Back in my late teens/early 20’s I was SUPER into the paranormal, to the point where I went on ghost hunts pretty much every weekend and bought ghost hunting equipment like voice recorders and an EMF detector that I’m 95% sure was just a stud finder with a sticker on it. I may have even started a ghost hunting group with a dumb acronym name (I did. It was called WISP or the Wisconsin Investigation Society for the Paranormal)
I got a lot of pictures of “orbs” and all the other bullshit ghost stuff, a couple creepy EVPs that are spooky but probably pretty explainable, but there’s once incident that I just can’t shake or explain. It’s the one that made me want to believe in the first place.
A few friends and I were driving around in the middle of the countryside of Wisconsin. It’s relatively flat, and it was in October I think, so all of the crops had been harvested and the ground was literally just flat brown dirt with a few random trees and small hills. Anyway, there’s 4 of us in the car, and it’s probably like 10 pm, so it’s really dark. We see another car’s headlights about a mile or so away from us heading to the same 4 way intersection as us, but coming from the right so if we were heading north, this car was moving east to west. As we get closer to the intersection, the car is getting closer, obviously, and is coming up to to the stop sign for the intersection. As we get into the intersection though, the car doesn’t slow down. At all. It speeds up, and it’s heading RIGHT for us. We all turned and screamed and saw the headlights getting closer and closer and right when it should have hit us, it vanished. We slammed on the brakes, got out of the car, and there was nothing. We could see for a mile or two in every direction, and the car just wasn’t there. It’s not like it was a drunk driver that went into a ditch or hit a tree or, just turned his lights off and kept going, the car was just… gone.
All 4 of us KNEW we saw it, we were all screaming and bracing for impact. Maybe it was mass hysteria or something, but a few months after this incident, the other 3 guys (and one other buddy) were back in their car, driving in the same area, and got T-boned by a drunk driver and were severely injured. I feel really lucky I wasn’t in the car that time, and while I’m sure it’s just a weird coincidence, it creeps the hell out of me.
This happened when I was about 12 years old, I was living with my mum in the house of her then-bf.
One night, I’m sleeping but I wake up (no idea what time it was), and I see something beside my bed, it’s kind of crouching, looks like a person, and I realise that it looks like my mum and it’s dressed in the clothes she would wear when she was going to bed, so a tank top and shorts. I guess the thing realised I was awake ?? and looked towards me. I didn’t understand what is going on so I pulled the covers over my head…
After about a minute I peek out, and that thing is still crouching beside my bed, but this time it’s holding the lamp from my bedside table and it looks like it’s offering it to me??? (like you know when someone is holding something out to you and kind of motion it towards you to take it, I guess??)
My 12 year old ass is like fuck this, this is not my mum and I start screaming, I see the thing’s head whip towards the bedroom door and I think I closed my eyes for a second, I hear a thud and then the ceiling light gets turned on and mum’s bf is in the middle of my room looking panicked, shortly followed by mum who is looking very tired and confused. I definitely saw him enter in first and her follow.
The lamp was on the floor, the crouching thing that looked like my mum was gone. I still don’t know to this day what that was and it’s been over 10 years :S
My dog passed three weeks ago. This morning I was laying in bed because I awoke 30 minutes before my alarm and I was just thinking about stuff when I heard a small bark outside my door. My dog would always bark whenever he wanted to come back inside. I just started crying because I didn’t know what to think.
My house is old, and the previous owner died of a heart attack in the sunroom (now a laundry room). He was a doctor and practiced out of two units behind the house, and he apparently loved to play tricks on his wife. He would hide things, make her go on scavenger hunts, etc. We’ve had tons of paranormal experiences over the years but the most consistent one is he hides things that belong to my mom, and now that I’ve gotten older, he hides things of mine too. Even stuff like plates and cups go missing. If people in the house are fighting, or having a lot of conflict, more stuff goes missing. I don’t think he likes yelling, disturbs his peace haha.
Another thing that happened was when my cousin and I were maybe 8/9, we were home alone during the summer while my mom ran an errand. I have carpet stairs, and we would pile pillows at the bottom and slide down on sleeping bags. We got tired and went to my kitchen to get some water, leaving the sleeping bag strewn in the middle of the stairs. When we came back it wasn’t on the stairs. It was folded on my bed down the hall. My theory is that, being a doctor, he didn’t want anyone to slip on the sleeping bag going down the stairs.
I have quite a bit, but this one was the time I actually saw something. I once heard some bumping in the corner of my room, and I had to be up in like 6 hours. I’ve never minded cohabitating with spirits but they’ve gotta respect the fact I need fucking rest.
I said out loud “Please stop making noise, I’m trying to SLEEP.” After that, I saw a long black shadow snake up my armoire and nest in the corner on the top of it.
I moved to the couch.
I’m still convinced the house i grew up in was haunted. When I was younger I was getting ready for bed when i got that feeling someone was watching me. I turned around to the door only to see a face leaning down from the top right corner of my door and quickly disappear. It looked like a middle aged woman and it really creeped me out.
The next day i woke up with lipstick marks on my door. I live with 2 older brothers and my mom, I definitely didn’t tell them about the ghost so none of them would have kissed my door for no reason. along with strange voices super late at night that sounded like they were calling your name which both my brothers experienced as well.
When we moved out and tried to sell the house it mysteriously burned to the ground. The fire dept. found no signs of someone burning down the house. Funny story the next house I moved into only my room caught on fire, I’m convinced that I’m being followed by this ghost who has a “fiery” passion for me.
I don’t know if this counts as paranormal or just my tired mind playing tricks on me.
One night, I was laying in bed. I was tired as hell and could barely keep my eyes open. As I layed there with my teddy bear fight me The air started to feel eery. Didn’t think much of it so I started dozing off.
As I almost fell asleep the teddy bear was ripped (fell?) from my arms and I heard someone say “Run.” in my ear. The voice was so clear and so cold. There was no mistaking it, I really heard a voice. I did not get any sleep that night.
This one still boggles my mind to this day. When I was a kid, my dog slept in my room every night. I have 2 siblings so everyone in the house slept with their rooms’ doors closed. One morning my dog woke me up, probably at around 4-5am, by scratching on the door to go out.
Just as I got up, the door opened, dog went out, and door closed again.
I stepped out into the hallway to see who opened for my dog but nobody was there. I checked my siblings and my parents’ rooms and they were all fast asleep. My room is the first in the hallway, so I would have definitely seen anyone who opened my door. Asked my family later on and they just looked really spooked and asked if I didn’t just imagine it all.
Used to live in what used to be three very old farm cottages knocked through into one large house. Because of this, the layout was very unusual but it was a pretty big house. We would regularly hear the sound of footsteps directly above the kitchen. Not just random thumping but very deliberate, striding footsteps as if someone wearing heavy boots was walking from one end of the room to the other.
This wouldn’t have been exceptionally odd, apart from the fact that there was no longer a room above the kitchen. The floor of what would have been the first floor had been removed and so we had a kitchen with ridiculously high ceilings (like 15 feet, if not higher), I couldn’t even reach the ceiling with a fully outstretched broom/mop, my dad could just reach. Yet later at night, perhaps because it was typically quieter then, you would often hear the unmistakable thud, thud, thud as someone walked across the floor that no longer existed.
I haven’t told this story to many people, let alone on Reddit. I’m always too nervous people will think I’m crazy or just not take in what I say. This is a two night story so I’ll do my best to keep it short. I’m sorry if this ends up being long.
During the first night, I was on the phone with my girlfriend at the time. This was in high school, so talking/texting on your cell phone to stay up late was “cool” and fun. My bedroom was my parents’ old one, so it had a large set of french doors with glass panes so that you could see right through. I would close them at night. Normally my mom would yell upstairs if she heard me on the phone. This night, I heard a loud thud/scraping noise of the wood rubbing as the door opened slightly. I saw a silhouette of what looked like my mom. I asked my mom what was going on and told her that I was getting off my phone. But I had no answer and she wouldn’t move at all…she just stood there. I walked up to the door and as I walked up it’s like my memory was erased. No one was standing at the door and when I went into the hallway, it was completely black and no one was awake in the house.
The second night, I was in bed yet again. This time, I was just trying to get some sleep. My head felt chaotic and almost as if some stringy, electrical current was going through it. I tossed and turned and just got more and more frustrated. Finally, I flipped onto my back during another attempt to get comfortable. It was at this moment that I felt a pair of hands plant on my chest and push me hard, down into my bed. On the rebound, I jolted up and went for the stairs in an attempt to get comfort from my mother who I could hear was watching TV as I approached the stairway. The whole ordeal continued; because as I walked down the stairs I felt like I was going in slow motion, dragging my hand on the wall the entire way down. On top of that, I felt nothing but anger and the urge to hurt someone. I have a temper, but I’m not an aggressive type of person who would have serious thoughts of actually hurting someone. Finally the craziness ended when I saw my mom in the living room. I felt like the anger and tenseness ripped away from my body and I sobbed while my mom comforted me.
I had many more experiences in my parents’ house growing up, but these were definitely the most intense. I still get night terrors from it. If you want to hear more or have any questions, feel free to ask me or PM me. Thanks for letting me share this, Reddit.
I had a terrible dream and woke up screaming. I ran to turn on the light in my room because I still felt terrified. I hit the light switch and the light did that bright flash thing and burned out so I panicked and opened my bedroom door.
There were two dark silhouettes and one reached out to touch me. I woke up again. Turns out that was a dream too. I went to turn my light on a little less panicked this time and it was burnt out. I ran upstairs and made my roommate change my lightbulb because every time I tried to go in there I instantly got goosebumps and that “not alone” feeling.
I was in a bad situation and had gone to a shelter with my daughter. We were given a room, and as my daughter was downstairs doing her own thing I stood alone in the room, looking out the window at the backyard of the house next door… Out of the blue, I could smell a gentle breeze of the smell of my friend who had recently passed from cancer, and could ‘see’ her coming from high near the ceiling, behind me. It was as though her face and shoulders came down from above, to take some shape behind me, but I could see it perfectly with an awareness that doesn’t use my eyes. I kept looking out the window, and heard her say “you know everything’s going to be okay…” and I said back to her (without using my voice) “I know.” We stood together like that for a second or two, then she was gone.
Edit: I just remembered another detail. As I mentioned, she first appeared behind me, up near the ceiling (which I could somehow ‘see’ without my eyes. In the few seconds after that, as she said “you know everything’s going to be okay…” I could feel her essence come toward me and overlap into my body some, from the left back side, so that as I stood looking out the window, she was to my left, slightly behind me… but as she had no hard casing to her being, she was spilling into me…
My guest house is incredibly haunted. It was built in 1902, and several family members have died in the house over the years. Everyone in my family has seen or experienced something paranormal there, but I didnt really believe it until I saw one of the spirits myself. I was around 8 years old and I had gotten up early to get ready for school. We had run out of waffles so I went to the back house to grab some more.
There are 4 large windows in the front that lets you see directly into the house if you’re standing in the right spot. As I was about to walk in, I see a woman in the kitchen. She was middle aged, brown hair, and was leaning over the kitchen counter with her head in her hand. I froze and watched her. She looked upset or distressed. She stood there for another 15 seconds or so until she noticed me. She moved her head to look at me, and then stood up straight. She started walking towards the window and me. I completely freaked out and ran back to my parents screaming. I refused to go in there for another 6 months. The weirdest part was how completely normal she looked.
I live in the house now and have had plenty of more creepy experiences.
Edit: more stories have been requested so here it goes
Theres two spirits that are particularly active, a little boy and a little girl. We think they are siblings that lived there before my grandparents bought the property in the 50s. The little boy loves to steal things. He takes glasses, stuffed animals, keys, anything that you would spend a lot of time looking for. I remember once when I was little my favorite stuffed animal went missing, even though I had slept with him the night before. I looked everywhere and was so upset. Right before I went to bed that night I opened the closet and the stuffed animal was sitting on the main shelf, facing the bed. I had torn up my closet looking for it earlier, so there was no way I had missed it. It’s a common joke in my house that if something’s missing, the ghost probably took it. The little boy also loves marbles. We’ll find old, dirt covered marbles on stairs, tables, and patios that had obviously not been there before. I used to find tons when I was a little kid, but it’s become more rare now.
The little girl has been seen by a few members of my family. My Mom was the first one to tell me about her experience. She got home late from work one night and my Dad and I were in bed asleep. She was taking off her makeup in the bathroom, and in the mirror she saw a little girl in a white dress walking down the hallway towards my room. She immediately turned around and ran towards my room, thinking someone had gotten into the house. I was alone and asleep, so she shrugged it off and went to bed. I saw the little girl myself a few years later in the back house. When you walk in the front door of the house, you can see directly down a hallway and into the master bedroom. I walked in one day and looked down the hallway to see a little girl in a white dress, softly glowing?, and sitting on the edge of the bed facing me. There was no expression on her face and she didn’t seem threatening, but it terrified me. I now sleep in that bedroom every night!
The last ghost that has actually been seen is that of my great grandma. She died in the back house when my Dad was a kid, but she still likes to visit every now and then. The most compelling experience is one my Aunt had with her. The day after my great grandmas funeral, my Aunt was home alone and walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. When she walked into the kitchen, great grandma was standing at counter making a sandwich. My Aunt was obviously mystified, they had just buried her, but there she was. Great grandma then said to my aunt “Peanut butter and jelly right? Cut into triangles just like you like it.” My Aunt nodded, blinked, and she was gone. She finds a lot of comfort in the experience now, believing it was her Grandma saying goodbye. My Grandma, who never got along with her now deceased mother in law, had a creepier experience. My Grandma was sitting in the living room of the front house many years later, when she saw her standing at the sliding glass back door. She was decayed, dirty, and angry. My Grandma screamed when she saw her, and as she did a glass cooking dish was pushed off the kitchen counter. She disappeared as my Mom and I ran into the house.
Besides footsteps when no ones home and dogs barking at empty hallways, that’s most of the creepy stuff.
Edit 2: I remembered more!
When I was in high school, my mom would let some of my guy friends sleep over if they stayed in the back house. One night, my ex was trying to fall asleep on the couch when he felt someone touching his head over the blanket. He thought it was maybe one of the other guys playing a trick on him, so he just closed his eyes and ignored it. After about two minutes of feeling someone’s hand go over his head and tug on the blanket and realizing he could hear the others snoring, he looked out from the blanket. He could see that the room was empty, but he still felt the tugging. He ended up just falling asleep as it continued.
There was another experience in high school that really freaked me out. I was home alone in my room video chatting with my best friend. She was terrified of my house because of all the experiences and she was trying to freak me out while I was alone. She was making stupid spooky noises and said “what if your light turns out?”. And then it did. I froze and didn’t say anything, hoping she wouldn’t notice so I could somehow ignore the coincidence. She asked me if I turned them off on purpose and I said it was probably just the bulbs. When I walked over to the light switch, it had flipped down. I turned the lights back on and tried not to absolutely panic. I’ve lived in the house almost my entire life and a light switch has never switched off by itself again.
The reason my best friend was so afraid of my house was because of a similar experience. The back house had a radio that must have been 60+ years old that I liked to use. I showed my friend when she came over and she said “that’s the kind of radio that turns on at 3 am in a horror movie”. We decided to sleep in the back house that night, and at fucking 3:02 am the radio starts blasting. It was on the bedside table so it woke us up immediately, and I rushed to turn it off. I don’t remember what it was saying except that it was a man’s voice. We ran out of the house and decided we should just sleep in my room from now on.
I used to live in the basement of a house that was split up like a duplex. you always had a feeling of being watched. right outside my front door there was the entrance to the laundry room, i especially hated going in there. It always felt creepy.
One night i was coming home i opened the door from outside to come in. There was a stairway once you came in which lead up to the main floor apartment and the other staircase leading down to my door and the laundry room door. It was winter time so it was somewhat dark around 6 or 7 pm. The light inside my apartment was on and you could see the light coming through from the crack under the door. When i came home this night, i could see the light coming through and i could also see 2 dark shadows, as if someone was standing at my front door. I looked down and yelled hello? but nobody answered, just after that, i saw the feet/legs walk into the laundry room. I flipped the light on in the stairwell and saw nothing. went down to the laundry room and still nobody there. there was no mistaking it though. someone was standing at my front door.
When I was about 15 through 17 I lived in a house in a suburb of Las Vegas that was haunted. The layout of the house was strange and I don’t feel like explaining it, but basically the Master Bedroom is where most of the bad shit happened, and my bedroom was just down the hall and in direct view of the Master. At first it was just the feeling of being watched, hearing noises, seeing things out of the corner of your eye, that sorta thing, and was contained to the loft and bathroom in the MB.
After living there a while it turned into having the feeling of just being surrounded by something evil and nasty on most of the second floor, save for the two smaller bedrooms that my sisters and I slept in. Things continually got worse the longer we lived there and got to the point where we were all just angry and paranoid all of the time. All of the bedroom doors would rattle at night, things would go missing and be found in random places, like the drop light over the stairway, and we’d hear a man’s voice coming from the MB but knew it wasn’t my ex step dad.
Now this is gonna make this whole thing sound fake and cliche, but things got really bad when my mom got cancer. I’m the oldest of a fuckton of kids and had to take over the mom role for a while, and it really fucked high school me up. One day I came home from school with my younger brother and sister and was sitting on the couch in the living room. They were in the kitchen and I was dicking around on my phone, not paying attention, and a man breathed in my ear, hard enough to feel it and move my hair around a bit. At first I thought it was my brother fucking with me, but him and my sister were about 20 feet away and couldn’t have ran to me and back without me noticing. It freaked me out but I figured I’d just imagined it and tried to forget about it.
Shortly after, I was getting my youngest brother ready for bed and giving him a bath in the Master Bathroom, which had a jacuzzi tub that faced the vanity, and the closet was right next to it. As I’m playing with my brother and washing him up, I watch one of his towels slide out of the closet across the floor and stop about midway to the vanity. I promptly grabbed my brother and ran for the fucking hills. I moved out not too shortly after that, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget that fucking house or what happened there. Still gives me nightmares.
When I was in 5th grade, I was sitting in my living room with a neighbor kid, playing video games. We both saw a black shadow in the shape of a person walk down the hallway that lead out of the living room. It was so real looking, we thought someone had broken into the house. We screamed and ran down the street to her house.
I waited until my mom got home and went to tell her what happened. I said someone had broken in. But she said “no it’s okay, it’s mr. brown”. I of course was like what, who’s that.
My mom suffered a massive stroke when she was 30yo and had to be resuscitated several times. And had a very vivid near death experience where her grandparents told her it wasn’t her time and she needed to go back. She said ever since, someone was around her, and she called it mr. brown. She said she would be folding clothes, leave the room and come back and they were all folded. Or that she would be trying to find something and it would show up where it obviously wasn’t before, like it had been set out for her.
I don’t know if I believe all of her stories. But I definitely saw something. It was broad daylight. My friend saw it too. It really happened.