15+ Most Exceptional Ghostly Encounters Ever Shared On The Internet

I probably shouldn’t be reading this when I’m cat-sitting at a creepy house on my own tonight.

I have a couple but this one is significant.

One night I had a dream that my great-grandmother (looking like she was in her 60s) and a man I didn’t know were in my room. My great-grandmother waved at me and the man smiled. He had his arm around my great-grandmother. Then that was it.

The next morning my mum called me asking did I have a dream about my nanna. I said, that’s odd, yes, why?

My grandma called my mother first thing and said she had a dream about her parents that felt so real. She sat up in bed and my great-grandmother and my great-grandfather (my mum sent photos over later – it was the same man. He died before I was born) were at the foot of her bed crying. My great-grandmother went to walk forward but my great-grandfather put out his arm to stop her. They waved and left.

My mum said she was struck…because she dreamed about them too. She said that they were younger – in their 60s. So they decided to call my aunty – lo and behold my aunty and my cousin both had them visit them too.

My sister messaged me saying she had a dream about nanna and papa last night and was really sad because she missed them. I called her and told her about everyone else’s dreams.

Normally stuff like that freaks me out but we all felt touched and connected.

There was nothing significant about the date it happened though. No one’s birthday, anniversary, deathday even. Nothing. We’re still wondering why that night.

Pineapple-Sundae

I was sitting on a recliner in my living room at 3 am watching a horror movie. I was covered in a soft blue sheet which laid pretty flat because I was pointing my toes forward. Suddenly, my dogs tail starts to rise from underneath the blanket which creates a sort of tent at the edge of the recliner. I say to my dog, “what are you doing there weirdo” (I don’t let them near recliners because a puppy had clipped his ear near one and I didn’t want a repeat) and I lean over to look at him.

I look over the edge of the recliner and suddenly the sheet drops flat back to my body. My dog is across the room, sleeping quietly with my other dog. I calmly turn off the tv, go to my room and sleep.

OliveJuiceYou

Went on a pub crawl in my early 20’s and wound up at a bar my buddy’s dad ran. I had gotten extremely drunk to the point of seeing the ceiling spin (I was laying on a pool table. That drunk) and quickly ran into the men’s washroom to up my guts.

Once I starting throwing up in my somehow locked bathroom stall, someone started pounding on the stall door. Like, ramming it at a run at one point. In between mouthfuls of vomit I kept politely responding with things like: “one minute!” or “buddy, just let me finish spewing!” …to more traditional angry expletives.

After a particularly hard slam that really tested the shitty turn lock I angrily shouted: “If you don’t fucking stop I’m coming out there and beating the ever-living shit out of you!” (Probably more like “ifshoe don staho I’m gunna fukya up!”)

Silence.

I burst out of the stall in the most intimidating way possible in my shattered state and absolutely no one else was in there. I ran out to the friends I was with asking where the guy who went in after me was and they told me no one had followed.

A while later I talked to my friend whose dad ran the place and told him the story. Mentioned maybe some of his dad’s employees were dicks. He just kind of looked at me kind of spooked and said “Yeah, apparently that place is haunted as fuck. The men’s washroom especially. People don’t go in there alone because of it. I think you told a ghost you were going to beat the shit out of it.”

HumbleDanosaur

This may very well be my sad projection as a child, but my father was killed in a car crash. His very jealous friend hit him and delayed calling for help. He made a pass on my mom 3 days after. My family was devastated. I’d lie awake at night and ask my dad to come back. On this particular night, I was sleeping on the couch because my dad sometimes fell asleep there and I missed him. I was trying to be quiet while hiccup sobbing that I missed dad.

I felt someone stroking my hair and assumed it was my mom who woke up to comfort me. I didn’t want to look at her because I was ashamed and she just kept stroking my hair. When I finally turned to look up because I got my tears in check, no one was there. I went to my parent’s bedroom and my mom is snoring like a rhino. It wasn’t harmful but it was a different experience.

Responsible_Cupcake

A lady who works with my mom told us this story one day when they came over for dinner. We had been talking about creepy movies and she decided to tell us about some of the weird stuff at their new place.

They had just bought a house in the Wilmington, NC area, had moved in, and everything was going fine until one day she opened the silverware drawer and found a tooth sitting on top of the silverware. It was weird and no one knew how it got there, but they threw it away and tried to get on with their lives. A couple of weeks later, it happens again. Open the silverware drawer… tooth. Now it’s super weird but again the tooth gets tossed out and ignored. It kept happening. Over the next six months they kept on finding teeth every couple of weeks.

They got a home security system with motion detectors and cameras and stuff because they figured they had a particularly sick prankster in the area, but even though they kept finding teeth the system never detected anyone leaving them. One day, she’s at home and gets a call from her husband telling her to get out of the house right then because the security alarm went off saying that all of the doors and windows had just opened at the same time. She left for a few hours, but nothing had opened or closed.

Finally, they got fed up and went to talk to the lady who had sold them the house. She still lived in town and had built a house that was almost an exact replica of the one they had sold to this couple. That in itself was a little weird, but she completely refused to talk about the previous house and shut the door in her face when they asked about it.

They’re not happy, but weird stuff is only happening every few weeks, so it’s not enough to drive them out of the house or anything. The last incident (that I know of) was about a month or two ago. She went down to the basement to do the laundry and when she opened the dryer there was a tooth sitting on top of the clothes. She says that she felt something cold hit her in the face (almost like getting hit with a pillow) and blacked out. Her husband found her a little while later thrashing around on the floor. They called the paramedics and she came back around and was fine.

That was the end of the story. No resolution, no explanation, and no other weird stuff lately. It was the freakiest thing I’d ever heard.

brokentelescope

I’ve had several experiences over the course of the years that could be termed “paranormal” for lack of a better explanation at this point, however, this location was the source of most of them.

Twenty-some years ago, I was living near the Canadian border alone in a rented log cabin. It used to be part of a fishing resort and had been renovated since it was built in the early part of the century. The cabin was approximately half a mile from the nearest neighbor and fifteen miles from the nearest town, so I had gotten used to isolation fairly early on.

At the time, I was working p.m. shifts at a resort twenty-five miles away and wouldn’t typically get home until well after midnight. On this particular night I had gotten home, put on pajamas and gone into the kitchen area to was dishes. I was standing in front of the sink, looking out the window onto the woods when directly behind me, just above the height of my head, there was the sound of a man’s whistling. Just two notes and then nothing. I positively froze. I looked in the reflection of the window in front of me and saw nothing. Very quietly, I wrapped my hand around a totally inadequate knife that was in the sudsy water and turned around. Nothing there except for my two cats sitting by the wall looking directly into the air behind me where the whistling had come from.

This kicked off many extremely odd experiences in that cabin that continued until I moved out some six months later, but that one was by far the most shocking just simply because it was completely unexpected. I spend a great deal of time alone in isolated locations, but since that evening I have thought long and hard about what it means to be a woman alone in the woods from a safety perspective.

Edit to add the rest of the story by request:

Ok, now that I have a few spare minutes I will fill in some more on the cabin situation.

The original part of the cabin was simply a single room, all log and un-insulated, with a wrap-around enclosed porch on two sides of it. At some point, a large bedroom and a bathroom had been added onto the north side of it (also un-insulated) and a deck outside overlooking the lake. In the time that it was a fishing resort, however, it was just the main room and the enclosed porch.

The episode described in the above post was the first occurrence and happened within two or three weeks of my moving in. Thereafter, on a fairly routine basis when I was in the bedroom, the sound of muffled voices could be heard in the main room. They were clearly those of a man and a woman and sounded conversational, though the words were muted. While I didn’t love it, I was content to let it be. I rationalized that any woman cool enough to be at a fishing resort at the turn of the century was probably someone who I would have gotten along with, and aside from the whistling, nothing specifically directed toward me had happened.

Then came the sound, again muted, of periodic music and singing. Less cool, but I assume some pretty good parties had been had at that place back in its day and it was always quiet and always from the main room. Nothing intruded into the bedroom.

Then small items started to go missing, which is tough to do in a cabin with essentially two main rooms and a bathroom. They’d always show back up, but in improbable places. Finally, I got fed up and asked aloud that the two of them stop taking things, and also added that while I knew they were there and was content to let them be, that they not show themselves to me. I knew that if I actually saw something that would be the immediate end of my residence there!

Finally, the day before I was set to leave for my family’s place for Thanksgiving and my landlord was set to head south for the winter months, I was again standing in the little kitchen area when I heard the sound of a door slamming and a woman’s laugh. Except for this time it came from the bedroom. Well, shit.

After I finally calmed down and got up the nerve to go in there (it was my room and there was no one else living there to be brave for me) I found that one of the closet doors had been slammed shut. Moreover, it had been locked and I had no way to get it open. In fact, I hadn’t even been aware that it did lock. I got on the horn to the landlord, hoping to catch him before he headed out and asked him if he had a key for the closet. He stated he did not and said that they had never locked the door for that very reason. He gave me permission to break the lock if I needed to and let me know that he’d fix it when they got back in the first part of March.

I had exactly no intention of breaking a lock on that door after it had been slammed by “something” and spent a very uneasy night before heading out for Thanksgiving early the next morning. There was absolutely nothing I needed in there that badly!

Before leaving, I stood on the porch with the front door open into the main room and announced to whatever may have been listening that I damn well expected that door to be unlocked and opened by the time I got back the following week, did not appreciate the intrusion into my room, and, in short, would tolerate no further fuckery. (It should be noted that I had no idea at all what I would have done if there was further fuckery, but I was annoyed, leaving and it seemed like a safe time to get stern).

I arrived back the first week of December and unloaded my belongings. The house appeared to be undisturbed. Upon entering my bedroom and putting bags down, there on the wall by the closet hung a small, old key.

I moved out two months later, when the plumbing froze solid for a week and my landlord couldn’t be contacted in Florida. In that time, no further disturbances occurred. I did try the key in the lock and it did fit, but I never did unlock that closet. Any clothing I had could just stay right there for eternity as far as I was concerned.

I did have roomates in with me to split rent twice during the time that I lived there; they using the main room as a bedroom. Neither of them stayed a complete month without specifying why they left, though one of them did mention the voices to me several years after the fact.

I would love to find out more about that specific cabin. It is possible to find information about the old resort, but not the specific buildings. That area was remote when I lived there and must have been far more so when they were in operation. I will probably never know what went down there back in the day, but I have my theories.

1boxfox

Mines quick and simple. I always believed in some type of “after” and heard many stories of people who aren’t bullshitters experiencing something. I was in my garage talking to my girlfriend who was standing I’m the doorway entering the house. About ten to fifteen feet behind her was our downstairs living room that has a sliding glass door and stairs going to the second level. Her brother walks in with a little girl with blonde hair following him… We all have small kids but I know all the friends and playmates they have and didn’t recognize her. I inquired to my gf as to who the fuck was that little girl… She goes and checks it out and he comes down with a big grin. He’s known to see spirits and I believe him without a doubt because the guy loves to talk to me about FUCKING ANYTHING… However he doesn’t bring up his “gift”. He just doesn’t talk about it. Anyway he says that there’s a little blonde hair girl who lives at the house… She’s always around.

Sorry for the formatting, I’m on my cell. So a year later my gf has my son premature and we end up staying in the hospital for a while. Her brother stays at the house and tells us that “Emily” is really sad and he can tell she’s nervous and wondering why we aren’t home. My newborn gets better and we head home and walk in and you can just feel this heaviness just vanish followed by a very happy feeling.

So in short I have 5 kids total. 4 are biologically mine and of this world and the fifth is Emily and she’s by far my best behaved. My 1 and 3 year old will be very hyper running around and I have to announce to Em that it’s time for bed for everybody. They instantly crash. She’s a good kid. I don’t want to open any doors so I’m not looking into the history…

jerseyojo

Lying on my couch in my living room, and from there I can look down a 20ft hallway and see my mom in bed reading, the door half open. I’m looking down and her door slams so violently that it shook the house kinda violent.

She immediately comes sprinting out in a rage (as she often does) screaming at me for slamming her door when she was trying to relax. The scariest aspect was that I saw her in bed, 10 feet away from the door.

smileyjordan

When I was about 12-13, my best friend and I rode our bikes and discovered this small hidden graveyard. It was back by some railroad tracks and under big buzzing power lines far from any houses. There was barbed wire around the graveyard, and they tombstones were mainly faded but we could see some of the dates from the late 1800s.

We stopped and took pics for fun, but didn’t think much of it. Well, for about 2 years after that I’d wake up every night between 3-3:30 am because I’d hear papers rustling in my room. Then, I’d hear what sounded like footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping once it reached the foot of my bed. I peeked a few times and didn’t see anything. I started sleeping with the TV on to block it out.

Eventually I woke up one night because I heard what sounded like dozens of people whispering loudly in my ear and screamed for my mom.

I told my parents about it and my religious mom threw holy water around the house. Then my dad bought flowers and told us to bring them to the graveyard. It stopped after that.

I always thought that maybe I just had night terrors or something or imagined it. Recently (I’m now 25), I mentioned this to my dad again and he said he’d also heard footsteps at night but thought I was just getting some water or something at 3 am. Spooky!

tiny_pandacakes

My mom and my great-grandmother were very close. Unfortunately though she lived in the UK while we live in Canada. The last time she was able to visit was 2000, and what is nice is that while she was visiting my mom went into labour. So she got to be there for the birth of both my mom’s children, she flew out for mine. Like I said they were very close, my great-grandmother ate straight up mud when my mom served her mud pies as a kid cause she wanted to play along.

Why this matters is cause I’m not a normally a ghost person. However I think that when you are truly close with someone there’s a connection in the metaphysical. It comes from this story. A year or so after the last visit, my mom woke up at around 1:30am. At the bottom of the bed apparently was my great-grandmother. She told my mom she loved her, told my mother everything is going to be okay and said goodbye. My mom in a panic woke up my father crying (now this part even at 4 I can remember cause i got woken up my mom was crying so loudly. It was the first time I saw her cry) My dad said look lets call your parents, my grandparents and see. This is how me know it was around 1:30 in hindsight because at about 2 was when she called them. They told her no they hadn’t heard anything had happened, and to not worry it was just a dream.

That morning they called back. She passed that night, at 1:30am

snoboreddotcom

I was going through a rough time a few years ago and I was asleep one night and dreaming that I was laying in my bed crying and my mom was sitting next to me rubbing my back telling me everything was going to be ok.

It was sooo real, so real that in my dream I remembered that my mom had died several years earlier and I woke up but I could still feel someone rubbing my back. I was home alone, I’m a grown man, and I was scared shitless. I couldn’t move I was so scared so I just laid there until the sun came up and jumped out of bed. I’m not a big believer in spirits but that makes me want to believe she was there that night.

epmoya

When I was a kid I saw clear as day someone stood in my parents’ bedroom as I was cycling past. Figured it was one of my parents until I saw them both outside. We checked inside, no one there and no way they could’ve left without going past us.

When my aunt died her niece took her car and drove it to her funeral. Anything with a plug she’d taken from the house. After the funeral we were all forced to go to somewhere the niece wanted to go because she refused to go to the place our aunt would’ve wanted as she felt it was beneath her. The minute we arrived the lights started flashing and the place developed a massive electrical problem. We all laughed it off because we’re not superstitious. A week later the niece’s partner (the niece hated helping our aunt and made our aunt give her money) got diagnosed with what killed my aunt and now she’s having to look after him.

My friend had a couple of creepier things happen to him. When he was a kid he got home from school, his parents had split and he was staying with his dad that evening so he comes in through the door, hears his dad say something so he calls back to him that he couldn’t hear what he said. At this point he realises his dad isn’t home. Then, still stood at the front door he realises he can hear something in his room (above him) and then suddenly hears thundering footsteps charging towards the door. He noped the hell out of there and went to stay with his mum. When his dad got home there was no evidence that anyone had been there.

Same friend, much older now, been to the pub with his best mate, neither had had a drink, can’t remember why, but they went for a walk through the countryside after it went dark (common where I’m from). They’re walking along a country road towards the golf course and both look at each other at the same time as they see a young woman in a wedding dress walk into the road. They both decide to approach her to see if she’s okay. They don’t want to scare her because it is very dark and where she’s stood is well lit because of the golf club but they’re a ways back so she wouldn’t be able to see them at this point. They slowly walk towards her and as they get about 50-100 metres from her she vanishes, doesn’t go anywhere, vanishes as in disappears in front of their eyes. Apparently a woman had been killed by a horse and trap there on her wedding day way back when. My mate jokes about a lot of stuff but those two events really really spooked him and he wasn’t quite the same after seeing the woman in the dress, he certainly isn’t as keen to go on a midnight stroll anymore.

Oh and my mum was a creepy kid-one day she was playing with her toys, nothing out of the blue, and she stops playing and declares that the wife of a family friend is going to die on (insert date here) then goes back to playing. Everyone is pretty weirded out by this but just decide she’s crackers. Said lady died on that date, almost a year later. That side of the family ended up being pretty superstitious in the end, my great uncle had a real issue that he thought the chinaware was being put out by ghosts in a morning but he had a lot of brothers so they were probably winding him up. Apparently he spent his life paranoid about ending up being haunted, poor guy.

Standtomyleft

Pretty sure my cat haunts my room. I have two other cats, but since my dog sleeps with me they don’t come in my room when he’s in there. I hear little kitty sneezes close by when I’m in there, always check for the other cats and usually end up finding them downstairs or on the back deck. It feels like something small jumps up on my bed and lays against my back or on my feet pretty often. I also get that little shake and sound that happens when a cat is scratching itself vigorously.

My dog usually reacts to these before I even notice them. He will sit up and get very interested in the spot where I eventually hear the sound. Or if I get the feeling of something jumping up on the the bed his eyes start on the floor and follow to the spot it feels like it happens. May just be that I miss him and have those phantom feelings/sounds occurring though. It’s very comforting to feel like he’s still with me, I had him for most of my life until last year.

mkat23

One time when I was like six, I was living with my parents and my grandma in a trailer park in Florida. So the bathroom was right across the hall from my parents room. And the hallway was kinda narrow on account of it being a trailer. So, one day when no one was home I had to go to the bathroom. Normally, I close the door out of common courtesy, but since no one was home, I left it wide open.

My parents bed was facing so the foot was in the center of the room, with the head at the opposite end of the room as I was in the bathroom, if that makes sense. So I’m chilling on the toilet looking at a shampoo bottle or something, when all of a sudden a black dress outlining a female body with no figure in the dress rose up behind my parents bed, hovered there for a second, and proceeded to float behind my parents door. A few seconds of that was horrifying, because it looked like the black dress was flying right at me. I

was so shook that I immediately finished my business in the bathroom and checked behind the door literally ready to beat the shit out of a fucking demon. But I check behind the door, and nothing. It was the weirdest, trippiest shit I’ve ever seen, and I still question to this day whether or not it was real or just the work of an overly active imagination. But I’m not falsely remembering things, because I was legitimately horrified by the dress, and was about to beat some ass. All I can say is now I always keep the door closed when going to the bathroom.

NoNameZone

I have had countless amounts paranormal experiences in my grandmothers house.

My grandmother lives in an old Victorian house that has many flights of loud creaky stairs. On multiple occasions I swear to god I have seen a young boy running up and down these stairs.

The creepiest experience with this was when I was house sitting for her. one night at about 3am I had woken up and went down stairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I never bothered to switch on any of the lights in the hallway and walked straight into the kitchen, where I did switch a light on. I poured my self a glass of water when all of a sudden I got a really horrible feeling of terror. I then began to hear the stairs start creaking almost like someone walking down them, this terrified me as I knew there was no one else in the house. So after a few minutes of freaking out I mustered up the courage and walked out of the kitchen as I looked at the stairs I saw a smiling child’s face staring directly at me I froze in fear and after a few seconds it had completely disappeared. After seeing this I turned all of the lights on in the house, watched tv and never went to sleep that night.

Another strange thing that happened was when me and one of my cousins were staying at the house with my grandmother when we were in our teens. My grandmother was out shopping when really out of the blue my cousin decided to go for a walk (this was strange as she never really wanted to go on walks). I brushed this off and continued to do what ever I was doing when again just like I previously discussed I got a sudden feeling of dread and terror. This time the feeling was much stronger it was that strong and disturbing that I had an extreme urge to get out of the house. I felt as if I was being forced out of the house. I caught up to my cousin and explained what happened and she said she had the exact same feeling as me .We were both terrified and nearly in tears, we didn’t go back to the house for a couple of hours.

Aaron-j12

There was a graveyard that had a gravestone that looked like it glowed at a certain angle. This was a popular local thing, it would be common to show up at the graveyard at night and there be a bunch of people there to see it.

One night myself and another friend were there, some sketchy guy (looked homeless) said that the ghost of the girl who was buried at the glowing gravestone had been seen recently. My friend and I both looked at each like “whatever” but we stayed because we had nothing better to do. About 10min a family shows up (husband, wife, 3 kids all under the age of 10ish). They’re standing next to us, we’re all quite waiting for something to happen.

We’re standing about 20ft away from the gravestone and there are no lights around so it’s dark. I then think I see a small shadow figure (blacker than the darkness around us) walking around the gravestone, I don’t say a word to anyone. It then looks like it stopped and knelt down beside the gravestone, as soon as this happens the creepy homeless guy leans over to me and very quietly says “do you see it kneeling down?” At this point I freak out!

Not more than 30 seconds later the mother of the family skips over to the gravestone and starts to skip around it. We’re all in shock, her kids are bawling their eyes out because that are totally creeped out, husband keeps calling her name… she just continues to skip around. She stops, walks over back to where her family is standing like nothing ever happened. She finally sorta snaps out of it and her husband asks what the heck was that all about and she claims she has no recollection of what happened.

At this time myself and my friend are completely freaked out and decided it’s time to get the hell out of there. I definitely saw a shadow, I don’t know what to think about that mother skipping around. I wouldn’t think she would freak her kids out to the point of crying just to “prank” a few people.

Skrabblez

My father in laws house is haunted. I found this out one day when I was alone with my husband in the house. The whole family was out of town. We were sitting on the third floor and we heard a little girl coming up the stairs. We assumed it was his stepsisters kid, and that everyone had come home. Well she never came into the room, which was weird because her favorite pastime was annoying us. Husband said “wouldn’t it be creepy if we looked outside and no cars were there?” Well, sure enough- no cars were there.

So now we think there’s someone in the house. He goes and gets his dads gun. Look through the house, no one there. I’m officially freaking out. We went down to the first floor and here’s where shit gets weird. They have one of those alarm systems that announces when someone is opening the door, it’s connected to the whole first floor. So again, there’s clearly no one there. And the alarm starts going off “dining room motion detected. Living room motion detected. Kitchen motion detected.” I said NOPE GET ME OUT.

So he took me to our friends house and he went back over with our friend, just to make sure no one was in there. At this time, my husbands family is back. Husband starts to explain that we hear footsteps, and his stepbrother said “oh was it the little girl?” He hadn’t mentioned that we thought it was a little girl. He goes on to say that he’s seen her before, she’s got long black hair and wears a white dress. Husband tells me this, I said I’m not going back there literally ever.

Naturally I had to. He was moving out (yay!) and we had to help him pack. So I’m in the kitchen and we’re packing up and I get this overwhelming sense of dread come over me. I can’t quite explain that feeling, but then a thought that was not my own came into my head, and it said don’t go upstairs. I told my husband that, he’s like “why?” And I looked down and there is a long black hair on my arm. Everyone in that family is blonde or bald. There’s no way that could have been there.

I hope the family that lives there now is very happy with their ghost friend. I will never go there ever again.

hrmhrh

I lived in an old, haunted house in college. Things got so weird that everyone moved out except for me and one roommate. Here’s a few:

1. I woke up at 3am because my roommates door kept opening and slamming shut. From bed, I yelled for him to stop only to realize I was the only one home that weekend. As soon as I yelled, the slamming stopped, but the hippy beads I had hanging outside my closed door began to sway perfectly, yet violently, against the door frame, for a half hour, while I debated if I should pop out my air condition unit and jump out of the window. I laid in the fetal position in bed til it stopped.

2. I woke up at 3am, alone again, hearing the nintendo in the back porch playing loudly. I figured a drunk kid came in and started playing. I grabbed a bat and walked towards the back of the house as the music got louder and louder. As soon as I opened the door, it was completely quiet, mind you it was loud enough to wake me up.

3. I had friends over and told them the house was haunted. No one believe me so I asked the ghost to do anything to prove it was there. As soon as I asked, all the lights in the house began flickering for about a minute straight. This was the middle of the day, everyone witnessed it.

4. almost everyone who stayed at my house had sleep paralysis at least once in the house.

5. every time something spooky happened, the house would smell like old lady, flowery, strong perfume.

6. This house had a door built into the flooring that led to the basement. We always had a rug covering it up so no one knew it was there. Things would constantly go missing in the house, and turning up in the basement. This house had a coal-shoot from when it was heated by coal back in the day. Missing stuff would always be placed on the shoot for us to come and get.

7. Roommate had some issues, once while playing video games late at night he saw mist kind of hovering from the kitchen then move into the bathroom. The bathroom had a trap door that led to the attic, that’s where we figured the old-lady ghost used to like to hang out.

8. Roommate was up late, he went to go lock the doors and turn off lights. When he turned his back on the room and walked to the door, someone breathed into his ear “haaa”. He thought it was me, I was sleeping, he turned around, pissed himself, and ran to his room. He was too afraid to come out and turn off lights and TV.

9. Loud thumps in attic at all hours. For peace of mind, we told ourselves squirrels must’ve gotten in there.

10. voices would wake us up in the middle of the night. I spent many mornings on the front porch waiting for the sun to come up before I went back in the house.

11. coincidentally, I had a friend years later that rented from the same landlord (same town, different house) where he and all of his roommates moved out because that house was also haunted. I didn’t think it was too weird, until he was telling me that when all of the weird stuff happened, it was accompanied by old-lady, flowery, stanky perfume. Also, a lot of people had sleep paralysis in that house as well.

munchyz

We toured some WWI battlegrounds and cemeteries in Flanders Fields this month.

We went to Tyne-Cot Cemetery where almost 12,000 Commonwealth soldiers are buried and looked at the memorial wall with the names of almost 35,000 soldiers who were never found. As we walked upon row after row of nameless headstones I had the weirdest feeling I’ve ever experienced come over me. The air surrounding me was heavy. The hair on the back of my neck and arms were standing up and it felt like my head was making waves through the air as I moved. To be honest it felt like I was surrounded by the the spirits of those who had fallen and was wading through them. It did not feel like they were resting in peace.

I had the same feeling, except it was much more intense, when we walked through the German cemetery at Langemark. When the tour guide said that the small grass square I was standing on was a mass grave containing nearly 25,000 soldiers I jumped as if somebody touched me. I couldn’t get off of it fast enough.

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