What is one of the creepiest things that have ever happened to you? Mine happened when I was 16. I was at a "ghost" tour with my mum. We thought it was just a little hokey tour to get us in the halloween spirits but apparently we were wrong. They started us off downstairs of the museum where an old jail cell was. The room was set up so there was approximately a 30 by 30 foot space before you entered the actual area with the cells. This jail was made around the 1920s-1930s so it was pretty old. Anyway it was pretty dark so the people that were hosting the tour were using a few plug in work lamps and flashlights to show us their equipment. All of the equipment was off, because if it was on it would have detected what I was about to see. As they were explaining how their EMF machine worked, I noticed the air get thicker and about 10 degrees colder. I began to shiver and get goose bumps. A few seconds later I started feeling weak, my heartbeat increased and my breathing swallowed. I broke out in a cold sweat and my face blanched. I felt weak kneed as I turned to see what was causing the sudden onset of weirdness I looked down towards the jail cell in time to see a black misty object fly past the cells with very fast speed. It was there one second gone the next. I am saying this black thing was darker than the dark surrounding it. I began to feel a strong feeling of dread and turned to my mom. She said my face was as white as a sheet of printer paper as I begged and pleaded with her to get out. She listened to me and we bolted out of there. I had two more experiences that night. But nothing as terrifying as this.
That must've been terrifying. I've never had an experience like that. I sadly don't have any creepy stories to share.
So this happened to me back when I was in high school so I was probably....16, maybe 15 but anyway, I was asleep one night and I vaguely remember rolling over in the bed. I was close to the edge and nearly rolled right off when I felt a hand push against my back, pushing me back up towards the bed. I got up and looked around, there was no one in the room but I had clearly felt the hand on my back. Looking down, the bottom drawer of my nightstand was opened and had I fallen, would've smacked my head into the corner of it, hurting myself. Something kept me from getting hurt that night.
When I was about 19 i lived at home, and a friend of mine was staying, about 5 of us played cards, then went to bed, I was in the attic and my friend in a downstairs room. As I lay in bed I suddenly felt numb, and very aware of my surroundings, I couldnt move, and suddenly felt a hand on my leg in the bed, then on my stomach and on my head. after a few minutes, I could move again and I jumped out of bed and galloped downstairs to my friend and slept with her after all my shaking and shock had dissipated. The next morning I told my mom, she said that she had dreamt that night that my father had come to visit us. He had passed away when I was six.
that is creepy but in a loving way <3 it was probably your father coming to say goodnight and remind you that he loved you.
Oh I have stories! Yes, stories. Preface to this: My ex is aware his parents' house is notably haunted; they used a ouija board and... It was ugly, let's go with that.
I was taking my makeup off in my ex's downstairs bathroom; it was along the short hallway that lead to , his dad's office at the very end, and had the laundry room parallel on the opposite wall. The hall lets out into the living room with a small bar area, stairs up to the kitchen/rest of the house on the farthest right wall, and the door to the basement right next to those stairs. It's dead quiet downstairs and I'm standing there, minding my own business. Everyone else is upstairs: mom, sister, sister's friend and him. Cool.
Then the banging starts, on the lower half of the door. I assume it's him, so I tell him to knock it off. It stops for a moment, then starts again, like someone is trying to break down the door down. Again, tell him to cut it out because I'm getting pissed. Repeat the banging, tell him to sod off and it starts all over again, harder. Louder. Angrier. I've had enough and throw the door open once it stops. No one is there, no one was there. The doors to his room and the office are closed, he isn't hiding downstairs. I would have heard him dashing up the stairs and into the kitchen to escape my wrath, because he was neither quiet nor elegant in movement plus the kitchen floors were creaky. Oh joy, I'm being harassed by the dead. I bolted upstairs, told him what happened and refused to be alone from then on that night.
Another night, a different year. We're in different rooms and I have a work light on in the bedroom with the lights off so it's not as blinding but I can still see to get around. The door is ajar, and I look over at it. Its illuminated enough that I see a shadow appear, shaped like a man. Instant panic and yelling for him to get in there because I am. Not. Having. It. Uh-uh, no way. He rushes in and I refuse to stay in the room alone.
It's Halloween, maybe 2012 or 2013; maybe 2011, I don't remember the year, just what we did. We had nothing to do so we decided a walk would be great. I insisted on going to the graveyard across the street from his neighborhood, and he obliges. We aren't there for long before I just get this overwhelming, stomach-churning feeling of being watched. Stalked. I've only felt it twice prior to it. He says it's probably the night watchmen but for all the times we had gone past that graveyard, at night, we never saw a soul. We leave because I'm just bristling from the feeling. It's too much. We talk the looooooong walk to the neighborhood pool, which is down a fairly steep hill, all paved because it leads into a parking lot. Its surrounded predominantly by dense woods. I wouldn't go in there alone, at night; you'd likely hurt yourself, at worst. We're standing there talking, then both hear a little boy say "Mommy?" by my side. Crystal clear, as if a child was standing beside me. We both instantly panic. He hears something growl and we go running back up that hill as quickly as we can, only stopping at the top to catch our breath.
Another Halloween, that we're spending indoors. His sister has gone to a party, his dad is out of town on business, so we're home with his mom, watching movies, talking. Out of the blue, we hear heavy footsteps upstairs, like a man. Along the very top steps and the hallway. We all stop and look at each other. "'X' isn't home right?" (Sister had a tendency to stomp around upstairs for whatever reason...) "No, she left already. No one else is here." It doesn't continue or present itself again despite our waiting for it. His mom and I both insist he goes to check upstairs, and he comes back down to say no one is there and nothing is disturbed. Bloody hell.
Different night, different year... I'm trying to go bed because it's about 1 or 2AM, and he's still upstairs playing video games. It's quiet, peaceful... Except for the mystery scratching and moving under the large entertainment center he had. It was on the righthand wall, and definitely inside the room, not the wall. Nothing was moving in the cubby the sound was coming from either. I panic, calling him on Skype and the phone because I'm too paranoid to move from the bed. He finally gets my calls and I tell him what's happening, begging him to come down as quickly as possible. He does, and checks stuff out a little before I go back upstairs with him, too unnerved to sleep.
Lesser creepy story: Laying in bed one night, chattering away, because that's what we did. Heard something in the bushes outside the window over the bed, this wretched metallic growling, scratching noise. We both look outside and see nothing, despite hearing more noises. Oi.
Periodically, throughout the times I was there, I would smell perfume. This, I never brought up except for one occasion. Turns out I wasn't the only smelling perfume now and again, he was smelling it too. I believe his mother was too... It was supposed to be White Shoulders perfume, which I've never smelled; this perfume was, however, powdery and "old lady."
Spooky ish seems to happen to me frequently.
When I was in high school, I was in my bedroom on the phone with my best friend while doing something on my computer. The door to my bedroom was shut and so were all my windows, but somehow, from right behind me, I felt like someone had leaned in over my shoulder and I heard a whistle right in my ear. I got so scared that I dropped the phone and ran screaming like a lunatic into the living room where my mom was watching TV. I was inconsolable for a good 20 minutes. She went to the bedroom to look around for me and didn't find anything. I went back in there and everything seemed fine. I thought maybe I'd heard something from outside that just sounded really close and it was REALLY loud, so I phoned my friend back and asked her if she'd heard it, but she said no. To this day, I have no idea what it was. I also used to hear someone calling my name in that house, a male voice, coming from the basement.
My mom has a friend who is a medium and she called the woman up to tell her what was going on in the house. The woman came over to our place and did a walk through. At the end of it, she told us she had cleared 10 trapped spirits, mostly male but some female, out of the house. For a long time after that it was quiet, and then stuff started happening again. Doors slamming, curtains rustling, voices... a bit creepy, but nothing that felt particularly malevolent. I'd had lots of paranormal experiences growing up, so I wasn't overly bothered by any of the activity because nothing ever tried to hurt us or scare us, it just felt mostly playful, until one night I was doing homework in the dining room.
This was a few years later, just after I'd started university. I was sitting in the dining room with my back to the living room. It was dark outside and I had the overhead light on. My mom was in the kitchen. In the middle of writing something down, I felt this horrible, cold, anxious feeling like what you described - my chest got tight, I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest - and I felt like someone was watching me. I felt it SO intensely that I was sure that if I turned around, I would see someone standing no less than 5 feet behind me, staring at the back of my head. It was weird, too, because in my mind, I could picture clearly who I felt like it was staring at my, and it felt and looked demonic and purely evil. I slowly moved my chair back, stepped away from the table, and walked into the kitchen where my mom was. She told me I was white as a sheet and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I felt like if I had stayed in that chair, I was going to die. I was terrified out of my mind and shaking like a leaf.
I waited in the kitchen for a few minutes, had some water, and crept back into the dining room. The feeling was gone and I didn't feel that horrible, evil presence anymore. I finished my homework without incident and to this day have never felt like that again. I have no idea what it was that had happened, and maybe there's a perfectly rational explanation (human brain chemistry is weird sometimes), but it scared me more than anything else ever has in my life.
A couple of days before sth terrible but unexpected happened in our family I dreamt of my grandparents and they warned me about it.
I also dreamt that Pope Benedict XVI. resigned from his "job" a few days before it happened which was especially interesting because I'm not a Catholic or something so actually I couldn't care less about the pope. XD
I was born on halloween, so my life revolves around creepy. I've had a lot of creepy experiences but I think the thing that terrified me the most was night terrors. According to my mom, I've been having them since I was a baby. I'm 21 now and they stopped around 9th grade. I can't even describe how terrifying they were, I would feel, hear, and see things that weren't there. I also struggled with extreme anxiety after overcoming the night terrors. So with all the crap I've dealt with in my life, the scariest thing isn't even supernatural lol
In response to OP, I got a chance to tour a local abandoned hospital with 3 other people at 2 AM one night. That was really really haunted. We're talking doors closing down the hallways and then squeaking when you walk past them. We also heard distant chatter. The PA system would also pop and buzz at you when you would walk underneath them, even though they haven't had power in years. I also heard an old man laugh in the dark underground tunnel to the psych ward. It was spooky af.
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I lived in a house that was supposedly haunted when I was younger up until I was 11. I had things thrown at me. I was pushed around by something I couldn't see. One of the creepiest things I had experienced at that house was when I was sitting underneath the stairs (it had an open area under it). The stairs had open spaces between them so I could see what was going on in front of the stairs. I turned away and saw this naked, bronze baby looking at me out of the corner of my eye. It looked like a newborn and it had the cord still attached to it. Well, I see it and I look directly at it. It quickly looks away and immediately starts crawling up the stairs.
That's something I remember like yesterday. Experiences like that never leave your mind. I still have a very, very strong sensitivity to this stuff meaning I have a lot of experiences still even though where I live now is not haunted. Entities just pass through from time to time and try to interact with me. I'm not going to mention those experiences since they stopped being creepy in general to me. As a matter of fact, I have social anxiety and find that interacting with spirits/entities is a lot less nerve-wracking than interacting with living people.
Another experience I had involved seeing a man in a orange hunter vest with a flannel shirt and blue jeans at my grandmother's Christmas party back in 2005. He disappeared the moment I glanced at him. Recently, I have found out that my dad had seen the same thing when he was younger. I never told him about it but we were talking about weird paranormal stuff and it turns out my dad & my grandmother had both seen the man on separate occasions. That's 3 generations of people who have seen that man. My dad's experience was a little more direct with the man standing directly over him and looking down.
This is pretty tame but I suffer from hypnopompic hallucinations which are essentially like the creepy symptoms of sleep paralysis except I can actually move. Once every couple months I wake up to scary and strange hallucinations that can disturb me enough to literally jump out of bed in fear and turn the lights on, only to discover nothing and leave me feeling like a fool in the middle of the night wondering why I'm out of bed with all the lights on. It's usually "creepy crawlies" like a big snake or spiders or something, but there are 2 times that were more humanoid and I vividly remember them due to how much more frightening they were. The first humanoid encounter was when I woke up in the middle of the night and looked on the floor of my room and it looked like some human-like creature (but not entirely) was crawling on the floor with it's head down so I couldn't see its face and it was under my computer desk between the chair and the desk, crawling towards me. This was particularly scary because it was the first encounter that came between me and being able to jump out of bed to run to the light switch. The next time I saw something humanoid was when I left my shower towel piled up on my computer chair and left the computer chair facing my bed, so when I woke up in the night and started hallucinating, it looked exactly like a man sitting in my computer chair and I was frozen in fear before I realized it wasn't real. After that I started wearing a sleep mask which toned down the number of hallucinations - because if I wake up my eyes are covered and I can't project onto my surroundings - but occasionally I wake up and my mask had fallen off with tossing and turning and sometimes hallucinate anyway.
Sometimes I wish something really creepy would happen to me, just so I would have a story to tell. But at the same time I don't want to be terrified more lol.
EDIT: Also, when I was little (like 0-6 years old) I lived at a different house, and I would have this creepy recurring dream that stopped when I moved away. Sometimes I wonder if it was somehow tied to that house. The dream would always be me standing outside my bedroom door, with the door shut, and from the crack under the door would always shine a really bright light. Then the door would start to open and I would crumple to the floor and pretend to be dead while secretly looking at what opened the door. It was always this tall, monstrous sized, pitch black figure that had the blinding light around him. Like pure light was in there instead of my room. He would stare at me for about a minute before slowly closing the door.
Guhhh, so many spooky stories! D:
Mine is kind of silly, but I'll post it here anyway. When I was around seven, I was prone to night terrors and I was particularly afraid of ghosts. My head was kind of full of the idea of them: there was this kid who talked about them all the time at school, my great-grandma had just passed away, and we lived within walking distance of two graveyards, so I was pretty convinced that my house was haunted.
Then one night my brother's remote control car starts turning on and off by itself. This went on for what felt like years, with me lying frozen in bed not even breathing because I was utterly convinced a ghost was doing that just to mess with me.
I told mom about it in the morning and she said it was probably just crappy batteries, but HOO BOY it scared the life right out of me. x_x