Some pretty strange stuff happens sometimes, especially when we're alone at night. Whether it's a series of sounds somewhere in the house, a shadow that you can only see out of the corner of your eye, or some lights in the night sky, there are a lot of things we experience that can't quite be explained.
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I think it was Summer of '97. A little after 9 pm, I heard a very distinct "humming?" noises coming outside.
I looked out my bedroom window. Just past the houses to the west in an open field, I see a dark, unlit object about 150-200(?) feet in the air.
I stare in awe at it for a few minutes, then commercials were over and the show I was watching resumed.
About 10-15 minutes later I hear helicopter noises, coming in fast, and very low. I see 3 military helicopters fly overhead.
About a month ago, I picked up my brother from the bars. He was pretty much done for the night (Blacked out). Well on our 30 minute drive back home, he looks in the back seats and says "Anthony who is in the back seat", to which I reply no one, it is just you and me. 10 minutes pass by and again he asks, and again I said no one is in the back (as I had previously checked).
With my drunk brother still with me, I met up with a friend at a bar in the town we live in. At this point my brother was really tired, so I drove him back home, with my friend sitting in the back. I get home, and my father had just parked in our drive way. All three of us in my car hop out and my dad says hello to us. Keep in mind 3 of us hopped out of my car, My brother, my friend and I.
The next night my father comes home from work, and he asks me who was in the back seat. I looked at him confused and said "no one, there was three of us only, and my friend got out to greet you". He replies with, "I know, but there was someone else that stayed in the car and didn't get out". I was in shock and confused when he brought this up. I don't know what to make of any of this, but it def creeped me out as my father and brother did not interact the following day due to work schedules. My brother doesn't remember any of it, and my dad brought it up days later, asking me if there was no one in the back. He said the 4th person was wearing a tan jacket.
My friend was wearing all black that night. My dad believes it was his brother, who passed away almost 10 years ago. It's really odd that two people saw something and I didn't, neither did my friend.
Once upon a time, maybe 15-16 years ago I had a friend, with a trampoline and a big Boxer-dog. We would play, jump on the trampoline, and her dog would run back and forth under it because the two of us whooping and laughing got the dog all excited, as dogs do. Of course, the dog would pant as she ran around under the trampoline, it was a very distinct sound. Couldn't miss it.
Cut to one day when I go over to play, and it turns out the dog got hit by a car and killed, the family buried Molly in their back yard. They had another puppy, a ridiculously tiny dust-bunny of a thing, and it was inside when we started playing on the trampoline. Soon after, we heard a distinct sound, like a dog panting right under our feet. We both stopped, looked at each other, and decided to keep playing, until it happened again. We stopped, and looked down through the semi-transparent trampoline mesh to see there was nothing there. We both heard it, both times.
We both recognized it for what it was. That's basically what started me believing ghosts aren't always just stories, and it wouldn't be my first encounter either.
Still the apartment in which my mom and I lived couple of years ago. Missing and reappearing items were really creepy. The bathroom light turning itself on several times one night was worse. The handprint on the glass door to the attic (located in the bathroom roof) was the worst. Funfact: my mom told me around one week ago that the landlords mother has died in that apartment and NOONE lived there longer than half a year - including us.
I don't remember this, but my mom told me the story.
We moved into a new house when I was 4. And one of the first nights I had a dream about a nice old woman who was talking to me the way old women talk to little kids. "How old are you? Do you like pre-school?"
The same night, my mom had a dream about the same old woman. But instead of being nice she was screaming at her to get out of her house.
So... I know this is long but I'll try to be clear.
One day, my 3 year old cousin and I decided to go up to the attic at my mom's house to get something. On our way up, my cousin asks "Are we going to see the little boy?", to which I reply "What??". I honestly thought I had misheard her and dismissed it.
Well, a month later we do the same and, again, on our way she asks "Are we going to play with the little boy?". This time I knew I hadn't misheard and asked what little boy was she talking about: "The boy that is in the attic". Of course, my very "brave" teenage me noped out of there as fast as possible and casually mentioned both cases to my mom and aunts.
Since the house we lived on used to be my grandmas house, and since we knew she had had a miscarriage there years ago, we started addressing the "little boy in the attic" as my uncle. It kinda turned into a joke and no one gave it much thought.
Two weeks go by and my aunt decides to go to a party with some of her friends. In this group is a woman that she has never met before, a friend of her friend. This woman then asks my aunt if she's okay, with a worried look on her face. She says she is feeling fine. But the woman keeps going and says that she is only asking cause my aunt's father is behind her. Note that her father, aka my grandfather, had pasted away 8 years before that.
My aunt gets very weirded out and manages to say "okay... but he is dead". This woman then says that she knows, but he is asking her to tell ME that the "little boy in the attic" is not my uncle, but my cousin, the brother of my 3 year old cousin that wasn't born cause my aunt had a miscarriage at five months. She told her that the little boy was protecting my cousin and that he always follows her. And that my grandpa wanted us to know.
I don't really know what to make of it. But this did happen and I guess we just kinda repress it and try to pretend we don't remember.
I was visiting family in another country. We were driving one night between two coastal cities, it's late, probably 1am and the road is dark with some light posts every now and then. We were talking about mundane things when a huge dog with a fanny pack ran in front of the car, I didn't have time to slow down so we hit it. Instead of a whimper or any animal sound we heard "hijuep*ta" which means son of a b*tch in spanish. The dog got up on two legs and ran into the foliage. My cousin and I screamed and I floored it until we arrived to a toll.
That was the weirdest thing I have ever experienced and to this day my cousin and I re-tell the story at family gatherings.
Was sitting watching television with my husband one evening. The only light was from the screen. A small child, just short enough that the top of its head was right underneath the screen, runs in front of us and into the kitchen. It was too dark in the room to discern any details. For just a split second I accepted it because our kids were about that size at the time. Then, I remembered they were spending the night with my mom. My heart started racing and just as I opened my mouth to ask my husband if he'd seen it, too, he says, "Wait... did you see that?"
Never came up with an explanation for that one. We were the only ones in the house & had no pets back then.
I got a few less paranormal but still paranormal experiences.
When I was in bed and barely awake, I blinked quickly because of the gunk at the side of the eyes. In between those quick blinks I saw a woman clearly holding a tray and all white. I was confused but I didn’t think much of it.
When I was very young I apparently was talking about a white lady protecting me, which might be a connection to above. My parents said I would sometimes just look up or into the hallway and follow something unseen to them.
When my grandmother’s cat died, she and her husband swore they could still hear it meowing and once it felt like some cat stroked against her leg.
Anyway, my family’s got a few more paranormal experiences. This is just a few.
I used to work events at a historic home. It was well known that the place was thought to be haunted and everyone had their own stories. I never believed any of it until one night I was the last one in the house because I was locking up after a particularly late wedding (probably around 1am). I went up to the top floor and the second I crossed the threshold I felt the air change, it got almost...dense? and knocked the breathe out of me. I booked it out as fast as I possible could.
Another coworker said one night when she went up to do the same thing around the same time she clearly heard footsteps and assumed it was another coworker coming up to join her, but when she turned around no one was there and the other coworker had actually been far across the property at the time. Another person said they were walking down the corridor when the door they were about to go through slammed shut in front of them and locked. The facilities guy was absolutely positive the original owners of the home (from the 1800s) were doing the haunting so he started playing classical music at night if he had to be there late to 'appease them' and claimed they started leaving him alone after that.
Nothing too crazy ever happened to anyone but man did it make you not want to be the last person in there at night.
I was riding a bus from class to my car at around 2:30PM and thought I was the only person on the bus as we pulled onto a bridge. Out of nowhere a woman, dressed in nice but disheveled clothes, got my attention and asked what time it was. I told her it was 2:30 and then went back to looking out the window. I glanced back at where she was before the bus had reached the other side of the bridge, and before we'd made any stops, only to realize that I was the only person besides the driver on the bus.
In 1998 I was walking home from a late night library study session and there were 4 very large, shiny, deep gold things in the sky. They were twirling downward like those seedpod things on trees that sort of helicopter themselves, except these were bigger than cars and were doing it very slowly.
I had stopped and was staring up at them before I even realized it. Then I noticed that about 20 people were standing on the other side of the road, they had come out of a bar. There was only the bar, several houses, and a bridge but that was basically it. These days I would never let my daughter walk home like that, but whatever. I thought it was safe.
I hollered something along the lines of, "What is that?" and one of the people said she thought it was spaceships but I knew that wasn't right, and I went home and told people who thought I was probably crazy. A few years later when I was older and understood the Internet more I looked for any kind of news story or anything, and nothing was available.
I wish for the life of me I had talked more to the people watching the same thing outside the bar (which Google tells me is now gone) but I was more afraid of them than whatever was in the sky.
It was...bizarre. In the intervening 20+ years I haven't gone crazy or ever seen anything like it again. lol
Lived in a "haunted house" for a little bit. That's what the landlord told us anyways but we were all skeptical.
Once one of my roommates borrowed my LOTR replica of the One Ring (because of course). When he came home, he set it on the top of my bookshelf (I saw him do this) and then came into the living room with me. We're sitting on the couch talking and hear something drop under the couch... It was the ring. Have no idea how that happened.
By that time we were so immune to sh!t happening that it was like... "Hey, Christine!" go back to talking.
I once lived in a haunted loft apt. Lots of odd things happened there, but my sister vehemently refused to even listen to the stories...at first. She would actually snarl when she called us liars.
Then one day she was visiting and while she was in the bathroom she began shouting: "I'll be out in a minute! Get away from the damned door!"
My roomate and I looked over and the doorknob was twisting back and forth by itself while my sister was getting angrier and angrier. When she burst out of the bathroom and saw how far away we were from the door she turned totally white.
Was absolutely hilarious.
That place turned several non-believers into believers. I wish I could have taken that ghost with me when I moved.
Went running with my dog and saw a white outline of a young woman running alongside me out of the corner of my eye. When I looked over, nothing. About 5 mins later I got a call that my great grandmother had passed, she was in hospice. Still think about that a lot.
I think it runs in the family. My mom will straight up say "I need to call X, I feel weird" and sure as sh!t, there's a disease/illness going on. My great grandmother used to talk to dead people and my family thought she was crazy until they figured out the house she used to live in was owned by the couple she "talked" to years earlier. Found this out a year or so ago, been about 5 years since she passed away.
When my son was a baby we had a sound monitor next to his crib and my wife was downstairs and heard a voice on the other end of the monitor saying "what are you doing cutie? Huh? What are you doing?" She said it sounded playful like how people talk to babies or pets. She ran up to his room thinking someone was in the house and he was just laying there awake looking around.
When he got a little older and could walk and talk some, he was laying on the living room floor playing with blocks. Something down the hall caught his attention and he got up and stared down the hall. I asked him what was wrong because he kept looking at me all concerned and then looking back down the hall. He ran over, climbed in my lap, and pointed to the hallway and said "monkey" I think maybe he was seeing some kind of shadowy apparition and monkey was the only word he knew to describe what he saw.
That house always creeped us out, even before he was born. We always had that weird feeling like someone was watching us, and one time I got slapped on my foot while laying in bed.
About 4 months after my old cat died (RIP Neesa ;-; ) we got a little kitten. The night we got her, I was laying in my bed, trying to get to sleep after all of the days exitement. I felt pawsteps on my back, and there she was. Clear as day. She curled up on my pillow like she would always do before she went to sleep. I was so happy she was back, so I didn't make a big deal of it in hopes she would stay. I fell asleep with her by my side. When I woke up, she was gone, and one of her old toys was on the foot of the bed. I still cry when I think about it.
It was probably my brain, accessing information way faster than it could communicate to my body, but one day as I was walking from parking my car to work, I heard this voice as I was getting closer to the intersection. It kept screaming at me, "check this out! look up here, no really this is cool, check this out!!! LOOK UP HERE".
I didn't feel like anyone else was hearing this, I was alone, and it felt like it was for me, and the voice wasn't my own. I hit the walk button, and finally decided to stop ignoring the voice. I look at the top of the building as the light turns green to cross the street, three floors up where the voice seemed to be coming from, and I see.... a flag. A stupid flag on a building. Woo. A flag.
Just as I'm about to step into the intersection this giant white truck barrels through the intersection and takes a right, exactly in the spot I would be in if I hadn't looked up to see what the whole hullabaloo was about.*shrug*
I'm just glad I waited to cross the street.
Once I was house & dog sitting for my then gf's sister and her bf, they always told me about how weird stuff would always happen like washer and dryer door would randomly fly open, the front door would open if it was closed or close if it was already open, just weird stuff like that. Didn't ever really think much of it because I've never personally experienced anything like that ever.
Well the first night I was there I was laying in bed with the dog when all of a sudden the dog got up and started barking like crazy in the direction of their closet(which was open and was the length of the entire wall), I looked in that direction didn't see anything so I just turned around to try and calm the dog down and as soon as I put my head back onto the pillow every single one of the hangers started to move in order just as if someone took their hand and dragged it along the entire length of the closet from left to right. No windows were open and the bedroom door was closed, that's the first time anything like that happened and I couldn't come up with some reason that was even remotely possible as to why it would be happening.
I have an ongoing one for 5 plus years. I work graveyard shift in a largeish senior "community". Different levels ie seniors Apts, retirement, assisted living and long term care. Its actually a very nice setup as far as all the horror stories you hear about senior care. At night the doors (all handicapped accessible, push button and door opens) are locked and armed to the call bell system. Every month or 2 one of the doors randomly opens itself and sets off the alarm. Every damn time someone somewhere in the facility has passed away.