Felt like you were being followed during a night walk, when nothing was there? Keep seeing something in the corner of your eye in your house? Heard voices coming from the next room when no one else was home?

Uh, granted I don't have any of my own despite being a horror fan and also living a street away from a graveyard.

Apparently I have a few relatives that have claimed to see spirits of recently deceased relatives, but they weren't threatening or meaningfully creepy occurrences. scratches head I guess my senses of the dead are, well, dead.

ANYWAY, would love to hear any creepy stories. :D Uh, granted nothing, like, real life horror like being in an accident or a burning building or almost murdered. Just, like, creepy. Creepy is fine.

Well, it's not so creepy as it is kind of cool. Sometimes I know what someone's going to say or do before they say/do it. Once in a while I get deja vu, except I swear it's not deja vu, I swear it's that I've just realized that what's happening is something I saw coming. shrug I've been told that 'psychic abilities' run in my mother's side of the family, that all of the females on that side at least have very strong intuition.

Ahah, I could write a book on all the creepy things that have happened to/around me.

I seem to be a magnet for this kind of stuff - from UFOs to unseen beasties crashing through the woods at night (we're talking, branches breaking eight or more feet off the ground and the sound of something heavy running,) French phantoms, college apartment poltergeists, demonic presences and random weird psychic incidents... Yeeeeah, I can't avoid weird stuff. I've got at least a twenty-year history with it.

An apartment I lived in on the second floor had a very dim lightbulb on the landing. I have sight issues, so I decided to switch it up for a 100 watt bulb and really brighten things up. I did so, went to work and when i came back that night the bulb was off, nothing happened when I tried the lightswitch. I pull a chair out onto the landing to replace what I thought was a burned out bulb but discovered it was only just unscrewed enough for the light to go out. Screwed back in, light's back on and I don't think anything about it. The next day, the SAME thing happens...bulb unscrewed, weird but okay. Third day, I come home, bulb's unscrewed again..sighs I go into the kitchen to get the chair out again and every cabinet door in my kitchen is hanging wide open. I lived by myself at that point, there was no way short of weirdness for all the doors to be open. I was like 'okay, you don't have to shout.' I went out and got a 60 watt bulb and replaced the 100 watt bulb and never had any problems after that.

haha, I live right next to a cemetery. A habit of mine was reading creepypasta before bed (reddit's nosleep has some really good ones) but one time I got so creeped out I resolved never to do it again xD

I noticed in another thread you said you were an INFJ (me too!) apparently our type is really intuitive to the point of other people thinking we're psychic? I haven't noticed that trait in myself, but I've read about it in lots of INFJ descriptions :)

demonic presences nope nope nope. I'm interested in those stories (and the ufo ones) if you don't mind sharing :D

holy shit that's scary. reminds me of that scene from The Sixth Sense with all the cupboard doors open. were you creeped out at the time? you sound so casual in the story LOL

The other day, I received a call with my area code, but an unknown number. Since I've been waiting for my background check to clear to begin my next job, I answered it with the general, "Hello, this is _____ speaking", to which they replied, "I know", and hung up. Call back, it's a disconnected number.

Next night, while at work, there was a loud knock on the back door as I was about to leave...open the door, no one there (it's just a parking lot, and certainly not enough time to run and hide).

Third day, while in my room, the door opened by itself.

Nothing since 0.o

The shadow that passed in our kitchen, knowing that everyone was asleep.

Lmao I just sat in my bed and stared "shit, I hope it likes pizza".

I wasn't really scared, although I was a touch worried cause I had some fairly expensive glassware in the one cabinet and didn't want something 'accidentally' falling out! Seemed the compromise on the light level worked, so it was all good. The building is pretty wacky, I would often hear footsteps going up and down the stairs past the landing, but looking out the peephole there was nothing to be seen. Turns out the storefront part of the building used to be a butcher shop back when it was built in the late 1800s, later on it was a pool hall and briefly a bookstore. The basement is creeptastic, with old style coolers (from when a cooler was a thick-walled room filled with ice and sawdust)still down there.

I don't really get too worked up about oddness like that, having learned some time back that things can only have as much power over you as you are willing to give to it. If you don't LET it hurt you, it can't do much more than make you uncomfortable.

Well, if you insist ;) I'll try to keep each account as short as possible, though.

The first incident (that I can remember) happened when I was about 9, I think? It was shortly after a fire in my brothers' room - we all had to sleep downstairs in the living room while the bedrooms were being redone, and one night, I woke up to the sound of someone moving around upstairs. So I got up, and very, very quietly snuck up the stairs to see who it was... only to find that there was no one there, and all of the drawers had been pulled out of the boys' dresser, and laid neatly out on the floor. I was a little creeped out, and went back to bed, thinking it was all just a dream, but in the morning the drawers were still sitting on the floor, exactly as they had been.

That was about it for the next five or so years, which saw the first UFO sightings. Most were pretty nondescript - glowing white spheres that moved oddly slowly, from one point of the sky to another before disappearing (abruptly, not the fade in/fade out of the space station, and they were too low on the horizon to be that in any case.) But one in particular stood out: it appeared on a December morning, at about 5:15am, which was when mom and I left to go deliver papers, and she saw it, too. We both watched the glowing ball moving overhead only, instead of just vanishing like the others, it stopped. Directly under the last star of the constellation Cassiopeia. It then stayed perfectly still for several seconds before blinking out.

We were living in a new - brand-new, just constructed - house at that point, but weird things started happening regardless. The sound of footsteps on the roof at night, the aforementioned "big beastie" running through the woods at night (a one-time incident, but still freaky,) shadows that would pass in front of mirrors or in window reflections when you were the only person in the house, loud bangs like gunshots in the kitchen...

But probably the single most memorable incident happened when I was about 16? It was late, and I was the last person awake in the house, so I got stuck turning off all the lights on my way to bed. On my way through the kitchen, I flipped off the lights and grabbed a glass of water that I was taking a drink from on my way through the dining room. When I lowered the glass, though, there was someone standing in front of me who hadn't been there, and wasn't a sibling or parent. It was a girl, about my age, dressed in a very old-fashioned and dingy-looking nightgown, with long, messy blonde hair and an absolutely terrified look on her face. It was like she was looking right at me... and then she disappeared. God, I don't think I ever bolted for my room as fast as I did then.

(Just a couple of years ago, I found out that my hometown had been the site of not only a Potowatomi Indian village, but a French trading post as well... and the French traders were forcibly relocated from the area by US Army soldiers, who were claiming the land after being given it by the government as payment for serving in the army. Coincidence? I think not...)

(to be continued...)

aaaahh, there used to be a butchery nearby? my imagination would definitely start making up stories to creep me out. /has seen too many movies/ and as for that basement ... well, may I just say NOPE.

I love this statement, it's so true. I've heard that those unwelcome presences often feed off people's fear, so it's best to stay calm. easier said than done though, haha xD you have a lot of courage!

oh wow, that's all extremely creepy, ESPECIALLY the last thing. OMG, I would have shit myself lol. that seriously reminds me of a horror-movie jumpscare, where something terrifying appears out of nowhere. why does it happen in real-life aaaaahhhhh

the history of your hometown definitely sounds conducive to bad juju o_o seems like there are some dodgy presences there.

as for the ufo sightings ... I don't even know what to think about those o.O I tend not to think that there's been alien contact with earth (because of the massive scale of the universe) but I have no reasonable explanation for that. maybe ... secret government technology? lol.

also, you are super BRAVE. both as a child and as a teenager. I know I would have reacted very differently as a nine-year old (namely, run screaming to my parents). thank you so very much for sharing your stories, they were fascinating and I really enjoyed reading them :D

I wasn't an especially easily-rattled kid, really XD;; Too many scary-but-not-really movies jaded me, I guess, lol That, and one of our "active" presences I'm 99% sure was my grandpa, so I never felt very threatened knowing that he "was around."

(Speaking of grandpa... even grandma had a slightly creepy story - about how, when he was on his deathbed in the hospital, he was looking out the window at the parking lot below, and when she asked what he was looking at, he told her that "the train was waiting for him" and he had to get to it soon. He passed away not long after.)

And as for the UFOs... mom had the idea that they were somehow connected to a nearby Air Force base. Which kind of makes a bit of sense, IMO...

ANYWAY... Part 2 of the :creepy story" round... XD

Things quieted down again for a while after I saw the blonde girl, until I moved away to go to college in Arizona. There, I wound up moving in with a classmate who shared the same schedule as me... and shortly after, things started again.

First it started with loud bangs that sounded like they were coming from upstairs - some of them were so hard that the ceiling fan would rattle. At first, we thought it was the upstairs neighbor, until we found out that he was rarely home due to work, and his apartment was empty. And they weren't coming from the other upstairs neighbor (whose unit was positioned diagonally from ours,) because the sounds came from directly overhead.

Then there were the things that the cat would watch, that we couldn't see, but she would sit and stare up at the ceiling and chitter the way cats do when they're watching birds through a window.

Later, after she died, there were two separate incidents that were distinctly "her" - once, when something jumped up on my roommate's bed and curled up in her usual spot, and again when "something" jumped up on the loveseat behind me, complete with the sound of claws scratching across the fabric, before settling in the spot where she would lay and look out the window. I'm 100% sure that that "something" was our mamacat coming back to say her goodbyes, because nothing like that ever happened again.

But there were the black catlike shapes that darted across the floor, only visible in the curio cabinet's mirrored back, while our two kittens (mamacat's babies) were curled up on the couch with us. And the small items that would vanish into thin air, never to be seen again - my wallet, my roommate's underwear (that she would fold and put away, only for it to vanish from her dresser overnight,) and a couple hundred dollars' worth of art supplies... we never found these things again, not even when we cleaned the apartment from top to bottom when it was time to move out.

There was an incident where, when we were in my roommate's bedroom, playing on the computer with the two kittens asleep on the bed, we heard a sound out in the dining room. We went out to find her recipe folder - which had been laying down on top of the fridge - lying on the floor under the dining table, with all the pages scattered around the room.

And another incident where a framed picture was flung from its spot on the wall, and hit me in the side of the head.

And then there was Spring Break, where I was left alone to house-sit when my roommate went home for a week... when, at one point, I was in the bathroom and heard the cabinet doors right outside begin to slam open and shut. A few moments later, the bathroom door began to shake and rattle violently, with the handle jostling as if someone was trying to open it. This lasted for several seconds before stopping abruptly - I finished up what I was doing, grabbed the cats, and locked myself in the bedroom for the rest of the night.

Oh, and that was the summer the UFOs decided to make a comeback, too.

Most of them were pretty distant - just these silver spheres flying around in broad daylight, disappearing into cloud banks and never reappearing, or blinking out of sight.

But then there was one night where my roommate and I decided to head down to the corner convenience store late at night. As we were walking down the street, we saw something huge moving over the apartment complex next door to ours.

And by "huge" I mean "this thing was the size OF the apartment complex." It was massive, and black, with strobing red lights on the sides, was causing no disturbance in the air even though it was only maybe a hundred feet up, and it was making no sound at all. We stood and watched it for maybe a minute, just slowly drifting overhead, and then we both ran as fast as we could to the convenience store. When we left again, there was no sign of the craft, and we didn't see any more UFOs after that.

(To be continued.... one last time XD)

wow, thanks for part two! when I read these kinds of stories I'm always amazed how relatively unrattled the people are xD the noises and shapes darting across the floor ... well, let's just say I would be having a word with the landlord to see if they would be so kind as to end my contract early on account of the SCARY GHOSTS AAAAH.

NOT. COOL. especially that framed picture thing omg I would freeeak. was it flung downwards, or sideways? I seriously can't imagine any of these things happening to me, but many people I trust have had these weird experiences and aaaah they're all so creepy.

okay. um, THAT is the scariest thing I've read here (well, maybe aside from the creepy ghost girl lol ... I don't think much can top that xD) but seriously, WHAT. WHAT IS MOVING THOSE THINGS PLS STOP TOUCHING MY STUFF KTHNX. Seriously that is scary as hell. awww, I like how you took the kitties with you though. protective kitty mom instinct :D

omg. where do you live that there are so many ufos.

The picture was thrown sideways (or, rather, forward) and had to fly a good foot and a half from the wall to hit me - kind of freaked me out!

The roommate and I used humor to deal with it a lot of the time. We even named the poltergeist, so we could yell at it when it was getting on our nerves, lol XD I know a lot of people might recommend against it, but since it wasn't really hurting anybody (with the one exception of the flying framed picture,) and was more annoying than anything else... well, we didn't see the harm in it XD

And the UFOs were in two separate places... the first batch, in northwestern Illinois, and the second was in Phoenix, AZ (which has a pretty long history with that sort of stuff.) =)

Anyway. ON TO THE CONCLUSION =D

Fast forward another couple of years, to when I was living in Indiana... Walking home from an art museum event late one evening, I thought I heard something behind me and stopped and turned. There was a man there, just standing with his feet planted and his hands at his sides, but I couldn't see his face, only a black shadow under his hood. I just looked at him for a moment, then slowly turned away again. I heard a scraping sound, looked back, and he was just gone. Mind you, there hadn't been enough time for him to run far enough for me to not see him, so... kind of freaked me out a bit. I locked every single door and window when I got home, just in case.

My then-boyfriend and I both also saw large black, catlike figures with glowing blue eyes in a park, that scaled the nearest tall trees and disappeared.

Fast forward another few years, after a couple more unnerving but inactive apartments and finally being dumped back in Illinois and being forced to move in with another friend in order to not be homeless...

Nothing thumped or got thrown in this apartment, but there were things that would wander about - what looked like a small blonde child, who would peek around corners and disappear, and another thing, unsettlingly malevolent, that was large, bulky, distinctly male, and distinctly angry that would stalk up and down the hallway and storm into the master bedroom before disappearing.

There was another thing there, that I only saw once - a shadowy, vaguely-humanoid figure that I saw climb up an exterior wall, scurrying through the light from a streetlamp and vanishing into the shadows near the roof.

And then we have the homeless shelter, where I inevitably ended up.

First off, that place used to be a school building. Many years ago, a teacher there committed suicide by hanging herself in the building (there's a plaque in the back yard, next to the stump of a tree that had been planted in her memory and then cut down some years later.) If you sat in the kitchen area of the women's shelter, every once in a while you could see her coming up on the porch, reaching out to open the door, and disappearing (I think she's trapped in a loop, trying to get back to where she died, but because the women's shelter area didn't exist back then, she can't get back to the school building? I'm not sure there...)

There was another presence there that would try to scare the kids, and while it was usually harmless, it actually terrified one little girl (who said that it was trying to take her) so badly that she wouldn't stop screaming and crying for hours.

And that demonic presence I mentioned in my first post? Yeah...

Let me just say, the Executive Director of this shelter has a very offputting "aura" around him, and I'm far from the only person who's noticed. It's like just being near him made me physically sick, from the very first time I met him and didn't even know who he was.

Well, one night, when a couple of friends and I were sitting outside chatting at around 9pm, he was just leaving for the night. And, as his car took off down the street, a huge black dog-like thing ran through the wall that was in front of his office, and just streaked after his car.

But wait, there's more!

A bit later, I was talking about this with another friend at the shelter, late at night. We were being very quiet, because there were kids sleeping in the room next door... but, as soon as I mentioned the black dog, the room turned ice-cold and the baby next door started screaming. To say that that terrified us would be a gross understatement.

And, even better? My friend later said that she'd gotten the same feeling from that man when she'd met him, and had seen a "cloud of static" clinging to him.

That was the last "big thing" I've experienced so far, at least. The last apartment I lived at only had minor activity (hearing voices and dishes rattling in the communal kitchen when no one was in there, and voices in empty rooms,) and my new place has had no activity whatsoever in the month or so I've been here knocks on wood

Hope you enjoyed the novel~ XD

wow, you should totally write a book about your life! :D or start a blog or something. these are all very interesting (and freaking terrifyng) experiences. that homeless shelter sounds EXTREMELY creepy. it sounds like the teacher was pretty disturbed to commit suicide on school property. and the executive director totally sounds demonic o.o maybe he was possessed to some extent? shudders

that would totally be me bahaha

what counts as minor activity for you would already be enough reason for me to void my contract LOL. but seriously, I hope nothing weird happens in the new place. you have been through a LOT, and definitely deserve many a good nights' sleep!

thanks so much for sharing :D really enjoyed the stories and your awesome writing style!

I get deja vu all the time, like I have already lived it, I sometimes know exactly what is going to happen and when it happens...I had a paranormal experience once with a ghost that knocked a painting off the wall where it landed a few inches away from my feet. And I went downstairs in a old police facility (Now a museum) during a tour, and almost vomited and fainted seeing a black figure rush past the open cell gates when I saw it I got weak went pale, my heart rate elevated my stomach dropped and my body temp dropped. (I was 16-17) Told my mom we needed to leave right then and now, she said she had never seen me so panicked before and that it scared her to see me that way.

For ~7-8 years up until my family moved last year, we rented out a rather small, shoddy place. Now that I think about it, the area was rather ghastly in itself.

I'm just gonna put the kind-of-creepy examples in a spoiler since the post is kind of long.

Anyway oops haha, back to the topic. The rundown place we lived in was peaceful for the most part, though occasionally I'd feel something strange in the air. There was never anything extreme with the kitchen or bathroom - no cabinet-slamming, just minor things falling down. We had a computer setup in the living room. Sometimes at night I'd pass by it to get some water in the kitchen, and I'd feel like there's a presence sitting in the office chair.

There's also superstition that lighting candles attracts ghosts. In that house, I went ahead and lit one anyway ' v ' Why, it's not like it's a big deal, I thought. Besides, what's the purpose of candles if we can't use them, right?

Well, my bedroom window was fenced and pretty heavily guarded by a bunch of huge, potted plants. Unless you moved those out of the way, it was impossible to get near it.

After I lit that candle, for several nights in succession, we'd hear extremely loud rattling and banging against my window. What happened scared the hell out of me and as much as I'd like to, I don't think I'll ever be able to light a candle in the house again.

Lastly, I had my first encounter with sleep paralysis there, not even 30 minutes after falling asleep. I probably asked for it, since it was on my mind before I knocked out. I had closed my eyes, only to be woken up by an unfamiliar voice whisper to me "You will never see me coming," or something coy and wicked like that.

Though my eyes were closed, I saw a dismembered head suddenly pop into view - not gruesome or bloody, it was grey without distinct eyes or a mouth. My eyes shot open and it was still there, then I looked up to find several of them lining up from the wall to the ceiling. I panicked and looked left, but it was fixed into my vision and I couldn't move an inch.

I can't remember how I broke free. Ever since it happened, I find it extremely hard to sleep on my back (which seems to be the most common trigger for sleep paralysis), or even fall asleep sometimes. This was about 5 years ago, but the thought of it happening again haunts me pretty often, it's absurd. I can't imagine how it is for people who have it chronically.

I also had some creepy stuff going on in my life. But it started quite harmless. When I was very young I could sometimes see things before they happened, but never something really important, just all-day stuff like someday I went down the stairs to get my petbunny back inside which I had left in a cage outside on the grass and in one second I saw the stairs in front of me and then for some seconds I clearly saw the patch of grass with the cage turned upside down and the bunny gone. I stood there for a while and then I ran out and saw exactly the same picture as before in real. I searched the whole garden and found my bunny beneath the shed. It was bleeding but alive. Later a neighbor told he saw the other neighbors dog running through the garden hunting my bunny just before I got out. I think the dog heard me running down the stairs and left. Luckily it wan't hurt that bad and lived a long time after that. Later when I grew older I traveled by train with a friend. Then it happened again and I felt dizzy and saw the train lights flickering but my friend saw nothing. She asked me what was wrong and I told her something would happen and the next second the train stopped and the light went out. The very moment that happened I felt relieved and said: don't worry, it's nothing bad. The train stood for about half an hour and the announcement told us that there was some burning in the electric of the train but it had been stopped and repairs were already in progress. After about an hour the train went on. Then one day I had a bad feeling after we had our Grandma back home after a minor surgery . I went downstairs to look for her although it was late and she laid in bed crying, holding her leg. There was a big bulb from an internal bleeding and she was in too much pain to call for help. I called for ma mother and hold her hands back so she couldn't tough herself and held her till the ambulance came. She was fine a few days after but she could have been worse. The worst thing was later, when she was in hospital again and I decided to visit her although I had just arrived home and usually wouldn't have gone till evening because I was so tired from work and the last news were she was fine. At this time I'd already moved out and lived a long distance away from home. But I had such a strong feeling that she needed me I went as soon as I arrived in my hometown and just quickly greeting my mom to get her room-number. When I arrived she was barely awake. She was weak and whispered she had a terrible pain in her stomach. There was a little blood on her lips. I rang for a nurse and she came and told me that was normal because my Granny had had a gastroscopy and the pain and tiredness was normal and it would pass but I insisted in calling a doctor which she reluctantly did with a face that screamed 'hysterical granddaughter' at me without words. Soon another nurse came in followed by a bored looking doctor while my Granny clamped down on my hands in her pain and didn't let go. They looked at her and all of a sudden they became very busy! They pushed a tube inside her nose to help her breath and another one in her throat through which they pumped lots of blood. Then they pulled her out and in surgery again. During all of that she hold on to me and never let go till they sedated her. I had to hurry with her down to emergency because her grip was so strong and she was so much in fear. Later we heard that her stomach had been hurt while she had the gastroscopy and if I hadn't found her she'd died of the bleeding because the first nurse didn't react to her properly and she was to weak to insist on help. But she survived and lived some great years after that. My Grandmother was a great person. As strong as stubborn! Since than I hadn't any experiences like this anymore and I really hope I won't have any again! It is terrifying. But I don't really think it is supernatural. I'd always had an extremely strong bond to my Granny and I think the stuff with the rabbit and the train has more to do with my good hearing at this time since I had much more events like this before my hearing got deteriorated while working in a loud factory. Also the picture of the empty cage was one of my worst nightmares this times since I really loved my bunny and always feared it might go missing.

Oh man I've had weird stuff happen to me for a very long time. At my old house especially. My mother bought this rocking chair from a garage sale it was all chipped up and needed to be repainted which she did and put away in our downstairs bathroom to dry so the cats wouldn't crawl all over it well the next morning the name Sydney was scratched into the wet paint.

My father travels all over the country for work so when he would leave I would sleep in my moms room well one night we were both sound asleep and the light bulbs above us completely shattered for no reason.

My friends were always creeped out by my house it was old and well honestly creepy the downstairs bathroom was separated by a door to get Into the basement which I hated btw it was creepy and there was nasty spiders down there. ANYWAYS the door would always fly open on the. Especially the guys when they used it.

I went on a trip to Florida this summer with 3 of my firends and it was just me and my one girlfriend the boys were off doing something and she was across the room folding laundry and I was looking out the window we had the tv on and all the sudden it just shut off we both stopped what we were doing looked at each other and asked if the other had done that and both said no.there was also this one light that would flicker on,y if I was in the room.