It's getting close to Halloween, Ghost and other Eerie stories wanted
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not a legend or a story but a true event that i saw with my brother as a witness. not really a ghost story, i'm not sure what you would call it, just a creepy experience.
this was about 15 years ago or so. my brother and i were driving home from opening weekend of pheasant season. our route takes us right by the old Abbe Center on County Home Road. this was a sunday night right about midnight. it also happened to be halloween night. we are just leaving the stop sign heading east at the intersection of CHR and highway 13 and as we approach the Abbe Center we see something in the road. we slow down and as we drive past it we can see its a man in a wheelchair pushing himself down the center of the highway. at midnight. outside the mental health institute.
my brother and i just looked at each other, asked if you just saw what i just saw and got the hell out of there.
this was about 15 years ago or so. my brother and i were driving home from opening weekend of pheasant season. our route takes us right by the old Abbe Center on County Home Road. this was a sunday night right about midnight. it also happened to be halloween night. we are just leaving the stop sign heading east at the intersection of CHR and highway 13 and as we approach the Abbe Center we see something in the road. we slow down and as we drive past it we can see its a man in a wheelchair pushing himself down the center of the highway. at midnight. outside the mental health institute.
my brother and i just looked at each other, asked if you just saw what i just saw and got the hell out of there.
Relative of mine when she was younger around the age of 4 (she's 64 now)... No pic...
She woke up one night to a guy watching her sleep in bed. She goes to her parents room, her dad goes to check and doesn't see anyone at the window and thinks she just dreamed it. Kid goes to bed and dad goes back to his.
The next morning the dad is outside and sees about a half a pack of cig butts lying on the grass next to his daughter's bedroom window. No one in the house smokes. And this is out in the country where their closets neighbors are 2 miles away.
She woke up one night to a guy watching her sleep in bed. She goes to her parents room, her dad goes to check and doesn't see anyone at the window and thinks she just dreamed it. Kid goes to bed and dad goes back to his.
The next morning the dad is outside and sees about a half a pack of cig butts lying on the grass next to his daughter's bedroom window. No one in the house smokes. And this is out in the country where their closets neighbors are 2 miles away.
Another creepy story.
I was at my GF,s parents Saturday night for dinner in a little hole in the wall called Mooresville Missouri and after we sat around a bonfire.
Anyway the conversation turned to serial killers for some reason and they started talking about an old couple in town who in the 80's killed 5-12 people and buried the bodies on their property. I of course thought they were pulling my leg and ask where. Her dad points two lots over and says "there"". Still thinking they were full of shit I Google it and sure enough it was true.
I was at my GF,s parents Saturday night for dinner in a little hole in the wall called Mooresville Missouri and after we sat around a bonfire.
Anyway the conversation turned to serial killers for some reason and they started talking about an old couple in town who in the 80's killed 5-12 people and buried the bodies on their property. I of course thought they were pulling my leg and ask where. Her dad points two lots over and says "there"". Still thinking they were full of shit I Google it and sure enough it was true.
The only one i can think of was when I was younger:
We were told to visit this abandoned farm house about 5 miles from town. It sat out in the middle of nowhere (the closest house was at least 1 mile.) We went out there and walked around the property and didn't see anything fun. It was just a house, with some trees surrounding it, no barns or equipment on the property. People said it was where the "high schoolers" partied, but no one was out there that night. As we were leaving a light came on in the house (this place had broken windows, trash everywhere) and as far as we knew no one was living there. So we ran into the woods and hid out for a while. We watched the window where the light came on and didn't see anyone moving. After about an hour it turned off and nothing happened.
We all decided to go home and come back during the day and look around. We went in during the next day and didn't see anything like people were living there. There was garbage all over the house and it stunk really bad. We checked out all the rooms, closets, and basement. So we all were confused and decided to stick around the property until dark. Same thing happened the light turned on (no one had come or gone because we sat in the woods the entire time). It was on for an hour and turned off.
We all chalked it up as a prank and someone was sneaking into the house where we couldn't see. A couple weeks went by and the house ended up on fire and burnt to the ground. We will never know what happened. Now that I think about it, I am guessing it was timer light that was never turned off?
It was creepy, my one buddy thought maybe a homeless person could of been living on the property, but what homeless people live in the sticks in North Central Iowa?
It was very odd.
We were told to visit this abandoned farm house about 5 miles from town. It sat out in the middle of nowhere (the closest house was at least 1 mile.) We went out there and walked around the property and didn't see anything fun. It was just a house, with some trees surrounding it, no barns or equipment on the property. People said it was where the "high schoolers" partied, but no one was out there that night. As we were leaving a light came on in the house (this place had broken windows, trash everywhere) and as far as we knew no one was living there. So we ran into the woods and hid out for a while. We watched the window where the light came on and didn't see anyone moving. After about an hour it turned off and nothing happened.
We all decided to go home and come back during the day and look around. We went in during the next day and didn't see anything like people were living there. There was garbage all over the house and it stunk really bad. We checked out all the rooms, closets, and basement. So we all were confused and decided to stick around the property until dark. Same thing happened the light turned on (no one had come or gone because we sat in the woods the entire time). It was on for an hour and turned off.
We all chalked it up as a prank and someone was sneaking into the house where we couldn't see. A couple weeks went by and the house ended up on fire and burnt to the ground. We will never know what happened. Now that I think about it, I am guessing it was timer light that was never turned off?
It was creepy, my one buddy thought maybe a homeless person could of been living on the property, but what homeless people live in the sticks in North Central Iowa?
It was very odd.
After getting out of the military, I moved back to Oahu (lived in a condo in Waikiki) and took a job with a security guard service while waiting for my Civil Service position to open up. I worked at a high rise building (condos, Pent Houses, etc...). John Higgins from Magnum PI lived there along with Senator Daniel Inouye, doctors, lawyers, etc.. This was an upscale Condo Building.
Anyway, while I was working there, there were two murders. One, the friend of a guy bashed his friend's girlfriend's head in with a dumb bell. Another guy was found shot to death in his condo. On another occasion, I was called to a room on the 26th floor to meet some paramedics. An elderly woman was in cardiac arrest. I watched them zap here several times to try to resuscitate, but she was pronounced dead at the seen.
Later that night, a dove (white) flew into the garage right next to the guard shack and my co-worker and I walked up to it and it didn't fly away. We even touched it, and it just sat there. Him being Hawaiian, told me that the Hawaiian culture believes that is evil.
Anyway, over the next several days, residents on the 25th, 26th, and 27th floors kept calling down complaining of loud banging noise that sounded like they were coming from outside their balcony, but when they open the sliding doors, the noise stopped. We must have fielded a dozen calls over those few days. Building management got involved when a couple of the residents (very superstitious) asked to have someone come out and exercise the ghost out of the building (must have assumed it was the old lady that passed.
This person came out and I got to escort her and the manger and building maintenance guy around while she performed her thing. She said she detected three spirits on the property. Now mind you, I'm not buying any of this. I'm trying hard not to laugh as she's talking with the manager about it. She said one was at the back end of the garage, one on the roof, and one on the 7th floor recreation area (pool, etc...).
She supposedly exercised their asses right on out of there. Oddly, the noise that the residents were complaining about stopped after that.
Here comes the weird (personal) part. One of our duties ( I said duties
) was to go to each floor at 10:00pm and lock the door to the trash chute so that residents aren't throwing trash out when people are trying to sleep. I've done this many times and one night I had taken care of floors 39 - 27, and headed for the 26th floor. Not thinking a thing about all the things that had happened. I opened the door to the trash chute on the 26th floor, and I shit you not, it felt like something rushed right threw/past me. I immediately fell backwards into the wall of the building. After coming to my senses, I looked around and saw nothing. Jumped on the elevator, hit one, and went back to the guard shack, out of breath. I told the other guard (Samoan guy) and asked if he'd finish up for me. He said hell no, so we left it for the midnight shift. The next night, another guy and I both went through the routine and nothing happened. It only happened that one time, but I'll never forget the feeling that came over me that night.
I was driving down a county road one time when out of the ditch came a miniture "bigfoot" type creature. By the time I stopped and went back to investigate, it was gone. When I got home, I found my wifes ring on a the gate post. It had been missing for like 5 years.
I'll share mine. A few years ago when we would look at the woods behind our house we would notice the faint outline of a figure standing there. This happened right at dusk when the light was very low. The figure was back into the woods a few feet and you could not make out any facial features. Seemed to be wearing dark clothing and a long black or dark colored coat. He didn't move at all. Went back there many times during the day and found no signs, or footprints or anything. Yet nearly every night we would see him but only for a minute or two. Decided to take some pictures but nothing shows up on the photos but several of us have seen it. One day it just stopped and we have no idea why. But always had that creepy feeling of being watched. Shining a flashlight would never reveal anything either. If it was someone playing a trick or something they were awfully persistent as this went on for months.
I have heard if you make a ghost do push-ups or sit-ups , they will leaveAfter getting out of the military, I moved back to Oahu (lived in a condo in Waikiki) and took a job with a security guard service while waiting for my Civil Service position to open up. I worked at a high rise building (condos, Pent Houses, etc...). John Higgins from Magnum PI lived there along with Senator Daniel Inouye, doctors, lawyers, etc.. This was an upscale Condo Building.
Anyway, while I was working there, there were two murders. One, the friend of a guy bashed his friend's girlfriend's head in with a dumb bell. Another guy was found shot to death in his condo. On another occasion, I was called to a room on the 26th floor to meet some paramedics. An elderly woman was in cardiac arrest. I watched them zap here several times to try to resuscitate, but she was pronounced dead at the seen.
Later that night, a dove (white) flew into the garage right next to the guard shack and my co-worker and I walked up to it and it didn't fly away. We even touched it, and it just sat there. Him being Hawaiian, told me that the Hawaiian culture believes that is evil.
Anyway, over the next several days, residents on the 25th, 26th, and 27th floors kept calling down complaining of loud banging noise that sounded like they were coming from outside their balcony, but when they open the sliding doors, the noise stopped. We must have fielded a dozen calls over those few days. Building management got involved when a couple of the residents (very superstitious) asked to have someone come out and exercise the ghost out of the building (must have assumed it was the old lady that passed.
This person came out and I got to escort her and the manger and building maintenance guy around while she performed her thing. She said she detected three spirits on the property. Now mind you, I'm not buying any of this. I'm trying hard not to laugh as she's talking with the manager about it. She said one was at the back end of the garage, one on the roof, and one on the 7th floor recreation area (pool, etc...).
She supposedly exercised their asses right on out of there. Oddly, the noise that the residents were complaining about stopped after that.
Here comes the weird (personal) part. One of our duties ( I said duties
The next night, another guy and I both went through the routine and nothing happened. It only happened that one time, but I'll never forget the feeling that came over me that night.
My mother in law Sylvia passed away just about this time last year..The wife had bought a plastic 20oz Coke with the names on it.Yep she had bought one with the name Sylvia on it.So she drank the Coke and put it down in the basement where we have a bookcase with assorted Hawkeye and St Louis Cardinal crap.
Around once a week I find that bottle tipped over.Nothing else is moved.
Too make it even weirder my cellphone has been pulling up my contact list to Sylvia's phone number.
I don't feel creeped or freaked about it.She was a gentle soul.And she liked her Old Style Light.
Bless her heart.
Around once a week I find that bottle tipped over.Nothing else is moved.
Too make it even weirder my cellphone has been pulling up my contact list to Sylvia's phone number.
I don't feel creeped or freaked about it.She was a gentle soul.And she liked her Old Style Light.
Bless her heart.
After getting out of the military, I moved back to Oahu (lived in a condo in Waikiki) and took a job with a security guard service while waiting for my Civil Service position to open up. I worked at a high rise building (condos, Pent Houses, etc...). John Higgins from Magnum PI lived there along with Senator Daniel Inouye, doctors, lawyers, etc.. This was an upscale Condo Building.
Anyway, while I was working there, there were two murders. One, the friend of a guy bashed his friend's girlfriend's head in with a dumb bell. Another guy was found shot to death in his condo. On another occasion, I was called to a room on the 26th floor to meet some paramedics. An elderly woman was in cardiac arrest. I watched them zap here several times to try to resuscitate, but she was pronounced dead at the seen.
Later that night, a dove (white) flew into the garage right next to the guard shack and my co-worker and I walked up to it and it didn't fly away. We even touched it, and it just sat there. Him being Hawaiian, told me that the Hawaiian culture believes that is evil.
Anyway, over the next several days, residents on the 25th, 26th, and 27th floors kept calling down complaining of loud banging noise that sounded like they were coming from outside their balcony, but when they open the sliding doors, the noise stopped. We must have fielded a dozen calls over those few days. Building management got involved when a couple of the residents (very superstitious) asked to have someone come out and exercise the ghost out of the building (must have assumed it was the old lady that passed.
This person came out and I got to escort her and the manger and building maintenance guy around while she performed her thing. She said she detected three spirits on the property. Now mind you, I'm not buying any of this. I'm trying hard not to laugh as she's talking with the manager about it. She said one was at the back end of the garage, one on the roof, and one on the 7th floor recreation area (pool, etc...).
She supposedly exercised their asses right on out of there. Oddly, the noise that the residents were complaining about stopped after that.
Here comes the weird (personal) part. One of our duties ( I said duties
The next night, another guy and I both went through the routine and nothing happened. It only happened that one time, but I'll never forget the feeling that came over me that night.
I'm sure she wore those spirits out with all that exercising!
Buddy lived in a haunted house when we were growing. When they first bought the place, he and a friend decided to stay the night in the basement before everything was moved in. When they woke up in the morning, the beds and dressers were faced in a completely different direction. I used to think I was tough, so I called BS. They dared me to sleep down there by myself. I locked all the doors before I went to bed, double checked everything. There's no way anyone could have gotten in without me noticing. I wake up the next morning and the bed was in the same spot, but all of the dressers and bedroom furniture were pushed up against the wall.
They also had an organ attached to a wall in the basement. There were nights that you could hear the organ playing out of no where. CREEPY.
They also had an organ attached to a wall in the basement. There were nights that you could hear the organ playing out of no where. CREEPY.
The Smiling Man (Not my story)
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
A couple of months ago, my friend's cousin (a single mother) bought a new cell phone. After a long day of work, she came home, placed her phone on the counter, and went watch to TV; her son came to her and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him not to call anyone or mess with text messages, and he agreed.
At around 11:20, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed. She walked to his room and saw that he wasn't there. She then ran over to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.
Relieved, she picked her phone back up from his hand to inspect it. Browsing through it, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc., but then she opened up her saved pictures. She began deleting the pictures he had taken, until only one new picture remained.
When she first saw it, she was in disbelief. It was her son sleeping on her bed, but the picture was taken by someone else above him... and it showed the left half of an elderly woman's face.
At around 11:20, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed. She walked to his room and saw that he wasn't there. She then ran over to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.
Relieved, she picked her phone back up from his hand to inspect it. Browsing through it, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc., but then she opened up her saved pictures. She began deleting the pictures he had taken, until only one new picture remained.
When she first saw it, she was in disbelief. It was her son sleeping on her bed, but the picture was taken by someone else above him... and it showed the left half of an elderly woman's face.
I read the story before I saw the video a couple of years ago. I always pictured the guy like a taller more cartoonish version of the Joker from Batman. The guy in the video looks like Deputy Doofy from Scared Movie, I always pictured him as more of a insane asylum type.
She looks pretty good for being 110 and dead.A couple of months ago, my friend's cousin (a single mother) bought a new cell phone. After a long day of work, she came home, placed her phone on the counter, and went watch to TV; her son came to her and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him not to call anyone or mess with text messages, and he agreed.
At around 11:20, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed. She walked to his room and saw that he wasn't there. She then ran over to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.
Relieved, she picked her phone back up from his hand to inspect it. Browsing through it, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc., but then she opened up her saved pictures. She began deleting the pictures he had taken, until only one new picture remained.
When she first saw it, she was in disbelief. It was her son sleeping on her bed, but the picture was taken by someone else above him... and it showed the left half of an elderly woman's face.
There were stories that the little apartment building across from the Art School on Riverside Drive was haunted. People having the sheets ripped back off of the in bed, etc.
I've got some real personal experiences I could talk about. Real creepy, but I'm sure half the board would call me crazy.
There is a great subreddit I think a lot of you would enjoy called NoSleep. It's just a bunch of creepy stories that people come up with, and a lot of them are pretty well written. Some claim to be true and others are obviously made up, but everyone plays along as part of the fun. They will do multi-part series, so you can really get hooked on some of them.
https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/
Here is one I remember really creeping me out..
"Red light, green light"
I was 15 when this happened.
I woke up at 2:00am and had to take a piss. I got out of bed, and slowly navigated my dark room, my hand finding my door knob. I walked down the hallway, towards the bathroom.
Something you should know about my house is that its giant. My parents had 7 kids, and bought this house years ago. All of my siblings had moved out, and me being the youngest, was still there. Since all of my siblings had moved out, I got to pick whatever room I wanted to stay in, and I had chosen the room farthest from my parents room, that way I could play my music as loud as I wanted to. It was almost like having my own apartment.
Anyway, as I was walking down the hallway to the bathroom, I heard a small padding sound, almost like a cat running. Instead of continuing to the bathroom, I decided to go investigate. I went down the left corridor, pausing occasionally to listen for the noise. It sounded like it was coming from the stairs, which curved in a half spiral that lead downstairs.
Starting to get a little freaked out by now, I tip toed towards the stairs until I was about 12 feet away. My parents had bought those clap on clap off light things, which I was happy about, because that meant I wouldn't have to get right next to the stair case to get to the light switch.
I trained my eyes towards where I knew the stairs would begin, and clapped my hands. The lights came on, and it felt like a thousand knives impaled my skin. All that was visible, peeking up, fingers just barely coming over the step, was a face. Pale as a corpse, eyes as wide as golf balls, and stringy charcoal black hair. She was stairing at me, and I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. Her fingers left the stairs, and she raised her hands above her head. I prayed to God she wasn't about to do what I thought she was going to. She blinked once, and then clapped her hands. The lights went out, and I stumbled backwards several steps, tripping and falling backwards onto my ass. I could hear the rapid padding sound, and as I hit the ground I clapped my hands, not bothering to try to soften my fall.
The lights came on, and I tried to scream, but it was caught in my throat. Standing not 6 feet away from me, staying perfectly still on all fours, was the woman. She had a smile that literally spread from ear to ear, and her patchy, stringy hair was swinging back and forth, as if she had just been moving very fast. She was so skinny, it looked like leather draped over bones.
Her eyes were locked on me, and I began scooting back as fast as I could, as she slowly raised her hands above her head, her body staying in her strange, crouched position, and clapped her hands. It went black, and I felt a scream tear its way out of throat. I clapped my hands as quick as I could, still pushing myself back with my feet. The lights came on, and I felt my heart seize up. She was mere feet away from me, the skin on her face had stretched even further, if possible, into a hideous gleeful smile. I began to sob, as she slowly raised her hands above her head for a third time, eyes looking right into mine, and clapped. Just as the lights went out, I heard my mom and dad running, yelling my name.
They were close, and within seconds, my dad had turned on the lights. The thing was gone, and my parents found me on the ground, sobbing and wild eyed, having pissed myself at some point.
My parents called the police, and my mom stayed with me as my dad and the officers searched the house. After an hour, and finding nothing, the police left. My mom and dad let me sleep with them that night, and the next day we moved my stuff into the room right next to theirs.
I was messed up for a long time after that. When I turned 17 I went off to college, and I haven't slept in that house since.
I don't know what it was, or what would have happened if my parents hadn't been there, but I still have nightmares about it to this day.
https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/
Here is one I remember really creeping me out..
"Red light, green light"
I was 15 when this happened.
I woke up at 2:00am and had to take a piss. I got out of bed, and slowly navigated my dark room, my hand finding my door knob. I walked down the hallway, towards the bathroom.
Something you should know about my house is that its giant. My parents had 7 kids, and bought this house years ago. All of my siblings had moved out, and me being the youngest, was still there. Since all of my siblings had moved out, I got to pick whatever room I wanted to stay in, and I had chosen the room farthest from my parents room, that way I could play my music as loud as I wanted to. It was almost like having my own apartment.
Anyway, as I was walking down the hallway to the bathroom, I heard a small padding sound, almost like a cat running. Instead of continuing to the bathroom, I decided to go investigate. I went down the left corridor, pausing occasionally to listen for the noise. It sounded like it was coming from the stairs, which curved in a half spiral that lead downstairs.
Starting to get a little freaked out by now, I tip toed towards the stairs until I was about 12 feet away. My parents had bought those clap on clap off light things, which I was happy about, because that meant I wouldn't have to get right next to the stair case to get to the light switch.
I trained my eyes towards where I knew the stairs would begin, and clapped my hands. The lights came on, and it felt like a thousand knives impaled my skin. All that was visible, peeking up, fingers just barely coming over the step, was a face. Pale as a corpse, eyes as wide as golf balls, and stringy charcoal black hair. She was stairing at me, and I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. Her fingers left the stairs, and she raised her hands above her head. I prayed to God she wasn't about to do what I thought she was going to. She blinked once, and then clapped her hands. The lights went out, and I stumbled backwards several steps, tripping and falling backwards onto my ass. I could hear the rapid padding sound, and as I hit the ground I clapped my hands, not bothering to try to soften my fall.
The lights came on, and I tried to scream, but it was caught in my throat. Standing not 6 feet away from me, staying perfectly still on all fours, was the woman. She had a smile that literally spread from ear to ear, and her patchy, stringy hair was swinging back and forth, as if she had just been moving very fast. She was so skinny, it looked like leather draped over bones.
Her eyes were locked on me, and I began scooting back as fast as I could, as she slowly raised her hands above her head, her body staying in her strange, crouched position, and clapped her hands. It went black, and I felt a scream tear its way out of throat. I clapped my hands as quick as I could, still pushing myself back with my feet. The lights came on, and I felt my heart seize up. She was mere feet away from me, the skin on her face had stretched even further, if possible, into a hideous gleeful smile. I began to sob, as she slowly raised her hands above her head for a third time, eyes looking right into mine, and clapped. Just as the lights went out, I heard my mom and dad running, yelling my name.
They were close, and within seconds, my dad had turned on the lights. The thing was gone, and my parents found me on the ground, sobbing and wild eyed, having pissed myself at some point.
My parents called the police, and my mom stayed with me as my dad and the officers searched the house. After an hour, and finding nothing, the police left. My mom and dad let me sleep with them that night, and the next day we moved my stuff into the room right next to theirs.
I was messed up for a long time after that. When I turned 17 I went off to college, and I haven't slept in that house since.
I don't know what it was, or what would have happened if my parents hadn't been there, but I still have nightmares about it to this day.
Real life always more frightening than make believe. A few of these are completely plausible, smiling man, guy watching from window, real nightmares.
This happened about 3 years ago, and I still get goose bumps thinking about it. I was sleeping and got woken up by a squeaking sound. I laid in bed, trying to identify the sound, when it just stopped. Just chalked it up to the dog messing around with something in the living room, so I went back to sleep. The kids were at their mom's that night, so it was just me at the house. When I woke up in the morning, I went to take the dog outside and sitting right in front of my bedroom doorway was my sons trike. Now there was no way for me to have gotten in or out of the bedroom without having to step over, or around it, so I know it wasn't there when I went to bed. You could still see the imprints of the wheels on the carpet going from my sons bedroom, down the hall and into the doorway. Creeped the hell out of me, searched the whole house and found nothing.
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