These awesome ghost stories are creepy scary stories. These ghost stories are from Reddit, and many are true ghost stories.
1. She almost died in an elevator. I heard this when I was in Korea. One day a girl went home late at night after work or something. It was dark and around midnight. He lived in an apartment with an elevator. He entered the elevator, and when the door began to close, he entered the elevator with a strange, very red bonnet. He apologized for scaring him and asked him how big he was going upstairs without seeing him. She told him, out of fear, that he had accidentally pressed a button and one. While on their way, she asked her cell phone if she could use it, but she refused to suspect, and set herself up around the corner. After a few seconds of silence, the elevator reached the floor below, where a girl was headed, and the door opened. The boy slowly came out the door, turned to the elevator and turned to look at her, motionless. Slowly, the door began to close, and from space, he saw him turn toward the stairs … pulling the knife out of his pocket.
2. Something was worn on his skin. “Dad, I had a bad dream.”
He blinks and raises his elbow. Your watch glows red in the dark: 3:23.
“Want to go to bed and tell me about it?”
The rarity of the situation awakens me more fully. He can hardly distinguish his daughter’s pale form in the darkness of the room.
– Why not, darling?
“Because in my dream, when I told you the dream, the thing that wore her mother’s skin sat down.” For a moment he feels paralyzed; You can’t take your eyes off her daughter. The covers behind him start to move.
3. My dead grandfather passed by the house. Two days after my grandfather’s death, on Sunday morning, a neighborhood security guard knocks on our door. He told us, “An old man came to your house earlier, knocked on your door for half an hour, and finally left. When I asked him what he wanted, he told me he had to say goodbye to someone he had never met. “We are all shocked, I have no idea who this old man or who he is looking for. When the guard entered, he shouted, ‘This old man! “Pointing at the image of a grandfather. My whole family froze for a minute. I’m not 100% sure the guard was telling the truth, but I almost like to think that my grandfather wanted to say goodbye to me.
4. Who turned the doorknob? When my family went through difficult times, we had to move to a small house where my uncle shot himself and recently killed himself. But he did so because of his depression after his wife overdosed on pills and died last summer. Everything happened so fast that when we moved in, there was still blood in one room. But we were there on the third or fourth night when my sister and I, who shared a room in the little house, woke up in our room around 1 and 2 in the morning with video games when someone knocked on our door. We didn’t think about it and shouted to everyone who stepped in front of the door. There was no answer. Another hit We stop and look at the door, and another knock comes, the doorknob turns completely and goes back as if someone had turned it and released it very quickly. I get up and open the door, waiting for me to visit my other sister or my mother, the only person in the house. I opened the door and looked at an empty corridor. They go down the hallway and look into the other room, my two younger sisters and my mother sleeping well.
5. There was a mysterious message on our television. There is a very good thing that is true; It happened to me. It may have been a dream, but to this day I testify that what I saw was a spirit. So here I am, a young woman who woke up in the middle of the night. Right now I’m sharing a floor with my brother and I’m on the top floor. I walk into the living room and notice that there is a man in every dark but evening dress who shakes the mantle of the fireplace. She was thin, which surprised me because my mother was obese. – I shouted “Mom” at the person who shook the desk and turned around. She wasn’t my mother, but an older woman. She was suddenly screaming and her face was severely deformed. It was like the shit you see in horror movies, and ridiculously scary, especially for a little boy, blinking and leaving. Somehow I went back to bed and went to the living room the next morning and noticed that although the television was off, there was something “written” on the screen. He said, “Don’t be afraid!” The text slowly faded and no one else could see it. When I was a kid, it was very scary for me and still.
6. Play hide and seek with Alli. I still have new memories of that.
When I was very young, about three or four, I remember having a friend named Alli.
He lived with me and played hide and seek with him in the back yard. There he was a year older than me. She loved my mother there but would stay long enough to get to know her.
My mother thought I had a friend named Alli, I kept telling her that my mom had a very white face first and told me to stop and Alli came true.
Well, one night Alli told me he had to go and he did. I never heard from him.
Fast forward to when I was 16 and my mom told me she had a sister named Alli before she was born and died of complications (I don’t know what the problem was, I mean something in her lungs).
My mother says it’s probably a coincidence because I was divorcing at the time and I wanted a friend of mine.
But I still remember everything about Alli, and he refuses to believe that everything was controversial.
7. The man who comes and talks to us at night while we fall asleep. I have four little cousins who have never met my grandfather; They died before they were born. One morning they run downstairs for breakfast, as usual. When my uncle cooked a meal, one pointed to the fridge and said, “He!” My uncle didn’t think much about that, he said “who?” They pointed to a picture of a grandfather they never knew. My cousin replied, “The man who comes and talks to us at night while we sometimes fall asleep!”
8. “Please tell the girl to leave my room.” During night shifts I worked as a palliative nurse in a very old and very old nursing home. It is important to keep in mind that this house and the religious organization that is currently part of the actual research into the institutional response to child abuse. The nurses who worked there for more than 30 years were happy to tell younger employees that children who had died in the Rose Garden will be buried when they were buried in a nursery. This old rose garden was apparently under the new wing of the house.
After working there for two years, we are at least four times older, sick near death, wake up, completely clear in the dark of night, and we would ask us to “please tell the girl to leave my room” or “because please take that kid out from the corner and you look at me.
Were you in this huge, dark, old and ghostly building with an incredible story, and then what happened? Fuck, I would never do my nail just when it happened, it was scary! The blood froze and I got a friend who worked with me at night.
I wasn’t the only person who did this. It was a regular event.
9. Ghostwriting with paint appeared on the wall. When I was in high school, my family had to move from downtown Texas to Texas because of my father’s job. There was a lot of stress and other family problems back then, but that’s not the point. My sister and mom painted the walls upstairs as we finished the house. My mother was on the right, with a blank wall in the middle and my sister on the left. I packed things in boxes. Anyway, my sister suddenly went downstairs (older than me), afraid. He asks me to go up the stairs. On the wall between them, for no apparent reason, this “writing” appeared. If you look properly, you can see that it was not written by accident, but by a wide-ranging human hand. The problem is, the handprint is too big for any of us to do. The more we stayed in the room, the more we were scared to realize that no one else was kidding. There is still no explanation of what it means.
10. This number was disconnected. A few years ago, my brother got a call on his cell phone between 2 am and 3 am. every night would answer, and that was the hell of a sound. Like static mixing with screams. A month later, he changed his cell phone number and stopped.
Then, after approx. After a week he set off again. Same noise. At the same time. Finally one day he decided to redial the call. He was an old man who had no idea what he was talking about. The calls continued. If you didn’t answer, you would call me a few more times. No messages left.
He decided to squeeze it. He ended his contract with his telephone company, changed it again, and got another number. Do you think the static screaming calls continued after a short delay? By then, I was scared every night. I don’t know why this happened. He dialed the number again and got another man.
During this time, he lost his job and his phone. The calls, of course, ended. Your phone has now been switched off. Then one day my mother asks me to listen to this strange message she received on our home phone.
They were static screams. We showed my brother and he was crazy. He dialed the number again and said that this time the number would be disconnected.
After that, I never heard from him.
11. When you get your phone. When my sister was young, my parents gave her a personal “phone”, a landline phone, to make her feel “special” (yes, very pampered). However, this was a prepaid landline phone, so no one could enter or leave if they ran out of credit like a cell phone. Anyway, at 3 in the morning, the phone rang. He said there was a man on the other line who would get very scared and run into my room. It got worse when I asked her to unplug her phone before going to sleep because she was very upset every day when she woke up to this “person” who called her. To be honest, since I was about 10, I thought he just loves to watch these stupid scary movies. Eventually, he just got rid of the phone.
In any case, I remember this arrest. We talked about it a few years ago and admitted that his phone was ringing even after the ring, so he said he didn’t want to. You don’t remember what you said on the other side, or you just blocked it.
12. Checking the meter. My old teacher was home alone when I was a kid, probably sometime in the ’70s. A man knocked on the door and opened the front door, but kept the screen door closed. He said he was from a gas company and wanted to talk to his parents. He told him they were not at home and tried to force the way to his house without losing his rhythm. When he realized that the screen door was closed, he pulled out a damn box cutter and began to cut the screen. My teacher rushed to hide her parents’ wardrobe in a basket. He said he sat there for about 10 minutes before the police arrived. Thank goodness a neighbor saw everything and called the police, meaning he probably died. To fill the cherry, they found an intruder in the damn spooky ice cream in the attic.
13. Not just in bed. A few weeks ago my girlfriend and I slept together when I woke up and said, “What are you doing?” Sometimes he talks while he sleeps, but it sounded so consistent and urgent that he woke me up and asked him what he was doing. Spoken. Then he woke up and thought he saw someone at the end of the bed. Thinking it was just a dream or a half-awake hallucination, we didn’t think about anything and went back to sleep. About an hour later I woke up and saw someone lying on the bed, the sheets wrapped around my neck and twisted. I didn’t know what to do, but the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “What are you doing?” My girlfriend woke me up. I dreamed the same thing as him and said the same thing.
14. The man looked out the window. When I was an adult, one of my best friends told me about a very haunting situation, with his younger brother and a man by the window. When my boyfriend and brother were younger, they shared a room. They have been separated for a few years, but his brother is born with a variety of health problems, including multiple sclerosis, and is confined to a wheelchair and cannot take care of himself. So, to keep an eye on him at night when his parents couldn’t, they shared a room.
One night my friend woke up randomly, for no particular reason, and went to look at his brothers, but he noticed something very surprising; a strange silhouette of a man in a top hat looking out the window behind his brother’s cradle. The first thing my friend did was jump in and turn on the light, then run to his parents’ room to tell them what he saw. When his parents returned to his room to examine him, his brother had a seizure in his crib.
Some family members say he was the guardian angel of his old brother in the window that night; My friend said it was death.
Everything is still very disturbing to me.
15. She saw a handprint the size of a baby in the window. My friends and some friends on campus will be hunting ghosts and have heard of a cemetery where their mother’s murdered children were buried. The cemetery was located off the main road so my friend parked on the side of the car and the group (I think 5-7 people) came out and followed the small road through the woods for a few minutes to go to the cemetery.
It was there, and nothing exciting happened for about the first 10 minutes, and they tried everything the site or story told them without going anywhere. They were bored and typical drunken college kids and laughed at the mother’s alleged ghost. This continued for a few minutes before they got tired and decided to return to the car because one of the girls had to go to the bathroom.
After getting back in the car, my friend, the sane driver tried to open the handle without opening the car because he didn’t lock it at first but found it locked. He attributed this to bad memory at the time. The group went home laughing and talking as usual. After leaving everyone at home, he returned to his own home. He walked in with his roommates, who stopped and waited for him to stop. The roommates turned off the phone and turned on the lamp in the window when his friend came in as a joke. What he saw was a baby-sized handprint across the window. As soon as my friend left, he went into the house and didn’t say a word to his roommate. The confused roommate returned to the car and tried to rub one of the tracks. They were inside the window.
To this day, my friend won’t talk about going home after leaving his other friends and selling the car without ever driving again.
16. My companion summoned me after she passed. Genuine story. My closest companion kicked the bucket of disease in 2002 – we were extraordinarily close inside and out and we spent most of our available time together. Just about a year after she kicked the bucket, I was in my loft dozing and my telephone rang around 3 am – I had one of that sony erricson t610. I was exceptionally drowsy and gotten the telephone from my end table and took a gander at it – I saw it was my companion’s number. I promptly woke up and wakeful and picked up the telephone exceptionally inquisitive. I made proper acquaintance a couple of times yet everything I could hear was exceptionally boisterous static for around 30 seconds. In the long run, the call finished. Now I was going nuts and considered the number back just to get a mechanized recording that this number was out of administration. I at that point called her mom’s home to check whether potentially her more established sister may have had my companion’s old telephone and may have called me coincidentally, yet there was no answer at my companion’s mother’s home. Come to discover the rest of the family was away in Miami. After they got back home a couple of days after the fact, I took the telephone to them and demonstrated to them the call log and they were in dismay. They went to my companion’s room and got the telephone out of the cabinet where it had been sitting for a considerable length of time… battery undeniably dead.
17. An apparition frequented the lodging. A man goes to an informal lodging. While checking in, the proprietor discloses to him that the room by his is experiencing a few fixes, so don’t open the entryway or anything. The man goes to his room, drops off his things, yet then is exhausted. He jabs around the house a bit, and with nothing else to do, chooses to see the room that requirements fixing. He attempts the entryway and it’s bolted. He asks why the proprietor would considerably try cautioning him about this room since it’s bolted in any case. Whatever. He looks through the keyhole, and the room past isn’t being fixed. It’s unfilled, aside from a figure in the far side of the room sitting in a seat confronting the divider. The man stands up once more, creeped out. Just to ensure he wasn’t envisioning things, he twists down and glances through the keyhole once more. This time he doesn’t see the figure, or the room by any stretch of the imagination, simply the shading red, similar to somebody was obstructing the keyhole with development paper.
Weirded out, the man heads to sleep. At the point when he’s at breakfast with the proprietor the following morning, the man gets some information about the fixes in the following room. The proprietor murmurs and says, ‘Honestly? I don’t lease that room because such a significant number of individuals have disclosed to me it’s spooky by a phantom with red eyes.’
18. Contorted representations held tight the dividers. There was a tracker in the forested areas, who, in the wake of a difficult day chasing, was in a monstrous backwoods. It was getting dim, and having lost his orientation, he chose to head one way until he was clear of the inexorably severe foliage. Following what appeared hours, he went over a lodge in a little clearing. Acknowledging how dull it had developed, he chose to check whether he could remain there for the evening. He drew closer and found the entryway slightly open. No one was inside. The tracker tumbled down on the single bed, choosing to account for himself to the proprietor in the first part of the day. As he glanced around, he was astounded to see the dividers decorated by numerous representations, all painted in unbelievable detail. Regardless, they gave off an impression of being gazing down at him, their highlights wound into looks of scorn. Gazing back, he became progressively awkward. Trying to disregard the numerous disdainful faces, he went to confront the divider, and depleted, he fell into an anxious sleep. Facedown in a new bed, he turned to flicker in surprising daylight. Looking into, he found that the lodge had no pictures, just windows.
19. He saw a shadowy figure he couldn’t clarify. My home was worked in 1904. It is a solitary family home, wood casing setting on a solid square establishment. I have been living here for around 12 years. Of all the strange things that my kin and I have seen or heard in this house this one occasion is my top pick. This happened to my sibling. Around ten years prior my sibling and his closest companions had begun a carport band playing for the most part ‘Spanish shake,’ elective music however in Spanish. His companions could just social gathering on Sunday evenings. They would rehearse into the early night, they would ordinarily throw in the towel by 8 pm, this was the time I normally appeared and headed to sleep, cause I worked the third shift. This occurred in pre-winter, so the days were getting shorter, they had quite recently completed a long session when the choice to make a beeline for another person’s house came to fruition. My sibling gave his vehicle keys to his mate so they could load up the gear, each one had recorded out of the storm cellar, the precarious part was that they expected to walk right to the back of the storm cellar, up the back stairs, through the kitchen entryway down the corridor into the lounge room and out into the entryway patio. Everybody was outside sitting in my sibling’s truck hanging tight for him. My sibling was strolling up the back stairs when he recollected that he had left his flapjacks in a to-go holder sitting on a speaker in the cellar. He settled on the choice to return. Presently the storm cellar isn’t spotless, with full sightlines, there had been parcels made, and the evaporator and primary warming unit are correct smack in the center. So after my sibling strolls back, he is going to recover his nourishment compartment, when out of the side of his eye he sees it.
It is a shadowy figure, directly at his fringe vision, this sentiment of fear and uneasiness washed over my sibling. We had been trained that if you are within the sight of a soul or apparition and you felt a terrible vibe, to state brisk petition or to cuss at it. My sibling picked the last mentioned, he fundamentally just told it, ‘Hello screw you, I don’t possess energy for this poop.’
My sibling began to stroll to the back of the storm cellar and energetically up the stairs, cutting off entryways and turning lights as he was exiting, the keep going light switch is on the contrary side of the front entryway… Luckily the entryway was open and the light from the road light was flooding the lounge room with its golden light. My sibling said he felt something at his back, yet at no time did he pivot, as he flicked the last switch the lounge room went dim, as the remainder of the house. As he ventured out he pulled on the entryway shutting it behind, despite everything him holding his nourishment compartment in one hand he ran down a couple of patio steps, he strolled towards the front door… our home dwells a long way from the central avenue, basically having a huge front yard yet no back carport. As he shut the hole among himself and his companion loaded truck he kinda grinned and thoroughly considered things in his mind, distraught at himself for scaring out when there was no explanation.
He moved into the driver’s side of the truck, putting on his safety belt and preparing to haul out of the parking space straightforwardly before the house, when one of his companions asked, ‘Hello hold up shouldn’t something be said about your sibling, would he say he isn’t accompanying us?’
My sibling replied, ‘I’m not catching your meaning? He got down to business early today around evening time he is now gone, do you see his vehicle anyplace?’
The following inquiry they posed, ‘So then who was strolling behind you when you were going out?’
20. I saw an extraterrestrial animal. In my old house, I would sit on my PC, tuning in to music on my iPod while playing WoW. Occasionally, aimlessly times. The screen would glint and my Ipod’s volume would modify either up or down. I never thought anything about this, until it kept on doing so just in that house. In the long run, I just said ‘whatever, if it prefers the melody it enjoys the tune.’
Be that as it may, inside this house I had consistent issues. One of which, would be my snoozing bed/lounge contingent upon the night and awakening to a low protesting sound… Feeling apprehension strike my heart and tuning in to the beat of my now terrified state… I would attempt to move, to wake up and see what’s going on. I proved unable. Not, in any case, my fingertips would move… Completely cognizant and ready to see outlines… I hear/see my feline murmur and I can feel myself being moved as light sparkles over my eyes and I nod off once more. In this specific case, I woke up and seeing a man remaining on this 100 ft tree in my back yard. Genuine tall and slim this person. I gather up as a lot of solidarity as I can, lift my hand and give this person the finger. After this, I promptly fall back sleeping with a ‘crash’. I hear my indirect access open (on the subsequent floor) and my mutts start yelping/whimpering from the downstairs… (I was 16 and 250 lbs, nobody was moving me anyplace… practically discussing course). In any case, right up ’til the present time. I swear that thing was an ET. Since I saw it on different occasions for an amazing duration. When remaining in the kitchen window, which was 8 ft off the ground. That specific night, and in the main house, I at any point lived. I used to see him in my window and he would converse with me. Scariest poop I have involvement. I finished when I moved out of the last house. I am currently 21.
21. I saw an old apparition in a wheelchair. During sea tempest Gustav (in 08, I think), I emptied to a congregation in Baton Rouge with a companion and his family.
Simultaneously, there was a whole nursing home of elderly folks individuals remaining in the congregation. My companion, his family, and myself all common one room together.
In this congregation, there was one washroom that was enormous, like something that would be in a grade school (a couple of slows down, a trough urinal, and so forth.).
One evening during the tempest, my companion and I made an excursion to the washroom. The lights had since gone out (center of typhoon whatnot). The congregation had a smelly, frightful feel to it. Sort of like when you turn out the air conditioner in a house for a couple of days. The territory encompassing the congregation was additionally dead peaceful since there was no power in the zone.
The washroom was a few corridors over from our room. Along these lines, we got our spotlights and set out. While strolling down one long lobby, we sparkled our electric lamps ahead, and there, toward the finish of the corridor, sat an elderly person in a wheelchair (in the night with nobody around).
Presently, this corridor was staggeringly long. So we could take him out, however, we couldn’t generally observe all his facial highlights, and so forth. When we got a handle on what we saw, we turned and took a gander at one another, semi-went crazy. At that point, we sparkled our electric lamps back to where he was, and there was nothing there. Maybe he evaporated.
No signs, no stable…. nothing. We pulled ass back to the room.
22. I heard ghost strides running toward me. Alright. This transpired when I was lesser in secondary school. It was December and it had quite recently begun snowing, that night. My closest companion and I were in discussion and preparing for our state qualifiers, that was the following day. We were composing our cases and of course, at every other throats over the subtleties of the cases. It was an upsetting, tense night. We at last completed our cases at about 3 am. At that point, we went to my space for the evening.
Nearly when we get into my room, we hear what seems like the water turning on at the opposite finish of the house. No major ordeal, presumably my folks, I think. At that point, we hear the front entryway open. I advised her, “I wager mother woke up and needed some outside air.” It seemed well and good. I truly thought that is the thing that it was. Until we heard extraordinarily substantial strides in my parlor, set out toward my room. They were NOT anybody in my family’s strides. At that point, they halted. My companion and I took a gander at one another and were both blown a gasket, simply standing, solidified in my room. We strolled nearer to one another and the strides began once more, however, this time they were running toward us. We both flipped. We got every other hand, out of dread, and my room entryway flew open. We both took a gander at the entryway. No one was there. We rushed to the restroom that is associated with my room. I shut/bolted the entryway and remained against it. At the point when we at long last got the balls to do it, we dashed to my folks’ room, crying and crazy. We frightened my folks wakeful. They said neither of them had gotten up. My father got his firearm and looked outside. No tracks in the day off, around our home.
23. She had stamps over her neck. My sibling once lived at a level in downtown Mt. Clemens, MI. The Clem was known to be a problem area for “showers” back in the downturn period and was blasting with movement. These days it has some run-down parts, this is the place my sibling leased his level. It was a monster old raggedy house which was presently isolated into various odd condos. In any case, long story short, he generally admitted to odd encounters, pantry entryways opening up, things missing, yet one curious peculiarity was that he was continually missing fighters/clothing from his cabinet. He conceded that he thought his home was spooky and that the phantom liked him. Nothing savage or upsetting, simply odd things.
Later on, he starts dating his future ex. She starts coming around and he sees that the peculiarities start to increment. New peculiarities started to happen, his sweetheart would consistently discover her shoes (which were left on a tangle inside the loft) outside the entryway on the porch toward the beginning of the day. She’d generally remark to my sibling to quit putting her shoes outside, he had a thought of why yet would not like to alarm her… moreover, it wasn’t harming anybody right?
Indeed, things began deteriorating, he returns home from work and his sweetheart was remaining there while he was gone, claims that the stove burner continued lighting itself, she’d stroll into the kitchen and it would be lit, she’d turn it off and in the blink of an eye later it’d be lit once more. At that point, one night my sibling awakens in the night and sees his sweetheart sitting toward the finish of the bed, sees as well as feels her close to his feet, gazing at him. He gets out for her to return to bed, she doesn’t react so he gets out stronger advising her to come to bed and asking what’s going on? His better half at that point asks what he’s doing, he turns and she’s dozing beside him, he turns back, nobody is toward the finish of the bed. Presently, he’s gone nuts however wouldn’t like to frighten his better half from coming over his place.
A couple of evenings later, they’re both resting and he awakens to his better half shouting. He investigates and she’s dozing, however, flailing uncontrollably clutching her neck. He doesn’t see anything so he starts hollering and shaking her to wake her up, after a couple of shakes she awakens crying and alarmed. She starts educating my sibling regarding how genuine her fantasy felt that a lady was choking her advising her to get out, that she doesn’t have a place there and with disregard her man. Her neck had red stamps on it, perhaps from herself attempting to ‘safeguard herself’ yet they trusted it to be from something different. My sibling at that point confesses all with her, the choice to do some exploration and discover that the location that they live in was an old house of ill-repute once upon a time that the rich bathers used to remain in. My sibling lived in that house for a couple of more weeks before he could find another spot, she never returned to remain the night, however, and he never experienced anything forceful while there. In any case, kinda messed up, however. I know my sibling and I can tell when he’s lying, this poo was genuine and when she discussed it, you could perceive how shaken up she was.
24. She discovered frightening pictures alone telephone. The tale of the child who acquired his mother’s telephone to play with and wound up nodding off in bed. Mother finds the child resting, gets her telephone and sees her telephone pics to see a pic of this insane half face close up and the child dozing out of sight.
25. My dead granddad played with my infant. My little girl was brought into the world with mellow tracheomalacia (delicate breeze pipe). The main ‘inconvenience’ it at any point caused was that she would make a whistling sound once in a while when she was breathing, particularly when she was energized or upset. Quick forward to when she was around 4 months old and sleeping soundly in her bunk one night. Her more seasoned sibling had the stomach influenza that day and had been hurling. We figured the infant hadn’t got it. Be that as it may, a short time after we put her to bed, we all of a sudden heard her delicately sputtering on the screen, at that point quietness for a couple of moments, at that point a HUGE noisy moan, which made both my better half and I run much quicker to her room. When we got to her, she had fallen early calm once more. We saw she was wheezing for air, stifling, incapable of clear the regurgitation from her throat or get a spotless breath. Indeed, even after we lifted her and cleared her mouth, she kept on panting. She turned blue, at that point dim as I drove with her rapidly to the ER. She had mostly recouped when we got there. They gave her o2, chest x-ray, at that point a spotless bill and we left.
Quick forward around two hours after the fact when I’m back in my room with her resting upstanding in an infant seat by me on the bed. My better half and I spoke quickly about what might have happened had the child not shouted out so noisily. Would we have responded so rapidly? Would she have recuperated?
I’m in and out of rest myself since I continued checking her. One of the occasions, just before I had completely awoken, I watched out in the lobby and saw my granddad, who had passed away a couple of years earlier. At the point when he was alive, he was not the most included fabulous father. Be that as it may, when he met my better half (my sweetheart at the time) they had a moment association. At the point when he passed away, his last sound words were, “I’m not going to make it to altruistic and Mr altruists’ wedding, am I… ” He adored my significant other truly.
Anyway, I see him out in the lobby this night. He is simply remaining there in khakis and a polo with his hands in his pockets. In my fantasy state, I see every one of my kids, aside from the infant, pulling at his arms and playing with him. He has a basic grin all over, he investigates toward the child’s room and back at me and says, ‘I’m sorry I made her cry, yet I’m happy she’s alright.’
26. The TV killed when he went into the room. My companion disclosed to me a story his Dad let him know.
Consistently he would return home from school and he would be the first there for at any rate an hour or 2. One day he strolled in the front entryway and the TV was on and in a flash killed. He remained in the entryway for a second, convoluted and left. He turned out poorly into the house until his folks returned home.
27. I heard murmuring all through the house. This is a story I don’t frequently tell. I guarantee, genuinely, this has scarred me forever and even though I have investigated mental clarifications for what I heard and characteristic clarifications for what happened, they stay inadmissible.
At the point when I was a kid, I was terrified of the dull. I pledged to my mom I heard voices in it. They were not malevolent, however, they were not well-known thus they frightened me. It was normal in the night for me to wake up and hear ‘murmurs’ as I would call them when asking my mother. She figured they were simply ‘knocks in the night’ and regular children bad dream material. I attempted frequently to disclose to her that it was more than that, that they sounded not quite the same as each other how individuals’ voices do.
On certain evenings I would get so terrified from these ‘murmurs’ that I would rest in my mother’s bed with her. It was a special reward that the restroom was legitimately outside of her room entryway for my late-night tinkles.
I should include now that when entering the corridor to go to the washroom, you looked legitimately down the stairs that would lead you into my lounge room on the primary floor (as my mother’s room was on the subsequent floor).
On one such night, around Christmas, I stirred and wanted to soothe myself. I exited from the entryway and particularly heard the expression ‘Look!”‘and to my shock, a red light, practically like a spotlight, was provided a reason to feel ambiguous about the divider at the base of the stairs. The light had no other source, it was without anyone else’s input, and I was transfixed by it.
Being a little child, and it just being a couple of days from Christmas, I KNEW what this light was. IT WAS SANTA!!! By what another method would he be able to get into my home to realize I was being a decent kid. I was so energized I started strolling down the stairs to welcome him, getting my pace after the second step as it crawled off the divider and blur into the murkiness in my lounge room.
That is the point at which I heard him. An exceptionally solid, manly voice. Unique in relation to the first. Not in any way like my dad’s (not to say he isn’t manly, it was simply unmistakably extraordinary). It said “Stop! At present. Return up those stairs.”
I tuned in, convoluted, and what occurred next I don’t know I would accept if somebody had disclosed to me this equivalent story. After arriving at the highest point of the stairs, I heard an uproarious CRASH that sent me running back to my mom’s bed where I bounced straight under the spreads and remained there the entire night.
At the point when we got up the following morning, the poinsettia lights (little Christmas blossom lights that sparkled red) my mom had put on the railing down the stairs were dismantled straight down to the base of the stairs, some parted from what appeared to be a powerful tear, laying in a solitary heap. The dry sink in my family room had tumbled from the divider. My mom couldn’t clarify it! My dad was concerned we had been the casualties of a home intrusion. My sister was crying.
There was not all that much, no one had broken in, there didn’t appear to be any explanation this had occurred. And after that, I saw it, and I stayed silent about it since I was hesitant to such an extent that I couldn’t power words out of my mouth.
There, on the edge of the wooden dry sink which had been looking up, were three spaces where the completion of the wood had been worn, as though in a compelling grasp. Something down there had GRABBED IT AND THREW IT DOWN. That was what the blast was.
I was embarrassed. After that day I never heard a solitary voice again. I don’t prefer to envision what was standing by down the stairs for me that night if it was anything by any means, yet I can disclose to you that the truth was that something had physically followed up on two things in my home close to the base of that stairwell.
After this, I had never heard another murmur again. Which is pitiful, because somehow or another I would have jumped at the chance to thank the man (manly vitality?) that had prevented me from going down those stairs. This happened when I was 7 (or 7 and a half! as I got a kick out of the chance to state at the time).
I am 20 years of age now, and as a result of this occurrence, I am as yet scared of the dim. Particularly shadowy stairwells.
28. He felt a phantom in his bed. I don’t recollect the majority of the subtleties because my father disclosed to me this story quite a long while prior, yet here it goes. At the point when my father was more youthful and as yet living in Poland, he and a couple of companions traveled and one night chose to remain at an informal lodging type place. Everything appeared to be ordinary until he abruptly woke up in the center of the night. He disclosed to me he felt a type of essence behind him, so he gradually convoluted yet there was nobody there. He swears he could feel somebody there on the bed with him however, alongside a slight move in weight. It left following a couple of minutes and my father returned to rest. The following morning he discovered that a man had kicked the bucket in that bed about a week or so earlier.
29. The window opened without anyone else. I was lesser in school and was living in a dormitory which had a notoriety for being spooky. The RAs spread this around and we had a fabulous time frightening ourselves for the principal month or so of school. The floors which had the best notoriety for being spooky were the second and fifth floors. My room was on the fifth.
I lived on the “Global” floor, even though I was not worldwide, so my flatmate was from Tokyo. In this residence, each floor rotated a solitary, a restroom and a twofold, so three individuals would share a washroom. This arrangement was known as a “suite” and the individual who lived in the single (or the twofold, on the off chance that you were in the single) was your “suitemate”. My suitemate was from Cairo. Extremely fun women, it was an extraordinary year.
So I return home at about 12 PM in the wake of a monotonous night of talking on the web, and my flatmate has the shade closed between our parts of the room. She hears me stroll in and says, “Gracious, $MYNAME, I’m so happy you’re here! While I was in the restroom, the entryway opened independent from anyone else!”
Presently, I appreciate a secret as much as anybody, yet I like to be down to earth about things so normally I believe there’s a balanced clarification. I stroll into the restroom. The shade over the restroom is moved shut, so I look under it. Sure enough, the window is open about an inch. I figure it must’ve been a draft.
I stroll retreat into the room and tell my flatmate, “Well, the Windows’ open about an inch, so it presumably just blew the entryway open.” My flatmate is significantly assuaged and says something with the impact of, “Whew! I’m so happy to hear that!”
All out time unfolded: around 20 seconds.
I pivot and return into the washroom so I can take out my contacts and brush my teeth… and halt abruptly. The shade, which had recently been shut, was presently open. Be that as it may, it wasn’t drawn open, similar to somebody would do to see out the window, however, moved to each side, similar to one would move up a paper. Similarly, as though somebody had been sitting in the window.
I took a gander at that for around 30 seconds. Flipped off the light. Strolled pull out. Hit the hay, contacts whatnot.
The following morning, it took me a couple of minutes to unroll each drape and smooth it out so it would lay level once more.
30. I saw a dark shadow from my vehicle. I was on a school phantom chase with a person name Chris Fleming. Cool buddy, we did all the typical school phantom chase stuff strolling to as far as anyone knows frequented quarters and encountering some cool stuff, yet nothing insane. The city we were in had this extraordinary spot called the Ghost Trestle. It was essentially a Railroad connect in a cornfield that had an earth street underneath it. In any case, during the phantom chase with this person who was included in Ghost Adventures, we educated him concerning this spot. He was siphoned and raced through the remainder of the school apparition chase. He and his associate and a couple of my companions took two vehicles with all his gear to this apparition trestle. At the point when we arrived a train was coming so he talked with us on camera to recount to the tale about this spot.
Back quite a while prior there was a homestead house (still there however revamped) and a rancher, his significant other, and child got away from a fire in the house. Likewise ablaze was the steed stables. The rancher kept running in to attempt to save the horsed before they surrendered to the fire while the spouse and child went to wave down a train that was cruising by. The story closes with the rancher passing on in the steady fire and as the spouse and youngster were waving down the train they were struck and murdered. Right up ’til the present time on the off chance that you leave your vehicle under the extension while a train crossed you over its assume to open up another dimensional world to have the option to convey.
Well, we appear and obviously to our karma there is a train coming. We as a whole-blown a gasket and got siphoned while the Medium Chris Fleming endeavored to convey. We were all taking pictures and started to encounter strange innovative disappointments. My camera which was my very own started blazing and taking numerous photos. the same thing was happening with our expendable camera Chris Flemings’s partner had.
At a certain point, we started to see stuff for the most part out of the side of our eyes, and Chris Attempted to impart, however, whatever soul was there appeared to be progressively scared. He (Chris) trusted it to be the soul of the young man. We would occasionally observe a make sense of jabbing its head from behind a solid divider under the tracks. It appeared as though it was playing find the stowaway.
I can genuinely say that I was youthful and thought this stuff was trick and only diversion for school children to imagine. Until this night when we had a genuine expert encounter something very similar we as a whole did.
Quick forward to a year or two after this occasion. I resulted in these present circumstances the same spot just because since the night we went with Chris Flemming. This time it was simply me and my then GF. I left under the scaffold killed the vehicle and lights and removed the key from the start. We were kidding together about how we were getting too old for this stuff. Also, when I looked in the back view reflect I saw a dark shadow streak by the back window of my vehicle pursue by certain commotions that seem like somebody running towards my vehicle. My heart never dashed so quick to place my key into the start and strip out and leave. Whatever, it was didn’t appear as though it needed us there and I still can’t seem to drive under or by the extension since.
31. Lake Havasu phantom. A couple of years back I was exploring the great outdoors in Lake Havasu with my sibling and a couple of companions; my sibling and I were taking a shot at structure a shoot while the different folks were on the pontoon securing it to the shore. We had an opening we burrowed where we had our past flames that excursion, so my sibling and got the fire moving and plunked down around the pit. The fire was consuming for a decent 10 minutes and was at a respectable size before the most unusual thing occurred. The fire just went out, totally doused, as in no more fire. The coals were still there emanating heat, however, the fire was no more. My sibling and I took a gander at one another at that point back at the fire pit. A couple of moments pass by then the fire re-touches off to level it was at before it ‘went out.’ We are completely befuddled and we simply start shouting for the folks to come to look at what occurred.
32. The opportunity Grandma came to bid farewell. My fatherly grandma passed on when I was six. I lived in NY. She lived in PA. I met her perhaps twice.
I was six years of age, snoozing in bed one night and for reasons unknown, I woke up and strolled into my folks’ room. My dad had an armchair in one corner for perusing. I sat in the seat. On the contrary, the divider was my dad’s storage room. It opened, and Grandma turned out and remained around six feet away.
‘I simply needed to bid farewell,’ she stated, grinned, waved, and transformed back and strolled once more into the wardrobe, shutting the entryway behind her. I returned to my room.
Around two hours after the fact, about 6 am, the telephone rings. It was a call from PA that Gramma Catherine had kicked the bucket in her rest. My mom came to wake me up to let me know, and I stated, “I know.”
‘I don’t get your meaning?’
‘She came to bid farewell the previous evening.’
She made me rehash the story multiple times, and after that let me know never under any circumstance to recount to my dad that story. What’s more, I never did.
33. You didn’t hear that young lady singing? This happened during my senior year of school, Christmas break 2006. I worked for a teacher that requested that I house/hound sit for him while he was outta town to see the bowl game that we were in. He was away for three days and had a tremendous land parcel in no place. I welcomed my GF at the time. He had ponies and angling and a gator to ride around on, and so forth., and so forth.
So the initial two evenings went down with no occurrence, yet the most recent night, his little foofy pooch is having a fit. She continues yapping at indirect access. From the outset, we brush it off however choose to secure the canine inside the instance of a coyote or something. Sooner or later we begin to get a little creeped out. I continue saying it’s most likely a creature and we’ll be fine. My GF (not very splendid) needs to go explore to perceive what’s outside, so I lock the entryway behind her (he-he, simply joking). She heads outside and says she saw something little and dim (likely a coyote) and it kept running off. Along these lines, only a creature, no stresses. be that as it may, at this point, we’re pretty frightened.
The canine currently starts woofing at the window on the opposite side of the house, despite everything we’re attempting to overlook, yet somewhat stressed. We choose to get into bed… clumsy quietness… at that point, I hear it… it seems like a little youngster singing a delicate, shocking bedtime song. I don’t utter a word, trusting that my psyche is pulling pranks on me. My GF says, ‘We should get the fuck outta here.’ I state, ‘Why?’ she says, ‘You didn’t hear that young lady singing?’ ‘alright, how about we get the fuck out.’ We got the fuck out. I even called somebody to converse with me while we exited my vehicle. The next morning, I went to tidy up the house and such.
Most terrified I’ve at any point been. Ever.
34. ‘Get out.’ So, this happened the previous summer (2 summers before this point). We have an old Mercury Grand Marquis that my father had needed to purchase for a considerable length of time. The proprietor could never sell it, despite the fact that it was simply left staying there. After he kicked the bucket, his girl offered it to us for entirely modest, because she knew how awful my father needed it. Along these lines, one day I had driven it to my companion’s home on a stormy day to play some crush brothers. I left at 10 that night, and it had quit coming down, and I needed to drive my companion home. In this way, this current vehicle’s radio didn’t work, and it would possibly be static if it was on. All things considered, I turned down my companion’s street, and when I turned, I heard somebody state get out. I realize it wasn’t my companion since he was conversing with me. In this way, we proceeded with discussion and I got to his home around 5 minutes after the fact. At the point when we arrived, I inquired as to whether him on the off chance that he heard something unusual when we turned onto the street. He said he heard precisely the same thing I did, and I have cracked the fuck out. This seems like such a made-up story, yet I truly wish it was. Safe to state I haven’t driven that vehicle since.
35. ‘I neglected to inform you regarding George.’ I worked the super late shift in an emergency clinic kitchen around five years back. Before the kitchen was remodeled a couple of years earlier, our dish room used to be a piece of the funeral home.
While I was preparing, I’d much of the time feel like somebody was watching me, particularly when I crossed into that piece of the corridor. Each time I went into the dish room, something would be moved, turned over, or missing. Expecting it was my collaborator, I didn’t consider anything it. About seven days after the fact, my colleague leaves, and I’m left without anyone else.
Consistently, I would hear trucks being moved around, dishes being taken care of, and flatware shaking. On the off chance that I would leave for a moment, I’d get back and my radio would be changed to an alternate station. It arrived at the point where I was startled to come to work each night. I called my old colleague, disclosed to her what was happening, and she tranquility stated, “Goodness better believe it, I neglected to inform you concerning George”. George was an attendant/restorative inspector who had a stroke and kicked the bucket while at work. He was in his 50’s, I was told. From that point on, everything went very well. I acquainted myself with George, requested that he please hold it down, and as long as I said hello to him when I began work, he would not appear to like to trouble me any longer. It took us a short time to locate a radio station we could concur on, however, we worked agreeably after that.
At the point when I left the activity a year later, I ensured I told the young lady that supplanted me.
36. We should sing ‘Glad Birthday’ to the phantom. We moved into another house a couple of months back. As we were acquiring the house, the leaseholder who was living in it kicked the bucket suddenly of normal causes in his mid-40s. He passed on right in the center of the family room.
Not long after, we move into the house, and very quickly our 2-year-old little girl starts discussing the apparition that lives in our home. Presently how about we be genuine here—she is 2 and 2-year-olds are VERY susceptible. Halloween had as of late passed, and she had this Halloween-themed picture book that she wanted to peruse, so it’s altogether conceivable that so much discussion of phantoms was simply originating from glancing through that book all the time.
In any case, she was continually disclosing to me that the phantom was in her playhouse in the cellar, or that the apparition was on the stairs, or that the apparition was remaining in the corner. She never appeared to fear the apparition, and believed him to be her companion, so I wasn’t too concerned regardless of whether there truly was a phantom frequenting our home. If he’s a pleasant and accommodating apparition, it could be a ton more regrettable. I would frequently tell the apparition that he was free to remain if he needed to, yet he was likewise free to go if that would make him more joyful. I was around 30/70 on the phantom being genuine and she could see and converse with him versus the apparition being only her creative mind energized by her Halloween book.
… until one day, when we were going out to the vehicle to go to childcare toward the beginning of the day. It was as yet dim out and blustery. My little girl revealed to me that the apparition was on the back deck, and after that, she disclosed to me that today was the phantom’s birthday and she needed to sing him Happy Birthday. Indeed, I, for the most part, ignored what she was stating, as she is birthday fixated and has in the past caused us to sing Happy Birthday to Mickey Mouse, a bowl of natural product snacks, and the washroom. So we sang and wished the phantom a glad birthday and went on with our lives.
Soon thereafter, out of unadulterated interest, I looked into the tribute of the man who had kicked the bucket in our home.
What’s more, wouldn’t you know it? It was his screwing birthday.
37. This evil presence woman got creeps from my face. Skill when you kick the bucket you see ‘the white light’ and some report the woman or whatever that aides you through?
So I’m lying in bed, wake up, heart hustling, kicked the bucket in fantasy so I woke up. But I can’t move. My body’s solidified. I see at the foot of my bed this nearly evil spirit like a woman in a white dress strolling toward me. I thought Well I’m dead, more likely than not had a cardiovascular failure in my rest. This evil spirit woman got creeps from my face. At that point, I could move and it was finished.