time and has had frequent encounters with Bobby over the years. She isn’t scared or anything by him and sometimes just talks to him when she’s home alone. Now I thought this was a good story but being somewhat skeptical I took it with a grain of salt. My aunt or uncle had no reason to lie about the things they saw but I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it, until I house sat for them for two weeks in the summer.

So I’ll try and keep this brief because it’s already gone on long enough but I had two encounters with Bobby that totally changed my mind on the whole afterlife thing. First night, I got to the house and everything was cool.

Normal house sitting things and watching tv. I went upstairs to use the head and as I was washing my hands, the doorknob jiggled as if someone were coming in to the bathroom. I don’t know why I locked the door in an empty house, habit I guess, but I’m glad I did. If that door would’ve swung open and if I had any shit left in me it would’ve been in my pants just then.

Anyway, I waited a few seconds and opened the door but of course no one was there. Then I checked around, locked the place up, and went home to my place, trying to not think about it.

The next night I’m there just watching tv again with the dog and he must be used to this stuff because he didn’t even bat an eye when the cabinet doors started opening and slamming. I came unglued.

About every three minutes these cabinets would slam and I started to panic a bit. I’m not easily scared but from hearing my aunt’s stories and then actually being there during these shenanigans was a little bit much for me. I eventually work up the courage to do something and I say “Bobby it’s only me here, you’ve seen me come here for a long time and I’m not here to bother you.

Please stop slamming the cabinets buddy.” No more cabinet slams. I leave the house and tell Bobby I’ll see him tomorrow. Next day I say hey Bobby just checking on things, won’t be here long blah blah blah. Never had anything else happen. But boy oh boy that was a long week.

So yeah sorry that went a bit long but I was bored and felt like telling a story. Let me know if you guys enjoyed it and thanks.

Username: brushburn18

I don’t know if I ever experienced anything while living in these houses, but I would have dreams about rooms from various places I lived in that were haunting.

The first house I lived in (from the ages of 7-14) was a modest two-story with four bedrooms upstairs. My parents had the master, I had a room, and my sister had a room. The remaining room was the “computer room” with a bed for any guests as well. At some point while living there, I became “spooked” by the spare room. There was something just not right about it, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. My sister didn’t like it either, and it was directly across from her room.

It wasn’t until we moved out that I began having strange dreams about that room. Most of them would be about how I would go into the room, and attempt to turn on the lights, but the bulbs were burnt out. Upon trying to leave the room, I could never make it through the threshold. Something was keeping me in the room. This was a recurring dream.

The next house I lived in was a decent two-story, also with four bedrooms upstairs, but also a bedroom in the basement. Being the angsty teenager that I was, I took the basement room. While living there, I never experienced anything out of the ordinary (although we were pretty sure my brothers room upstairs was haunted, but I’ll get back to that later).

It wasn’t until I moved out for college that I began having dreams, just like the ones about the spare room, but about my basement room. It was always the same. I’d walk downstairs and go to my room. When I’d attempt to turn the lights on, they were out. When I’d make for the door, I could never get through the threshold.
I would try with all my might, but something kept me from making it through every time. I could feel the resistance, as if there was some kind of barrier keeping me in the room. I would have this dream so often, that I knew what I was walking into when it’d happen.

I knew the dream well. It became almost an exercise. I fought to get out of that room countless times, and I was actually gaining strength in these dreams. I remember I had built up so much strength, that in one dream, I nearly made it through the threshold, half my body was through, but I would inevitably be pulled back.

Since that house, I’ve lived in dorms, apartments, and other houses but have yet to experience any similar dreams about them. Not to mention that I went to a haunted college (Ohio University in Athens, OH), lived in a haunted dorm, and lived in a college house that had a crematorium in the basement. Despite all the possibilities of being haunted, I never was except in my dreams.

Back to the bit about my brother, and to make this post just a bit longer, my whole family believed his room was haunted. He was a baby, then, and I’m not too sure on the details of why or what was experienced in that room.

Of the 7 years we lived there, he only slept in that room for the first. I believe he was generally more fussy in that room, and my mom had a bad feeling about it. Her feeling was so bad, that she actually brought a pastor to the house to christen and cleanse the room of any bad spirits. My brother never slept in that room again, though.

Username: yoursnoketheorysux

Growing up, wouldn't say the house was haunted per se, I just think I had paranormal sensitivity, as they say sometimes children do.Quite a few things happened to me.Oldest/First I can remember, was I was laying in bed one night, I was just trying to go to bed.

I was staring out my open door into the hallway and happened to glance at what appeared to be a woman in a wedding dress walk past my door.From them on, as I aged up, things just got more and more active. I wouldn't say any of it ever scared me but it did annoy the shit out of me lmao. First came the bathroom door opening and shutting on its own. I'm talking full on SLAMMING. "It's just a wind current!" you might say. Didn't matter what the weather conditions were like, time of day, none of that.

After I finally told the entity to leave and all activity stop, this particular door doesn't move. Nothing has changed in this bathroom or in any other part of the house. No new doors, no new windows, not even a new front door. All the same.Next, came me hearing my name being called.

I'd hear someone calling my name from another room, from outside, etc. I'd ask my mom what she wanted and she wouldn't know what I was talking about. It almost always sounded like a woman calling me.Then, came shit falling off the top of the fridge.

My parents used to store boxed snacks like crackers and cereal on the top of the fridge. I'd be home alone and the amount of times shit loudly thunked off the top of that thing. Eventually it just got annoying and I'd sigh and go pick it up and say "Yeah real funny" lol.The MOST annoying one was turning my music up and down.

I used to play CDs while showering and also in my room, and god damned if both those radios didn't turn volume up and down. I'm not talking a little flux either. It was WAY UP and WAY DOWN and everywhere in between.

When I looked at it, it'd stop. Didn't matter what CD, etc.Eventually I got so tired of it I tried the ol "Tell it to leave out loud" thing. Two times I did. And after the second time, literally all of this stopped. All of it.

My cousin when he was a baby, saw all kinds of shit too. My aunt lives in a farm house that she rents, the old owner (the current owners' father) got killed in the barn when a cow kicked one of the gates in one of the barn pens (its still there) and hit the guy in the head.

He was taking a bath, my aunt stepped into the kitchen around the corner to grab something and he started screaming bloody murder. He was only a toddler at this time and she worried he was being hurt, she rushed back to him falling all over himself trying to get out of the tub saying "THEY'RE TRYING TO GET IN WITH ME!" claiming a bunch of people were in there with him trying to enter the tub.

Top creepiest one, and I hand on the bible witnessed this. We were in the backyard, between the barn and the house. My aunt was mowing the lawn, I was sitting on the swing set. My cousin was riding one of those little battery powered 4 Wheelers.

I was watching him while my aunt cut the grass. He was happily driving around. All of a sudden he stopped. Like, just stopped. Stared, then stood. He calmly walked towards my aunt and got her attention. She stopped and asked him what was up, and he said the "man with the black bag over his head" was scaring him.

There was no one around. They have a couple neighbors but no one was out, I was sitting right there. It was really bizarre. He seems to have "aged out" of seeing things too, though, much like me.

Username: Morti_Macabre

My mother swears our house is haunted, but she insists it’s by past family members. When I was around six, my little brother was around three, and a new room was being added to the house. It was up three floors, so pretty high. My brother had just moved out of my room, and this was going to be the new room for him. Most of the room had been completed but a small hole in the wall, around the size of a window. My mom would always yell at him because he’d begun jumping on his bed and running around all the time. My mother, him, construction dude, and I are all in there and my brother comes running in. He’s fuckin’ around and bouncing off the bed, and lands awkwardly. He falls backwards a bit, and I swear to god he falls and then stands upright where he was about to fall to his death, and then falls forward, like someone lunged him up. He could hardly walk, and had no balance.

About five years later, we come home from vacationing and notice that all our smoke detectors are on the ground. Nothing missing, broken, or disturbed, aside from these smoke alarms. My father noticed that the batteries were all fried, so he changed them again.

A week later, that house would burn down. We were on the third of four floors— had it not been for the smoke detectors, our basement (where the fire began) would’ve burnt up through the whole house and killed us.

During reconstruction of the house, occurred what made me finally believe my mother just a slight bit. The house was ruined, holes in the floor, but my mother is so attached due to the familial and childhood nostalgia that she pumped tons of moms for restoration.

Anyhow, it took a year and a half for them to reconstruct the entire house, and they’d always have their radios and beers for their breaks. Thing is, the house had no electricity until it was restored, so the radio was often useless.

One day I go with my parents to see the house— it’s been about three weeks since any of us had even been in town. The workers are walking us through the house (again, no electricity), and the radio comes on, unplugged, not wireless, just flips on and begins playing my cousin’s radio show.

We live on the Indiana/Ohio border and he’s in Michigan, so we never get that signal. His last name is Smith though, just like the rest of my family that my mother swears inhabits the house. My mother’s freaking out and the worker explains that the radio would turn on some days, but at that exact time, right as Cousin Smith would introduce himself. My mom started crying something crazy lmao.

My mother always mentioned how her dog used to sit and wait for my grandfather to come home from the police station each day, around 7pm. He passed on New Years Day of 2015, but my childhood pup was still with me in the house. I started noticing that she would lie in front of the door, and then get really excited randomly, around 7pm. She did this until she passed. /:

Username: Lilbits417

I was living in a haunted appartment if this counts too. I remember a lot of strange things happening, someone calling my name when nobody was around, things moving or strange noises or wispers. But once incident when I was around four really took the cake.

My mom, my older sister and me were alone one weekend because my dad was on a trip with our next door neighbor who was a close family friend. My sister and I were woken by my mom in the night, she was shaking and could barely speak and wanted us to follow her.

I remember hearing a faint thumping sound that grew louder and louder the further she took us. It sounded like someone trying to smash somethiing... I just was confused and did not know what happend. When we reached the livingroom she wanted us to sit on the couch but I wanted to know what was going on.

So when she went to the front door me and my sister followed her and this was where the sound came from. The door was shaking like it was struck by someone repeatedly trying to get in. Thank god that we had a safety door that was really hard to break, but at some time it would give in.

My mom was shouting things like: We have nothing.. go away there is nothing for you to gain here... and stuff like that. She was more scared then I ever saw her and that scared me more that the shaking door. I just could stand there looking at her and the door, waiting for the lock to finally give in.

When suddenly the doorbell rang and the light in the stairwell turned on. Once the lights came on everything was silent until we could her the footsteps of the policemen my mom called who came up the stairs.

There were four policemen, one stayed with us and asked my mom what was going down, the others tried to find the culprit. The thing is we were on the last floor of the building, the only appartments were ours and the one of the neighbor who was on the trip with my father.

Since we heard nobody go down the stairs and the police did not see anybody going up the only place for the culprit to hide was to go up to the attic. The police searched everywhere but turned up empty handed and did not really know what to do.

So two of them stayed with us and talked with my mom to calm her down and then just left. It was already dawn and my dad would come back in the evening so the police felt we were ok.

Later that day when my mom was cleaning she found a wax statue which belonged to my grandmother under the living room table with its head broken off. This was strange because my mom had put it on the top of the tv shelf and how it moved three meters from their and land on the floor without anyone touching it made no sense.

She was sad because she loved the statue. A few days later she remembered that she forgot something important which she may not should have. Because the night of the incident was the first anniversary of my grandmothers death.

My mom forgot it, did not put any flowers on the grave or anything else to honor my grandma. Who btw always told her once she passes on she will come knocking on my moms door to tell her that she is ok. After 32 years I am still not sure what to make of all this.

Username: Voodoodolly99

I will preface this by saying that I don't usually believe in spirits in ghosts, but the house that I am living in now has convinced me otherwise. For some background, I messaged the people who lived in the house before me, who named the spirit "Loretta" and claim that she used to do innocent things like turn lights on or off or open/close doors. They also said that a family with three girls lived there before they did and they mentioned events like this happening to them as well.

I am a 22-year-old girl and live with two 21-year-old girls (A and K). The day I moved into this house, I had a card holder for my cell phone sitting on a storage unit and it flipped itself onto the floor from this flat surface 3 times. My roommate A, who owns the house, told Loretta to leave me alone and it stopped for the day.

Since moving in, these events have gotten more frequent and serious. We hear footsteps, like a women wearing heels, on the stairs. I am the only one who lives on the first floor, where most of the activity is centered. I have heard noises from the kitchen like someone doing dishes and found no one is home, and we've heard the floor creak like someone is walking across it, as well as hearing the oven shut when everyone else was in bed.

The biggest events were one night when my roommate K and I were up watching Youtube videos, before turning it off and going to bed. At 4 am, I woke up to the TV blaring and I went out to yell at A and K and tell them to go to bed, only to be startled to see the TV on with no one else around. The remote was sitting right where I left it when I went to bed. I've tested it since, and someone would have had to both turn the TV on and start the video for it to play.

Lastly, last night, my roommate A is gone for the weekend and my roommate K was in bed. I heard noise from the kitchen, like someone dropping a bunch of dishes. The noise lasted for about 20 seconds and the whole time I was thinking that K is an idiot who can't hold onto a pan to save her life.

After a minute, I didn't hear any footsteps, so I texted her and asked, "Are you downstairs?" She texts me back right away, "That wasn't you making that noise??" Both of us were freaked out, and I didn't leave my room again before I went to bed.

In the morning, I was waking up and playing on my phone when I heard something else fall over. I texted K again, and she said she heard it distantly too. She came downstairs and we went into the kitchen, both surprised to see that only my metal water bottle was on the floor. I

It's extremely unlikely it fell off the counter on its own since it was propped upside down to dry the way I leave it most nights. We both agree that the noises we heard were much louder than whatever only a water bottle could make.

The other noise was a shampoo bottle falling over in the shower, which also didn't make since as none of us had been in there in at least 10 hours. **I propped my water bottle up again, moving it to make sure it was secure and tapping and hitting it from different angles to make sure that it couldn't have just slipped on its own.**

K and I went back into the living room and we were discussing what happened. We had been chatting for a few minutes when we heard the water bottle go crashing to the floor again while we talk about ‘Loretta’. We agreed that this was not a coincidence and that the water bottle absolutely could not have fallen on its own.

Username: nikesoccer4

My parents got divorced the year I was graduating from college, and my mom moved into another house about 5 minutes from the one I grew up in. I spent the summer at my dads house before moving back up to the Bay Area (this all went down in LA and I was going to school in the Bay Area). I was 1 day away from driving back up, and I took an entire duffle bag of laundry over to my moms to see the new house (and an excuse use the laundry facilities).

It was late afternoon when I showed up and no one was home - there was a note left saying they all went out to grab an early dinner and to hang out and they'd be back soon. My little brother was still living with my mom and he had a new tricked out PC with Quake on it (this was mid nineties, and divorce victims get lots of gifts).

So I started doing the laundry, fire up the wash. 20 minutes of Quake, swap wash to dryer, new load in wash, etc. and repeat. There was a little bathroom that I walked by between the laundry room and my brothers, and every time I walked by the light was on.

Being a recent college grad, I was obsessed with turning off lights in rooms unused. But by the third or fourth trip I thought "WTF?" and then just blew it off - old house but new occupant, clearly they are still screwing with the electrical, and not a big deal.

It was in between the walk from the laundry to the bedroom, I heard the jangling of the gym equipment in a room at the back of the house. Not working out noises, but the weights shifting around, support bars lightly jangling.

I was in the house alone and now it was dusk. I yelled "Hello? Hello? You guys home?" No one answered and it stopped. My skin all of a sudden TOTALLY CRAWLED (like it is now actually), and I turned around in my tracks, went into the laundry room to start packing all my folded cloths into the duffle and just get the fuck out, and I had my back to the door - all of a sudden that feeling that someone is about to hit you, or is rushing right up behind you, took over and I spun in my tracks bracing myself, terrified - no one there. But I could vividly feel it.

I got OUT and didn't come back for about 1 month when I was back in LA. I was speaking to an older woman who was a friend of my mom and was living in the house as emotional support. I told her the story and she just smiled and said "The spirit comes to those who are troubled to let you know that it's there and knows. Has happened to your mom twice and she was told about it in a dream."

I guess I was having a tough time processing my parents being divorced after 25 years of marriage. My sisters friend had an encounter in the house when she lived there for 2 months (baskets flew off the wall) bc she was bummed her nutty professor parents moved to Europe and left her in LA alone, and my brother in law woke up with the guest room doors banging because he was stressed out about studying for the bar. I now fully believe in ghosts - or weird spirit energy anyway.

Username: mulls

I'm Native American and grew up on a reservation in South Dakota. I have a handful of unexplainable stories from my time there. The first one took place when I was young, 3-4 years old. We lived in a row of hud housing just outside of a small town and just like every other house we had a basement that was like a second living room.

It had a pool table a couch, tv, carpet and it was our preferred hang out spot. Every so often my dad would either wake me up late or let me stay up late and he would teach me to play pool while we listened to classic rock. Some of the best memories of my life.

One night we are down there playing pool just me and him while my Mother and sister slept in our parents bed because my sister had the flu. At about 1am me and my Dad hear two absolutely blood curdling screams and the most memorable part of this whole experience was the look of absolute terror on my father's face as he flew up the stairs.

Turns out that my mother woke up in the middle of the night to see a Native man in traditional clothing and with war paint on standing at the foot of her bed. Initially she said she was quite literally frozen with fear and couldn't even make a sound and that after a few seconds my sister woke up, saw the man and screamed which finally kick started my mom into screaming as well. My mom says that he very calmly turned and walked out of the room. By the time my father got there he was gone.

We lived in that house for about another year but the activity never stopped. A couple months later durring the day we had a similar incident, whole family is in the basement and hear a massive crash up stairs. We get up there to see all of the cupboards and drawers open and their contents thrown across the floor.

All the doors and windows to the house were locked and it was broad daylight so we know it wasn't an intruder. We tried blessing the house with priests and preachers, smudging, everything to get him to leave us alone but finally my Mother had enough and we moved.

The scariest part to me is that my mom ran the local Boys and Girls Club and one day while talking with a group of kids my mother figured out one of them lived in our old house and had also seen the man but he had said the man was trying to grab him

I have told people this and other stories from my time on the res and some believe them and others don't. These experiences profoundly effected my life and shaped the person I am. I love science and learning but at the end of the day I know there is a lot we can't explain and that until someone experiences something truly unexplainable no amount of stories or witnesses to those stories will change their mind.

Username: Hkaddict

I grew up in a house that has something. We don’t call it “haunted,” but everyone in the family knows that our house is different. There’s something off about it. Not off in a bad way, just unexplained things. My mom is a night owl, and growing up she used to stay up super late in the living room reading or watching tv. The house is a 2 story house, and my bedroom is on the second floor directly above the living room.

On countless occasions, my mom would pause the tv because she would hear the sound of music coming from upstairs. She would quietly walk to the bottom of the steps and just stand there in the dark listening. You could tell there was music, but you couldn’t quite make out the rhythm or any words with it.

Now I love music and growing up, I listened to the radio (my karaoke machine) a lot. So on nights I couldn’t sleep (or didn’t agree with my parents that it was time for bed), I’d sneak up and turn my radio back on to listen to music until I got sleepy.

So sometimes my mom would catch me, and so it lead her to believe it was me. Well, one night as I said, she stood at the bottom of the stairs in the dark listening for several minutes and HEARING music. She crept up the stairs on all fours quietly to try to catch me off guard in the act of sneaking up.

When she got to the top of the stairs, she saw (because I slept with my bedroom door open and one of those multi-color glass globe night lights) that I was fast asleep. And my brothers room across the hall from mine also had his door open, and she could hear him snoring.

She said as soon as she started ascending the stairs, the music abruptly stopped. She sat at the top of those steps for 30+ minutes to see if we were faking sleeping, and she said she got chills and freaked out because she knew it hadn’t been us.

On those late nights in the living room, she would also hear something loud being drug across my bedroom floor, and she would quietly creep up the steps to once again find that my brother and I were both passed out asleep.

One day, I vividly remember my mother and I were doing our usual annual clean-out-my-closet routine, getting rid of anything that I had outgrown to take to goodwill, and organizing what was left in my closet. We had spent close to 2 hours going through and reorganizing my closet.

Mind you, at the time, my brother was at football practice and my dad hadn’t gotten home from work yet, so it was just my mother and myself in the house. We went downstairs for about 30 minutes or so, and when I came back up to my room my jaw hit the floor.

I yelled for my mom to come see. EVERY. SINGLE. ARTICLE. OF. CLOTHING. had been pulled off of the clothes hangers and thrown into a massive pile in the middle of my bedroom floor about 4 feet out from the closet, and all the clothes hangers remained hanging in place on the rack in the closet.

My mom knew it hadn’t been me, because I had been downstairs with her and wouldn’t have had the time to grab all those clothes and throw them out of the closet. We joke to this day saying “I guess the ghost didn’t like the way we reorganized your closet,” or “I guess we donated some stuff that the ghost wasn’t ready to part with.”

So we cannot explain it. Things just happen there that make no logical sense. My husband and I actually just visited that house the other night (my parents still own it, it’s just vacant), to grab old Christmas decorations to bring back to our house we live in.

My husband made the passing joking comment “hey maybe I’ll find my missing glove we can’t find at home.” It recently snowed 10 inches where we live, and my husband was annoyed that one of his gloves was missing.

We walked through this house for 10-20 minutes going through all the closets and the attic to go through the Christmas decorations we wanted to bring back home. As we were heading up the stairs, I noticed 1 singular black glove resting on the railing at the bottom of the steps. It was his missing glove.

Username: moonlitmidna

My grandfather haunts my family’s beach house. It was his favorite house and as a southern doctor he would take off most summers and stay down there with his grand kids. When he was alive he was always a trickster, and just a sweet man in general.

I was his favorite grandson and I’m even named after him. Once he passed away the family pretty much stopped going down there since we have all either grown up and had busy lives or live across the country. Once we decided we were going to renovate it I went down with my gf to meet with contractors multiple times.

The first time we had a 6ft tall storm trooper balloon disappear out of the great room when all doors and windows were closed. My gf was convinced the house was haunted while I called bullshit, there must have been a logical explanation.

We left and came back the next weekend. My girlfriend walked in and greeted him saying “we are here Mr. P! “ and the. Walked into the great room and sat down and then I sat down before we unpacked. One thing I should mention is my grand father hated being called Mr instead of Dr when he was alive.

The louvered kitchen door opened on its own, slammed into the wall, and then slammed closed. I automatically tried to explain it away as the a/c turning on or a draft, but it wasn’t on yet and the House was sealed up.

That night my gf and I were watching a movie on an iPad on the table while she had a drink. While we were sitting there she jumped a little and then said “look.” And we watched the drink move across the table.

She also had all her make up dissappear on that trip and then reappear when we were leaving. At that point I was coming around to believing her. I told my dad what happened, and he said “ok whatever” and brushed me off.

About a month after we started Reno we had a painter walk off and my father wouldn’t tell me what happened. He told me “it was drugs or something” and he just walked off.

So another week later he calls me into his office and he tells me to tell the new contractor everything. I tell him about everything. The contractor laughs and tells me he’s had two of his guys quit working on the place because they will turn around and the tools they were using will be gone and then reappear after they come back in an hour or two.

They also have doors open and close on them and tools turn on and off randomly. Then I head back down to check on the renovations again and go alligator hunting with a friend. I noticed the chandalier my grandfather loved was gone out of the ceiling and saw it in a box in the guest bedroom.

As I was walking out To the car I lit a cig and then had the light out side on the porch explode. We thought that was crazy but made a note to fix the faulty wiring and then drove home. We were in the house a total of maybe four hours.

When we get back the contractor called my dad and asked why we reassembled the 100lb chandalier and put it on the table. We didn’t touch it. When my dad was going over the electrical check list he mentioned the wiring and the contractor said he had already rewired it and he’d check it out anyway.

He was on the phone when they checked it out and it was fine. He changed the lightbulb and it worked perfectly. At this point my father finally started believing me and told me why the first contractor quit.

Apparently he was in the house at 11:30 at night and lit a cigarette in the house when he said he saw someone run across the back porch and then the three sets of doors opened at the same time and he gathered his stuff and left.

I don’t think he is an angry ghost, I just think he lives there. This isn’t hallucinating mold or gas. Everything has been checked, the ac and ducting have been replaced and inspected. Multiple people have witnessed this.

When the hurricane hit Panama City this year all the other houses were destroyed around it except this one and I like to think he was the reason it’s still in perfect condition.

Username: [deleted]

When I was a teen I lived in a big industrial city in Russia. My family had an apartment in one of those huge nine-storey commiblocks with about 700 apartments so it was difficult to know all the neighbors.

We lived on the 7th floor and people up there were mostly nice and friendly, the apartments on the ground floor were for rent and tenants changed quite often. When we moved in I was 9 or 10 years old, so my parents handled all the talking with the previous owners and new neighbors.

As I found out years after, when my dad was getting the furniture out of the truck on the first day, three elderly ladies walked up to him (you know, every commiblock has those ladies that have been living there forever) and asked which apartment we were moving into. Having heard the answer, the replied by saying "Oh my, that is a very-very bad apartment". So, we were in for a ride.

When I was kid, I would always get this inexplicable fear of being alone in that apartment after school, I would also hear all kinds of weird noises and my cats would randomly stare at different places.

As I got older and learned all the wonders of the Internet and online-gaming, I usually went to bed well after my parents and I often had this strange feeling that something was standing behind my door, staring at me, and it always came from the hallway that led from my room to kitchen. Soon enough, my mom got sick really fast.

She was completely fine in october '08 but by winter she already had stage 4 cancer and there was nothing much we could do. Doctors gave up after a month of expensive treatment, so my desperate grandma called some psychics (even though my dad was heavily against that).

Once psychics came in the apartment, they looked directly at the hallway between my room and kitchen. They were saying something about a dark vortex that's been sucking out good energy, throwing something bad at us instead. I was never into these kinds of things but it kinda freaked me out.

Now I live in another place and I actually noticed that I feel much better but I come back to see my dad occasionally and weird stuff keeps happening.

Once, I stayed there for a few weeks. My old friend and I have decided to go on a bike trip, we met near my house and were about to leave when I realized that I'd left my cellphone back in the apartment, so I asked him to stay outside and wait for me.

We lived on the 7th floor and people up there were mostly nice and friendly, the apartments on the ground floor were for rent and tenants changed quite often. I remembered that an old lady was living in a small apartment near the front door with her two granddaughters. I came in and their door was open, a strange guy was standing next to it.

He was all pale and shaking, with wide crazy eyes, he was wearing some sweat pants and a white T-shirt. I said "hi" and proceeded to the elevator when he grabbed my wrist really tight and pulled me quite strongly.

"Come", he said. "What the hell, man? Let me go". I was pretty sure that the elderly lady moved out and some junkie rented the apartment instead. "Come to my place", he continued in a very creepy voice, pointing at the old lady's door " I've got something awesome. Come",

I pushed him away, got into elevator and went up to my apartment. I got my phone and called the friend who was waiting downstairs. I asked him to get ready to help me in case the junkie attacks me. When I came back on the ground floor, the guy was gone and the door was closed.

Next day I once more saw the old lady and her two granddaughets enter that very apartment. I asked her if some male relative of hers was visiting them. Needless to say, she had no idead what i was talking about. To this day I ask myself what would've happened, had I followed the guy into this lady's apartment.

Username: Topegan

I have SO many. I'll just post two of them for now here. The first was my first apartment with my boyfriend. It was very small. it was just a small bedroom, a tiny living room, worlds smallest kitchen ever, and a bathroom.

I was up late waiting for him to come home, and I was 8 months pregnant. I texted him to see when he was getting home and he told me it would be around 4 or 5am, it was about 2:40 then so I decided to turn the light in the living room out so that it wasn't left on for that long.

Just as I came out of the bedroom, there was a bang from the bathroom. Almost like one of my shampoos had fallen down. I turned off that light and yeeted myself into the bedroom faster than you'd believe.😂 I shut the door and locked it, even though that wouldn't really protect you from much lol.

Then almost immediately, there was unmistakable sobbing from the bathroom. Definitely a woman. But when I say sobbing, I mean like she was heavily distraught and crying so hard that it sounded fake. I called my boyfriend a thousand times like a complete psycho until he answered me and I begged him to leave early. (he didn't and i know i shouldn't have asked him to) We moved out shortly after, and moved into the house we have now.

So the house that we live in now is much bigger, a decent sized living room, dining room, much larger kitchen than the last, two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and a finished attic. The only downfall so far? The basement.

The house was built in 1851, and the basement looks like (and smells like) it hasn't been opened since then. The only item in the house was in the basement, a Bible. And half of the basement is boarded off, one of the things closing it off is literally the top of a table screwed into the wood.

Anyways, the ghost part. Or whatever this is. The first few weeks, my boyfriend was the only one here. I had just had our daughter and was staying with my mom until the house was painted and finished so that she wouldn't be breathing any of that in. My boyfriend kept telling me that there's a lot of weird noises in the house he couldn't explain. At first, I thought maybe he was just hearing some small bumps and when I moved in it would be nothing.

But when I did, I believed him 100%. There's footsteps up and down the attic steps every single day without fail. There's bangs in the kitchen all day, regardless of the time and it happens whether or not you're sleeping upstairs or downstairs.

And they're LOUD. I've had multiple friends even hear it and get freaked out. Then sometimes there's voices in the basement, you can never hear what it is they're saying but it always sounds hurried and desperate, and immediately stops when you open the door.

Multiple people have had experiences at my house. My boyfriend and I have both seen things now; a white small blur of an entity in the attic, a very tall very dark figure in the kitchen at night, and multiple disembodied sounds and voices.

We heard meowing one night so loud that it led us to check in the basement and the outside of the house for a cat. Come to find out a few weeks later that a man who had lived here before us literally shot and killed the family cat in the basement.

(there's still marks on the floor). I was wondering why the toilet downstairs has an extra almost foot added to the height, then remembered that the dark entity I saw was extremely tall and that made me get goosebumps.

And once when I was painting the bedroom upstairs, my boyfriend walked behind me and I saw his shadow on the wall and it made me jump. It wasn't my boyfriend. Nobody was there. There's so much more regarding the houses I grew up in but these are just the recent ones.

Username: [deleted]

My maternal grandparents lived in this big blue house on a hill in Utica, NY. My mother grew up on this house, and my sisters and I would often stay there for a a week or so in our childhood.

We LOVED this house - it was so big and old, and part of the house used to be rented out to people in the town when my mother was a teenager, so it had a whole kitchen and everything upstairs. My sister and I used to "play apartment" in that part of the house. It was great.

My grandfather told us the history of the house, the middle older portion was built in the 1830s across town, then in the 1840s it was moved via logs and horses up the hill to its current position. Over the decades, additions were added to the house.

The apartment space was one of these additions. The house with all its additions was arranged so that if someone were standing on one end of the house and opened all the doors in the main hallway, you could see all the way down to the other end of the house.

My grandfather was in the apartment section of the house one day, and said he was cleaning or just doing something. He looked up and down the hallway across the house. That's when he said he saw a man in "old fashioned clothing" and a large brimmed hat standing in the old original heart of the house.

The man did not appear malevolent, but began walking toward him. As soon as this figure reached the doorway that led to the new part of the house, he wasn't there anymore. My grandpa always said that this man did not simply "disappear" - rather he was there, and suddenly he wasn't.

Like it was one of those things that visually confuses your brain, and you don't realize what happened until it is over. He always called this man "The Pilgrim" even though Pilgrim would not be the correct term for someone from the 19th or even 18th century.

My mom said she also had a few experiences in that house: She was in the downstairs bathroom as a teen in the '70s one afternoon. She heard the basement door jiggling suddenly violently, like someone was in the basement and REALLY wanted out.

She was about to open the door, thinking it was my grandfather, when she remembered he was mowing the lawn. Grandma, her mother, was out shopping with my aunt and uncle. It was only my mom in the house. She ran to my grandfather and told him everything. He checked the basement and there was nothing there.

My mother was in her bedroom the night before she was to wed to my father. She said she heard a hoarse, creepy breathing next to her head, but saw nothing in her room. She said to herself, "either I'm going to turn the lights on, or I'm going to yell 'hey who are you!' and scare it." She turned on the lights, and there was nothing there.

When her grandmother died, she had this '60/'70s flower clock on her wall and its petals would turn with the time. She was sad and asked that if her grandmother was in heaven, to have the petals turn the other way (which they didn't do naturally). They turned the other way. Whoooooo spooky!

My sisters and I never felt or saw anything. The basement was an old sand floor basement, with a very low ceiling after the house settled over the decades - that was the only part of the house that gave me any sort of like "ugh I don't wanna be down here" feeling.

The smell of the house I miss the MOST. I really do love that house, and would buy it back into the family in a heartbeat if it ever went up for sale. My grandparents moved out and sold the house when they became too old to manage it. It really was quite huge.

Username: PracticallyPerfectMP

I lived in a house built in 1792 in Woodstock, NY. Lots of things happened there but this was the one that made me move out. My family owned that house for a long time, it used to be a barn (and the house next door was the original farm house).

Big house, 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, huge kitchen and dining area. A friend at home was having a rough time so I invited her to come up from the city for the summer. I was cooking at a restaurant, she got a serving gig at a place in town.

She was kind of spacey, always leaving the doors wide open or the lights on. So one day I come home from a morning shift and the doors are open. This is around 3pm. I walk in and start doing the dishes but the air feels off. I hear a loud THUMP from upstairs.

OK, maybe Daniela is home? I yell up the stairs "Hey I'm home, are you up there?" No answer. OK, keep straightening up the kitchen because she left it a mess. Another THUMP. OK, there's definitely someone in the house. I'm thinking she left the doors open and there's a drunk hippie in the house. So I yell upstairs "Whoevers up there, I'm home, and I have a big knife".

Nothing. About 5 minutes to by and another THUMP. I call my friend back in the city, tell him there's someone in the house, I'm going up and to call the police if anything happens. I yell up the stairs "I'm coming up and I have a knife".

I start to walk up the stairs with my friend on the phone and I'm thinking What the fuck am I doing? Am I going to stab a person? So I get to outside the door where the noises are coming from, tell my friend on the phone that I'm going in, kick the door open, and... Nothing.

Checked all over the room. Nothing there. Go back downstairs and it starts again. It happens every 5-9 minutes, and I can pinpoint where it's coming from on the ceiling. It'd be dead center of that bedroom.

I'm not feeling this shit so I tell the ghost I'm leaving and go back to my restaurant in town with a book. It was kind of funny, they were like "what are you doing back?" "The ghost is flipping out so I'm going to chill here." "Cool, I'll bring you a beer." Everyone knew about the house.

So I stay there until they closed, like 5 hours, and now it's 10pm and dark out. I. Suck it up and go home, maybe it's stopped. Nope, as soon as I open the front door, THUMP. I sit there on the couch in the living room terrified until my roommate rolled in around 1am.

She asks why I'm still awake, and right on cue THUMP. She's like "what was that?" "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW DANIELA BUT IT'S BEEN HAPPENING ALL DAY!!" To which she says "OK cool, I'm going to sleep." What no! You can't go to sleep!

So I convince her to at least come into the room and sit there with me for a few minutes and try to figure this shit out. So we both go upstairs, turn the light on, sit on the bed and... It never happened again.

That was it for me, the ghost won and I moved out. We know who it is, it's a young boy named Andy Lee that died in a hunting accident on the property. There was lots of other things, footsteps, the time all the things on top of the TV fell off (right in front of a group of people too so I know I'm not crazy), shadows in the windows if you were outside looking at the house.

Username: PW_Herman

I've never lived in a haunted house, but some years ago strange things would happen once in a while in the house I lived, like objects disappearing and them reappearing, but nothing very noticeable. I'll try to describe my bedroom because it's very necessary to understand the story, try to imagine everything:

By that time my bedroom was small and had this layout where let's say you opened the door in the bottom left corner, in front of it was my big desk with desktop computer, TV, keyboard, etc, and I had one big office chair right in front of it.

On the right bottom corner was my wardrobe and just after the exact amount of space to open the doors was my bed, that would go all over the wall until the top right corner of the room. Then, on the top left corner there was an old little desk and a simple chair that I had before I got my big one.

When I wasn't using the computer, the big chair would tuck under the big desk and you could pass, open the window, etc, but when I was using it, I would slide the keyboard and there wasn't any space left for you to pass, unless you walked over my bed or asked me to open space by getting tucked with the chair under the big desk.

Okay, so everyday I would come home from school, put my backpack on the old little char in a way that looked like the chair was wearing my backpack, change my clothes and sit down on the big chair to use the PC. The little old desk was used to put any stuff temporarily, like books, clothes, etc.

So one day my mother came to my room with some clean clothes she just ironed and asked me where was my chair, I looked at my right and my chair wasn't there, it was completely gone, and my backpack with it. I was playing a game and didn't care much at the time, I just thought that my sister took it for some reason. I don't even remembered my backpack.

Okay, so my mother went to my sister and asked if she was using my chair, to which she replied negative. A few minutes later, my mother came again with more clothes and said surprised "Oh, there is your chair, where was it?" and I swear it is true, I looked to my right and my chair was there wearing my backpack the exactly way I used to leave it.

I froze because there was no way someone could have sneaked a chair into my room without me noticing it. I mean, if it was only the backpack, a ninja could have done it, but there was no way someone could open my door and pass through with a chair, there wasn't space for it, even if I was very concentrated.

I said it to my mother and she thought that me and my sister were making fun of her, I confronted my sister and I don't think she done anything, specially because at that time both my mother and sister were fat and wouldn't be able to sneak in without being noticed.

Username: mestrearcano

This happened when I was around 20 years old, not really a haunted house story but more a haunted room. When I was trying to induce lucid dreams frequently a few years ago I once woke up in a state of sleep paralysis, first time it ever happened to me. Needless to say I was scared, I read before hand that lucid dreaming could induce sleep paralysis so while I expected it I was not prepared for it.

Now a side note, my room has a closet and the door does not stay closed no matter what I try to do to keep it closed, I have even replaced the door and hinges with a different door in the house but still the door will open by itself. After a while I gave up and accepted that the door just has a mind of its own and wants to stay open, so be it.

Back to the story, as I was experiencing my first ever sleep paralysis moment, from the closet with the stubborn door I see a shadow of a face. Now it's hard to see clearly considering you can't move your head very well when in a state of sleep paralysis, from what I can make out it seems to be the face of a woman close to my age.

At this point i'm scared out of my mind, I know its probably just my mind stuck in a state of dreamland and reality but its frightening either way. After shutting my eyes closed and slowly trying to regrain feeling and control of my body eventually i'm able to move again and that was the end of that or so I thought.

A few weeks past without any incident, of course I wasn't trying to trigger any lucid dreams for fear of having another sleep paralysis experience. Anyway one day I'm having thanksgiving dinner with my whole family and I hear an interesting topic my family brings up.

Apparently I was meant to have a little sister less than a year younger than me, but sadly it was a miscarriage and I was too young to know about it and my parents never thought it was necessary to tell me. Hearing about this instantly made me remember the face that I saw and thinking back on it, the face that I saw had some similarities family traits and such that I didn't notice when I first saw it.

When my parents heard about what I went through and what I saw, they were panicked to say the least, my mom was freaking out the most thinking my unborn sister's spirit was trying to take my place in this world.

Of course I had doubts and it was more rational to say my mind was just playing tricks on me and that I just imagined the face being similar, but to be honest I'm not too sure after thinking about it, was it just a figment of my imagination or could it really have been my unborn sister come to take my place?

The day after was a headache my mom took me to a priest to have me baptized, to "cleanse the evil aura attached to me" yeah hard core Catholic women are dedicated to say the least. Have not had an experience like this ever since and I hope I don't, it was frightening.

Thank you to everyone that read this till the end or even skimmed through it, I apologize for the length did not think it would be so long.

Username: acerlucio

I'm Native American and grew up on a reservation in South Dakota. I have a handful of unexplainable stories from my time there. The first one took place when I was young, 3-4 years old. We lived in a row of hud housing just outside of a small town and just like every other house we had a basement that was like a second living room.

It had a pool table a couch, tv, carpet and it was our preferred hang out spot. Every so often my dad would either wake me up late or let me stay up late and he would teach me to play pool while we listened to classic rock. Some of the best memories of my life.

One night we are down there playing pool just me and him while my Mother and sister slept in our parents bed because my sister had the flu. At about 1am me and my Dad hear two absolutely blood curdling screams and the most memorable part of this whole experience was the look of absolute terror on my father's face as he flew up the stairs.

Turns out that my mother woke up in the middle of the night to see a Native man in traditional clothing and with war paint on standing at the foot of her bed. Initially she said she was quite literally frozen with fear and couldn't even make a sound and that after a few seconds my sister woke up, saw the man and screamed which finally kick started my mom into screaming as well.

My mom says that he very calmly turned and walked out of the room. By the time my father got there he was gone. We lived in that house for about another year but the activity never stopped. A couple months later durring the day we had a similar incident, whole family is in the basement and hear a massive crash up stairs.

We get up there to see all of the cupboards and drawers open and their contents thrown across the floor. All the doors and windows to the house were locked and it was broad daylight so we know it wasn't an intruder.

We tried blessing the house with priests and preachers, smudging, everything to get him to leave us alone but finally my Mother had enough and we moved. The scariest part to me is that my mom ran the local Boys and Girls Club and one day while talking with a group of kids my mother figured out one of them lived in our old house and had also seen the man but he had said the man was trying to grab him

I have told people this and other stories from my time on the res and some believe them and others don't. These experiences profoundly effected my life and shaped the person I am. I love science and learning but at the end of the day I know there is a lot we can't explain and that until someone experiences something truly unexplainable no amount of stories or witnesses to those stories will change their mind.

1Username: Hkaddict

I had a number of strange experiences while living in a rectory in MI, I went there to do missionary work with a young priest and a college football player (linebacker). An older priest took us in. The second floor of the rectory had 5 empty rooms plus a room used for prayer which housed the blessed sacrament. The football player and I slept on the second floor in separate rooms adjacent to the blessed sacrament.

The strangest experience happened one morning when daily mass was canceled. I woke up just 5 minutes before the start of mass and the football player overslept. I rushed down to the church only to find out that mass was canceled. So I went to the kitchen to start making breakfast for us.

As I was making breakfast I heard the 300+lbs guy coming down the stairs (I heard his loud steps and him breathing loudly). I figured he was upset because I didn't wake him up. So I didn't turn back or said good morning when he walked behind me to get to the dining room.

I heard him pull out a chair and sit at the table. That pissed me off... I was making breakfast for both of us and this guy was expecting me to finish breakfast on my own (he usually helped with toast, etc) and serve him when he did not even say hi!..

So I went to the dining room to give him a piece of my mind only to find the room empty and all the chairs in their place. I found it strange but I thought that maybe he just went to the TV room. When I got there the room was also empty...

However, one of the rocking sofas in front of the TV was swinging. At this point I was freaking out because I figured there was no way that he was agile enough to leave the TV room in the seconds it took me to get there; in any case I would have seen him leaving because that was the room at the end of the hallway.

So I went upstairs to check his room. He used to jam his door at night with a face towel because it would randomly shake as if someone was trying to open it. I found the towel on the floor, so I knocked on the door and when he didn't answer I opened it.

He was sound asleep. I woke him up and told him what happened, I asked him if he was a sleepwalker and he answered that he remembered his mother saying that he was. However, there is no way someone can become a ninja when they sleepwalk.

So the incident remained unexplained. We experienced really weird things at that rectory, when we asked the old priest he said that he had been there so long that he was used to them.

Username: strawhaet

The most paranormal thing that's ever happend to me was in my old house. I used to share a room with my brother until my older brother moved out and then my sister took his room and I took hers. My sister would always talk about how she saw a figure that looked like Abraham Lincoln in the room, but we all just kinda brushed her off. That was until I moved into it.

A couple weird things happened ever since I moved into that room. The scariest, ( al-beit not as scary as you guys ), thing that happened to me was when I was unlocking the door to leave my room. Everyone of my siblings would lock their door so I always locked mine when I walked in.

One day I was leaving my room and had to unlock the door. After I had turned the lock, right in front of me the lock turned back and the door locked itself. I then quickly unlocked the door and ran to my mom's room, who was the only one home.

She was in there and denied it was her. Also, to unlock the door from the outside you would have to have a small stick and it would take a long time to fiddle with it to get it right, and I would of heard it.

Another super weird thing that I find common in all these story is sleep paralysis. At the I didn't even know about it, and after a few months of sleeping in the room I started to get it. Everytime before it would happen, my stomach would start turning in opposite directions and it would feel like it was being torn apart.

Then I would hear screaming and see these little red demon things with teeth (almost worm-like). I would just sit there and listen and feel the weird sensation in my stomach. I sleep with my stomach down so I never saw anything except the worms. Still really creepy, though.

I dont know anything about the history of the house, but Im pretty sure my parents bought it new. Never saw Abraham Lincoln either. Whenever we would take pictues in the living room, there would be orbs and white streaks all over the photo.

One year for my birthday my parents built a room in the basement for me because my older brother was moving back in. One time I was standing in the middle of my room feeding my bearded dragon and something grabbed my shoulder and said Hello.

I turned around, but no one was there. This one was probably the creepiest one actually. Another thing was my other brother said when he was in the bathroom he would see a skull-like demon in the top of closet behind the mirror.

Username: Mehekoro

I’ve lived in 3 houses with spirits. All were benevolent. The first house was the house I lived in at college. I lived with 8 housemates. It was from the late 1800s and was part of a church. Random things would happen but it was all good-natured so we didn’t get spooked.

For example, your peanut butter jar would move in front of your eyes while making a sandwich, the tv would turn off for a Few minutes and we’d say politely “can you please turn it back on?” and it suddenly turn back on.

We heard footsteps and there would be knocks on the door but we just all kind of accepted that it was a ghost and nothing malicious. That being said, we all hated the basement. It had a lot of old structures reminiscent of the church —- old stove, a place where they might burn old robes, etc —- and we avoided the basement unless someone was with us.

The funny thing is that we never mentioned “our house ghost” to anyone because it wasn’t a big deal to us. But when we graduated college, the housemates that stayed there after us called us about 5 months into living there and asked us if we had ever felt that the house was haunted.

We said, yes but nothing was really an issue. Well, that was not their experience. They had banging all night on the stairs, feeling like they were pushed/tripped down the stairs, loud noises at night, etc. So I guess our ghost liked us and not them!

The second house was also an old house (from the 1800s) and was in my husband’s family the entire time. There was nothing terrible. No story I would hear my name when no one was there or there would be “cold spots” to the house. But nothing concrete.

The last house was built in the 1940s and was also in my husband’s family the entire time. Both of his grandparents died in the house (separately and of natural causes). I knew his grandma but not his grandfather. We rented the house for about 5 years.

At night, I could feel the bed go down like someone (I thought it was my husband) got in bed with me but no one was there. It happened enough times that it freaked me out. My oldest daughter swears that one day she had a nightmare and woke up scared and was soothed back to sleep with some old lady rubbing her back (it was not my husband nor me).

There were similar things like that the entire time and we assumed that it was his grandparents watching over us.

Username: Krissyeeen

Oh man, have I got stories. My first wife and I lived in a duplex when we were younger. It was one of those large houses split into two apartment kind of deals. We had a “friendly” roommate from day one.

It started harmless and normal enough. Footsteps in the hallway, opening and closing doors and the likes. Never once did we feel threatened and more often than not we passed it off as just being an old house. That lasted a couple of months until we started openly talking about, and accepting, the fact that it was something more. That’s when the fun started.

Looking back I think it was us accepting our roommate that was the equivalent of opening the floor gates. Needles to say our little pranks tart made good use of its new buddies. Here are the highlights:

We would wake up and our bed would be on the other side of the room. It was older bed that had wheels on the legs. It was screwed on to the headboard but every time it happened we would find screws and washers next to the headboard.

We learned early on to never leave laundry unfolded. We had a bad habit of leaving the last load of the day in the basket to be folded the next day. On more than one occasions we would go back into the laundry room to find all the previously dried clothes soaking wet. No water on the floor, just the clothes and they were so wet you could ring water out of them. I still laugh when I think about that one.

We had one of those old school giant metal gas wall heaters. This thing was ancient and took the twisting a button and the flip of an interior switch to get it going. We hardly every used it and during the spring, summer and fall months it was switched off completely.

Our invisible friends favorite prank was to turn it on in the middle of our long, hot summer nights. We would wake up in the middle of the night covered in sweat with the hallways furnace raging.

Warms spots on the couch when we got home. We didn’t have a pet and no one else had a key. Our usual seating spots would be warm and comfy like someone had been waiting on us to get home. Other times you could literally feel someone else in the room.

I can’t describe any other way than that. Would get the sensation of someone walking past you, sitting next to you or looking out of the window. Oddly enough that is the one that bothered me the most. Each time there was a feeling of sadness. It was powerful and as long as I live I’ll never forget that feeling.

Things got a bit darker in the end though. Once we started talking moving things starting changing. Doors wouldn’t just shut, they would slam. Twice when we were taking about a new place the stereo we kept in the living room would come on, turned up all the way up and usually playing one of the CD’s we kept in the changer. Bush was a favorite for these tantrums, Razorblade Suites gives me chills to this day.

One of the last nights we spent in the house was one of the two times that things took a semi violent turn. We were watching Titanic one night on VHS. I got up to change the tape and while I was walking back to the couch I suddenly heard a loud rattling.

I looked at my wife and she was staring at the TV and all of the color had trained from her face. I turned around to see the candle holder we had on the shelf next the TV was rattling but nothing else was moving.

It launched itself off the shelf towards me and I barely had to react but was able to avoid it hitting me in chest and it instead hit my hand and fell to the ground. If that wasn’t creepy enough it then flew across the room and hit the wall. Even stranger than all of that was the fact that didn’t break. We didn’t finished the movie.

The last experience we had with our friend was after we moved. We ended up getting a place across the street, which in turn is a pretty funny story. Anyways, we had been gone about three weeks or so and had met and made friends with the girl that moved into our old place.

It didn’t take her long to start asking about her new roommate. Her experiences had been vastly different from ours. Nothing threatening per say just uncomfortable feeling. We told her to give it time and relayed our overall positive and playful experiences. It wasn’t ment to be though as one day my wife and I were standing outside when she, the new girl, came running and screaming out her apartment.

She told us that she was walking down the hallway when she felt someone behind her that was so close that she thought someone was about to grab her. She froze in place and when she did she felt the feeling of someone breath on the back of her neck.

Fear turned to terror when she felt two hands push her from behind into the hallway wall. What struck me Immediately, and stays with me to this day, was how disheveled and shocked she look. She absolutely had the look of someone who just been shoved into a wall.

Once we managed to get her calmed down I went over and walked through the apartment. As soon as I walked in the door I swear I could feel whatever was living in that place embrace me. It was the same feeling I felt years later when my son was younger and I would come home from work or a long trip.

After checking everything and straighten the pictures in the hallway I went to leave. Before I did I said goodbye one more time but this time I made sure to vocalize that I wouldn’t be able to come back.

I also said that I enjoyed beings it’s friend and asked that it be
nice to everyone else that moved in. The new girl moved within a week or two and the guy that moved in next never had any problems as far as I know.

And that my friends is my story. It’s the one thing I have experienced in my life that still makes me think that maybe there really something more than the world we know. I hope whatever, or whoever, it was living there was able to find some peace.

Username: [deleted]

A little background before you read, I was quite a weird child growing up. Many imaginary friends. Many odd happenings at different times in my life. Very very surreal memories of dreams and a process I had to get myself to sleep.

On to my story. The house I lived in growing up was placed upon a long and extensive unmarked grave cemetery for an old plantation. Cox Cable had a blue telephone wire box on the property by the street, and we're digging the area around it to add new lines.

They dug up all sorts of stuff, pottery, tools, wooden boards, but to everyone's surprise, a large amount of human remains and a skull, after which the police were called and investigators analyzed the remains. There was supportive evidence that the skeletons were from a plantation (I live in VA) around the 1750-1800's. I was about 5 at the time of this happening (24 now).

After all of the reports and diagnosis of the remains were done, the investigators allowed my parents to keep the items found on the property. (Of course, you can imagine what started happening.) They kept the remains in a little bag in the garage, and the skull on a work shelf. Now, growing up, I never truly realized what kinds of phenomenon would be classified as 'haunting' but as I grew up, got older, and became more cognizant of phenomenon inside the house, I realized how truly haunted the house was. I thought all of these things were supposed to happen, or were normal.

First were the footsteps. Whenever alone at any time during the day, there would be a slight patter of footsteps walking behind me. Most of the time I thought it was the wood under the carpet in my room moving. My room was on the second story, along with another bedroom down the hallway that was empty (until my younger brother was born when I was 7 1/2).

There was a constant noise of shifting wood, back and forth back and forth. Like a squeaky floorboard rocking on itself, but it would follow me around. I began waking up the witching hour 2,3,4 in the morning, and hearing footsteps going up and down the stairs to my room. It took months of this for me to realize it wasn't my mom checking on me.

I started locking my door at night. Although, it took years of this for me to really understand that something was happening, I would wake up in a semi conscious state, and fall back to sleep easily. I was never afraid of any of the things that happened around me until I got older (13 and older).

Then I started seeing silhouette images of things. There was a particular hallway between my and my brothers room across the hall. The pulldown stairs to the attic was directly between the two rooms on the second floor.

When I would look out my bedroom door, into his, I sometimes saw the outline of something. It looked as if a girl, 5'3" in height. But a tremendous feeling of dread and panic would overcome me. Even typing about this makes me feel hints of that same feeling. I felt watched, as if something was just behind my shoulder.

One year, there was a cold front and some frost appeared on my window, and I thought to myself that it looked like an impression of a man with an old style hat. The thing is, the frost never disappeared. It went from this frost / condensation film on the window and stuck there. It's still there to this day.

I would wake up with minor cuts on my arms and back I could not explain. I shrugged them off thinking that I cut myself with a fingernail or something in the night. I would also wake up in different parts of the house.

I had no history of sleepwalking but often times I would wake up in a room above the garage that we used as storage (I always felt a wickedness from that room too) I would wake up around 4 in the morning and be laying on the floor in the pitch dark. To get to this room I would have to go out my room, go down the stairs, through the living room, and up the stairs to the 'playroom' as we called it.

I would hear voices, more like very quick whispers. Sounds just out of my sense of perception. I would hear them going to sleep, so I started sleeping with music and headphones.

More than once I saw apparitions in my room. Solid figures. Not like ghostly presences in the form of fog or outlines, these would manifest themselves fully. Once I was going to sleep and my eyes adjusted to the dark, they would appear. From their clothes, to their skin, hair, facial features, everything.

They always came from a part of my room right outside the closet (which I kept locked by tieing ropes around the doors.) They would always be looking away from me, and in my terrified might, I couldn't help but wish they wouldn't move.

I took up meditation as I grew older. This helped, but it also made me more aware of what was going on. I began reciting different mantras until I fell asleep at night as a ward to the spirits around.

I was depressed, I used a ton of drugs to cope with my insomnia and other emotional problems. I believe that I made their presences more pronounced. Malevolence feeds off of depression, anxiety, and fear. I also dated a girl in highschool who's house was absolutely haunted by a poltergeist.

If you want to know more just let me know! My life has literally been filled with abnormal happenings and weird occurances.

Username: Zenifold

I asked facebook friends if they knew any mediums who could help me out. They referred me to Reddit and told me to share my stories on here. These are posts from my facebook paranormal group that I've posted within the past month.

December 5th: "The house was built in the 1950. I don't know the history of it. Anyways, when I first moved in, my daughter was 2 (she's almost 4 now) and still in diapers but could talk in full sentences. I was in her room changing her one night when she started laughing while staring at the closet door behind me. I thought she was looking at the stickers I had recently put on the door.

I asked her what she was laughing at and she said "that little boy over there is making me laugh." I quickly said "what?!" and turned around to see and she said "oh no, mommy. You made him cry!" 😐 That was the first encounter.

Another night I was outside on the front porch letting the dog use the bathroom and I heard my daughter whining over the baby monitor. Not like crying, I figured she was just making sounds, so I didn't rush in. Well she kept doing it and then started crying so I went inside to check on her.

As soon as I opened her bedroom door, her closet door slammed shut. It's a sliding door that gets stuck so it's a pain in the ass to shut. It literally slid shut really fast and slammed on the frame. My daughter was sound asleep in her bed. 😱

So my daughter started telling me there were monsters in her room. She had accidentally watched my brother playing a scary video game at his house when I had him babysit her, so I assumed (because I'm dumb) that she was just scared from that.

I made a little spray bottle full of water and glitter and told her it was monster spray. "Monsters don't like glitter so it keeps them away." I spritzed around her room and she said "No mom, you're doing it wrong." and said she'd do it. She walked over to the closet and literally soaked the door with it and said that's where they are. 😶

I did a few different blessings and burned sage and Palo Santo around the house. It was quiet for a while. Little things like footsteps and giggling but I was able to ignore it. Until recently.

I was home alone and had just folded a mountain of laundry. I walked to my daughter's room to put her clothes away. I always keep her door shut. When I opened her door, a white figure was in front of me and quickly bolted to the left, where the closet is. I shut the door and put the laundry basket in the hallway. Fuck that shit. Most of the clothes I had to put away had to go in her closet. No thanks. ✌

My daughter always gets out of bed and makes excuses to stay awake. There's a door to the living room that I keep shut so she doesn't hear the tv and wake up when I'm up late at night. I'm used to her opening the door and peeking her head in with some random excuse like "Hey mom, here's a speck of dirt." or "There's a sticker on my dresser. Can I hold it?" Yes random shit like that haha.

Anyways, last week, as usual, the doorknob started turning like a little kid struggling to open it. I sat there thinking "Oh great, here we go again. What's the excuse this time." The door slowly opened about 8 inches and stopped. I thought my kid was hiding behind it, nervous to walk in because she knew I was annoyed. That was her 4th time getting out of bed that night.

Well she didn't come out, so I said "What is it now, Jocelyn?" No reply, so I got up to check and nothing was there. I went in her room and she was sound asleep and snoring. This same event happened again 2 nights ago. I watched the doorknob move and then the door open. No way it just creaked open on its own.

Not really sure how I feel about it. Creeped out for sure, but I don't feel threatened. My kid hasn't complained about monsters since we did the blessing. But there's still activity around the house, almost always when I'm home alone or she's asleep in her bed. At night and during the day. This spirit isn't picky. It seriously must enjoy messing with me. 😩"

December 21st: "I was just sitting on the couch reading a random article online when I heard Jocelyn wimpering over the baby monitor. Her fan in there is loud so her voice sounded super faint but I could hear her wimpering and I heard her say "Mommy come here. Mommy....please."

She's been sick for about a week now. I'm used to her calling out to me to come see her or wake up to her coughing at 3am. So I really thought nothing of it. I got up and checked on her. She was sound asleep.. 😐 Why must this be my life."

Then today I posted a few videos of the closet that I believe is the root of all the activity and several people said they saw orbs. There are whispers and a low guttural sound and some clicking and banging. I was careful to not even breathe loud so the video would be clear, so the sounds are not from me.

So my real question is, what do I do? I've tried blessings and burning various herbs. I want to know if this presence is good or evil. There are at least two. A small boy and an adult male are what I feel. The male seems to be angry or unwelcoming while the child just seems scared for the most part.

Username: KathrynM90