Scarriest thing you've ever heard a child say.
>my 5 year old cousin is goin to the bathroom and her mother is in the bath
>says she saw a face in the window
>the way the curtain hangs it couldnt be a reflection
>everybody goes to bed
>morning before work
>aunt says that last night they wete saying their bedtime prayer
>they ask the angels to watch over them
>"maybe thats what i see mommy"
>"what do the angels look like?"
>"they just look like regular people"
>"what are they doing when you see them?"
>"nothing, just looking at me"
>this house is known to be haunted
>the attic light turns on by itself even though its entrance is in a room that is seldom occupied by anyone being that that bedroom has no suitor
>the neighbors tell us when it happens
/x/ im skirt.
>being from a state with an age of consent higher than the national and most of the other states
>I've got two kids.
>The oldest is mine. My wife and had him six years ago.
>My wife's sister gets into a car accident while driving her husband to work.
>they both die.
>we decide to adopt her son, jason, and raise him as our own.
>sadly, he was 3 weeks old when we adopt him.
>we decide not to tell him about the accident til he's old enough to comprehend.
>jason starts seeing people last year.
>months go by and he describes seeing people.
>think nothing of it.
>Everyday he keeps telling us about the people walking around outside.
>we live on 40 acres of property and the nearest neighbor is a mile away, so it is very unlikely.
>Mommy, Daddy, they are outside the door.
>Open doo to humor and nothing is there.
>turn to walk away, hear three loud thuds at the door.
>startled, I check again.
>door bell rings.
>now I'm fucking spooked.
>check outside and there's a dead fucking dog there.
>slam door, lock it. Lock everything.
>wife calls cops, I grab gun
>Lock ourselves in the basement.
>jason isn't scared at all, and says why are we down here with them.
>jason, what are you talking about they're not down here are they?
>they say they are.
>phone rings its the sheriff.
>says he sees nothing but he does see the dead dog.
>head upstairs open the door to let him in
>the dead dog is gone and the sheriff is not there.
>slam door and race to the basement.
>wife and the kids are downstairs still huddled in the corner.
>wife is on the phone.
>She says the sheriff is there with his partner.
>fffuck this is crazy.
>go upstairs peak out window and see red and blue.
>talk to them for a while and they ask jason about what he sees.
>decide to sleep in town.
>at the hotel, jason starts talking about seeing people again.
>i ask him what he's talking about.
>he says it's okay. These are good ones.
>not bad like at home.
>i ask him how he knows if they're good or bad.
>he says his real mommy and daddy told him.
You know what else is scary?
States that require you to be 21 to drink
>hurr you're a legal adult now
>but we can't trust legal adults with alcohol, you might get into a car wreck!!11
>the ones that would drink and drive anyhow and the ones that wouldn't get punished for crimes they never will/would commit
>come downstairs at night for a glass of water or some shit
>front door is open
>go out to see what the fuck is going on
>my two little sisters are standing awestruck in the middle of the night in their PJ's on the driveway looking up
>ask what they're doing outside
>"We were watching the stars move."
>"You missed it. The stars were flying around."
>be around 13
>sit with infant brother in the living room watching TV
>brother asks "who are the kids playing outside?"
>ask "which kids"
>brother leads me to the hallway
>points at the rocking chair
You can't even do the "haunted" thing since my grandpa built this house quite recently and my grand-grandma was probably one of the first people to settle down in this village.
>little sister, 7
>GRAMPA THE HAMPA!
>grandpa is busy
>I follow her
>THE HAMPA THE HAMPA
>laundry hamper in bathroom is shaking violently
>[spoiler]my brother was inside[/spoiler]
>because of us she's addicted to ghost hunting TV shows
Yes I can.
In some tight-knit communities in the old days used to let neighbours' kids in their houses to play with their own kids.
They could have played in that chair, who knows.
I work with children, and its not uncommon to hear them say weird things now and again.
But one instance still stands with me to this day.
>sitting with kid
>working on various activities
>the kid is really quiet, rarely speaks, doesnt like eye contact for too long
>he says "Hey, anon"
>I say "Yeah?" and look at him
>Hes looking right into my eyes
>"I see things you cant see anymore."
>He looks back at our activities and ignores my attempts to ask him what he means
Fucking hell, shit was weird.
Yeah fuck you too bro. In my book infant = older than a toddler yet incapable of advanced communication. Fucker was 3 or 4, I don't know, if that's not an infant, I don't either.
>sitting with kid brother weird friend at the dinner table
>super quite doesn't like talking to people but likes to draw
>see shadow out of the corner of my eye move
>don't think anything of it
>next day kid still here watching a movie
>sit down in chair watch movie with them
>see some weird shit out of the corner of my eye again
>look in the direction this time
>look back at the TV see weird kid looking at me with this blank look
>just shakeing his head "no" super slow
>ok kek kid
>"they followed me"
>get up and don't ever hang out with bro when that kid is here
>Talking to little girl on my lap
>Anon, why does everyone call you crazy eyes?
>i ask who is calling me crazy eyes
>I ask why
>"Because when people look in your eyes you look crazy"
>kid obviously has nothing better to do than annoy me
>carry her outside and dropkick her down the porch steps
winner for scariest thing ever.
this is the worst thing because of the implications and situational torture of the way that life is.
my experience has always been
as a little kid:
>tell on bad person for doing bad thing
>NOBODY ever believes me except for thank G-D a few key moments
as later in life:
>kids always make up a bunch of lies and try to tell on me or other people
>stupid parents/people jump to believe them very quickly
>have to go crazy trying to prove yourself innocent until proven guilty and not the other way around
seriously why m8.
>MOOOOOM ANON STOLE A COOKIE WITHOUT TELLING YOU
>WHAT!?! I DIDN'T
>prove them wrong by counting out all X amount of cookies are still there like a pro
>Father is pastor of a church
>My sister and her family stay at the church house since we already had a house before he got the job.
>Older church member dies out of nowhere.
>Casket + dead body stored my nephew's (4 or 5 years old at the time) room night before the funeral.
>Nephew goes into his room, comes back in.
>Asks who the man in his closet was
>Dad asks him to describe the man
>Described the dead man in almost exact detail
Still gives me shivers
My sister told her preschool teachers that she used to have brothers and sisters our dad killed them and buried them in the back yard. The teachers asked for a conference with my parents the next day.
The house in on church grounds owned by the church. The main church was being decorated and professionally cleaned for the funeral so they stored it in the church house (my sister's house).
>work at hotel that's haunted as fuck
>mom with little boy are checking out
>coworker is checking out mom and I'm keeping an eye on little boy, he's just playing near the restaurant
>suddenly he just stops what he's doing and looks at something
>excitedly he exclaims "mommy there's a girl over there!"
>we all look and there's nothing there but little boy says girl us standing there
>NO ONE IS FUCKING THERE
Lots of ppl claim to see different ghosts there. A women in the kitchen. A little girl in the restaurant and pool area. Some sort of shadow person.
>couple months later I'm walking through restaurant and see a tile covering electrical wires has been taken off?
>confused as fuck because this tile was dead bolted to floor for obvious safety reasons
>I'm fiddling with the tile trying to put in back in place
>coworker walks up to me "Hey. Who's that little girl standing behind you?"
>turn around and no one's there
It's like 11:30pm so no little kids are gonna be running around and even then we would hear them. The place has amazing acoustics. Send out security to find little girl but we never find her. No kids match the little girls description the next day.
I use yo have roommates who had a 3yo who would tell her parents she saw people or something she would run out of the room sometimes crying it was weird I never saw the kid do it just the parents. They would tell me about it
My niece (age 3) said there was a little girl in her room, and an old lady would stand by her bed and shake it at night. She would refuse to sleep in the room and we'd find her sleeping in the hallway a lot. It's creepy since her bedframe was old as shit and we got it for free at a yard sale. When my sister bought a new one, her stories stopped.
I used to make a lot of shitty stories when I was a kid.
I was dying for the attention.
And I had a wild imagination.
There was an empty lot near my home that some people ended up using as a garbage dump. It used to be filled with street dogs when I passed through that place during the mornings. One night my aunts decided to go there to dump some garbage (now that I think about it, what kind of garbage was that that it needed dumping late at night, I don't want to know), and I went with them. It was totally empty but I still said "I don't like the dogs here" and when they asked me what dogs, I answered "the red eyed ones that are watching all around us".
They laughed nervously but continued looking for a place to dump their garbage, when they realized the place was full of dead dogs. Apparently the neighborhood decided to poison the place to get rid of all the street dogs.
They still tell that story this day when there are family gatherings.
I was just making a wild guess.
>sister has 2 kids
>her husband knocks her up then runs off a month later
>sister gets an abortion so as not to cause hardship on current children
>never speaks about it to anybody
>a week later her youngest is playing outside
>tells the oldest, "we had a sister, mommy killed her"
>he then starts crying hysterically for an hour
>be me at 5ish years old
>mom mad because i was bad boy
>mom say she is going to burn my hands
>she grabs my wrist and tries to drag me to kitchen
>i grab a leg from the tv stand
>I hang on for my life
>she stops and hits me instead.
My mom is a nice lady.
>babysitting 2 brothers, spend the afternoon to bed time play kirby air ride
>was younger ones birthday two days ago, been acting weird since
>Send them to bed, make sure everything is good
>"I'm sorry I wished youd die"
>"i wished god would kill you, sorry"
>And I never went anywhere near them again
The thing anon should of done:
>Grab kid by the scruff of his shirt
>Pull him close, look him in the eye
>As if God could kill me, boy.
>Drop the mike (kid), light a cigarette, and leave the room.
OK this thread reminds me of something that happened five years ago to me and my wife
>live out in wilds in Washington State
>Have a little girl, she is 6 at the time
>She plays outside a lot, we keep an eye on her but big woods at bottom of the property and she loves to explore
>I trust her because she always comes back and is very sensible
>Daughter plays in the woods
>Comes home one day with some berries, says she has found a friend in the woods
>Wife asks her about friend
>She says it's a big man
>He's kind to her and gives her berries
>But he's in a lot of pain
>I go to woods to check it out, while wife keeps daughter busy in home
>Find nothing, absolutely nothing
>Wife and I talk it over, think she's going through imaginary friend phase, not many kids there to play with
>Days go by
>Notice food going missing
>"Oh the moaning man is hungry and has no clothes"
>Tell her that's really kind of her but we need the clothes and food ourselves
>She says OK, she'll bring them back because they're too small for the groaning man anyway
>Feel scared all of a sudden
Tell daughter woods are now out of bounds
>She cries a lot
>Few days go by
>Daughter missing one day
>We start searching house and grounds when she suddenly turns up
>Daddy, you don't believe me and you think the groaning man is bad so I've brought him to meet you both
>We are all standing in the kitchen
>Door to garden is slightly open
>Hear soft moaning and footsteps outside
>Moaning gets louder, like someone in extreme pain
>Hear soft shuffling footsteps getting closer, and a massive shadow looms into view through the glass of the outside door
>I'm in here with my wife and daughter, fuck, I have to man up and confront this
>never been so scared in my life
>Grab the door handle and throw the door open
>I am suddenly face to face with an enormous shaggy white figure
>It stumbles towards me, I see it's apelike face and huge fangs
>It has red, glowing eyes
>It looks at me almost pleadingly and lurches forward, clutching at the door frame as if to keep itself upright
My nans old house was said to be haunted, the balls on the pool table would steadily roll from top to bottom and sometimes even pot themselves, my dad said he's seen it well over 10 times when he lived there when he was younger, and my uncle's have too, and my mum was chased out of there once, she said didn't see anything but she felt something was rushing towards her with force so she instinctively ducked down and ran out.
Whenever we visited when I was younger I couldn't go to the toilet by myself, I just wouldn't do it, I would not step one foot upstairs until someone came with me, a few times I had to be carried past a certain room because of the bad vibes I would get I would often break down crying, this went on till I was like 7-8 then I grew out of it I guess. it's about that time I stopped pointing out empty spaces in rooms saying there's something there.
>Good with kids
>"Anon, kid7, kid5& kid4are okay. But can you watch a new kid, kid2? He's just starting to walk."
>Entertaining kids 7,5,4 & kid 2 bumps head on coffee table, freak out.
>kid 4 takes care of kid with me, gets bottle, etc.
>"Anon, kid2 will be okay, the shadow won't come near you."
>turn around and see darkness receed into kid7's room.
>tell momma bear about kid2 and coffee table.
>"Oh, that's why we liked you anon."
And that's when I quit babysitting and got a job not dealing with kids at all.
I have been suspicious of my house being haunted. My little 4 year old niece pretty much validated my suspicions.
>be two weeks ago
>brother and sister in law want a night to themselves, Ask if my nephew and niece could spend the night.
>no problem with this, tell them to bring them by and I'll rent a movie.
>watch movie and it's bed time. I offer them my bed to sleep on, and I'll sleep on the sofa.
>they say no, they want to sleep on the sofa.
>tuck them in and read them some animal stories.
>they are fast asleep
>I go to bed and turn on the Sopranos
>watching. About two hours later I hear my niece screaming bloody murder
>go out to check on her, she is laying down staring at ceiling and goes back to sleep immediately she. I looks at her.
>ask my niece if she remembers screaming.
>yes uncle anon, i heard someone walking in front of the sofa and touch me on my arm
Couldn't have been me. I was laying down trying to sleep. Shit like that happens to me all the time. When my mom came and visited, she also had similar experiences, including slamming doors in the basement.
>be at Schlotzky's
>sitting next to old couple who seem to be babysitting their grandson
>kid suddenly says "I know who's going to die first."
>points at his grandma
>Try not to NOPE the fuck out while eating my sandwich
>be me, not someone else
>was 15 years old at the time
>be from Southamerica (yeah i know, there are several countries in southamerica i wont be specific cause fuck you, thats why)
>Go Exchange student to some country in Europe
>Host family is very nice, they live like 30 minutes away from a big city, in a rural-esque área.
>Father, Mother, a girl my age and a 7 year old one
>One night theres a thunderstorm, like at 8pm
>Theres a blackout
>Host parents asks me to check on the youngest girl while they put things in order
>Go to her room, find her hidden in a corner with some stuffed animals
>I asume she's scared of the thunders and lightnings, so i try to explain her that teres nothing to be afraid, thunders are just the result of blah blah blah
>"I already know that anon" she replies
>she asks me to go with her to the nearest window and look at the clouds
>Then she says, "wait for it"
>When the lightning illuminates the clouds i see for a few seconds some huge inhuman shapes,
>At first i am confused thinking it was just me, but then she said " i am afraid one day they will come down here, to us"
And i am 31 now, and avoid travelling to places with thunderstorms
I guess this is related in a way, not entirely.
read this story, I don't know why, I always read stories about children being murdered, etc, but this story gives me fucking chills.
Hearing your brother crying and begging for his life when 5 minutes ago he was innocently playing video games. Who's the killer? His own nan. How the fuck can somebody do something like this?
Check the story out.
"Mason's brother told police he heard him start to cry inside the locked bathroom and beg his grandmother for mercy.
'I don't want to die, please don't kill me,' the boy allegedly said.
Eight years old. Imagine the fear he was going through
>What's your *Regional term for penis* called, Anon?
>Mind's called Martin!
My brother was a weird fucker. Had some obsession with shits as well as his penile schizophrenia or whatever it is.
Check out this old person, who knows what wisdom he's come across over the years?
>This happened at my Grandparents place
>Pool Room is in the Attic which is known to be haunted
>Some of the family are round
>Playing Pool in the Attic with my little brother who was 7 at the time
>Go to the toliet mid game and come back
>Brother asks me "Who's birthday is it?"
>I ask him what he means
>Says he had heard someone saying "Its my birthday" in the attic's hallway
>There was no-one else there
>Go downstairs later and ask my Dad and he says it was my Great Grandfather's birthday who had died long before I was born
A chill went down my spine which I'll never forget
>Setting the table for the family to eat dinner.
>Each seat has a fork, knife, and spoon, all except for the children's seats which don't get knives.
>Niece sits in one of the adult chairs and reaches for the knife.
>I snatch it away from her.
>She looks at me with a crazy stare and raspy voice.
>"I NEED TO CUT!"
This didn't happen to me, but it was something my great grandmother once told me while I was young back in her babysitting days.
>She was babysitting a 9 year old girl and her baby brother for a week
>She takes them to the playground
>It was oddly cold for August
>Lots of wind
>Kids are doing just fine, she went to sit on the bench
>They get out of view around a few of the playground's obstacles and she hears the girl scream.
>She rushes to the sound, both kids appear to be alright physically however the girl is crying hysterically
>After getting her to calm down, she asks what happened
>"My brother is dead, don't you see? I killed him."
>her brother was just fine playing in the sand, too young to realize what was going on
>Throughout the course of that week she's keep out screaming at least once a day that she killed her brother
>The childrens' parents come back home, take the children back
>A month later the baby brother passed away from pneumonia
>The girl kept blaming herself
>She grew up emotionally disturbed and committed suicide in her forties.
Really fucked up.
my cousin (about 6 years old at the time of this happening) was sleeping in the room directly above my grandfathers the night he died. everyone had came over to my grandparents home the day before because hospice said he wasn't going to be around much longer. I remember it very vividly, I was in the den downstairs drinking tea with my cousins (around my age) and my aunt came downstairs and sat with us. she was white as day which was weird since we're beans. she stayed silent for a while and said "little david just said he saw an angel him, from the ceiling." and I shit you not, in the moments that followed I heard my grandmother start crying very loudly, and my mom called us into grandpas room. grandpa had died just after what my aunt said, so yeah. pretty crazy, this was at ~10:00 PM.
This is pretty creepy. Like there was a moment she knew somehow she transmitted a bacteria or something to her little bro. And she knew it would kill him. Shit like this is scarier than most creepy pasta.
This happened last week
>my son was only 9 years old
>around mid november I hear him in his room mumbling some gibberish
>I walked in there and he called me a cunt out of the blue
>all of the sudden I feel a temperature change in the entire house
>as I venture to my child's room I hear a faint clapping sound
>as I open the door to his room he is completley nude and I see a blur of a green figure leaving through the window
>I look out the window and see nothing whatsoever
>I ask my son what happened
>He tells me "I didn't check myself..."
Depending on the English of your region, if mike isn't capitalized, it is acceptable as shorthand for microphone. I'm typing this on my phone, and there was no auto-capitalization or dotted red line error notice, so that means for North America, "mike" can be correct.
While his response was unnecessary, your counter-response reeks of ignorance. There is absolutely no reason to fuck up the usage of its, it's, your, you're, there, their, they're, etc. It's literally early grade school stuff.
>if mike isn't capitalized, it is acceptable as shorthand for microphone
This is 4chan, where people are lazy typists and don't always bother to capitalize things. "Mic" is just more common and less likely to be confused with a name.
Deciphered your rough grasp of English and HOLY ACTUAL FUCK you're a pussy. I'd steal the friend from your brother simply because of the potential for exploration and investigation in terms of the shadow fuckers.
Oh, I have no doubt about that. I'm just saying that "mike" isn't flat-out wrong. I am pretty confident it may be a regional thing, much like colour/color, grey/gray, etc.
I could be wrong, though.
>grandma runs a daycare just outside of town
>lots of farmland
>neighbors have cattle
>large playground that my granddad welded himself out back
>grandma usually lets kids out to play
"Teacher, I don't think we should go outside today"
>she asks why
"the bulls teacher the bulls"
>grandma is ready to open the back door to let the kids out
>she stops and decides to keep the kids inside that day
>neighbor's cattle stampede through the back yard
>only time the neighbor's cattle have ever crossed the fence
>later grandma says before she open the door she heard a voice whisper
"don't let the kids outside today"
>over 30 children almost died
>dad died, leaving behind me and my half-brother
>half-brother was only like 8 when it happened
>one day when I'm visiting him he looks at me and says: dad died because of me
>oh my god no why would you think that
>"you didn't kill him, it's not your fault. Things happen."
>he grows more insistent as he repeats himself
Shit still fucks me up. It was creepy in a sense because the only way he'd get an idea like that is if someone told him that, which is really alarming.
She must have chucked sand in his face and he breathed it in?
Maybe she held his face in the dirt? She probably never told anyone this and this is why she grew up fucked up
Well, I went to a bbq with my gf and her family (They were throwing it) Her cousin was there with her daughter. Her daughter is kinda weird, but for the most part seems normal.
I remember my gf telling me that her cousin moves around alot, cause where ever they live, it always feels really uneasy and strange things happen (noises, the sound of furniture being moved around, voices) when no one else is there but them. I thought nothing really of it.
But later that night we went back to her house, and I was fucking shocked. Immediately after walking in, it felt kinda hard to breath, like the air was heavy. I said something to her cousin, and she said yea, but its not as bad as her last place.
We sat down and were watching a movie. Upstairs (where no one was at, it was just us her daughter) I kept hearing foot steps. I asked if they heard them, she causally nods and focuses on the movie again, like she's used to this shit.
I start getting goosebumps at this point, because its constant. Then we notice her daughter in the corner, playing with toy cars. talking to herself, but not really though. It sounded like she was talking to someone and kept looking at the corner where no one was at.
I ask her cousin if this is normal for her? She said she has never done it except for when they moved here.
Her mom asks her who she's talking to. She replies, "my friend"
"Is your friend a boy or a girl?"
"A girl, shes a little younger than me. We're playing with cars now"
"What does she look like?"
"I don't know, she doesn't have a face"
Right then and there I felt like shitting my pants, and then to top it off, there was a loud bang upstairs almost immediately after she said that.
I haven't been back to her house since. But im pretty sure they still live there. So it can't be as bad as the previous ones, which make me uneasy as fuck.
>be 13 or so
>little nephew is staying the night with us
>hear him crying at 1am
>ask what's wrong
>"there's a man outisde staring at me through the window"
of course i just figured it was just that paranoia of being a little kid in the dark....
My three cousins were staying at my house for a week, they are 19, 14, and 7 years old
>7yo cousin wakes me up in the middle of the night
>"Anon there are people outside looking up at my window, can you make them leave?"
>Go into his room and look out the window
>Nobody's outside but there's a huge fucking snowstorm
>This was in June of this year
I have no idea what happened afterwards, the next thing I remember is eating lunch on the following day
Not my story, but my gf told me this
>she's babysitting a 5-6 year old
>child is very fluent, speaks well, doesn't play with imaginary friends
>comes over to gf's haunted home
>starts playing with imaginary friend
>peeking over the couch and ducking down, playing peek-a-boo with nobody in the kitchen
>laughing pretty hard
>suddenly her expression changes
>girl starts scream crying
>runs out of the room and into the corner
>gf tries to figure out whats wrong
>"I was playing peek-a-boo with the little boy, but the tall man wants to hurt me"
my gf had told me countless stories before this happened about several ghosts they had seen in her house, one specifically that looked just like her little brother and would disappear while she thought she was chasing him, and a tall man that would stand at the end of hallways, slam doors, break lightbulbs, etc.
>fuck those ghosts
not necessarily the ghosts that are getting fucked when Father McCreary says "ah, begorrah, lock the doors, the choild will be safe fom demons with me".
It was discovered that there was a native american burial ground right next to my neighborhood. I don't doubt that my house was built on it as well. Even though it was brand new, shit happened in there almost every day
my grandpa died when I was really young. I still remember him a bit, but I'm the oldest of my cousins and brothers on that side of the family so they never really met him.
>aunt is grandpas son
>at the time she had one kid
>kid played in her closet with imaginary friend
>she would try and get him to come out and play, but he only played in her closet
>one day she's holding him next to a cork board of pictures when he points at a picture of grandpa
>"There's the man I play with in the closet"
>aunt broke down in tears
later she told me that as happy as she was to hear that, it also kind of creeped her out. "I went into my closet and said, 'dad, I love you, but you need to go, you can't stay in my closet'. She didn't want him watching her have sex and be naked and whatnot.
Me in my brother shared a room when we were growing up. We had a bunk bed and he'd sleep on the top bunk. We lived in a bungalow and our room had a window that was high enough that when you slept on the top bunk you were right by that window. We liked keeping our bunk bed right up against the window so that we could easily climb in and out of it whenever we were grounded. He almost always slept on the top bunk. One night he woke me up scared as fuck and crying saying that he woke up and saw the devil watching him through the window. I get up and he points and says see? I don't see anything but he swears he sees it. I get up on the top bunk make sure the windows are locked and slept on the top bunk from then on. He was too afraid that the devil could see him even though we moved the bed to the other side of the room after that. We told my parents about it but they said it was probably just the shadows of leaves on the window.
I was a really creepy kid, apparently. My family told stories about me for years and my mother used to think I was possessed or something. I only remember some of this, the rest is what I've been told I did:
>Be about 4 or 5
>Walk up to my mom
>"Where's the Lassie dog we used to have?"
>Mom looks freaked out
>"You mean our australian shepherd?"
>"Yeah Mommy, the Lassie dog!"
>"Honey he uh...he ran away before you were born..."
>Dog apparently died before I was born, but I remember playing with him.
>Be like, 7
>Grandmother takes us to this old public swimming pool all the time
>She keeps spotting me talking to nobody in particular, giggling, playing with nobody
>One day I suddenly surface from deep in the water, screaming and crying
>She helps me out of the pool and tries to ask me what's wrong
>I finally calm down enough
>Tell her someone keeps pulling me under the water and grabbing my feet
>She asks who
>I point into the deep end of the pool
>Grandma thinks maybe I mean that's where it happened
>I shake my head and start crying hysterically again
>"He's right there!"
>Point to deep end of the pool
>Be about 9
>Middle of the night
>Weird, very old hotel room in Tennessee
>Tell my mother I'm hearing something calling my name
>She scolds me and says stop being a pain, the family wants sleep
>I start crying, trying to tell her "He's in the room!"
>Start suddenly staring at my mother with wide horrified eyes
>"Mom, he's behind you!"
>She turns around to look
>It seems to disappear
>She turns back
>I start freaking the fuck out
>"Mom he's inside you, he's making your face look like him!"
>Mother suddenly shrieks and starts shaking violently, cries for hours
>Refuses to tell my dad what happened.
>"It's okay. He left. I'm sorry I scared you."
>He didn't fucking leave.
>Whole family keeps waking up to noises and voices all night
>Nobody ever fucking speaks of it again
>was homeless but getting by by playing guitar on beaches in jersey and Maryland
>getting late crowds are dying down
>with trash drumbro so playing more lively shit
>just finished symphony for the devil
>getting packed up notice this lil boy standing watching us.
>he walks closer, he looked like he was 7, brown cargo shorts and a red hoodie
>" I like your music..."
>thanks lil anon I like yer shorts! (I played a lot of pokemon back then)
>"do you enjoy playing?"
>"do you enjoy you're life?"
>uhhh yea its alright
>hey kid there's some crud behind your ear
>here ya go
>he smiles and pockets it
>"thanks, I'll remember you anon"
>he walks away into the crowd
>mfw he knew my name
>"Mom he's inside you, he's making your face look like him!"
>be niece of anon
>mom and other ralatives cooked
>sitting on childrenstable with no knifes, because its too dangerous for us
>getting delicious steaks. But, damn are these steaks though
>well, what are are knifes for?
>get to table of the older ones and want to grab a knife
>get shouted and grabbed by my uncle anon
>Shout 'I need to cut' back, and run away crying
>never been the same since. I hate Anon. ;_;
>got a 2 year old
>just learning to talk but pretty smart already
>says cute things
>when theres a storm coming ill say "oh look theres a storm coming"
>replies with "dont be scared of the storm daddy" always makes me laugh
>but one time at bedtime she said "dont be scared of the shadow daddy"
>probably just kid gibberish talk but..
>yeah it didnt sit with me well..
This doesn't really fit in here but i guess it's close enough
>be at home
>3yo nephew comes over
>watching trippy videos on the computer because he's 3 and i don't want to watch baby shows
>notice he hasn't said anything or laughed in a while
>look down at him
>he's just sitting there expressionless
>looks like he's focusing on something in the middle of the room
>i look at where he's looking and there's nothing there
>"what are you looking at buddy?"
>he doesn't even notice i said anything, he just sits there staring
>a little creeped out I decide to get up and go into a different room
>his head turns as i walk as if there was something there
>live in a small red house
>share room with bro (13)
>at night I'd never sleep, bro asks why
>I'd tell him" I'm watching them move. If I sleep I can't watch them."
>he freaks out and tells mom
>next night I'm not sleeping
>mom is super religious puts a Bible in room. Does nothing
>brother just ignores me and sleeps.
I remember small black animals, round animals with puffy tails and stubby limbs probably as big as a toddler scurrying around on the carpet floor. There'd be around 5-10 of these things. I remember not sleeping because I was afraid of them but they weren't scary. Just alit of them and I didn't want them to eat me. Always in a group or circle I'd watch them.
Sometimes only a smallwhite baby fox would show up and just nap on my windowsill. That's the only time I slept.
Thinking back on it, its kinda fucked they didn't react much...
And yet the rest of the first world, with a minimum legal drinking age that varies between 16-18, has a populace free from the shocking ignorance and lack of reasoning ability displayed by the typical American.
Maybe the effect of alcohol on the developing brain is a net gain?
Once my little sister (she was about seven att) came right up beside my ear and in a very gutteral voice she said "the wolfs are coming out of the forest to eat the children", she also frequently tells me in that same voice that she watches me in my sleep.
>>Be like, 7
>>Grandmother takes us to this old public swimming pool all the time
>>She keeps spotting me talking to nobody in particular, giggling, playing with nobody
>>One day I suddenly surface from deep in the water, screaming and crying
>>She helps me out of the pool and tries to ask me what's wrong
>>I finally calm down enough
>>Tell her someone keeps pulling me under the water and grabbing my feet
>>She asks who
>>I point into the deep end of the pool
>>Grandma thinks maybe I mean that's where it happened
>>I shake my head and start crying hysterically again
>>"He's right there!"
>>Point to deep end of the pool
Fuck you, now i won't ever be able to swim in deep water again!!
I was kinda similar as a kid.
Until age 5 I was constantly in danger from one freak accident or another and I apparently looked like the kid from Pet Cemetary which made it worse for my mother.
At about 5-6 I started seeing things that weren't there.
In my freshman year of highschool I kept getting yelled at for creepy/violent drawings in my art book.
My senior year through college I had crippling migraines during which my visions got clearer.
I took to heavy drinking after college and would frequently see unnatural things while stumbling around town at night.
The last couple years have been better, but not without incident.
>sitting on my porch after a hard weeks work, just relaxing, thinking to my self
>have been alone for quiet some time, start thinking about past relationships
>as I take a sip of my lemonade and vodka I see a kid walking down the street
>think he looks kind of like me
>regret not having kids, think I might have been a good father
>kid starts walking up to my porch
>he comes right up to me and gives me a long stare
>I ask him "who are you?"
>he says "I'm your son!"
scariest moment of my life.
Giving sweets to my little cousin and his friends at my cousins birthday party while setting up a little movie for them all to watch during a bbq at night
Quietest kid there takes one and starts pretending to hand it out the way I was, sticking his hand out next to him, except theres no one there
Pauses for a second then turns to me and says
"He won't eat if you're looking"
I remember every hair on my body rising and my eyes watering in shock
hope i'm not late.
I work at a country club and during the summer i'm a camp counselor. But this kid in my group was 6 years old and he told me he went to South Africa and did things he can't talk about. Took Pictures no one is allowed to see etc.
Well turns out the kid's dad took him trophy hunting in South Africa. Gotta teach em young I guess.
I remember as a child, i'd be really terrified of nightmares and the one that most occurred was one with shadows trespassing our house and i could know when those dreams would happen. Everytime i'd hear a buzz sound, something like static when i was in bad, right before i fell asleep. I once told it to a doctor and my parents, they both looked really creeped out. I don't know what it was, sometimes i still hear the sound but now at anytime of the day
I remember something similar, different types of monsters trying to entrap our family within the apartments we lived in. (Thank god we moved away, they were terrible). And ever since I can remember I've heard "the buzz" every now and then
I don't remember this instance, this is from a story my mom told me of when I was about 4
>have imaginary friend named "mouse"
>in my memory mouse was always just a little hamster friend
>bring him everywhere! talk to him! etching
>one day walk up to my mom
>"mom, mouse has a question"
>"what is it?"
>"he wants to know if we can switch dimensions"
Her first thought was how the fuck does a little boy know what a dimension is
Then she asks
>"what is mouse?"
>he's my friend! He's a little boy, just like me!
>every memory I have of this imaginary friend afterwards was always Asa. Hamster, never a little boy
>never have an imaginary friend again
What the fuck
human souls cannot stay on Earth when they die they either go to heaven, hell or purgatory.
if you have an incident with a ghost of a relative or friend, it's a dark spirit impersonating it and up to no good.
it's just the way they used to do things. used to be, the body would be kept in their home, and people would come by there until the funeral, which sometimes was right there with burial on the property.
my grandfather was a minister, and all their little churches had a parsonage, where the minister lived. so it wasn't really their house, but the churches, and sometimes had to be used for church functions.
for a couple of years, i went to a really little rural school. like about 50 kids total from kindergarten to 8th grade. it had kindergarten as one grade, 1st - 3rd grade one class, 4-6 one class and then 7-8 one class. there was an auditorium that could hold about 200 people and was the largest common room in the town. so it was quite often used for funerals for local people when their small church wasn't going to be big enough.
that auditorium was not necessarily haunted, but was creepy, and i think had the occasional visitor, since once in a while a light would come on and teachers would go turn it off together. it wasn't often, but often enough it couldn't be just happenstance. and it was a stage light, so the kids didn't have access to the little office in there where the switch was.
along those lines, in my work, one of the clients is a little old school. it's bigger than the one i went to, but not big by any means. the old gym is a common connector to a line of old classrooms whose back doors open to it, and the hallway of the new wing. the teachers have said that once in a while they will hear a basketball bouncing, like someone casually dribbling in there. they've gone in there thinking some kid was goofing off, but the lights would be off and no one in there.
i bet that old gym has had a funeral in there before.
The dog and sheriff bit reminded me of the Blair with project 2
An ex-girlfriend of mine came down to breakfast when she was eight and found her dad hanging from a tree in the back garden.
I always thought that was a cunt's trick. If I ever top myself, I'll make sure strangers find my carcass.
Imagine finding your dead dad, and also kowing that he wanted you (or your mum) to be the one who got that as a morning surprise.
Also, kids should probably stop being so irritating when they're 8 - there's a pattern developing here.
Eh. Therapy cured all that business. It doesn't bother me. In fact, I'd say about 80% of my friends' fathers have passed. It's weird how much everyone on this planet actually have in common with each other.
Haha. That's fucking brutal. I'm not bothered by my father's death. He was a rapist anyway. Plus, I hadn't seen him for over a year before he died. If I killed myself it'd be behind a dumpster with a shotgun. However, I see suicide as cowardly. He should've faced what was waiting on him in prison.
>daughter's in her high chair
>just finished eating
>her mom's right there next to me
>"mommy is crying"
>"why is mommy crying?"
>"s-she's not crying, sweetie"
>she looks like we're not even there
>just staring into nothingness and saying "mommy is crying" over and over again
Needless to say, her mom freaked the fuck out. I think there was something else, but I can't remember what it was.
I'll try not to be horrible with writing this but ok
>4-5 years ago
>be around 15, friend 16
>at his house and his cousin stays the night
>she (let's call her Lizzy was around 4 and she only came over once in a while (her parents divorced, joint custody, some shit like that idk)
>Lizzy loooooooved my friend (let's call him J) like they were more of friends than me and him were
>me and J were playing her in the living room when she just stops and points at the TV
>"Amy doesn't like the TV"
>me and J both look at each other and try to figure out what she means
>"my friend. She's sitting on the couch watching me play"
>I thought this was just an imaginary friend that she had or whatever
>"well why doesn't she cone and play with us?" I asked
>Lizzy started to look at me without any real expression and said "Amy HATES boys"
>I looked to J almost chuckling and I asked "what a bitch! how long has Amy been around?"
>"this is the first time I've heard about Amy" J said
>me and him both shrugged it off and thought it was just imagination
>later that night Lizzy kept telling us that "Amy needs some scrambled eggs"
>"why does she need some scrambled eggs?" J asked
>"nobody will feed her" she was throwing a fit now so me and J made some scrambled eggs for Amy, the rude lil houseguest
>she brought the scrambled eggs under the coffee table and started saying stuff like "where did your teeth go?" And "why do you smell so bad?" But it was even weirder because she was saying "oh okay" after asking it.
Around 9 that night she still wasn't asleep and she started telling us what Amy looked like.
>"her face has a bunch of holes in it" "her eyes are very deep" and "her skin is gray"
>at this point me and J were starting to get a little uncomfortable but didn't really want to get his mom involved because we both know his mom would probably make something out of nothing
>we shrug it off for the night and put Lizzy to sleep
>next morning Lizzys dad is there to pick her up
>"bye amy!" Lizzy says while shes walking out of the house
>"Bye Lizz!!" Me and J both say
>she just stares at us as she walks out with her dad
>me and him go back to his bedroom and watch greys anatomy for about 2 hours
>after that shit we go into the living room and start to smell something
>looked under the coffee table and guess what
>after me and him clean up the mess we start fucking around doing stupid shit like outing on his moms wigs (his mom is a real piece of work like she faked having cancer and cut all her hair off for attention) and doing stupid ass drag shows
>we do this for literally hours mitchmatching our wardrobe with his fat ass sister clothes and his moms heels
>around 7:30 pm we start taking glamour shotz and J is doing all these stupid, "riskay" as he called it, poses and shit
>we move from the kitchen to the entry way to the living room
>spend most of our time in there werking and twirling and diving to our hearts content
>around 9:30 pm we start going back through our pictures
>all were funny crazy pictures that we all laughed to
>we get to the pictures we took in the living room and
>oh my god.
>we both looked at it for at least 30 seconds just staring at it.
>it was Amy...
I still have the pic if anyone wants to see it. It has my 16 year old friend in it so I didn't know how y'all would handle that.
I cropped him out just in case.
Human spontaneous combustion: HSC
>me age 8
My cousin much more older than me had this magazine laying around in his room (i went to visit my other cousin who was more my age) and start reading this HSC article... after finish reading it the article claim "anybody can spontaneous bust in flames" couldn't sleep for a week! the next weekend i catch my older cousin and talk to him about the magazine article and how scared i was about it, he laugh and said to me that had a bigger chance to win 1st prize in the lottery than burst into flames, but first need to smoke a lot, be a fat alcoholic and live alone... maybe the reason I never smoke, drink and stay in shape up to now.
Protip: The United States of America is a native american burial ground. Have some sympathy for the people living in Mexico City, those hauntings must be fucking insane compared to your mild featherfaggot Injuns.
I wouldn't say it was scary as I could see it coming but it sure freaked his mum out
>be at a friends house for dinner
>their 6 year old son is back talking his father at the dinner table
>me sat next to him watching him
>he glances down at the knife in his hand
>I was about to say to him don't even think it
>holding out the knife he says "I'll stick this in you"
>I can't remember if he got pudding
NONE. Heaven, hell and purgatory do not exist because it implies that I must live my life a certain way according to a set of rules that some "higher power/being" put into place. Fuck that.
When I die, I die. Either your energy/soul will dissipate, or it won't. I don't believe in things such as "demons" and "angels" as people describe them either. That shit is weak, and doesn't exist.
There's a scientific explanation out there somewhere about all of this. It just hasn't been discovered because the scientific community doesn't take the paranormal community seriously at all. I don't jump to immediate conclusions either and think every little creepy thing is a ghost or demon. Only fools do that.
Religion is nothing more and has never been anything but a way to control the masses.
I like to hope that God has a sweet spot for people who don't believe what they're told and try to think logically because if God exists then that's basically what he created us for.
When my cousins first moved into their new house, my youngest cousin ran in and was running around being hyper until she opened the closet and swore there was a man inside. We checked freaking but found nothing. She continued talking about a man she would see shaving until they moved out.
Live up north by chance? I think around that time I had family in WI posting about having snow despite it being summer but I didn't bother to actually ask if they really were still having snow.
>few years ago
>family over for Christmas
>sharing room with nephews
>nephews watching tv
>my friend totoro or some shit
>youngest nephew, 5, suddenly screaming
>panic and ask him what's wrong
>"anon somebody just looked in"
>"look in? The room?"
>door's shut wtf,
>"yeah, and his face"
>"nothing, good night anon"
>other nephew just laughs
>demonic little shit
>mum wakes us up early cause christmas
>she's a kid at heart, gets mega excited
>youngest nephew gets up all cheery like nothing happened
>older nephew smirks at me and gets up too
He smirks at me every time I see him. Something's up for sure.
Well, nothing's showing up on Google image search or Tin Eye. Could be faked, but pretty spooky. If legit, she wasn't just seeing some ghost girl, it was a freaking corpse girl. Considering its appearance and what she said, maybe the thing starved to death.
>be me 16 years old
>Little brother is 13
>he likes me, i like him too but never show him
>Boss him around alot and try to make him tough
>Someday we are both alone
>i am Playing Bad Company 2
>My Brother is in his room
>I yell "Hey [insert Name] can you bring me something to drink"?
>2 min later i have a glass of tea
>15 min later I yell "Hey [insert Name] can you bring me some chips i am busy here."
>Brother yells back "No Do your stuff alone"
I was scared, confused and proud at the same time.
Zoom in and look at the grey part near the left. It looks like a shrunken corpse face/skull that might have black hair. You can also see its sorta "sitting" tilted to the side so you can see the back of its neck and is wearing what looks like a black dress. Pretty creepy even if fake.
Airplanes have blinking lights, nigga.
Coincidentally, I was stargazing a few weeks ago and saw a star-like light dot moving slowly but steadily across the sky, past some stars before disappearing. I know it wasn't an airplane because it emitted a solid white light, but I wasn't particularly spooked about it either.
if reality is an incredibly complex pattern of energy(which as far as I'm aware is basically what we've found), then what we see/hear/feel is all just a way of experiencing said energy, and isn't "reality" at all
perhaps when our minds experience something far beyond or inexplicable by our current reality "tunnel", each mind comes up with its own method of "experiencing".
which is why the heavily religious people see demons or angels, other people see ghosts or meet dead family members - and perhaps some experience getting "abducted by aliens" or sent telepathic messages from a higher intelligence in the Sirius system.
sorry if this makes no sense, i'm great at communicating in general, and especially not this sort of thing
Not paranormal but..
>13 years ago
>on my way to school
>see a kid about 2 years old in the playground
>he's holding a meat cutting knife
>i stop and ask him why he has it
>he just looks at me
>i take it from his hand. "children shouldn't play with knives. where're your parents?"
>he looks at the ground. then shows me his knuckles
>they're red and battered. like he had been punching something hard until the outer layer of the skin came off
>he says "Dad did this..." and rubs them
At that point I was already running late so I told some random passerby that something is clearly amiss here and I that I had to rush off.
Not sure what it was about.
Never slept in my room as a kid. gma and I shared living room great grandma had her own room.
>anon sleep in your room
>great gma and gma rush in because I'm screaming bloody murder.
Every fucking time I slept in there.. was always sleeping when they'd come in but not in bed. Id be huddled in the corner or laying on the floor or in the closet.
>Great gma dies I'm maybe 6or 7
> I take her room sleep in her bed
>Grandma I can't sleep in here the faces in the wood are watching me.
>anon its just the knots in the head board where branches were
>oh. well will you stay till I fall asleep?I don't like it when they whisper.
>Little cousin comes over
>we go to get this badminton thing out of a closet in a seldom used guest room
>Open closet get the set
>turn around cousin is standing there wringing his hands
>ask him what's wrong
>looks over near the bed
>I say no one's there
>"who's that man"
>mfw cousin points to far empty corner of room
>blood runs cold
>say "I don't know"
>walk him out of the room
Still can't go in that room unless it's daytime and there are people in the house.