I really like creepy stories, and I've been reading other creepy story threads on here, but none of them are really recent, so here we are!
I'll start by telling about something that happened last night.
It was about 9:30 ish and I was reading a book with my lamp on in my room. I have a loft bed, and my lamp is one of the ones that only shines light in a specific area (like a flashlight but bigger) and so the space behind and below my bed was dark. I looked towards the door, and right at that instant, I saw a weird light shape thing, but it disappeared right away.
A couple of other things have happened to me, but I don't know if you could count them as paranormal.
Once I was in my bed watching youtube on my iPad. My mom called me to do something, and so I left my iPad in my bed with the cover tucked behind it (lying flat on my bed). I came back to find the cover to my iPad closed (but I also might not have remembered it correctly.)
Another time my money jar was close to the middle of my desk, and I was looking away. I heard a crashing sound and turned around, and the money jar had fallen off my desk and onto the floor.
I really like creepy stories, and I've been reading other creepy story threads on here, but none of them are really recent, so here we are!
I'll start by telling about something that happened last night.
It was about 9:30 ish and I was reading a book with my lamp on in my room. I have a loft bed, and my lamp is one of the ones that only shines light in a specific area (like a flashlight but bigger) and so the space behind and below my bed was dark. I looked towards the door, and right at that instant, I saw a weird light shape thing, but it disappeared right away.
A couple of other things have happened to me, but I don't know if you could count them as paranormal.
Once I was in my bed watching youtube on my iPad. My mom called me to do something, and so I left my iPad in my bed with the cover tucked behind it (lying flat on my bed). I came back to find the cover to my iPad closed (but I also might not have remembered it correctly.)
Another time my money jar was close to the middle of my desk, and I was looking away. I heard a crashing sound and turned around, and the money jar had fallen off my desk and onto the floor.
this old house i lived in might have been haunted but there's probably also rational explanations for the stuff so idk.
But often we would hear the shower running full blast for no reason (we'd go to investigate and it'd be off but water would be in the tub and dripping from the showerhead so idk???) and what sounded like some woman getting angry or singing to herself in the other room. always incoherent
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this old house i lived in might have been haunted but there's probably also rational explanations for the stuff so idk.
But often we would hear the shower running full blast for no reason (we'd go to investigate and it'd be off but water would be in the tub and dripping from the showerhead so idk???) and what sounded like some woman getting angry or singing to herself in the other room. always incoherent
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I think the scariest thing that happened to me was about a month or two ago. I was in a deep sleep and without warning I sat straight up in a cold sweat with my heart racing. I was super confused because that's not normal for me at all, even when alarms go off. I was in my room, lights still off apart from the guest room which was across from my room and our doors were wide open as I usually leave them. Everything was normal except I could see a dark figure lingering in the guest room behind the couch. It was tall, almost like it was wearing a black drape over its body, and had bright tiny beady white eyes glowing right through it. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, and I felt like I could barely breathe the moment I locked eyes with it. After a good 15 seconds of fear, I finally got control of my body again and hid under the covers, peeping out just enough to see my digital clock show 2:45 AM. I closed my eyes again hoping it was all just a dream and passed back out into a more normal dream that I don't remember. Had a friend mention it could have been a form of sleep paralysis. It just felt too realistic to be a dream. I get the figure was more than likely a figment of my imagination and not paranormal, but not being able to move my body was something I've never experience even in a scary dream. I'm usually a runner in my dreams being chased. I've never been frozen like that.
I think the scariest thing that happened to me was about a month or two ago. I was in a deep sleep and without warning I sat straight up in a cold sweat with my heart racing. I was super confused because that's not normal for me at all, even when alarms go off. I was in my room, lights still off apart from the guest room which was across from my room and our doors were wide open as I usually leave them. Everything was normal except I could see a dark figure lingering in the guest room behind the couch. It was tall, almost like it was wearing a black drape over its body, and had bright tiny beady white eyes glowing right through it. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, and I felt like I could barely breathe the moment I locked eyes with it. After a good 15 seconds of fear, I finally got control of my body again and hid under the covers, peeping out just enough to see my digital clock show 2:45 AM. I closed my eyes again hoping it was all just a dream and passed back out into a more normal dream that I don't remember. Had a friend mention it could have been a form of sleep paralysis. It just felt too realistic to be a dream. I get the figure was more than likely a figment of my imagination and not paranormal, but not being able to move my body was something I've never experience even in a scary dream. I'm usually a runner in my dreams being chased. I've never been frozen like that.
[quote name="Lexiffer" date="2020-02-20 12:52:19" ] I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, and I felt like I could barely breathe the moment I locked eyes with it. After a good 15 seconds of fear, I finally got control of my body again and hid under the covers, peeping out just enough to see my digital clock show 2:45 AM. I closed my eyes again hoping it was all just a dream and passed back out into a more normal dream that I don't remember. Had a friend mention it could have been a form of sleep paralysis. It just felt too realistic to be a dream. I get the figure was more than likely a figment of my imagination and not paranormal, but not being able to move my body was something I've never experience even in a scary dream. I'm usually a runner in my dreams being chased. I've never been frozen like that.
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Sounds exactly like sleep paralysis! Which is certainly scary because it feels so real. Hopefully it doesn't happen to you again any time soon.
Lexiffer wrote on 2020-02-20 12:52:19:
I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, and I felt like I could barely breathe the moment I locked eyes with it. After a good 15 seconds of fear, I finally got control of my body again and hid under the covers, peeping out just enough to see my digital clock show 2:45 AM. I closed my eyes again hoping it was all just a dream and passed back out into a more normal dream that I don't remember. Had a friend mention it could have been a form of sleep paralysis. It just felt too realistic to be a dream. I get the figure was more than likely a figment of my imagination and not paranormal, but not being able to move my body was something I've never experience even in a scary dream. I'm usually a runner in my dreams being chased. I've never been frozen like that.
Sounds exactly like sleep paralysis! Which is certainly scary because it feels so real. Hopefully it doesn't happen to you again any time soon.
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[quote name="Lexiffer" date="2020-02-20 12:52:19" ] I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, and I felt like I could barely breathe the moment I locked eyes with it. After a good 15 seconds of fear, I finally got control of my body again and hid under the covers, peeping out just enough to see my digital clock show 2:45 AM. I closed my eyes again hoping it was all just a dream and passed back out into a more normal dream that I don't remember. Had a friend mention it could have been a form of sleep paralysis. It just felt too realistic to be a dream. I get the figure was more than likely a figment of my imagination and not paranormal, but not being able to move my body was something I've never experience even in a scary dream. I'm usually a runner in my dreams being chased. I've never been frozen like that.
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Sounds exactly like sleep paralysis! Which is certainly scary because it feels so real. Hopefully it doesn't happen to you again any time soon.
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I had this happen to me! I had never heard of sleep paralysis. I told my daughter, "Now things are getting weird. Now I'm channeling spirits! Imma get a TV show!"
And she was like, "Mom. That's sleep paralysis. You don't need a TV show. You need a doctor."
She's always been the smart one.
Clutch wrote on 2020-02-20 14:53:29:
Lexiffer wrote on 2020-02-20 12:52:19:
I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, and I felt like I could barely breathe the moment I locked eyes with it. After a good 15 seconds of fear, I finally got control of my body again and hid under the covers, peeping out just enough to see my digital clock show 2:45 AM. I closed my eyes again hoping it was all just a dream and passed back out into a more normal dream that I don't remember. Had a friend mention it could have been a form of sleep paralysis. It just felt too realistic to be a dream. I get the figure was more than likely a figment of my imagination and not paranormal, but not being able to move my body was something I've never experience even in a scary dream. I'm usually a runner in my dreams being chased. I've never been frozen like that.
Sounds exactly like sleep paralysis! Which is certainly scary because it feels so real. Hopefully it doesn't happen to you again any time soon.
I had this happen to me! I had never heard of sleep paralysis. I told my daughter, "Now things are getting weird. Now I'm channeling spirits! Imma get a TV show!"
And she was like, "Mom. That's sleep paralysis. You don't need a TV show. You need a doctor."
She's always been the smart one.
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My mother and I lived in a somewhat run-down apartment complex when I was younger. For reference, I was about sixteen or seventeen, so I was still fairly young. We lived right across from a small playground in the middle of the complex, which was often visited by the children who lived in said complex.
Well, for whatever reason, my mother and I were up late this particular night, and we were sitting on the porch at around one or two in the morning. It was cold and dark. The lampposts around the playground cast eerie shadows. The bark or wood shavings that made up the ground beneath the playground looked dark and strange. The sky was black, and there were few stars out, the light pollution too much for their shine to overcome.
The apartments were arranged in a sort of circle around the playground, interrupted here and there with gray concrete sidewalks that led to various places—the parking lots, the office, other apartments. We lived in one facing the playground, with a good view of various neighbors. The buildings were an off sort of cream color, two stories high, with balconies and porches attached to every apartment. This late, most of the lights were off, and most glass sliding doors were dark, as were most of the windows, the white blinds drawn shut so you couldn't see into the apartments.
We sat and talked. I don't remember what the conversation was about. But as we talked, I looked out to the apartment right across the park from us. Then I saw it.
Something strange and vaguely humanoid, but wrong. A shadow black as midnight, its body distorted. The limbs were a little too long, too stretchy. It scuttled up the wall with profound speed, its limbs shifting and moving quicker than they should have, moving further than they had any right too. Now, the wall was straight up and down, and there should not have been any handholds. But it climbed with ease. There was no face. No eyes. It had a head, but no face at all. Just inky black, like someone had distilled the night and something wicked down into one bizarre entity. It climbed up the wall and onto the roof, harder to see against the dark shingles, and then it scrambled over the steeple that made up the roof and disappeared onto the other side.
My mother and I gaped. We asked each other if the other had seen it. We both saw it. It was not one of my hallucinations. She saw it too.
To this day, we have no idea what it was. We saw it a second time. But only twice. The dread, the panic, and the overall feeling that it was something bad stays with us. We don't know what we saw, but we know it wasn't good. We are both quite into the ideas of an afterlife, of energy (we're both pagan and getting further into such things; I am learning to read tarot, and she's learning with me, and we're both into magic). But whatever that thing was... it wasn't good. It was something wrong, something bad. It stays with us.
My mother and I lived in a somewhat run-down apartment complex when I was younger. For reference, I was about sixteen or seventeen, so I was still fairly young. We lived right across from a small playground in the middle of the complex, which was often visited by the children who lived in said complex.
Well, for whatever reason, my mother and I were up late this particular night, and we were sitting on the porch at around one or two in the morning. It was cold and dark. The lampposts around the playground cast eerie shadows. The bark or wood shavings that made up the ground beneath the playground looked dark and strange. The sky was black, and there were few stars out, the light pollution too much for their shine to overcome.
The apartments were arranged in a sort of circle around the playground, interrupted here and there with gray concrete sidewalks that led to various places—the parking lots, the office, other apartments. We lived in one facing the playground, with a good view of various neighbors. The buildings were an off sort of cream color, two stories high, with balconies and porches attached to every apartment. This late, most of the lights were off, and most glass sliding doors were dark, as were most of the windows, the white blinds drawn shut so you couldn't see into the apartments.
We sat and talked. I don't remember what the conversation was about. But as we talked, I looked out to the apartment right across the park from us. Then I saw it.
Something strange and vaguely humanoid, but wrong. A shadow black as midnight, its body distorted. The limbs were a little too long, too stretchy. It scuttled up the wall with profound speed, its limbs shifting and moving quicker than they should have, moving further than they had any right too. Now, the wall was straight up and down, and there should not have been any handholds. But it climbed with ease. There was no face. No eyes. It had a head, but no face at all. Just inky black, like someone had distilled the night and something wicked down into one bizarre entity. It climbed up the wall and onto the roof, harder to see against the dark shingles, and then it scrambled over the steeple that made up the roof and disappeared onto the other side.
My mother and I gaped. We asked each other if the other had seen it. We both saw it. It was not one of my hallucinations. She saw it too.
To this day, we have no idea what it was. We saw it a second time. But only twice. The dread, the panic, and the overall feeling that it was something bad stays with us. We don't know what we saw, but we know it wasn't good. We are both quite into the ideas of an afterlife, of energy (we're both pagan and getting further into such things; I am learning to read tarot, and she's learning with me, and we're both into magic). But whatever that thing was... it wasn't good. It was something wrong, something bad. It stays with us.
Well, not really scary but it was for me.
So at around 2-3 am I hear loud crashing coming from the room next to mine. A bit fearful, I crept into the hall and opened the door to see a picture frame on the floor and my poor baby Sebby on the ground. Apparently, something spooked him and he flew out of his cage (I always keep it open if they ever need some flight time). I'm actually afraid of what spooked Sebby. They never get out of their cage unless no one is home...
Well, not really scary but it was for me.
So at around 2-3 am I hear loud crashing coming from the room next to mine. A bit fearful, I crept into the hall and opened the door to see a picture frame on the floor and my poor baby Sebby on the ground. Apparently, something spooked him and he flew out of his cage (I always keep it open if they ever need some flight time). I'm actually afraid of what spooked Sebby. They never get out of their cage unless no one is home...
These all sound really creepy!
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HolyWarEcstasy wow that's interesting! I wonder why she was singing
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Lexiffer that does sound like sleep paralysis. It also sound super scary! I've heard that if it happens and you dont want it to happen again, that you should turn the light on right away when you wake up.
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SorceressNox whoa that's super weird. I wonder what it could've been
These all sound really creepy!
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HolyWarEcstasy wow that's interesting! I wonder why she was singing
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Lexiffer that does sound like sleep paralysis. It also sound super scary! I've heard that if it happens and you dont want it to happen again, that you should turn the light on right away when you wake up.
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SorceressNox whoa that's super weird. I wonder what it could've been
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Ossium that's interesting. I wonder what could've scared him
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Ossium that's interesting. I wonder what could've scared him
grew up in a tiny old town that had been around before the civil war. it was a running joke that all the houses on main street were haunted.
a friend in elementary school lived in one of these houses and i dreaded going to her house. the second i stepped in i was just overcome with this immense feeling of dread and that whole "haunted feeling." apparently the house had been used as a hospital during the civil war and was old enough that james buchanan's cousin lived in it, and allegedly someone was killed in the back room. there was always a bad feeling in that house but the only time i had something happen to me up close was when i was in the bathroom one day. i was just doin my thing when the toilet paper roll started unraveling itself rapidly. there was no breeze and i hadn't touched it yet. i yeeted out of there and immediately told my friend, to which she said "oh yeah, there's a demon in there." nope to that. i actually just recently looked up her house again, it had been sold a while ago, still looked super creepy, and when i saw the pictures, i got that same dread feeling.
we moved to another house off main street in the same town in high school and since it was old, my siblings decided that it was haunted, though at first i just brushed it off. i quickly realized that the upstairs bathroom was off. my dog, baby sister, and the rest of my family but my dad and i refused to use it. i noticed that weird things would happen if i went in it after 12 am. one time, the second i stepped into it, i heard an ear-piercing scream. i tried to recreate it, thinking it was the floor or door creaking, but it wasn't... so i noped out of there. the second time, i was in there doing my thing, when i suddenly heard this loud, angry growling beside me, and other minor things that would happen every so often. then, one day i went in and said "okay, how about this, i'll stay out of here from 12am to 1am, that's your time, and the rest of the time, you can't bother me. deal?"
and then after that, i had no more problems. [emoji=guardian laughing size=1]
grew up in a tiny old town that had been around before the civil war. it was a running joke that all the houses on main street were haunted.
a friend in elementary school lived in one of these houses and i dreaded going to her house. the second i stepped in i was just overcome with this immense feeling of dread and that whole "haunted feeling." apparently the house had been used as a hospital during the civil war and was old enough that james buchanan's cousin lived in it, and allegedly someone was killed in the back room. there was always a bad feeling in that house but the only time i had something happen to me up close was when i was in the bathroom one day. i was just doin my thing when the toilet paper roll started unraveling itself rapidly. there was no breeze and i hadn't touched it yet. i yeeted out of there and immediately told my friend, to which she said "oh yeah, there's a demon in there." nope to that. i actually just recently looked up her house again, it had been sold a while ago, still looked super creepy, and when i saw the pictures, i got that same dread feeling.
we moved to another house off main street in the same town in high school and since it was old, my siblings decided that it was haunted, though at first i just brushed it off. i quickly realized that the upstairs bathroom was off. my dog, baby sister, and the rest of my family but my dad and i refused to use it. i noticed that weird things would happen if i went in it after 12 am. one time, the second i stepped into it, i heard an ear-piercing scream. i tried to recreate it, thinking it was the floor or door creaking, but it wasn't... so i noped out of there. the second time, i was in there doing my thing, when i suddenly heard this loud, angry growling beside me, and other minor things that would happen every so often. then, one day i went in and said "okay, how about this, i'll stay out of here from 12am to 1am, that's your time, and the rest of the time, you can't bother me. deal?"
and then after that, i had no more problems.