No.15178
Who here has any spooky stories to share? I have one involving a certain ghost cat,and a few others.No pressure at all on sharing.Pic unrelated.
No.15221
Well there was this one time when I was 17
>live outside of town
>go to bed
>dream I'm in town
>cute red haired girl is talking to me
>not a ginger, more of a dyed red
>can't hear her over this humming in my ears
>she leans in suddenly, whispering something in my ear
>wake up in town, sitting propped against a rock
>fully dressed, even have my phone
>it's 3am
>still half asleep I end up ringing my mum to let her know where I am
>my shoes are even on, my wallet is in place, nothing stolen
>mum drives into town to pick me up since there was no way I could walk back and she's really protective without shit like this
>spend next few days kind of light headed and pale, but end up recovering fine and managing my own sluggishness pretty well
>mum still calls it sleep walking
Shit was kind of weird actually.
No.15229
I do urbex but am also a ball-less chickenshit, I've got plenty of stories along the lines of:
>be me, in a fucking creepy-ass abandoned hospital or some shit
>3 AM, natch
>hear literally any fucking thing ever
>nope the fuck out
No.15234
>be me, small business manager extraordinaire
>run-down auto shop, to set the scene
>come in early to unlock shop
>open door
>fucking mannequin right up in my grill
Let me stress that there is no reason for a mannequin to be anywhere near there. Shop is in an industrial park, not exactly a hot shopping district. Nearest mall is 10+ miles. Thing was missing both arms and a leg (held up by a metal pole sticking out of its ass) and looked like someone tried to burn it or something. As for how it got in, only two other people are supposed to have keys to open, one was out of town and the other was off both days and lives almost an hour away. That said, we do lend out keys to other employees on occasion and aren't exactly nazis about making sure they get back right away, so it's at least possible that another employee had a key. Cameras picked up nothing suspicious, but the camera watching the side door (the one we open from, and where the fucking mannequin was waiting at) was conveniently offline. More evidence it was one of the guys pulling a prank… except no one ever came forward.
No.15236
Over the last few days I've been hearing music coming from seemingly empty fields surrounding my house. It's probably nothing, but it's weirding me out.
No.15245
4th of July I heard all these loud resonant booming sounds, like a cannon going off.
Not fireworks I fucking know what those sound like, this was louder very deep and low pitched. One every hour or so from about noon to midnight.
No.15752
>>15234
That's fucked up, man.
No.16075
I got one
>be 17
>into urbex with my friend, lets call him Joe
>we go to an abandoned building near us
>I think it was a mental hostpital or something, idk
>go inside through window in the back of the building
>brought flashlights, weed, etc
>I know we're dumb
>so we explore the building a little bit
>come to open room, atrium type thing
>suddenly Joe stops dead in his tracks
>"whats wron-"
>"shutup anon, listen"
>so i stop and listen closely
>breathing. faint breathing from down the hall
>we're not alone
>joe and I run the fuck out
>nope back to the car
we didn't talk about it for a while, nothing too crazy but still spooped us hard
No.16076
>My first house until i was six
>my mom and my uncle grew up here, mom moved back in after she had me
>I spend all my time in the basement, which was a playroom
>little brother was only a baby so he doesnt remember
>anyway this is my mom's story from when she was a kid
>having a sleepover in the basement with a couple friends
>after everyone else is asleep she wakes up at 2-3am
>sees white figure floating in front of her
>she said it looked kinda sad
>paralyzed with fear, but eventually falls back asleep
>wakes up the next morning, comes upstairs
>"you guys wouldnt believe what i-"
>uncle chimes in before she can finish sentence
>"oh you saw the ghost?"
>apparently it has woken him up a bunch but he doesnt give a shit
>that feel when I realize i hung out down in the basement most of my 6-year old life
>alone
No.16077
>another story about my mom
>shes a teenager in her old house
>hanging with a couple of friends
>decide to play a game with the oujia board
>not sure if this was before or after the ghost sighting
>anyway she and her friends are messing around
>find an entity (if you wanna call it that) that responds
>talking with it, seems innocuous enough
>suddenly her friend starts feeling a little off
>she feels warm to the touch, stomach is sick
>asks the board "are you doing this"
>Y-E-S
>"why are you doing this?"
>it spells out " I want her"
>put the board away, never touched it again
>friend starts feeling better
>refuses to talk about it until my brother says he wants to use a oujia board
No.16085
>>16075
It's a hobo. It's always a hobo.
No.16097
>be 12 or 13
>hanging out at Cousins for sleep over
>around 0100 we decide to go to bed finally
>in his room on the bottom bunk of bunk bed
>cousin is passed out and I'm still partially awake
>something awakens me by moving just so slightly in the darkness in the hallway
>woman peering into the room with long, black hair
>only 3 guys in the house
>SHITNIGGER.JPG
>slowly turn away from woman silhouette
>hear feet dragging into room
>praying god kills me so I'm safe from this nightmare
>hear the woman say "He's not going to help you"
>feel her hair touch my shoulder and slowly hear the dragging of feet moving away from the bed
>6 hours pass and I'm still staring at the wall trying not to cry at what happened
That was almost 9 years ago to date and I still don't like to talk about it
No.16102
>>16085
Hobos can be pretty damn spoopy
No.16109
No.16139
>>16109
No, you fucking faggot lol
I was scared shitless
No.16148
>>16139
It's okay, you were young and foolish. If it ever comes back though remember that sexual dominance is the most effective way to deal with ghosts.
No.16149
>>16139
It's okay, you were young and foolish. If it ever comes back though remember that sexual dominance is the most effective way to deal with ghosts.
No.16171
>Be me sitting in back room of my grandparent's house around 2 am or so.
>Hear this weird noise that sounds like a group of dying cats just outside the window.
>Noise goes on for 40 minutes until it suddenly stops.
>I never checked exactly what it was because i was too spooked
I have another story from being in that room at night, this happened a couple years before the other accident
>Be sitting on laptop in room reading wikipedia articles
>This was around New Years and Christmas time
>Suddenly look up and see Grandmother standing in front of the room by the door
>She looks lifeless and extremely pale
>I later figured out that it was probably a tulpa, although they didnt really interact with me in anyway, no idea what it's propose was, if they even have any other then to spook people out
>I do remember myself not caring that it was there, it's like i wasnt phased about it at all.
>Looking back i wonder exactly how that didnt scare me at all, i mean the thing stayed there for a good 10 minutes before disappearing.
No.16192
>>15178
OP share the secret of the spooky ghost cat
No.16236
>>15245
look up "strange booms" or "sky trumpets" on youtube, then pewp de pewpty pantz
No.16237
No.16238
>>16077
>decided to play with ouja
bord
dumbass, for all the reasons.
No.16239
>>16097
>believing what someone says that has bad intentions, ghost or person
G-D is everywhere, don't worry
No.16290
I have experienced only 2 actual spooky shit so far, and I pretty much live next to cemetery. Sometimes it's cozy at night when you look out of the window and you see all the candles.
Story 1:
>Be around 12
>Went home from somewhere all alone while my mom was with my sister somewhere
>Don't remember where exactly
>Front gate is directly 4 meters away from the house doors
>Unlocking the gate
>See some white shit moving between the doors of the old gate and the house doors and it had a height of a person
>Freak out and instantly called my mom
>Tells me to stop being a wuss and to just go inside
>Spent 2 hours standing in front of the gate, freaking out
>When mom arrived with sister, mom yelled at me that I'm stupid and sister was taking the piss out of me for that for more than a month
Between that, I just constantly heard footsteps outside or when I was home alone, like someone was walking around the house. It was either cats outside or mice.
Story 2:
>Be around 16 years old
>Home alone being sick and sitting behind a computer
>Headphones around neck because my ears began to hurt after having them on for 4 hours
>About to play GTA San Andreas
>Suddenly hear an unknown female voice whispering my name into my right ear, like someone was next to me
>Instantly jump out of the chair
>Headphones snapped in half because they were on my neck
>Run the fuck out outside
>Spend the next 3 hours sitting curled up in the middle of a garden trying to get the courage to get back to house
No.17306
>>16236
Heimdall, anyone?
RAGNAROK IS SOON TO ARRIVE.
No.17326
>>16290
You madam, are a inflamed vagina.
No.17335
>>16239
>G-D
Jews are everywhere, don't worry L
No.17336
>>16239
>G-D
Jews are everywhere, don't worry
No.20082
>>16290
Wow your mom is right, you really are a wuss.
No.20107
I have one, i was going to make a thread out of this but didn't want to risk myself becoming a shitlord OP. So, Last night i fell asleep, nothing unusual, i was watching some cringe comps on youtube and after a while i decided to sleep while listening to music - So there i was with my earbuds and my cellphone on my counter. And fell asleep - This morning i woke up facing the opposite side of the bed, i had a really bad case of hurting in my bones, and my throat hurt a lot (inb4 i suck dicks).
I took it as some poor sleep and got up. Went to the shower. And noticed this weird mark on my arm.
I don't want to go ahead and say "o yea aliens abduct me". But i can't come up with anything else.
Also, i checked and it isn't some kind of thing i got pressed against my arm all night long. Why do i know this? Because it has been there for days.
No.20114
>>20107
>last night I fell asleep
>it has been there for days
No.20118
>>20107
>So, Last night i fell asleep
>Because it has been there for days
3spoopy5me
No.20119
>>15178
>last week, after ~12 yrs, family moves from western gardentown-border of capital's agglomeration to where it fuses w/ the city
>western edge is full of hills and woods, formerly swampy region
>little sister always saw inferior shadow people (hiders), also felt their attentive presence
>occasionally something sinister and threatening
>also saw faces in patterns, apparitions, etc.
>light flipped off for her without a sound or a person to flip it by prank
>she had out of body dreams in which she would gain consciousness out in the street
>she would instinctively stand up and run home, and whenever she turned back, street lights were going out behind her
>she would then enter our home and head to her bed, supportively escorted by increasing group of shadow people
>coming close to door, pressure of threat trying to stop her from going inside
>opens the door, where there's a wardrobe on the right hand side with mirror covering
>she would look into the mirror, through it at the bed
>and she would stare back at herself, then wake up, staring at the mirror from the bed in that exact direction
>TV programme would be the same as in dream (this part isn't that unexplainable imho)
>parents used to see white apparitions run up and down the staircase through kitchen space window
>dad once saw a white light at the corner of the neighboring street (c. 100 m / 300 ft) that turned out to be a female apparition (he calls it an 'angel'), sped through the house, passing through and cooling off his left shoulder
>dad also felt being observed in the garage when he worked
>I always felt like something from the darkness was threatening to attack me, sis confirmed this feeling of someone trying to find an 'opening' to hunt you down
>felt worst when washing hands in the unlit bathroom at night
>my room's back wall is a mirror at the new place, looks out at a half-corridor to the street, very dim even at day yet I feel safe and sleep better
>same for sis who hasn't slept alone for years now
>place just feels safe
>only the weird afterglow of "this could be eerie, something could pop up etc." lingers for both of us
>dad's final night alone at old place (moving his old shit from garage) passed with various unexplainable sounds and a bunch of thin barky shreds (like walnut inner walls?) spread across the living room floor without a reasonable source (though there were plants in the room)
>next day I help out w/ packing, and coming out of mom/sis shared bedroom, I hear a faint "woo!" that wasn't the wind
Holy fuck I'm relieved to be out of there.
No.20120
>>20119
Also:
>street lamp opposite to my window used to always die 1-2 days after repair
>street used to seem pitch black aside from moonlight
No.20124
Great repository of stories from /k/
http://m.imgur.com/a/NepB0
No.20147
No.20148
>be me, 25
>go hiking w/ 2 friends in suburban hill area
>try to walk a distance and back to prepare for memorial trip (Germans saved our gramps' asses from getting raped and butchered by Soviets)
>I'm not used to hiking
>slowpoke_combo.jpg
>reach halfway town by dusk
>better turn back
>nightfall
>foggy fucking forest, steep hillside, slippery as fuck
>pretty dark b/c moon behind hill, roots stick out in path everywhere
>no flashlight, only phone
>still feeling safe and sound
>some stupid country race taking place
>people jogging w/ overhead lights
>path splits, go away from running path
>tiny clearing w/ logs
>lol we weren't going here
>k, let's go back
>feel a little uneasy, as if we're in the wrong place
>return to track, go up to hilltop rock, bathe in fullmoon-light
>snap up a can of beer
>totes chill
>head down to exit to hillside garden suburbs
>path widens, should feel safe
>feel uneasy
>be at the back
>notice off-rhythm rustling behind me
Have I told you I was at the back?
>slowly catch up w/ middle buddy
>"I hear something's following us"
>looks at me with eyes wide
>"seriously?"
>doesn't seem to ridicule me
>I silently move up to middle (I was unarmed)
>exit woods
>arrive at first completely urban crossroad
>we stop
>middle buddy tells me he saw a humanoid shadow crawling on all fours in the foliage without a sound from the corner of his eye before I told him I heard something
>he was scared shitless
No.20337
>>16290
Your mom sounds like an asshole.
No.20345
>>15245
Something like that actually happened last year to me and a couple friends. There was this place which was like a sand pit surrounded by woods behind a town baseball field. Mostly used for people dirt biking. A few years ago senior year of highschool we used to have massive fires and we dropped mushrooms a couple times.
Fastforward to last year we went back to see if there were any remnants of the spot (we had a couch we brought that someone left by the side of the road, a bunch of stumps for seats and a pretty big fire pit.) Only thing that was left when we went was the slight trace of the fire pit. We decided to smoke a bowl, on this really steep hill a couple hundred feet into the tree line. The sun was starting to set as we lit up.
Out of nowhere there were these loud bangs that sounded like construction in the middle of the woods. And they happened like every minute or so getting louder and louder. This is as it was getting dark mind you, we weren't quite freaked out just very tense from it shooting eachother looks everytime. Then from the sand pit this bright blue orbish thing slowly came over to the base of the hill, I saw it coming but sort of just stared. As it approached the base I said 'What the hell' and as soon as the other two turned to see it instinctively we booked it through the woods. It was probably one of the scariest experiences I've ever had. Theres only been like one time after that night where we talked about it, and nobody has any clue what it was.
No.20351
I got a few, short and sweet ones.
When I was younger, probably around 8/9, my aunts used to scare me with this gorilla or ape man looking mask (inb4 nig-nogs broke into my house.) and it terrified the sht out of me.
One night, at my grandmothers house, I'm sleeping in my aunts room, kinda drifting in and out. Come into consciousness and look over at the wall, where I noticed the closet door creeping open all slow like. Then, that goddamn mask slithers, like a snake, across the floor, up the wall, and into the corner, where it stares at me.
I am fucking paralyzed in fear at this point, I can't even piss myself. Eventually I notice it isn't there anymore, I didn't see it leave, it just stopped being there.
After reading up on sleep paralysis, I've come to the conclusion that this is the most likely case, as I couldn't move and the whole scene just drifted out.
If anyone else is interested I have a couple more "experiences" I could share.
No.20354
>>16075
was probably a hobo
No.20356
No.20368
>>15245
Could've been rednecks with actual canons. That shit isn't really difficult to build, and you better believe people in America do it.
No.20379
ok, I'll tell you why I believe this shit.
One day I was sitting at my desk, which was situated next to my bedroom door. Heavy 7' desk with full computer setup and I think at the time a fish tank on it as well.
This day I was shitposting as usual, I get up for a piss. I am alone at home, I get up and close the bedroom door behind me (My bipolar sister used to steal anything not nailed down, so its muscle memory for me to at least close the door)
Anyway I come back, door is jammed, weird, but if i push it there seems to be some give. turns out my desk has been pushed 2' across the back my door :S I push enough to crawl under the desk (6'4" dude and I could barely push it) find no one, nothing out of the ordinary apart from the desk. Rolling blinds are shut tight, nothing under the bed or in the walk in, no ceiling access, nothing.
That house was haunted as shit. Apparitions (shadowy old lady I walked through a few times), EVP (EVERY ROOM HAD A WALL MOUNTED RADIO INTERCOM), items moving themselves, we all saw it.
>MFW old ghost lady watched me fap
No.20380
>>20379
The apparitions, EVP etc I thought at the time could be just my brain being an asshole or some kind of explainable bullshit, but the Schrödinger's ghost thing with the desk was what really convinced me theres an unknown force that can drag a huge desk covered in heavy shit silently and without hands.
No.20388
Barely counts, but here it goes anyway.
I have a recurring problem with… how to explain. I get up from bed and get ready for my day, but shortly after I wake up and it turned out that I never actually got up, I just dreamed of getting up. Sometimes, it happens to me several times in a row. Hence why I tend to get up late, as it takes me a while to wake up for real. I've gotten in trouble for arriving late at work. Is this just something wrong with my subconscious, or is there something more to it?
No.20394
>>20388
Sounds to me like your brain is being a jerk and running through the beginning your day because thats whats running through your mind some time before going to sleep, brains work on problems automatically and it seems your problem is mornings. Try leaving all thoughts of work/study at work/school (i know, hard) and/or give lucid dreaming a chance.
No.20411
>>20394
>give lucid dreaming a chance
Sory for spoonfeeding request, but could you point me to resources on the matter?
No.20414
>>20411
NP, it seems difficult but the process is actually pretty simple;
Step 1; keep a dream journal, just a book or document you can write your dreams in the next day
step 2; reality checks; every couple hours think "am I dreaming?"
step 3. before sleep, think "tonight, i'll be aware I am dreaming"
theres different ways to do it, but thats pretty much it
http://www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.com/how-to-have-your-first-lucid-dream.html
The mind is crazy powerful, its pretty godamn rad.
No.20418
i had a ghost of a little girl living in my room, she would touch my hands when i would sleep with my arms stretched out and cry when i would turn off the lights at night. it was spooky at first but i got used to it overtime; i don't live there anymore. it was a pretty god damn spooky house. heres another story that might have been related to the little girl.
>watching tv
>room has a mirror on the north wall with rosary beads from a dead friend with a small painting hanging above it
>tv faces north but is against the south wall
>about 10ft of space in-between where i was sitting and the mirror
>watching tv during the day
>show i was watching cuts to a black screen for the commercial break
>i can see everything behind me in the reflection of the screen
>do a double take
>the painting above the mirror is now floating above my head
>quickly turn to look
>painting is now in mid fall near the mirror and hits the ground
>sit there wondering what the fuck i just saw
i have also seen what i think was a familiar, heard guttural screams from what sounded like a woman in a nearby wooded area, seen a floating golden orb and shadow people; the shadows would mostly knock and scratch at windows while just standing there; i had a strange connection with those things when i was a teenager, i think i was even possessed by one while sleeping. i still remember that damn well.
No.20419
>>20418
heres the shadow possession dream, the feeling is very hard to describe but i'll do the best i can.
>go to bed like any other night
>wake up after a while and go back to sleep
>immediately feel something is wrong as i am in the dream
>like that primal fear you would get if you were locked in a small room with a poisonous snake
>i am still in my room lying down where i am sleeping but everything is off
>objects in the room and the home's walls, doors and windows were too big, small or just not where they should be
>i know i am dreaming but it doesn't feel like my own
>i can not wake up so i walk around
>after a while of searching the home i open a door to a room and stop in my tracks
>there is a three dimensional shadow standing in the middle of the room
>after a few seconds of staring at it-it turns around to face me
>although it had no facial features i got the feeling it was smiling at me
>i feel this cold, calming evil intent creep though my body
>as the sensation reaches my head the ideas of hurting others both physically and mentally take over my mind
>everything about this feels wrong but frighteningly very good.
>as i feel that i have lost control of my face it starts to move on its own
>my mouth moves to form a grin feeling as if its using every muscle possible to smile ear to ear
>an unflinching smile that felt better as it got wider
>everything about it feels so good
>i snap out of this mindset and start praying and use all my willpower to force myself to break free
>like goku trying to turn ss3 for the first time sort of force
>the smiling stops and i regain control of my body
>the shadow takes two steps back then i wake up
>still in a fight or flight mode i instantly get on my feet and heel kick the closest thing which was a solid wood endtable
>i spend the next half hour on the floor holding my foot while sweating bullets over what just happened.
No.20426
>fell asleep at my computer one night
>things were fairly normal at first
>text document appears on screen titled "I am watching you"
>I look over and theres a tall slim and dark figure with 3 gray and diseased arms typing nonsense on my keyboard
>for some reason I decide to touch one of the arms
>I can actually feel it like it wasn't a dream
>I then follow the arm up into the darkness and my hand gets wet
>wake up and everything is normal
No.20453
now you guys have me all spooped up, should i walk to my local cemetery, its 10pm and its only 1.5km but i start work at sixam.
No.20470
>>20426
Why does that picture look so familiar? Sauce?
No.20472
>>20453
YES PLEASE NIGGA
>>20470
It's from Junji Ito's Long Dream.
No.20481
Two quick ones for y'all.
>be me, about 14
>with dad and little brother, 13
>we're duck hunting in Arkansas
>our lease is out in the middle of the sticks, no phone reception or anything
>no one in my family has a smart phone yet anyways
>been hunting for several hours with no luck, we got up before the sun was out and it's nearing noon
>I close my eyes to take a quick nap while waiting for ducks to fly overhead and call down
>don't manage to fall asleep, as the first thing I see is a clear blue sky as something streaks into the atmosphere before exploding into bits, rousing me instantly
>describe what I saw to dad and lil bro
>"that's weird."
>hunt with dad and lil bro for a few more hours before heading back home
>when we get back home, mom asks us if we've heard what happened with the space shuttle
>turns on the news
>ofw the Columbia shuttle explosion looks exactly like the fireball I saw while I was hunting
The second story is the most recent, but arguably not as cool as the first
>night before Halloween this year, my friends and I go to a local hookah lounge because bored
>stay until around 11:30 pm, and on the way back stupidly mention I've never seen a ghost
>friends know of several spots outside our town with several well-known roadside apparitions
>they manage to convince my chickenshit ass to go find them
>works out well, since it'd be Halloween midnight when we get back
>one of the apparitions is known only as "hoody guy," who wears a black or grey hoody that you can't see under with blue jeans and muddy boots
>we drive around for about an hour in various "hot spots" for this and a couple other ghosts
>suddenly jump in my seat as friend's car goes around the corner
>thought I got spooked by headlight's reflections on back of a road sign
>as we drive around some more with little luck, it hits me like a well-thrown brick
>I start to distinctly remember a tall humanoid shape at the road sign
>it was only there for a second before evaporating as my eyes moved towards it to focus in
>it was wearing a grey hoody with its hands in its pockets, and it had a pair of blue jeans on
>my mind managed to take all this in but didn't process it until nearly half an hour later, since it was there and suddenly gone so fast
No.20494
>>20481
>as the first thing I see is a clear blue sky as something streaks into the atmosphere before exploding into bits, rousing me instantly
>ofw the Columbia shuttle explosion looks exactly like the fireball I saw while I was hunting
No.20559
>>20107
I wake up with strange bruises on me all the time too. People comment on them and it's always "Oh i didn't even know i had that LOL" but it legit spooks me.
No.20561
a few years ago, i opened a stream via laptop/phone on halfchan's /x/ until about 4am [this was happening same time people wanted to get picked up in an UFO by some guy].
UFO's flying about and stuff.
much later, found out someone hacked into a IP cam and took a picture of me waving to the sky.
http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/24945639
>[15:00] [34:30] [39:00] Are the UFO sighting frames
No.20562
No.23208
Alright, I've got something that really rattled my bones.
>Last year
>At aunts house, with her, and a bunch of aunts family
>Decide to whip out the Ouija board.
>House is old as shit, old people lived their lives, then died in it probably.
>Start asking questions and shit
>End up finding SOMETHING
>Presume it to be the old man who owned the house last, did renovations and shit
>Starts to communicate
>Lights flicker in my aunts bedroom, which was visible from dining room
>We ask them to do it again, light flicker again
>Everybody in the house is here, nobody is flipping the breaker or messing with the light
>Some one suggests to go in there, since it would be "more powerful"
>Go in there, lights in room go apeshit for a sec, until we calmed him down, I guess.
>Start asking about his family
>Did you have a son? "NO"
>Did you have a wife? "YES"
>What was her name? "NO"
>Can you tell us her name? "NO"
Both lights in the room flicker, nobody messing with them, both on the same breaker
>Is she with you? "NO"
>What CAN you tell us?
>Letters gravitate, spelling out D-O-W-N-9
>wtf? we all think.
>Decide to start investigating the house, I decide to check the basement
>On the air duct leading up to aunts room, I see "DAWN↑"
>Writing kinda looked like DOWN9 from afar, poor handwriting
>Nope the fuck out of there
>Tell everyone, we check it out, everyone spooked
>Put Ouija away for the night
No.23224
>>16171
I had the same thing happen to me. Not being a pussy I looked out the window. It was two cats fucking. After a few minutes a third cat tried to get in on the action and they ran away.
No.23260
I've got a story from when I was in college, I've only posted the whole thing online once before on halfchan /x/.
I'm not really sure if you guys prefer greentext or normal format, so I'll just tell it like a normal story I guess.
It was my freshman year of college and my roommate was a pretty cool guy, and after a few months I started learning more about him. He tells me this crazy story about how he was born in France before his family moved to the US, and he lived there for a couple years. When he was a toddler still, like two or less, he was playing outside and fell into a pond and drowned. Some time later, his grandfather finds him floating in the water, pulls him out, and apparently started pleading in Old French, saying things like "give him back" and "it's not his time" etc, along with CPR. Roommate survives, obviously. I heard this story from him a couple of months before the weird shit happened, so it's good to know it first for context.
Fast forward 20 years to college. I used to go home on Fridays and stay at home over the weekend, then come back Sunday afternoon, since I lived nearby. So I leave on Friday, come back on Sunday, and my roommate is freaking out when I get back. He's practically got the room barricaded, he's pacing around in his underwear, the place is a mess. So I ask what's been going on, and he tells me that for the last two nights (Friday and Saturday nights) he had been woken up in the following manner: In the middle of the night, he feels an icy chill running up the front of his face, like someone had taken an ice cube and run it from the tip of his nose to the top of his forehead. He would open his eyes, and would see a cloaked figure hovering horizontally over him. The cloaked figure was human-sized, but the cloak was empty except for the eyes, which just sort of floated where eyes would be if a whole body had been there. The eyes were red and yellow, bloodshot, with white crosses for pupils. Roommate said he woke up as soon as he felt the cold on his face, and then just stared at this thing floating above him, and then it started to talk, in Old French, saying things like "I've come for you" and "It's your time."
Both times this happened, roommate freaks out and flails at it, swinging his arms around. This seems to dismiss whatever had appeared, because it didn't show up again until the next night at the same time.
So after two nights of this, I've now returned, and he tells me this story. This was back when I was still straight edge, so I didn't even drink at this point in my life, and I was very skeptical, especially because he was a drinker and a smoker. So mostly to humor him I ask him some questions about what it did, what it was like, etc. And here's where I probably did something stupid: I told him to command it to appear before us.
At that point in my life I had very little knowledge about paranormal stuff beyond a few books and things, so I guess I knew a few "basics" and I guess I thought if you command them directly, they're meant to give some kind of response. So he raises his voice and shouts for whatever it was to show itself again, and nothing happens. I tell him to do it again, but in the Old French, and he does, and that's when things got weird.
No.23261
>>23260
cont.
Immediately, the temperature dropped maybe 20-30 degrees, to the point where we were shuddering with the cold. I was fully clothed, he was just in his underwear, but the change had been instantaneous. And as I'm wondering what the fuck happened with the temperature, the roommate starts screaming his head off, and as I watch, a series of thick raised welts begin forming across his chest and belly, as if something had dragged the back of a very sharp knife hard against his skin; three horizontal marks, and one vertical mark going through the others diagonally. And I do consider myself a skeptic, and I've often thought of what could have happened with the welts; I had been watching him, and he didn't scratch himself, or rub up on anything, and he was only in underpants so I could literally see these things form and raise up on his torso. I took some pictures but since this was over 10 years ago now, unfortunately those have been lost due to a broken laptop.
So he's screaming his head off, shouting that the cuts burn. Only thing I can think of to do is draw upon the full extent of my supernatural knowledge, which was mostly new age shit at the time - I drew a rune of protection on our door with a marker, sprinkled salt along the edges of our door and windows, and then lit a white candle. Roommate and I spent the rest of the night sitting up in bed together terrified, but nothing happened.
Next day, we kind of laugh it off and go back about our business, but I had a friend who was into the whole Wiccan thing and I was telling her about it. She freaked out and called her coven or whatever, and that afternoon I was meeting with three self proclaimed witches. Normally I think that kind of thing is a bunch of hokum but this was strange. They met me in the common area on campus, and then immediately set off for my dorm, and once inside they all headed directly for our room; none of them knew where I lived, and I hadn't told any of them at this point. But about 20 feet from my door, they all stop dead in the middle of the hallway, and tell me "It doesn't want us to go any further."
Their leader pulled out some materials from her bag and made two necklaces out of twine, string, and little silver bells, roommate and I each got one. She said they were supposed to protect us, and to my knowledge my roommate hasn't taken his off to this day. I never wore mine, since I didn't seem to be the "target" of whatever came to our room, but my roommate hasn't said anything about seeing something like that again.
So, happy ending, I guess. Anyone recognize the thing my roommate saw? Would be kind of nice to put a name to this entity or whatever, I usually just call it the French Spectre of Death.
Pic related is a shitty shoop I did at the time after hearing my roommates description of the cloaked eyes (yes that was originally Darth Maul). Wish I could get the actual pictures of his torso with the welts but as I said earlier that computer completely died.
No.24396
>>15178
So do any of you remember those Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 1930s? The ones that were just put out on DVD a few years ago? Well, I hear there is one that was unreleased to even the most avid classic Disney fans.
According to sources, it's nothing special. It's just a continuous loop (like Flintstones) of Mickey walking past six buildings that goes on for two or three minutes before fading out. Unlike the cutesy tunes put in though, the song on this cartoon was not a song at all, just a constant banging on a piano for a minute and a half before going to white noise for the remainder of the film.
It wasn't the jolly old Mickey we've come to love either, Mickey wasn't dancing, not even smiling, just kind of walking as if you or I were walking, with a normal facial expression, but for some reason his head tilted side to side as he kept this dismal look.
Up until a year or two ago, everyone believed that after it cut to black and that was it. When Leonard Maltin was reviewing the cartoon to be put in the complete series, he decided it was too junk to be on the DVD, but wanted to have a digital copy due to the fact that it was a creation of Walt. When he had a digitized version up on his computer to look at the file, he noticed something.
The cartoon was actually 9 minutes and 4 seconds long. This is what my source emailed to me, in full (he is a personal assistant of one of the higher executives at Disney, and acquaintance of Mr. Maltin himself):
"After it cut to black, it stayed like that until the 6th minute, before going back into Mickey walking. The sound was different this time. It was a murmur. It wasn't a language, but more like a gurgled cry. As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird. The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickeys walking. And the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk.
On the 7th minute, the murmur turned into a bloodcurdling scream (the kind of scream painful to hear) and the picture was getting more obscure. Colors were happening that shouldn't have been possible at the time. Mickey's face began to fall apart. his eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upward on the left side of his face.
The buildings became rubble floating in midair and the sidewalk was still impossibly navigating in warped directions, a few seeming inconceivable with what we, as humans, know about direction. Mr. Maltin got disturbed and left the room, sending an employee to finish the video and take notes of everything happening up until the last second, and afterward immediately store the disc of the cartoon into the vault. This distorted screaming lasted until 8 minutes and a few seconds in, and then it abruptly cuts to the Mickey Mouse face at the credits of the end of every video with what sounded like a broken music box playing in the background.
This happened for about 30 seconds, and whatever was in that remaining 30 seconds I haven't been able to get a sliver of information about. From a security guard working under me who was making rounds outside of that room, I was told that after the last frame, the employee stumbled out of the room with pale skin saying "Real suffering is not known" seven times before speedily taking the guard's pistol and offing himself on the spot.
The thing I could get out of Leonard Maltin was that the last frame was a piece of Russian text that roughly said "the sights of hell bring its viewers back in". As far as I know, no one else has seen it, but there have been dozens of attempts at getting the file on rapidshare by employees inside the studios, all of whom have been promptly terminated of their jobs.
Whether it got online or not is up for debate, but if rumors serve me right, it's online somewhere under "suicidemouse.avi". If you ever find a copy of the film, I want you to never view it, and to contact me by phone immediately, regardless of the time. When a Disney Death is covered up as well as this, it means this has to be something huge.
Get back at me,
TR"
I've yet to find a copy of this, but it is out there. I know it.
No.24443
Interesting stories. Here is a happy one:
>be me last september, labor day weekend
>pushing through ptsd, still from a bad 2 years of hell
>go to the beach with the family for the holiday
>reluctant but still go
>while there I have this inkling to let everything out
>afraid to drink due to ptsd
>drink anyway because why not im with family
>drink too much, start reliving memories, go to bar with sisters
>confess to my sisters about what I experienced and what I was made to do
>almost cry at the bar we went to because it was so hard to relive
>have moral support, feel like I lifted something from my shoulder
>begin to embrace family again the next morning/day
>finish reading 'Tuesdays with Morrie' and ponder about forgiveness
>Later I go to air show with dad/sis
>filled to the brim with good conservatives but mostly retarded trailer trash
>incidentally dress out of place/didnt do laundry (looked like a stoner)
>become overwhelmed again, begin to feel social anxiety/ptsd kicking in
>go to car, enjoy the airshow from inside, put on music
>incredible moment of synchronicity, sudden realization, coalescence of notions and facts
>see a holistic unity in purpose, all of my philosophic questions amalgamate into answers
>return to the room and feel entirely uplifted, inexplicable happiness begins to take over
>stand over the balcony that night and fathom the essence of absolution/atonement
>next morning, pack to go home, and everything around me is more lucid, crisp, and beautiful
>mom tries to talk politics but i tell her that i want to enjoy the ride due to how lucid life had become
>unconsciously say to myself: So this is enlightenment?
>return home, ate chinese food that tasted like it was cooked for the noblest king although it was just your regular chinaman snacks
>family noticeably interested in my rapid change in behavior from being despondent to expressing felicity
>go outside and brush my hands upon leaves of trees and stare into the forest
>life looks and feels like a mushroom trip, except im sober and everything feels ineffably incredible
>continuous epiphanies occur as I lie on a beach chair and stair into the aether
>inexplicable amounts of happiness, laughter, and liveliness
My life was forever changed. All that I studied in philosophy was completely elucidated. It was like those zen buddhist/taoist parables about enlightenment. I know it's essentially taboo to talk about it because you automatically "discredit" yourself, but I don't care anymore at this point. I did what Jung had entailed in his essays and research, which is the amalgamation of the unconscious/conscious and generation of a higher state from within. It's more than that because it never goes away and is a juggernaut of power.
There is more to this story if you care to learn. If you have questions, I'd love to answer. But the process after 'awakening' never ends, and one can continually reach higher states with new challenges they intuitively welcome into their life by going with the flow.
No.24444
my parent's house has some kind of visual thing (hallucination? ufo? spoopy ghost orb?) that appears outside the living room windows when you stand in the kitchen on the other side of the living room. These light colored things dart around the front porch and clearly move around obstacles, but are not visible from any other spot inside or out.
No.24464
posted on halfchan to lazy too retype
No.24472
>>24464
>small and hard thing in arm
How small and how hard? Also if you could post a picture of your scar that would be cool.
No.24473
No.24476
>>23261
Not Death himself, it's your roommate's death. IF Death claims someone you can't stop him, too strong and he doesn't threaten. At best Death will offer you a chance to set everything right before it's time, at worst he'll let you see him as you die, but that's rare.
However, specific manifestations of death can be left behind during NDE. In other words when Death spares someone, that specific death is sundered from himself. The Old French part is because his grandfather pleaded with Death in Old French. The manifestation just went crazy over time and started believing it was Death rather than a sundered piece.
Sundered manifestations can't actually kill on their own and are immeasurably weaker, which is why the Wiccans had effect.
No.24481
>>15178
>Lived in concord NH
>walk dog outside in the dark
>Is snowing them big heavy flakes that you know theres gonna be a foot in the morning
>three street lights on the road, mouth of road, bend, and around the bed
>Look down towards bend of road
>girl, maybe 14, at bend standing there
>Looks like either a thing, long coat, or a heavy bath robe
>Standing probably 5 or six feet near the light, but not exactly in it
>Suspect it to be one of the neighbor women as they're surprisingly short or one of the neighbors kids snuck outside
>Next day
>No footprints in snow anywhere near by, only on the edges of the road where kids walk to school from
I have no idea what I saw
Another time I can't remember if it was a dream or actually happening but when i lived in TN I saw this tall dude in just his tighty whitey underwear and bald, looked really pale. I was in 6th grade at the time so my image of his height was probably wrong
He stood at the end of the road then when i blinked he was gone. got on the bus, he was behind the bus, look behind bus a few times, he is just standing there in the middle of the road
No.24489
>>24472
>>24472
The scar is very thing and pretty feint so it doesn't show to well in the picture. It's barely a millimeter wide and a couple centimeters long. The object feels just like a metal bb but about half the size. It's floating under my skin but above my bicep muscle, I can pinch it and move it around if that makes sense. I've thought about getting drunk and cutting it out a few times but I've never had the balls.
No.24497
>>24489
Have you had any professional look at it? A dermatologist, or whatever?
If not, please, PLEASE, do so before doing anything crazy.
Also, have you tried to see how that supposed foreign object reacts with magnets?
No.24604
No.24682
>>15178
I guess I'll post this here, because the thread I made about it on halfchan's /x/ got deleted.
>A couple of years ago
>Be a hormone driven teenager that looks at a lot of porn almost every night
>Have the sudden urge to stop fapping and looking at porn for a whole week
>Think its really odd, but puberty itself is odd so I think its just something to do with my Libido
>At the same time I started to have really weird, completely non-sexual dreams
>Every dream consist of: Me in some random place, the place in question is sometimes a place from real life, sometimes it's from a movie or video game, and sometimes it just dreamlike and completely nonsensical
>Every dream also has a small girl who never says a word to me, but just smiles and reaches her arms out to me, which I automatically pick her up and kinda hold her in my arms like she's my child and carry her around
>The dream ends with me setting her down and she looks up at me and smiles
>Every dream is also a wet dream and I would wake up feeling exhausted and sweaty like I just worked out
>I also feel a really sharp pain in my chest and back like someone was laying on top of me
>This continued for a whole week
>Woke up one morning, and found a small footprint embedded in the carpet near my bed
>Pic related, it's the footprint
The thing to note is that that footprint is way too small to be mine and I don't have any younger siblings who could've made it.
No.24694
it's not exactly spooky, but kind of paranormal I suppose.
>lose necklace
>vanished without a trace from my nightstand
>tear the house apart for two days trying to find it
>lastnight
>get up to pee. turn on bathroom light and notice a perfect oval penmark on my chest, the exact size and shape of necklace.
>wat
>wash off ink, finish peeing, go back to room
>necklace is sitting on the floor of my room, right in front of my door.
Similar things have happened before. I'm pretty sure at some point I attracted some kind of spirit and now it just hangs around.
No.24734
>>15234
One of your other employees turned off the camera and left the door open before leaving work and then came later to set up the mannequin.
No.25368
true story
>be me, 14
>grew up inner city, don't judge me
>go urbex with my homeboys
>break into an old abandoned school, half of it burned down
>middle of the day, no sweat, no darkness
>we graffiti, smoke weed, break shit and smash open lockers most of the day
>follow a long hallway spray painting a line behind me as we walk
>get to a stairwell
>weve already been up, lets go down - me
>it gets darker and darker the longer we follow it
>about 2 and a half flights of stairs later, reach concrete
>oh sweet, creepy ass old cafeteria
>snoop around for a bit, nothing of value at all, hardly any spray paint
>explore the bathrooms, leave the girls and
>"oh what do we have here.?"
>janitors closet, the chain had been broken off, the door slightly ajar
>"anon habibi, you go in first"
>"yeah fuck you bro, I fuckin will, I'm not a fuckin pussy cuz"
tryingtobehardcore.jpg
>pull out my knife, turn on my phones flashlight
when you entire, there is only space on the right, otherwise there just a wall on the left
>creep down, super fucking slow
>"hey cuz-"
>realise I'm talking to myself
>they ditched me cause they thought it was funny to leave me in the dark spoopy storage room
>ahh fuck, "get back here you pricks"
>walk back, //the same way I came//, I cant stress this enough
>when all of a sudden FUCKING MANNEQUIN HOLY SHIT
>hoodlum instincts kick in, stab it in the 'neck' and bolt, knife still in it
>meet up with the cuzzies, try and explain what happened but they don't believe me
>think I dropped my knife and I'm too yelluh to go back in and get it
>laugh it off
but to this day, I still cant quite understand how I missed it when I went in. it stood on the left, up against the wall, right where I came in, you should've been able to see it before you even entered, but I only saw it on my way out.
now its a campfire story, always my first to share, even though it gives me the chilly willys
No.25375
>>16097
I got the worst chills in my life from that.
I don't know what to say, it's not like it was a horror story but fuck that's creepy.
No.25400
Well it was 1934.
My grand uncle tolly arthur
great grandfather Papa
And some others.
were out on the old farm.
Basically for the past 3 years a light had shone up on 'ol cannon hill
Now they went up to see what was up and got real spooked, said there was the bones of some man up there in gray.
now i dont real know if its true or not.
No.25422
No.25473
I don't have many spooky stories, mostly just dindus fucking with my house at night. But I got a story my mom told me before she gave birth to my older brother
>shes 16
>shes getting high with friends
>they pull out a ouija board and decide to use it
>they start dicking around with a ghost or entity or whatever you want to name it
>told them its name and everything
>something happens and they ask him what he wants or something (idk its really blurry, Last time I was told the story was 6 years ago so)
>he tells my mom to kill the child
>somethhing bad will happen unless the unborn child is not killed
>hfw
No.25516
>>24682
Congrats, you're a pedo. Kill yourself.
No.25519
>>24682
It was obviously a loli succubus.
No.25533
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>>16236
Sky trumpets have been pretty thoroughly debunked. Like R Kelly Holding up his ID and telling the camera he's R Kelly as he pisses on that chick level debunked. Chapelle's Show reference
The only video that can't be explained is the Kiev video. This is the only video that could possibly be of some spoopy origin. I seriously doubt it is.
No.25638
My mom grew up in the nearby town of Danvers, Massachusetts. She lived in two haunted houses as a kid. Nothing wacky really happened, but I'll type it up.
Here's the first and more major story;
>My mom and her family move into a house on Burley Street
>My grandpa still lives there with his second wife
>The people grampy and grandma bought it from had a teenage son who committed suicide by hanging himself from the railing
>From what I gather he was sort of a 2edgy4me kid, the kind that would listen to linkin park and write sonic fanfiction
>Although this was the 60's, so none of that
>My grandma goes into what is now the master bedroom to change the wallpaper
>As she takes it down she finds black stuff underneath
>It's tar
>ohshit.jpg
>My grandma keeps removing it to find the wall pained in tar, with a skull and crossbones, and a message saying I HATE YOU
>Fuck
>As time goes by, the whole family except for Grampy Jim experience weird shit.
>My mom, uncle, aunt and Grandma all testify to being woken up in the middle of the night by someone leaning close to their ear and going "BEEP"
>They'd wake up to find nobody
>So many nights, just BEEP
>My mom says she can almost feel when something is haunted. She says at the time the hair on her body would just stick on end
>she also says that she never saw any like stereotypical white ghost person floating or whatever
>Ghosts are what she describes as "seeable darkness" you don't necessarily see anything, you can just feel it
>my mom's best friends' mother once said t her you need to tell ghosts to leave if you don't want to deal with them
>For the record my mom is a really nice woman, and very docile, I bring that up because of this…
>Be my mom's senior year of high school
>She is taking a shower
>All of a sudden she feels "it"
>again, this docile young woman…
>GETS FUCKING PISSED
>She starts screaming "GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY!"
>Never saw the ghost again
I've been going there for years, as has my mom, and we've never felt anything since. My grandfather says he didn't even now about all of this.
No.25639
>>25638
Second story
My grandparents divorced when my mom was in middle school, and her mother moved to this house built in the 1920's. The original house had burnt down back then, and a mother and her daughter died.
My grandmother, aunt and mother both claim the mothers ghosts still haunts the place. My grandmother casually stated that she used to hang out with her. The ghost would watch her cook and sat with her while she knitted.'
While all seems pretty sweet, it wasn't for my mom and her sister. My aunt used to be terrified when she slept over. One day, my mom went into grandma's closer to get something, perhaps some dress. Suddenly, my mom felt afraid. She felt as if someone was screaming at her, but she saw and heard nothing. She felt as if something was there with her. My mom theorizes it was the ghost who was screaming for one of two reasons:
1. She thought my mom was stealing from my grandma
2. The theory I support is she screamed at my mom because that was where the fire that had killed the mother and daughter started in, and was sort of a relic of the past, perhaps the mother was trying to tell my mom to flee in case of fire.
No.25727
Shit I have many, something of a magnet for this shit,or I used to be. All my life I've had night terrors,shadow people, ghost or what have you. When the war got really going I joined the army did my training deployed to Afghanistan got hurt medical ed out came home started having very lucid night terrors and whatever it was that had been visiting me my whole life was damn near camped on my doorstep. Got a job with the dod doing CI and FP , spent years doing it saw some weird shit over there but thw whole time I was deployed no nightmares. After a few years I decided it's time to come on home and stay,but I haven't had a single visitation, or nightmare about the war or otherwise since I came home . No fucking clue why and this is the 1st and only time I figure to ever talk about it.
No.25751
>>25638
>My grandma keeps removing it to find the wall pained in tar, with a skull and crossbones, and a message saying I HATE YOU
>woken up in the middle of the night by someone leaning close to their ear and going "BEEP"
>So many nights, just BEEP
No.25769
>>25638
>My mom, uncle, aunt and Grandma all testify to being woken up in the middle of the night by someone leaning close to their ear and going "BEEP"
>So many nights, just BEEP
Being haunted by autistic ghosts must be horrible.
No.25779
>>25769
Haha, now that you mention it the ghost at my Grandpa's probably was autistic
>2edgy4u
>BEEP
>Scared into the afterlife by a docile teenage girl shouting at him.
No.25799
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I remember some, not too spoopy to read i guess, but anyway
>be me, from 5 to 8 years.
>sometimes i woke up on the opposite side of my bed.
>blankets and sheets rolled up tight like a sushi making a nice pseudo-pillow.
>always facing up, remember to wake up in the total dark wondering once again what the fuck happened.
>trying to reorder everything and getting back to sleep without freaking out.
Also
>mom with light sleep used to complain when anyone walked on the second floor (my room) during the night as the floor was entirely wooden.
Moving to roll my blankets or moving to the opposite of the bed made a lot of noise, i tested that and the only way possible was to take around 30 minutes to move everything very slowly, fucking wooden floor. But nobody ever heard shit when i woke up like that, and also, i was sleeping.
Another one
>around 13-14
>visiting grandma's house during vacations.
>wake up to see two shadow figures screaming and pointing at me in the room.
>feel like i'm getting dragged and floating.
>nope.jpg
>try to move away and freaking out.
>suddenly, burst of mad anger.
>woke up trying to move, with a big fucking headache.
Maybe that was some case of isolated sleep paralysis or some shit, but i got headaches from around 5 years after that. That house got some weird shit, a little cousin of me asked us once about the cats playing in the garden, right where there where some buried cat pets. That and the weird moving furniture. Later when i got back to to my house of sushi blankets i used to wake up around 4 of the morning with heavy headaches just to hear the birds singing like crazy. Neighbors complained about them too. One day that shit just stopped.
Maybe i'm just nuts, but who knows.
Last one, my brother told me this some weeks ago, after i was gone from that house
>be sleeping
>wake up during the night with slight headache
>look at the window to see two weird head shadow silhouettes
>presumable ayy lmaos
>freak out and freeze
>pass out just a moment after
>wake up in the morning seeing the window
He used to wonder if that was a dream also. That recent story got me to remember all that previous shit. And yes, at this point i'm implying a connection.
Vid just because.
No.25845
I've had few personal experiences Ill start with a more recent one.
>Go to take nap around 1:40 pm
>Fall asleep but wake up
>I feel warm all over and am in my old house
>Blink and Im in another house Ive never been to but its night time and raining
>Blink again and im in a different version of my bedroom
looks barricaded with a hole in the wall
>Flip out call for my dad out of fear
>I just start switching around where i am for what feels like hours
>Jolt up and im in my room again
>Look at my phone and its only been 12 minutes
It may have been a dream but it didn't feel like a dream it felt real and i have vivid dreams it felt nothing like that.
Here is another short one.
>Out camping with family
>Go to bed in my tent
>Wake up on the outskirts of the camp site filled with fear
>Sprint back to my tent
>Glance at still burning campfire
>A group of people who looked robed around it
>They dont seem to notice me
>Get back into tent pass out as soon as i hit my air mattress
>Wake up thinking it was a weir dream
>Get spooked when later my sister complains about me rushing into the tent in the middle of the night
Still no idea what happened there put the memory still give me spooks.
One more short one
>Getting off bus with friend to go chill at his house
>Walk passed guy dressed in all black witha hoodie on
>He looks at me with the most perfect white smile ive ever seen
>We walk past him and look behind us and hes just gone
>We both proceed to see him looking at us all over the place for a month
>Once right near my house at 5 am
>We just kinda stop seeing him
>My friend refuses to believe it was paranormal
I have a few more smaller ones if anybody's interested or if ya have questions bout the storys i put here.
No.25870
>was in a state of depression for weeks; i won't get into why
>spent all of that time in my room
>on one of those day my dad came to see how i was
>asked me what i'd been doing up here all this time
>out of no where i start talking about a little man that lives in the corner of my room as if it's not even me saying it
>i did't even comprehend how strange that sounded at the time
>the corner i seemed to be referring to also had my weight bench in it
>my weight bench had these clips that were supposed to go around the bar - i assume to give it more support when it was on the rack
>i left them handing loose from the last time i used the bench
>suddenly, one of them lifts up on their own; stays suspended in the air for a second, and starts violently swinging
>dad freaks out; i just tell him to ignore it with a deadpan expression on my face
No.25872
not a ghost story, but still a pretty fucking weird experience.
>be me
>17
>some stuff reached a point where i decided to be hospitalized for my own safety
>found that it helped a lot to talk to the other patience about stuff that happened/was happening to us
>this sort of eroded out filters after a while, and we talked more freely about anything without the stigma attached
>one morning one of the more stranger people starts talking about an old man that was in her room that night
>supposedly he'd told her to kill another patient
>didn't take it seriously at the time
>fast forward a month or so
>we got two new patients, both girls
>i get along with both of them quite well
>then out of the blue, one of them came into the main living area one morning in tears
>i ask her what was wrong
>after a bit of convincing, she tells me that an old man was in her room last night
>he'd told her to kill one of the other patients
>get freaked out, since a few days before the other new patient told me the exact same story
>there was never any discussion about this happening among the other patients
i found out a few years later that the building we were in was built on the grounds of a much older hospital. a hospital which mainly housed male sex offenders.
No.25873
>>25799
>sleeping with your blinds open
>leaving a dark window visible ever
One time my friend stood in the dark bushes outside my window and watched me for 30 minutes before tapping.
No.26363
>>24676
This story leaves me with a lot of questions.
No.26450
Last year
>be me
>be a night owl
>go to kitchen at 3 am to make coffee
>open cupboard, take coffee and sugar to counter
>start making coffee, hear a sound
>turn around
>cupboard is fully closed
>crap my pants
>open cupboard and put things back inside
>go back to my room trying not to shit myself
It's one of those high cupboards, no windows open, kind of door that wouldn't close on it's own either (I tried pushing it with my finger and it didn't move by itself).
All my paranormal experiences so far have been premonitory dreams or twice in my life when I was doing those stupid divination things with runes or iching and the door of the room I'm in opened by itself (could just have been badly closed in the first place) but this was a new one.
First and last time it happened. I don't have an logic explanation for it.
No.26455
i got 2 i can share. one good one bad
bad first
>college and dont have car so im limited to bus
>go to dnd at friends house where a poltergeist lives in the basement. (learned about that later from sharing experiences in that house)
>fun night playing dnd and friend lets me spend the night because bus dosnt run till next morning.
> next morning early like 4AM wake up and get up look around. everyone else is still asleep
> go back to bed.
> cant sleep feel like someone is standing over me
>look up no one is there
>put head back down
>pin pricks on neck and feel paralized
>feel like something is crawling over my back and wispers in my ear "hello, get out"
> nope the fuck out can move again
>grab my stuf run out and sit at the bus stop for 2 and a half hours waiting for the first bus.
going to continue next post for good story
No.26456
>>26455
CONT
good experience
>wake up in the middle of the night
>get board so i decide to pray for a bit
>ask god to bless me
>get warm REALLY warm
>hear a voice not audible like the poltergeist, it wasn't from my mind but someplace else. almost like from inside me but not my internal thought voice.
>voice tells me to hold out my arms in front of me.
>see white on black outline again not in my mind like imagining things but almost like super imposed over my vision of a box
>told to open it so i do.
>lid flaps as it gushes warm liquid out
>look inside there are cards in it. two sets of cards set of 12 and set of 16
>get told that one of these is made for me
>reach in grab a card and pull out a sword (wat but ok thats cool)
>see outline of stone zwihander that looks more like a club then anything.
>told its for smashing not slashing and then i just sit there soaking up the box until it becomes unbearable and then close it.
>almost feel intoxicated, pray for a bit more and then go to bed.
>imagine that sword is with me wherever i go
my face when people think im crazy but i dont care
No.26459
>>26455
>>26456
Maybe I'm crazy but I believe you.
No.26489
I got a story for you guys. Now I used to be a skeptic back the. And I am definitely no bullshitter. But this was the freakiest shit I've ever did experience.
Was about 15 I think. Me and my mother were playing games 10 pm or something. Dogs we're asleep with us upstairs. All of the sudden, we hear the front door open, then closed, followed by heavy footsteps. They stopped on the 2nd flight of stairs leading to our bedrooms.
We thought it was this asshole who used to live with us. He had a key back then. But when my mother called out, there was no response. She used to be a cop so instincts took her over. Told me to stay upstairs but I followed behind her anyways
We searched the house in case there was an intruder. Every room, every area, garage and such and we even checked the fucking basement. My mother almost shot my shirt hanging on the rack. Thought it was a person. Nothing was in the basement but I'm fucking dead serious when I said we both heard that door open and close. We heard footsteps coming up and stopping at the 2nd flight. No way we both hallucinated the same shit.
No.26490
>>26489
>Dogs
>Door move
>Footstep
It was the dogs. If it was anything else you can be sure the dogs would have let you know. They are more skilled than you at detecting intruders.
No.26491
>>26490
I just said the dogs were with us upstairs.
But I've no idea why the fuck they didn't bark though.
No.26492
>>26491
Because for then, noting wrong was happening.
No.26493
>>26492
Ya probably right. im surprised dogs don't get spooked like we do.
No.26494
my mother told me that the dogs really did bark when they heard it. I can't remember diddly shit
No.31157
I've got two stories that both happened in the same house.
> be me 12 years old, decide to fuck around with Ouija board
> using it in the spare bedroom late at night
> nothing happens for a while, begin to give up hope
> suddenly the old TV that sits on the desk turns on
> ohshit.jpg
> ask if that was a ghost
> no response
> get up and turn TV off, just in case I switch off at wall
> sit back down and ask again if there is anyone there
> no response but room gets cold, not freezing cold but just enough to notice
> fuckthis.png
> next day i burned the Ouija board
The next story happened like a month or two after the Ouija board shit.
> am home alone cause mother is at work
> hear noise coming from back of the house where all the bedrooms are
> get kitchen knife cause why not
> creep towards the back of the house
> sounds coming from spare room
> ahfuck.jpg
> slowly open door and get scared by a daffy duck blow up doll
> stab the fucker multiple times before realising what it is
> laugh about it and throw it in trash
> about 2 hours later I realise that the doll had been moved from the corner of the room to the door, about 5 meters
No.31556
Well, I got two tales
One is of my greatgrandma, who was a sort of witch-doctor/blesser, common on latin america's catholic tradition.
>she had a surgery
>falls of her bed and dies at the ripe age of 84 or something
>one of my relatives that lived with her says the clock stopped at the hour of her death
>hospital staff reports that the clock in her room also stops and the same time, and two nurses hear footsteps of someone using slippers or something like that
>footprints on the wet floor also happen a lot
>this goes for a week until an old lady who was friends with greatgrandma (and lived with her for several years) goes to her house and winds up her clock, who always stopped at the same time.
I can't recall how this old lady knew about the clock, but irc when they lived together it was her responsability or something. Not really spooky but it has A LOT of witnesses, mostly my relatives.
Another one is of my mother:
>just had a divorce with my father
>her former best friend is now my dad's gf
100%mad.gif
>my mother starts to get really sick suddenly
>first it is a bladder infection, than bulimia
>we all think it is because she is a emotional trainwreck
>one day she comes up with a story that she found a candle under her bad, and she says my dad's gf used to be quite interested in a sort of voodoo type of shit we got here
>she is still rather sick, but got slightly better after finding the candle
>months later she finds a doll with both mouth and pussy sewed
After she found the doll and threw it in a river (people say that is the best way to get rid of a curse) she got better, started eating well and such. Never saw the doll personally, but several of her friends tell me it is true.
No.31659
>19yo me visits relatives in Toronto
>go with my uncle and my aunt for a few days to their old cottage about 6,5 hours north of TOR
>cottage is in the woods, off the grid, you need an offroad vehicle to get there
>next thing is probably 6-7 miles away
>2nd night I wake up (probably between 2-3 am) because of a continuous loud noise
>noise is like the sound a street sweeper makes (see pic) but much more intense, like the difference of listening to classical music on a stereo and listening to a real orchestra. just much more body and fuller
>I'm terrified. Really terrified. Which is completely out of character for me. Under normal circumstances I'd get up and check it out. But I can't.
>I'm also freezing. This was in mid August and in the evening it was still around 75. Now it feels like 25. I'm literally shaking and my teeth are chattering
>I pull the blanket over my head and listen to that noise for what could be 20 minutes or 2 hours. I can't tell
>even tho I was freezing, terrified and agitated I must have fallen asleep again
>wake up next morning and ask aunt and uncle if they heard this noise. No, nothing. They laugh at me claiming it's impossible to hear such noises here and that I was dreaming
>I'm certain that I wasn't dreaming because of the cold. I had many dreams where I'm in the snow etc. but I never feel the cold in my dreams
>I can't figure it out and forget the incident
>some years later I listen to coast to coast AM and one of the callers tells a story how she's in the woods picking mushrooms when she starts hearing some strange humming noise. First she thinks it's some loggers and goes in the direction to check it out cause logging's not allowed there. Sound gets louder and she claimed that thru the trees she saw some strange metallic craft. Suddenly she feels very cold and gets this feeling of dread. She panics and runs away. Her next memory is her arriving at the car. She has no memory of the ca. 30 minutes it took getting from the spot she saw the craft to her car.
>I immediately remembered the night at the cottage. The woman described exactly what happened to me that night.
What do you guys think? I thought about getting hypnotized and try to find out more but I kinda feel silly and don't want anyone messing with my head.
No.31669
Just a few nights ago, I was on my way to the bathroom when something violently grabbed me with hands large enough to wrap around my entire head. At least four voices began screaming at me, and I'm not sure, but it sounded like spanish or Latin. It shoved me, and I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom, and locked the door. Obviously, I turned on the lights, and got the camera app ready on my phone.
The lights turned themselves off. The second I snapped this photo, it was gone.
No.31672
>>25533
shills on damage control
alot of copycat dumbasses posted fake videos of sky trumpets, but many were real too.
all coincides with the multiple blood moons, all the eclipses, the mandela effect, trump winning.
>sky trumpets
>trump winning
and the continued signs in the sky.
No.31673
>>31669
Ironic shitposting is still shitposting Anon.
No.33364
>be me
>14
>walking pupper
>its 13:40
>dog does a bork
>nothing there
No.33536
>>33364
>Be me
>Around 8pm
>Dog does a bork
>A larger dog does a bork
>Go outside
>It's the same dog
No.33563
>be me, 16 yo (around 2013)
>do some urban exploration in an abandoned school with a couple of friends
>there's only one small entrance (pic related)
>the school has three floors and we spend some hours exploring it
>it got dark outside and we were about to leave
>we're on the 3rd floor of the building when we hear a woman screaming from downstairs
>I'm scared shitless, ready to jump out of the window
>realize we're a goup of 4 and would have the upper hand in a fight
>so we decide to go down and confront whoever is down there
>quickly investigate the 1st floor but didn't find anyone
>get the fuck out of there as fast as possible
no idea how she could get in and out so fast without us noticing, it didn't make sense. I think the woman was either hiding somewhere or it was a genuine ghost
No.37044
>>24676
I been reading about this particular kind of spook for a few days now , And it's really fucking unsettling
They used it in Annihilation
So you either have to leave someone to die because you can't react
or try to save him risking that
a)You both die
b)It's wasn't that person in the first place
And if you realize that your friend isn't your friend anymore , killing him and burying the body you risk a life sentence if anyone finds out
No.37048
>>15178
Nice pic, very Twin Peaks-y.
No.37050
>>33563
Maybe there was another group with a grils in and something happened which made the girl screaming and they leaved before you were down
No.37061
lol technically….noise is a resonance of air currents moving over something……GHOST ARE FUCKING NOT REAL. …
THEREFOR you either are a pussy and heard some bitch being a bitch screamin for no reason….or you are a faggot.
No.37062
>>37061
why are you talking to yourself?
No.37063
>>37050
literally i have a rice shaped thing ……about 4 mm long. Exactly the same size and shape of the "government" RFID tags. Underneath my left armpit about 12" down…had it since l….i dont remember when it appeared. but it is not hot on High resolution FLir cameras So….its not cancer….and i dont go to dr's so fuck ….but yeah your scar….i think, is the same kinda scar you'd get if you were a dumb faggot.
No.37065
>>37063
But I'm not a dumb faggot